Rong Luoyun lifted the curtain and entered the room: "Madam."

Bai Shi looked up and showed a faint smile: "I'm back, it's dusk, I still want to send someone to call you." She beckoned, like a child, "Although it's peaceful, but Linfeng is not in the city, I also Don't worry you're outside alone."

Huo Linfeng led his troops to Moshang. He walked in a hurry and never went home to inform him. Since the Bai family knew, Zhang Weiren must have come to report the letter. Rong Luoyun moved a small stool and sat beside the embroidery stand, next to the Bai family, and asked, "Madam, do you know that?"

Bai Shi nodded: "The Marquis is the most brave, and he actually attacked Luo Ye Mountain, that place..."

Rong Luoyun couldn't help but be curious. He listened carefully with his eyes and ears raised. Mrs. Bai turned to look at him and said, "I first took command of Linfeng seventeen years ago.

I heard Huo Linfeng say that it was a cruel nightmare. Rong Luoyun was silent for a moment, looking at the sky outside the window. For some reason, he felt that today's dusk was extraordinarily glamorous.

It was so red it looked like it was soaked in blood.

Rong Luoyun withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes to look at the embroidery frame in front of him. There was a piece of black brocade stretched on the frame. The stitches were as fine as hair, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch it and asked, "Madam, is this a unicorn?"

Bai Shi replied, "Yes, the unicorn is an auspicious beast, which means longevity." This thing is a new cloak for Huo Zhao, and it is only half a month after sewing one stitch and one thread.

The sun slanted sharply in the west, and it was drowsy. Rong Luoyun said, "Carefully hurt your eyes, I will light the lamp."

He took the igniter and lit the yarn lamp in the room. He also carried a candlestick and placed it next to the embroidery stand. It was as bright as day. Bai Shi bowed his head and smiled, liking Rong Luoyun's thoughtfulness, and said casually, "The house is all holding the moon to light up the lights. It's been chaotic for a while, so she's quite free."

Holding the moon? Rong Luoyun sat back on the stool and stared at the Bai family with big eyes. He remembered that Baoyue was Bai's favorite maid, and he almost asked Huo Linfeng to take the room.

He wanted to ask, when will Baoyue get married?

But what to do with him, if you ask him, Bai Shi will definitely think that he is frivolous and sick.

Rong Luoyun held back half to death, his two thin lips opened and closed repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a single word. Bai Shi embroidered attentively, and did not notice his abnormality, but instead pulled the topic away.

Bai Shi asked, "How is the situation in the city, tell me about it?"

With an "ah" sound, Rong Luoyun hurriedly retracted his mind and said, "There are still remnants in the city. I'll help set up patrols. It's all right now."

Saying this, the picture of Huo Linfeng running on his horse appeared in his mind. After calculating the time, it was time to arrive at Luo Ye Mountain and meet Huo Zhao. don't know how the battle is going. It's very close to the Turkic ar's camp, and if there are enough soldiers and horses, everything goes smoothly.

Rong Luoyun pulls the wooden frame of the embroidery frame, and the frame is carved with a group pattern, which means reunion. After a long while, Shi Bai turned to look at him and asked, "Why did you get hysterical, what are you thinking about?"

This sounded intimate, the old and the young got along for more than half a month, and they were indeed a lot closer. Rong Luoyun simply didn't hide it and said, "Madam, I'm a little worried about them."

The tip of the needle stopped, and Bai Shi focused: "They?"

Rong Luoyun nodded and acquiesced. He was worried about Huo Linfeng and... Dingbeihou. Perhaps because Huo Zhao was Huo Linfeng's biological father, or because of Huo Zhao's righteousness and integrity, he really couldn't help worrying.

Bai Shi stared at Rong Luoyun for a long time, as if to confirm Rong Luoyun's mood, then his smile deepened, and he pursed his lips lightly, as if he couldn't bear it any longer.

Rong Luoyun was a little embarrassed: "Madam, are you laughing at me?"

Bai Shi said, "I'm not laughing at you, I'm happy for you." She stuck a small needle on the brocade and held Rong Luoyun's hand, "Son, you are worried about Lord Hou, which means you don't hate him so much. Hatred has to be tit for tat, and some hatred can be put down, but it can make me feel more comfortable."

Rong Luoyun was stunned, his hands felt warm. It was because of the Bai family holding him. He suffered a disaster when he was five years old. Except for his sister, no older woman has treated him like this, and spoke softly to him. speak eloquently.

"Madam..." Some words were heavy, but he wanted to say, "This battle is extremely dangerous, I hope the ending is good, and if the ending doesn't go as desired, I hope you don't feel too sad."

Bai's eyes turned red quietly, with a few fine lines, and there was a kind of beauty that had experienced both cloudy and sunny days. She agreed, stretched out her hand and stroked the unicorn on the brocade, and said, "Master Hou is the most valiant. He will come back when I finish the embroidery."

The room became quiet, and the sound of the curtains being lifted was disturbing. It was the second or third maids who brought the food, Rong Luoyun helped the Bai Shi to get up, sat down with clean hands, and said a lot while eating.

Late at night, Rong Luoyun went back to Huo Linfeng's Bieyuan to rest. He was the only warm pillow on the high bed, which seemed a little empty. In the years when we never knew each other, Huo Linfeng slept alone in this bed, was he lonely?

He can really study, the moon cage gauze tent, and actually think of some shameful scenes.

Rong Luoyun was wrapped in a quilt, with a furry wolf cub at his feet. What kind of love was just beginning, what kind of boy Meng Lang was, he fantasized about Huo Linfeng's frivolous age.

Upright in the mood, gradually fell asleep.

It is estimated that Rong Luoyun woke up earlier than usual because of his worries. It was dark outside, so he leaned on the pillow and read the book "The Mirror of Sin". When the morning light penetrated into the Xuan window, he washed and dressed, and walked out of the bedroom in a robe.

In the courtyard, Du Zheng was sweeping the yellow leaves on the steps, Rong Luoyun stepped over the threshold and greeted, "It's so early, did someone come to report last night?" He was referring to the news from Mo Shang.

Du Zheng said: "An An Shengsheng, there is not even a single knock on the door." There were two wisps of dark green under his eyelids, "I miss the Hou Ye and the young master, so I didn't dare to sleep, so I got up several times at night to ask the person on duty, alas. "

Rong Luoyun murmured, "Those who sighed and sighed, and those who fought in a mess, must not have bothered to upload a letter."

As he said that, he frowned, but he was actually uneasy. Could it be that the fierce battle has not stopped all day and night? Running down the steps, he put on his robes and ran outside. If there is any news, he must report it to the main garden first, maybe he has already arrived.

Rong Luoyun ran into the main garden in one breath, and stopped while holding the lacquer pillar, seeing that the surroundings were as quiet as a deep valley, and even the maid who served the dressing had not woken up in the morning. There was a little light in the big house. He was afraid of disturbing Bai's shallow dream, so he didn't go there, and simply stepped into the cold Buddhist hall.

More than half a month ago, before leaving, Huo Zhao said to Mr. Bai that there is nothing to disturb the Buddha, Mr. Bai remembered it in his heart, so he rarely set foot in the Buddhist hall during these days. Rong Luoyun walked to the Buddhist altar, offered a stick of incense, and when he saw a book of scriptures, he knelt on the futon and recited the scriptures silently.

There was a voice outside the house, sweeping the courtyard, and the door of the big house opened. When the maids who came in and out finished serving, Rong Luoyun got up and walked over, asking "Morning" through the heavy curtain.

"Come in." Bai Shi called him.

Rong Luoyun went into the room, and was suddenly in a trance, the scene in front of him seemed to be exactly the same as yesterday's dusk. Bai Shi was still sitting in front of the embroidery frame, her skirt and hairpin had not been changed, and the pale blue at the moment revealed exhaustion. He walked to the frame and stared at the unicorn, only to feel that it was so lifelike.

"Ma'am, have you stayed up all night?"

Bai Shi said: "I want to embroider as soon as possible." She clenched her chin. "Come and sit, help me thread the needle, and grind it for a night so I can't see clearly."

Rong Luoyun sat down obediently, grate a gold thread through the eye of the needle, and when he handed it to Bai Shi, his fingertips were red. Grinding, stabbing, and wanting to come to this night is disturbed, and only these subtle pains are left.

It is a little bright in the sky, plums come to blow candles, sheng comes to water the flowers in the evening, and green porridge and side dishes are brought by Bizhu. Bai Shifu ignored the embroidery frame, and the flying needle ran the thread, just blindly embroidering.

Rong Luoyun didn't move, he rested his knees on his elbows, and stared at the unicorn that was gradually becoming complete. The hot porridge turned into cold porridge, and the aroma dissipated, but it added a sense of people taking tea and cooling.

At that time, there was finally movement in the courtyard.

Rong Luoyun pierced his ears and listened. It was two people. They were in a hurry as if their front feet were hitting their back feet. He glanced at Bai, who was still embroidering without distractions. Whoops, those two pushed open the curtains and rushed in, it was the housekeeper and a Qiji, who broke the rules in a hurry.

Rong Luoyun opened his mouth and wanted to ask, but he didn't know what to ask timidly. The housekeeper bowed his head and stared, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Suddenly, the butler's shoulders loosened: "Madam, Young Master, the two young masters have gone outside the city."

The two young masters... Rong Luoyun asked, "Where's the Marquis of Dingbei?" He stood up and stared at the Qiji, "I only reported the letter at this time, what is the situation?"

Qi Ji replied: "Yesterday, the Marquis led his troops to fight fiercely in Luoye Mountain, and annihilated more than 8,000 elite Turkic soldiers." He choked and clenched his fists, "At Blue Lake, the deputy commander and Azatai—"

Rong Luoyun interrupted him: "The Duke of Dingbei won?! Did he triumph with the two generals?"

Qi Ji gritted his teeth and said nothing, Rong Luoyun shouted, "I'm asking you something!"

Finally, Qiji choked and said, "Master Hou died in battle on Mount Luo Ye."

Rong Luoyun swayed slightly, looking back at Bai Shi's reaction, Bai Shi did not raise his eyes, but still embroidered the unicorn on his own. "No..." He said with trembling lips, "If the Duke of Dingbei died in battle, he should have returned last night..."

Qi Ji said: "Because last night, the second young master led the army to slaughter the Turkic camp."

Luoye Mountain was not far from the Turkic army's main camp. The barbarians were entangled in large numbers in the Blue Lake. The camp was weak. Huo Linfeng led the troops to massacre, and even wiped out the 3,000 elite soldiers supported by Kipchak.

He was mad with hatred, and murdered Huo Zhao to be buried with him.

Rong Luoyun turned around and squatted down, looking up at Bai Shi: "Madam." He called softly, and repeated even more, "Madam..."

Bai Shi never said a word, lowered his eyes, and turned over with a small needle in his hand. There was a drop of tears on the wooden frame carved with the group pattern, and then another drop fell.

"It's almost finished," she said suddenly. "Once you embroider the unicorn's eyes, you can wear it."

Bai Shi took out a round agate bead from the lacquer box, blood red, and adorned it at the pupil of the unicorn. She still smiled faintly, but her tears were not enough, and her face was dripping wet.

"Master Hou is back," Bai Shi said, "I will put on this cloak for him whether he lives or dies."

Rong Luoyun's heart was cold, he couldn't bear it, couldn't wait, got up and fled outside the house. The housekeeper and the Qi Ji followed him, and they couldn't bear it. Down the corridor, the maids gathered in one place to wipe away their tears, biting their mouths and daring not to cry.

"Meizi, wait for Madam to come out and help me carefully." Rong Luoyun instructed, trying his best to keep a calm attitude, "Housekeeper, let's go to the gate to welcome you."

The butler made a strong "hey" sound, as if he was stretched out to support this fleshly body. Walking through the hall and the courtyard, the rest of the servants could not be seen along the way, and they all went to welcome the head of the family back to the city.

Rong Luoyun was at the forefront, his pace was so fast, he was stunned when he stepped out of the gate. The city has not been peaceful for half a month, and the people could hide if they could. More and more people crowded.

"Master Hou died in battle..."

"Hu Man! Which eye did you see!"

"Master Hou Hongfu Qitian, absolutely nothing will happen."

"Hey, look! Dingbei Army is back!"

The people were talking, and countless eyes were cast into the depths of the long street. Rong Luoyun looked into the distance against the wind, and saw Huo Jinghai and Huo Linfeng running side by side, the flag "Huo" was fluttering, and a carriage followed behind him.

"Master Hou!" Someone shouted.

The crowd lined up in an orderly manner, but the shouting became more and more chaotic, "Marquis! Ying Marquis is triumphant!" So many mouths shouted this sentence, the carriage swayed, the curtains fell, and no one responded.

When the team walked outside the mansion gate, Huo Linfeng saw Rong Luoyun, his eyes met, and his tense face showed an unspeakable sadness. He dismounted from the horse and landed, walked with Huo Jinghai on each side, and when he reached the carriage, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

The crowd held their breaths, staring sluggishly.

Huo Linfeng stretched out his hand, lifted the curtain of the car tremblingly, and called, "Father." His voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear the original voice, "We're home."

Huo Jinghai took Huo Zhao's body out and choked out, "Marquis of Dingbei... Triumph."

There seemed to be low weeping in the crowd, which was initially suppressed, but spread out little by little like the original spark. Gradually, the mourning became more and more fierce, the people knelt down, and the wailing drowned the long street.

Huo Linfeng and Huo Jinghai entered the mansion, went to the brightest and most spacious hall, and saw the Bai Shi standing under the eaves.

Bai Shi was elegant and dignified, holding the embroidered cloak in both hands, his eyes were distant, and he landed on Huo Zhao impartially. When Huo Jinghai approached with someone in her arms, she went up to meet him and unfolded the cloak to cover Huo Zhao.

Huo Linfeng said in a low voice, "Mother, I'm too late."

Bai Shi said: "Go home, don't talk about that, take your father to the inner room to wash up."

Bypassing the side door, Huo Zhao's body was taken into the wing, and Mrs. Bai blocked the door and said, "I'll serve it myself, no one needs to come in."

Huo Linfeng said: "Father is seriously injured, I'm afraid..."

The tattered flesh, the broken spine, and the blood flowing all over his body, he was afraid that Bai Shi would not be able to bear it. Mr. Bai didn't say a word, he turned back into the room, closed the door, and completely isolated everything.

Huo Linfeng and Huo Jinghai stood side by side outside the house, either in mourning or worried about their mother, they all waited without leaving an inch. There are voices in the house, asking coldly and hotly, coaxing softly, so genuine.

I don't know how long ago, squeak, Bai pushed open the door.

Her eyes were clear, and her words were very clear: "Your father left in a hurry, but don't be sloppy about what's behind him. You are shocked. You go to buy the coffin and prepare all the funeral facilities as soon as possible, and then invite the abbot of the temple to come over and recite the scriptures. , you manage the house, and set up a mourning hall in the head hall to receive guests who come to express their condolences."

The crying outside had not ceased, and Mrs. Bai said, "Tell the kitchen to prepare plain cakes, and each of the people who came to see them off will send one to each of them, and pray for your father's blessings."

The arrangement of the strands was secure, and Mrs. Bai took a deep breath: "The funeral of the Marquis should be held in a grand manner. His death in battle is a happy mourning."

Finally, she instructed: "Go and wash up, and give your father a decent ride."

Huo Linfeng stepped back, strode along the corridor, reached the small door at the end, turned out and bumped into someone. The man stood leaning against the wall, as if he had been waiting for a long time, when he bumped into it like this, he raised his face tremblingly.

"Linfeng." Rong Luoyun whispered.

The two of them looked at each other with red eyes.

Huo Linfeng went to Luo Ye Mountain, slaughtered the camp overnight, and brought back Huo Zhao's body, which was pressing on his nerves. His body was tensed to the limit, and at this moment, when he met Rong Luoyun's eyes, it was as if a snow mountain was about to collapse and white jade was scarred.

He whimpered: "Xiao Rong, my father is dead."

Rong Luoyun stretched out his arms and hugged Huo Linfeng, his chest against his chest, cheek to cheek, thousands of comforts seemed pale, simply hugging each other, always warm.

He pursed his lips, leaving everything in silence.