The room is peaceful and lively, the peace is the mood, and the lively is the sound. Huo Linfeng reclined on the couch, bent his legs, and smiled, like a lazy and comfortable son.

"Taiping, catch it!" He threw a piece of dried meat.

The little wolf jumped abruptly, chewed it in his mouth, and swallowed it in three or two strokes. Huo Linfeng was amused, glanced at the bedside, and saw Rong Luoyun sitting there cross-legged practicing the exercises, like a Avalokitesvara, so calm that one dared not blaspheme.

He broke, twisted another piece of dried meat, and threw it steadily towards the bed. There was only meat in the little wolf's eyes, who cares about the side, jumped away with his body, Rong Luoyun suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a fangs facing him.

"Ow!"

The little wolf was slapped and rolled onto the carpet, turning his stomach and screaming miserably. Huo Linfeng got up and went over, hugged him, and while stroking, he said, "Son, your mother is such a cruel person, she even stabbed me with a sword."

Rong Luoyun knew that this old account was probably engraved in Huo Linfeng's heart, and he turned it over from time to time, pretending to be pitiful and ashamed of him.

Brush, he drew out his long sword, got out of bed and approached Huo Linfeng.

"What are you doing?" Huo Linfeng was startled, "You want to stab me again? Why not?!"

Approaching him, Rong Luoyun offered the sword: "You stab me with a sword, and no one will say anything after it's even."

Huo Linfeng breathed a sigh of relief, did not pick up the sword, turned and returned to sit on the couch. The little wolf smelled the smell of meat, and climbed from his arms to the small table, guarding a plate of dried meat. When his arms were empty, Rong Luoyun followed, holding the sword and pestle in front of him.

"Really let me stab me with a sword?" Huo Linfeng asked.

Rong Luoyun said "um": "After stabbing me, don't mention my stabbing you again."

Huo Linfeng was thoughtful, as if he was thinking about whether the deal was a good deal. After a while, he grabbed his long sword and threw it, saying, "It's unlucky to see blood, I'll give you a slap, get closer."

Rong Luoyun took half a step, the toes of his shoes were against the couch, Huo Linfeng still looked lazy, he quickly reached out and buckled his wrist, grabbing it halfway, and patted his hip lightly with the other hand. .

"Well..." Rong Luoyun groaned, "It hurts!"

Huo Linfeng said, "I didn't try too hard."

Rong Luoyun gnashed his teeth: "You made it last night!"

Outside the window was the snow and ice in the cold winter, but this embarrassed expression contained a sense of spring. Huo Linfeng watched it earnestly, pulling and stumbling, he took Rong Luoyun's crutches to his legs and hugged him. Rong Luoyun was biting his lower lip, and others were biting. He was so charming that he wanted to talk. He, as if he didn't know the pain, bit his thin lips to the point of breaking the skin.

Huo Linfeng pinched the chin and said with force, "Release."

Rong Luoyun was forced to open his lips, the pain was no longer here, and the feeling behind him was particularly clear. Huo Linfeng hugged him closer, warmed his waist with his palms through the clothes, and asked, "So uncomfortable?"

Rong Luoyun said, "It won't hurt if you don't touch it." How embarrassed, her voice was as small as biting her ear, "It swells suddenly and suddenly, it feels broken."

His palm moved down slightly, covering the tailbone, Huo Linfeng said, "It's so easy to break." His voice became sticky, and he couldn't hide his thoughts, "I'll rub it for you and stick to me."

Rong Luoyun relaxed his body, leaned back, leaned on Huo Linfeng's shoulder and inhaled. "Hey," he let out a sound, frowning two eyebrows, "I'm sour..."

Suddenly, the palm behind him became hot, and he panicked: "What's the luck? Oops..."

The soreness was unspeakable, but now he was attacked by the internal force, and the heat was unbearable. Rong Luoyun drained all his strength and was embedded in Huo Linfeng's arms, with a tired face, flushed cheeks, and the toes in the silk socks and socks. They all curled up secretly.

The little wolf was eating deliciously, turned his head to take a look, and howled happily a few times.

Rong Luoyun was unhappy with this coaxing beast. After struggling twice, he was rubbed softer. Huo Linfeng was used to making noises, so he asked casually, "How is Lingyun's palm training?"

Rong Luoyun was really caught in his thoughts and replied, "The seventh floor, but it's not fine." He kept his head straight, raised his face to ask for help, and complained, "The higher you go, the more your inner strength surges during the practice, and the more you feel uncomfortable."

Huo Linfeng lowered his head and looked at him: "You need to take it slow, otherwise your heart will be damaged if you don't practice well." As he spoke, the hand that supported his leg moved up and touched Rong Luoyun's shirt. " I'll explore, don't delay the illness."

With his fingertips open, the room was warm and there were three or four layers of clothes. He reached in and covered Rong Luoyun's heart. At this moment, Rong Luoyun had a wolf in front and a tiger behind, either taut like a string or paralyzed like mud.

In an instant, he bowed, and the hand that was clinging to Huo Linfeng's shoulder fell, and he couldn't even hold his fist. He was numb and sour all over, and his belly was twitching tightly.

"No..." he exclaimed weakly.

Huo Linfeng was trapped and asked, "How can it be so interesting to stab you with a sword, isn't it?"

Rong Luoyun kicked his legs: "I want to pee..."

Huo Linfeng glanced at the head of the bed, the tea cup was empty, no wonder, but he didn't let go, he pressed the big palm on the lower back with a little effort, numbing the tailbone to the tip of the buttocks. What a sin, he said: "Please, please be nicer."

The dignified Second Palace Master of the Extraordinary Palace can only kill, how can he ask for help? Rong Luoyun's body was soft and hard, and bumped into a mouthful of glutinous rice and white teeth: "Kill you... let go!"

After finishing this arrogant sentence, he was held tighter, and his chest was stabbed as if he was being punished, and it hurt, but he couldn't win the happiness that spread to Baizong. "Linfeng," he took the initiative to change his tune, and said, "Sour, I want to pee."

Huo Linfeng's eyes were cold and dissatisfied, he punished the opponent with a pair of deadly hands.

Rong Luoyun called out, "General, please." He was so rubbed that he couldn't stand it, but Huo Linfeng lifted his heel and then dropped it down, so that his bones were scattered, "Little Marquis..."

Huo Linfeng said in a deep voice, "Call me once, just once."

Before the words were made clear, Rong Luoyun squinted his eyes, and met Huo Linfeng's unstoppable gleam in his eyes, that stubbornness, stubbornness, and domineering, forcing his mind to go blank. face to go.

He trembled: "Xiang Gong, I want to pee."

Huo Linfeng begged for the blood of a wolf, got up with a man in his arms, and strode into the small room. Covered by the curtains, whispered curses could be heard faintly, and the robes rustled, and the curses changed, turning into a coquettish refusal.

Then, the sound of the water was pattering, and Rong Luoyun cried out, as if: "—Let go."

Taiping swallowed the last piece of meat, licked his mouth and nose, and rolled around on the couch. He heard the sound and looked at the small room, curious, but he was too full to move. After a while, the parents came out, squeaked, and the door opened.

"Young master," Du Zheng entered the room, "the one who sent the edict—"

When he saw Rong Luoyun, he couldn't help but pause: "Second Palace Lord, why is your face blushing like a monkey's butt?"

Huo Linfeng snorted with joy, turned around to block Rong Luoyun, and coaxed like a fool. Du Zheng knew this, and he was not surprised, and reported: "Young master, the team sending the order rested for a day. Thirty elite soldiers, chariots and horses are ready, and Azate has also been escorted from prison. Everything is ready, We can leave early tomorrow morning.”

Huo Linfeng said, "I see, call someone to pack up."

Du Zheng asked: "Who is it, isn't it all my picks?"

Huo Linfeng replied: "You don't have to follow this time, choose an auspicious day to marry Meizi, and the two of you will have a good time."

Rong Luoyun stuck his head out, clearly congratulating him for making fun of him, "Hmph, have a good time."

But Du Zheng was startled, ran over, threw himself to the ground and knelt down: "Master, I have to serve you!" The life-saving grace was not finished yet, "Chang'an is the boundary of others, so it is inevitable that people will be watched, I have to talk to the young master. Share your worries!"

This is the little servant who is waiting by the body. It is convenient to pass messages and do things. Huo Linfeng said, "But you finally reunited with Meizi, are you willing to separate again?"

Du Zheng said, "If you can go back to Xiganling, what are you afraid of in Chang'an, not to mention that the Hou Ye has just left, and Meizi doesn't want to get married, and wants to serve his wife for two more years."

A life-saving grace, in exchange for such a loyal servant, Rong Luoyun looked at it, forgetting that he had been ridiculed into a monkey, and persuaded with sympathy: "Since he is sincere, he will take it with him, and I am afraid you will also be served by others. Not used to it."

Huo Linfeng couldn't help it, so he complied and said yes. Du Zheng was overjoyed, got up and rolled up his sleeves, and immediately rummaged through the boxes to pack his luggage. It was cold and the clothes were heavy and heavy, and the bed was piled up in a mess.

Rong Luoyun picked up his important things, "The Mirror of Sin", the cotton bales sent by Bai Shi, a portrait on a scroll, and the eagle bone flute the size of a palm. Huo Linfeng is really a young master, he resumed his reclining posture, and stopped doing a little maid work with both hands.

He picked up the writing brush on the small table and said, "Send a letter to Xiganling to inform them of the situation."

Rong Luoyun stopped for a while and didn't return for several months. Chen Ruoyin sent people to Xiganling to cause trouble, but he didn't know what the situation was. It's okay for the eldest brother to accompany the master. Are the third and fourth children obedient? Are the disciples of the palace slack?

Most importantly, what about my sister, are you still angry with him?

Rong Luoyun turned worried and sat on the edge of the couch, leaning against Huo Linfeng, his eyes fixed on the letter paper. He took the pen and finished writing one line after a long delay. He couldn't help but ask, "Is my sister going to be pissed off if I don't return?"

Huo Linfeng said, "So you have to write well, speak earnestly, and coax your sister."

Like a stereotyped master, like a student with no ink in his stomach, Rong Luoyun bowed his words, paused for a while in three or two sentences, thought hard in seven or eight characters, and after writing a piece of paper, his palms were full of sweat.

He put down his pen and collapsed on Huo Linfeng's body, as if his bones had been taken away. Huo Linfeng embraced him, grabbed his wrist, raised it, and gave him a light peck.

Such a good time is more pitiful than a dream.

Rong Luoyun suddenly felt a scorching gaze, and squinted at the bedside, bumping into Du Zheng's frowning eyes, he forgot that there was still someone there, and said unhappily, "What are you looking at?"

Du Zheng narrowed his brows, as if he was about to speak, but also seemed to be unable to open his mouth. For a while, he persuaded and said, "You should also adjust the amount of oil in honey, and you must not indulge in lust."

Rong Luoyun turned into anger from shame: "Hu Man what!"

Du Zheng counted: "Last night, the bed was shaken for three hours, and it was worse than the cold wind invading the window. At that time, when I came out of the small room with a smile on my face, I must have been in trouble. At this moment, I am writing a letter to my family, sticking and hugging, and seeing it again. Tired in one place."

The words were like red feather arrows, swishing at the gate of Rong Luoyun's life. This was not enough. Du Zheng said earnestly: "A man's blood is very precious, and it can't be repaired."

Huo Linfeng said, "No problem, Palace Master Rong has tonics."

It was nothing more than the box that Chaomulou asked for. Rong Luoyun was bullied by this pair of master and servant. After Du Zheng packed up his luggage and left, he pushed away Huo Linfeng and went to bed.

Huo Linfeng walked over, took off his clothes and lay on the outside, the double-layered gauze tent fell, and the space where one side dreamed was dim and hazy. Rong Luoyun turned his back to him, far away, tightly wrapped in a quilt.

He stretched out his hand and wrapped a lock of Rong Luoyun's hair, which was soft and fine, like fine silk. "Sleep." He closed his eyes, "Let's set off early tomorrow."

Rong Luoyun didn't want to answer, but couldn't help but ask, "Where will we live when we arrive in Chang'an?"

Huo Linfeng said, "Prince Rui's mansion."

Rong Luoyun was shocked, Prince Rui's mansion, where is the third prince? Before he could ask further questions, Huo Linfeng said, "There are a lot of followers this time, and we have to beware of Chen Ruoyin's subordinates, so the post house and the inn are inconvenient."

The third prince proposed to the emperor to temporarily live in Prince Rui's mansion, which would be safe and show the importance of the Huo family, so the emperor agreed.

Huo Linfeng asked, "Is there a problem, Xiaoheng?"

Rong Luoyun heard the sound beyond the line: "No..." But inexplicably, he turned Gulu to Huo Linfeng's side and touched the jade ring on his hand.

Oops...it doesn't feel good.