Qiuyang only meant that he was about to fall, and the day was still bright, and the maids lined up to serve the dishes. Three plates of cold, five plates of hot, two plates of sweet snacks, one cup of soup, and one bowl of rice.

Rong Luoyun sat at the table with the wolf cub in his arms, not moving very much, and told the maids to calm down as they filed in and out, and then swept the round table and filled it with fragrance that made people sneeze.

When Du Zheng came in to prepare the dishes, Rong Luoyun finally met an acquaintance and asked, "Why do you cook so much?"

Du Zheng was dreaming of wealth and honor, and deliberately said: "Is this too much? That's how the Hou's mansion is governed." Putting the bowls and chopsticks in place, filled the rice and soup, "Second Palace Master, you were originally the daughter of the Grand Master of Chang'an City, It's not worse than Hou's mansion."

The good days seventeen years ago, when I was young, how can I still remember clearly. Rong Luoyun caressed the wolf cub's ears and said, "It's not as good as the Houfu Xuanhe."

Du Zheng handed over the steaming hot towel: "Don't hold this little thing, just clean your hands and eat." He knew what Rong Luoyun was thinking, "Young master asks the eldest young master to discuss matters, the second palace lord eats first, this meal is specially for You are ready."

Rong Luoyun asked, "Specially for me?"

Du Zheng said: "No, it was not before dinner. Lord Hou guessed that you had been hungry and worked hard recently, so he personally ordered the kitchen to cook this."

Saibei's autumn dryness, this table of small tonic, thick and moist, obviously put his mind into it, trying to figure out Rong Luoyun's taste, and two dishes from Chang'an and Jiangnan. Knowing the reason, Rong Luoyun started to move, not knowing how to move the chopsticks for a while.

While he was dying, someone called the young master outside, and Huo Linfeng came back.

As soon as his long legs strode into the house, Huo Linfeng said, "Ho, it's so fragrant." Jingshou sat down beside Rong Luoyun, "Why don't you eat, wait for me?"

Rong Luoyun nodded: "Have you finished talking with your elder brother?"

Huo Linfeng said "um", he went to see Huo Jinghai, and talked about the secret letter and the return to the camp tomorrow. Thinking of returning to the camp, he asked, "Du Zheng, have you done what you ordered to do?"

How could Du Zheng dare to neglect him? He ran around the city all afternoon, with ordinary clothes, riding uniforms, uniforms, winter clothes, capes, boots, socks, and water bags. He asked, "It's all according to the size of the second palace lord, young master, does the second palace lord also go to the military camp?"

Huo Linfeng said, "Nonsense, is it possible to stay in the manor to chat with you?"

Rong Luoyun smiled and saw Du Zheng looking at him. After chewing a steamed crab, he saw that Du Zheng was still looking at him. His eyes were full of temptation.

He asked, "Are you okay?"

Du Zheng asked back: "Second Palace Master, are you really planning to ask for my young master?"

This was so embarrassing that the two of them closed the door and whispered to each other, but it was very funny to ask others to ask. Huo Linfeng pretended to be deaf and dumb, and just lowered his head to eat rice, as if he was starving.

Rong Luoyun originally wanted to play stupid, but he was ashamed, but he was even more curious: "No? Or do you think it's absurd?"

Du Zheng has always been straightforward: "Of course it's absurd! Young master is not a daughter who hasn't left the cabinet, so why don't you want it!" Besides, he leaned closer, intending to attach to Rong Luoyun's ear, "Since ancient times, broken sleeves have been quiet, why? There is a blatant reason."

What is not out of the cabinet, what is the daughter of gold, what is it saying about broken sleeves before it is dark, Huo Linfeng is ashamed and angry, his face sinks, and he kicks the ignorant little servant out.

No one was waiting in the house, the doors and windows were closed, and it was suddenly silent. Rong Luoyun calmly glanced at Huo Linfeng, unable to break the other party's mood, so he took a red bean from the cake and put it in the other party's bowl.

Huo Linfeng stared at a little bit of red in the rice, remained silent for a while, and fiddled with the tip of a chopstick.

It was dusk outside the door, and the lingering halo poured in, and the orange-red light spots were dotted, so beautiful that it did not look like a serious person. When the orange red gradually turned into a bright red, Huo Linfeng picked up the red bean entrance, it was cold, but it was getting sweeter.

He said: "Rong Luoyun, if you want me or not, I won't belong to anyone else, we all know it well. You retreated to such a situation just because you care about me, but you haven't thought about it yet, it means you The hurdle in my heart is not over yet.”

Now it was Rong Luoyun's turn to be silent, with only a few grains of rice left, he chewed it long and slowly, Huo Linfeng turned his head to look at him, grabbed his bowl, replaced it with a bowl of soup, and said, "Look, so Take it easy, and you can return to the original shape with a single sentence."

Rong Luoyun looked at Wan Yan'er, didn't want to show his cowardice, and didn't want to say this: "Then don't hit me again."

Very aggrieved tone, faint resentment, as if he was really beaten. Huo Linfeng's heart was softened by this sentence, and became hot by the sunset. He changed his mind and said, "That's good, we won't talk about it until the battle is over."

After the meal was over, it was completely dark, and until it was late at night when it was time to take a shower and go to bed, Rong Luoyun didn't step out of the room. This place is different from the General's Mansion in Xiganling. He feels restrained, whether it is a master or a servant, he is so thin that he is afraid of bumping into people.

After bathing, Rong Luoyun sat cross-legged at the end of the bed with wet hair, and there were several clothes scattered between the mattresses, which Huo Linfeng ordered Du Zheng to buy for him. Moon-white, blue-colored, according to his usual preferences, the military is rubbing sand and sand, and there are a few dark and heavy.

He folded them one by one, and in the last shirt, he shook out a small white porcelain jar, half the size of the palm of his hand, which was tightly closed. When he opened it, there was a snow-white cream, which smelled of orchids.

Rong Luoyun lowered his head and looked at it, as if he had seen something similar on his sister's makeup mirror. Could it be painted face? He got out of bed barefooted, stepped on the thick blanket and ran to the door of the small room, paying close attention: "Oh!"

Huo Linfeng just got out of the tub. He was naked. He was wiping with a towel. He heard the sound and looked at the door.

Rong Luoyun stared at the carpet, the patterns on the carpet were intertwined, this one led the other, this branch hooked up with the other branch, so his eyes wandered forward from under his feet, and saw Huo Linfeng's ** feet. , can't help but go up, slender legs, knees, strong thighs...

"Where are you looking?" Huo Linfeng asked.

Suddenly, Rong Luoyun turned his eyes away, looking like a frightened bird with a guilty conscience. "No, I didn't see anything." Then he remembered, holding the jar in both hands, "What is this?"

Huo Linfeng wiped it off, his bedclothes and trousers were ready, he didn't touch it, he pulled a slippery silk robe from the pear wood shelf. Put it on, so loose that it almost droops when approaching each other.

Rong Luoyun couldn't control his vision and his face was hot. When Huo Linfeng approached him, he stared at his chest dripping with drops of water. Obviously feasting on his eyes, but he said hypocritically: "If you don't wear good clothes, what kind of decency will you be."

Huo Linfeng fanned the front of his clothes deliberately and got closer, the heat and humidity around him were overwhelming. He looked at the person in front of the thief calling to catch the thief, and asked, "Young Master Tang, what kind of style are you looking at under my crotch?"

Rong Luoyun was suddenly shocked, what Mr. Tang, as if his father, mother, and younger brother could hear him, and wanted to scold him for ruining the style of the Tang family. He said stubbornly: "What nonsense, I'm doing something with you."

Huo Linfeng said, "You can do whatever you want." As expected, Rong Luoyun turned around in embarrassment, his long hair fluttered and scratched. He reached out his hand to stop it, crossed his legs and hugged him, and strode out of the small room.

A few steps away, to the edge of the bed, leaning on his arms, his flesh and blood fell and rolled over, and he was planted in the bed skin-to-skin. On the table, in front of the window, and beside the cabinet, the gilded lampstands were burning red candles.

Rong Luoyun lay on his back, calling Huo Linfeng to cover him in a vacant way, and pleaded in a low voice, "Blow the lamp..."

That's a servant's job, how could the young master do it: "Blow it out, how can I see you like this." He raised his hand and tugged lightly, and two layers of hazy gauze fell down, but he felt even more ambiguous.

Huo Linfeng opened the lid of the porcelain jar and said, "This object is called Fulan paste. It is cold in the autumn in northern Saibei. I'm afraid it will roughen your little face." Dab a little on his fingertips and rub it on Rong Luoyun's cheek. On the forehead and the tip of the nose.

This is something women use, Rong Luoyun is not happy to accept it, but Huo Linfeng rubs his face with his own hands, how can he say "no"? His thin lips moved, and he said next to the sentence: "Du Zheng is really not good at being an errand, and I need to buy this for you."

Huo Linfeng said, "You care about him. After discussing things with my eldest brother, I will buy it myself." Leaning over and pressing down, "The best shop in the city is called 'Full House Huan', does it sound good?"

Rong Luoyun's face was full of fragrance at the moment: "It sounds good." Suddenly he felt a little sinking, Huo Linfeng unloaded his force on him, and the next one was fine, but his hip bones were held by something. However, Huo Linfeng was shameless and asked, "Isn't the word joy of fish and water also nice?"

His face was red and his ears were red. He didn't do anything, but he seemed to be embarrassed. His waist was a little itchy, Huo Linfeng lifted his pajamas, and when he lifted it, his white body was exposed under the orange candlelight.

Rong Luoyun mentioned it again: "Blowing the lamp..."

Huo Linfeng lowered his head and pursed his thin lips, groped for Rong Luoyun's trousers waist, and said vaguely, "Let me see if the legs are still red, what if I turn on the light?"

The sleeping pants and the trousers came off a little bit, and Rong Luoyun endured her shyness, but she obediently didn't move at all. He was so innocent, like a tender melon, and asked, "Is it still red?"

Huo Linfeng stared down, covering up the spark in his eyes: "It's still red."

Rong Luoyun hesitantly said: "Then... don't you bully me?"

Huo Linfeng's blood flowed against the flow, and he raised his eyes and smiled while suppressing the strength of the beast: "The red one is more attractive." He pressed it again, holding Rong Luoyun's hands on the top of his head, "Also, it turns out to be bullying you. Don't I bully others in the future?"

Rong Luoyun said anxiously: "You dare! Kill you..." The shocking power was approaching zero, and he also noticed it himself, "Too much to say, it's not a big deal."

Huo Linfeng couldn't bear it any longer, turned his face to the side, bowed his head and kissed Luoyun's ear, and at the same time reached out and dug out a piece of grease. His thin lips were placed behind his ears, and his breath caused a shudder. He said, "Rong Luoyun, you are not like this in your dreams."

The sweat couldn't stop, Rong Luoyun murmured and asked, "What?"

Huo Linfeng said, "In the dream, you kissed me like crazy, and you rode on me and twisted around."

Hu Man, Rong Luoyun wanted to retort, but opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, raised his hand and put his hand on Huo Linfeng's shoulder, trembling, raised his head and panted lightly. He felt that Huo Linfeng was fierce, even more fierce than before, and he ignored him, as if he was taking anger out of him.

"General..." He shouted indiscriminately, "Little Marquis..."

The slippery silk robe draped over his body was like a swaying wave of light, Huo Linfeng bowed his head against Rong Luoyun's forehead, calmly expressed his pity: "—Xiaoheng."

Rong Luoyun was stunned for a moment, and then he acted like a spoiled brat: "Call me again...call me again!"

Huo Linfeng called over and over again, Xiaoheng, Xiaoheng, and the heavy bed rattled, disturbing the calmness of the room. Rong Luoyun put his arms around him tightly, and muttered with scattered eyes, "You are only allowed to call it that."

Inadvertently, Huo Linfeng was keenly aware: "Could it be that there are still people calling you that today?"

Rong Luoyun said unconsciously, "The third prince."

Huo Linfeng said, "By him? Relying on a little old friendship, what kind of closeness is it." He sat up with Rong Luoyun in his arms, stroked his back smoothly, and leaned against him tightly.

Rong Luoyun clutched his lower abdomen and twitched slightly, and it was already soft to a puddle. Outside the house, Du Zheng brought two bowls of soothing hot soup.

Until the end of the hour, Huo Linfeng hugged Rong Luoyun and fell back on the pillow, sweating profusely, his chest still heaving up and down. After a long time, he calmed down and said, "I haven't told you that you are going to Chang'an alone. Don't venture into danger alone in the future."

Rong Luoyun's voice was hoarse: "The third child accompanied me, and he contributed money and effort. This time he helped a lot."

Huo Linfeng said with a smile: "The third palace lord is so financially obsessed, I must be very distressed. The next time I see him, I have to thank him."

Rong Luoyun said slowly, "I've already thanked him. Prince Rui gave me a jade ring, which is invaluable. I'll give it to the third child." Variety.

It's good, for no reason, what jade ring?

What's more, the man's family gave daggers and swords, and the four treasures of the study, why did they send objects that were close to the skin and surrounded by fingers?

The name can only be called by him, and the ring can only be given by him.

In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, there was a rustling in the house in the main garden of Hou Mansion. Mr. Bai was startled and dreamed. He leaned slightly and pushed the person beside his pillow. Huo Zhao woke up, opened the bed tent and asked, "What's the news?"

The maid outside the bedroom said, "Master Hou, Madam, the second young master is here."

Just as he was talking, Huo Linfeng dressed neatly and pushed in the door. It was really unethical to enter the hall early in the morning. Unexpectedly, he went straight to the mirror platform and sat down there.

Huo Zhaonahan: "Nizi, why are you crazy?"

Huo Linfeng looked at Bai Shi: "Mother, grandmother gave you a pair of jade bracelets and a jade ring, can you give me the jade ring?"

Bai Shi was at a loss: "When you and your eldest brother marry in the future, what do you want it to do now?"

Huo Linfeng said: "I want to give it to Rong Luoyun."

With such a single-handed attack, the two elders were stunned for a while. Huo Zhao was the first to regain his senses and wondered, is that the child who likes jade rings? That's right, what you buy from outside is not as valuable as a family heirloom, and it's not as valuable as your heart.

"Ma'am," Huo Zhao said, "if that's the case, give it to him."

In Bie Yuan, Rong Luoyun was sleeping soundly alone, not knowing that the savage soldier was planning for a long time, and his father and mother who had shamed themselves early in the morning, when they asked for the white jade ring, they would hire him when they woke up.

Trapped him, and regretted it.