A restaurant facing Fangji was overcrowded, and before noon it was already staggered. In the upper room on the second floor, Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun sat face to face, guarding a steaming pot in which fragrant and soft mutton was stewed.

Rong Luoyun put a piece of it in his mouth, and his thin lips were so hot that he murmured lightly. Huo Linfeng raised his eyes and looked at it. He couldn't help laughing at first, and then gloated at the misfortune, saying, "Prince Rui's mansion is full of delicious food, how come you look like a hungry little boy? Beggars?"

After swallowing the mutton, Rong Luoyun said, "Perhaps, when I was a little beggar, Luo Xia fell ill." He was referring to the first time he arrived in Xiganling, when he was separated from his sister and was begging on the street alone.

Rong Luoyun glanced at the window, which was tightly closed, leaving no gaps. The man specially instructed him to close the doors and windows tightly to avoid trouble. He asked, "What trouble could it cause?"

Huo Linfeng said: "Not long after the death of the first emperor, the people would dare to laugh and laugh, but now it is the end of the year, and it is the happiest time of the year." So, "You can only close the door and lock the window and secretly have fun."

Rong Luoyun snorted: "Meng's family is so thick-skinned, he died when he died, and he wanted to let the people remember him for several months."

After thinking about it, he remembered the situation after Huo Zhaozhan died. The body was sent back to Saibei City. It was so chaotic at that time, but all the people flocked to the long street, and the cry could almost drown people. During the few days of guarding the spirit, the people in front of the Hou's mansion never stopped. Everyone held a prayer flag, which was stacked so high that it was burned for four hours on the day of the burial.

Rong Luoyun couldn't help but sigh, the people's hearts turned their backs, and it was the most difficult thing to hide.

Raising his eyes a little, he saw that Huo Linfeng was enjoying himself, stared at him for a moment, and smiled silently with pursed lips. Huo Linfeng felt something, thought he was not eating well, put down the leg of lamb, wiped his mouth and stopped.

Rong Luoyun was still smiling, his shoulders were shaking, and his face was covered with a light red.

Huo Linfeng asked, "What are you happy about?"

Rong Luoyun hesitated, suddenly his calf hurt, and Huo Linfeng hooked him under the table. He had no choice but to succumb to the trick: "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered the box of medicine my sister gave you..."

Huo Linfeng's expression changed: "Don't mention it again!"

Rong Luoyun said, "My sister didn't look at me right in the past two days." How could he stop, he laughed so hard, "That look seemed to say, my brother is really amazing."

Huo Linfeng was sullen, wishing he could tug at a ball of cotton to plug his ears, just as he was about to have a seizure, under the table, Rong Luoyun went back and forth, hooking his legs with the toes of his shoes. He stood still and said, "Just laugh as you like, you can only have a mouthful."

The smile suddenly stopped, and Rong Luoyun asked, "What do you mean?"

Huo Linfeng replied, "What else do you mean? If you say that you are going to break the sky, that medicine is also for you." He turned his ankles and buckled Rong Luoyun's feet. I can only see how you laugh when you allow yourself to be bullied."

Rong Luoyun was embarrassed: "Qingtian Bairi, what nonsense are you talking about!"

He was so guilty that he swept his eyes towards the door, for fear that others would listen. Unexpectedly, before Yu Guang had taken it back, a shadow swayed outside the door and knocked twice.

Huo Linfeng said, "Come in."

The door opened, and the person who came was Zhang Weiren. Just now blushing, Rong Luoyun raised his hands to cover his face, bowed his head in embarrassment, and his feet were still restrained by Huo Linfeng.

The table looked serious, and under the table, it was like a drunken banquet in Fengyuechang, and there was no one to see.

"General, Lord of the Second Palace." Zhang Weiren said politely for several weeks, "I heard that Azatai has been sent to the Heavenly Prison, but he has not yet passed the trial."

Huo Linfeng said, "Yes, how about Chen Ruoyin?"

Zhang Weiren reported: "The day before yesterday, the corner gate on the west side of Chang'an City was exchanged, and the first-level captain came to the Prime Minister's Mansion in person."

This is the meaning of delivering the letter. Chen Ruoyin's soldiers and horses were not visible, and they entered the city from the corner gate on the west side. A few days ago, Huo Linfeng arranged for the elite to ride into the forest to be strangled. After all, he should have noticed.

Zhang Weiren said: "Chen Ruoyin will definitely send someone to check in the deserted forest when he gets the letter. I guess he already knows that it was the general's actions."

Huo Linfeng said: "Our Dingbei Army cannot fight and kill in Chang'an City, and the name is not right, so the ten elite horsemen are wearing the clothes of Prince Rui's personal soldiers." He poured the wine himself, "If it is exposed, It is only said that the group of savage soldiers harmed the people, and Prince Rui sent troops to suppress it for the sake of peace outside the city."

The hot soup in the pot has been boiling, and when the small stove below burns out the charcoal fire, so fast, the soup will no longer make the sound of bubbling. Huo Linfeng lowered his eyes and looked down, sighing, "Without charcoal fire, you can't make a good soup."

Rong Luoyun's heart is like a mirror, and the overtone of these words is that if there is no military force, the great cause cannot be achieved.

This time in Chang'an, there were only thirty elite cavalry, and even the personal soldiers of Prince Rui were far from enough. On the day the late emperor died, Huo Linfeng met Zhang Weiren after he left the palace, and only ordered two words: deploy troops.

Rong Luoyun asked, "How is the situation?"

Huo Linfeng said: "Elder brother started to prepare when he received the news. The selected soldiers were all the guards of Hou's mansion, but the new emperor was on guard, and the traffic outside the customs was very strictly checked, so he could only spread out to avoid causing suspicion."

After Rong Luoyun listened, he said hesitantly, "Actually, I..."

Huo Linfeng looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Before Rong Luoyun could say anything, Zhang Weiren suddenly smiled and intercepted: "Second Palace Master, you actually contacted Bufan Palace secretly, didn't you?"

Rong Luoyun was slightly startled: "How do you know?"

Zhang Weiren said: "I am a secret agent, and a pigeon flew out of Prince Rui's mansion. I think it was the second palace chief who delivered the letter to Xiganling."

Huo Linfeng looked at Rong Luoyun and didn't know why the flying pigeon passed the book. Rong Luoyun couldn't hide it any longer and said frankly: "I understand that there is not enough manpower, so I sent a letter back and wanted to call the disciples of Bufan Palace to come to Chang'an."

Although Xiganling is a long way to go, the disciples of Bufan Palace are from all corners of the world, and it is easy to disguise and disperse. When the order is received, it should not take too long to go north. He said: "Perhaps your soldiers from Saibei have not arrived, but my people from Xiganling have come first."

Huo Linfeng was dumbfounded for a while, not only stunned, but also did not know how to deal with Rong Luoyun's help. Under the table, the clasped ankles were warm, and he stared at him intently, in front of others, unable to say a thousand words in his heart.

Rong Luoyun was staring at him embarrassedly, turned his face away, and said, "Don't be affectionate, I'm not for you."

"Oh?" Huo Linfeng was sweet, but jealous, "Then who are you, Prince Rui?"

Rong Luoyun said angrily: "Stinky virtue!" He stepped on his feet, and the table top swayed, "I am for myself, then I will lead the disciples of Bufan Palace to kill traitors, and in the future, I will shake the rivers and lakes, and maybe I will become the leader of the martial arts alliance. ."

Huo Linfeng laughed and thought about it from another angle. When he was the palace master, he recruited eldest disciples, and he even had to wait for him to dress and wash his hair. If he became the leader of the Wulin League, wouldn't he be the one who combs his hair, warms the bed, and pinches his body...everything. can not be less?

The more he thought about it, the more biased he became, but his heart was really ironing. He picked up the bamboo chopsticks and put them into the pot, wanting to add a large piece of mutton to Rong Luoyun. The chopsticks went through the soup, pattered, and didn't even catch a piece of meat residue. When he turned his face, he saw that Zhang Weiren's plate was piled with sheep bones like hills.

"..." Huo Linfeng said angrily, "Are you here to eat!"

Rong Luoyun was also stunned: "Not a single piece is left for us!"

Zhang Weiren wiped his mouth: "I see that the general and the second palace master are very happy to talk, and they don't care about eating, and they are afraid of wasting this pot of good meat." He said it plausibly, "So he smiled."

As a subordinate who contradicts the general, there are no such rules in the Dingbei Army. Huo Linfeng was about to put on airs, but Zhang Weiren got up first: "General, Second Palace Master, everything has been reported, I will leave first."

It's not over yet, before leaving, Zhang Weiren said again, "Being less entangled under the table, carefully lifted the table."

Suddenly, their legs spread apart, and in response to the movement of the door panel, Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun not only didn't have enough mutton, they were also slapped with shame.

When they left the restaurant, the two of them were separated by eight feet and returned to Prince Rui's mansion.

The afternoon was the clearest, and Zheyuan was very lively. Rong Duanyu sat under the porch holding the stove, and Lu Zhun accompanied him to relieve the boredom, which made the other party rarely smile. Beside the stone table, Duan Huaike was holding a violin. The strings of the violin were loosened by the bumps on the road and needed to be adjusted one by one.

When Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun returned, they said hello and entered the room. When they went to the study, Huo Linfeng sat down and spread paper, while Rong Luoyun stood aside to study ink. Pens form lines, and lines form a map, and the map drawn at this moment is more detailed than ever.

"Time flies so fast." Huo Linfeng said distractedly, "Looking back at Lingbi Tang's visit, it still feels like yesterday."

Rong Luoyun lowered his eyes: "The martial arts competition to recruit a big disciple seems to have happened yesterday."

The map of Chang'an City was gradually drawn. Huo Linfeng pulled Rong Luoyun to his lap and hugged him. He explained in detail the rotation of various levels, defenses, and palace guards.

Rong Luoyun memorized it seriously, then picked up a red pen and gently circled it on the Prime Minister's mansion. At this time, the sound of the piano came from outside the window, neither sad nor happy, but somewhat sonorous.

Huo Linfeng said, "Your sister is a powerful woman."

Originally a daughter of gold, Dian Pei traveled to the end of the world, and for revenge, she committed herself to the land of fireworks and ruined her reputation. Now she has broken a leg, but she does not feel sorry for herself, and the sound of the piano reveals a determination.

Rong Luoyun murmured, "Your mother is also a powerful woman."

The two of them were still falling apart at the time, but now they are complimenting each other again. Suddenly, the sound of the piano outside the window stopped abruptly, something unusual.

Rong Luoyun got up and looked at the window, saying, "The housekeeper is here."

Huo Linfeng was upright in his clothes, and when the housekeeper trotted into the house, he asked, "But Prince Rui is calling me for something?"

The housekeeper reported: "It's not my prince, someone from the palace said that the emperor, General Huo, entered the palace and interviewed Azatai face to face."

Huo Linfeng set off immediately and changed his official uniform before leaving. The chariots and horses were ready, and they were all waiting outside the mansion gate. Before leaving, Rong Luoyun accompanied him out of the house, and asked in a low voice, "Since you are asked to be present, the emperor will not be biased, is it a good thing?"

Huo Linfeng said, "I hope so."

Leaving the house and boarding the car, the whole team went in the direction of the palace.

After about a cup of tea, the back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion was gently opened, and the spies brought in the news, and then closed it tightly. In the bookstore in Fuzhong, Chen Ruoyin was holding a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, burning sandalwood incense, and reclining on the trembling rattan bed.

The subordinates reported: "Master Xiang, Huo Linfeng has entered the palace by order."

"...Deliver the immeasurable Bodhisattva and the Shravakas." Chen Ruo finished reciting a sentence, "What is the will?"

The subordinate replied: "Face-to-face trial of Azate."

Chen Ruoyin squinted and repeated, "Interview...Azatai?" He put down the scriptures, turned over, making the rattan bed creaky, and then laughed. The laughter was so arrogant that he twitched all over his body. .

The subordinates are puzzled: "Master Xiang, you..."

Chen Ruoyin said: "Azatai died in the sky prison last night. It was the poisonous wine that the truth poured."

At that time, the emperor was on the side.

The subordinate said in surprise: "The emperor ordered Huo Linfeng to face trial..."

"What interview," Chen Ruoyin replied with a smile, "This trick is to invite you to enter the urn."