Chapter 33:

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Umbrella slanted along the edge, and Huo Linfeng immediately moved unfaithfully. Although his behavior was provocative, his words were helpless: "This will shield you more tightly, why not ask me to move?"
Rong Luoyun said, "You've got a terrible shower there."
Huo Linfeng twisted his face and looked down, half of his arms were exposed outside the umbrella, and was hit by layers of rain. He was truly unexpected, the other side corrected time and time again that he didn't want him to get rain.
"I'm fine, left and right are soaked." He said, suddenly wanting to confirm something, "Palace, you have been waiting for me behind the gate?"
Rong Luoyun replied: "It can't be all the time, just arrived."
Huo Linfeng held the lamp: "Oh?" The red candle inside was almost exhausted, and it was clearly lit for a long time. He asked relentlessly, "Really?"
Rong Luoyun was silent for a moment, saying, "A tea time."
Huo Linfeng became increasingly unbelievable: "A cup of tea? Or a pot of tea?"
Rong Luoyun annoyed: "It's just an hour."
This is quite credible, but Huo Linfeng made up the sentence very poorly: "It is troublesome for the palace master to say the truth, and it will be known when I return to Qianjitang and ask the disciples on duty." However, he did not intend to go. Ask others.
Unexpectedly, when he came to Anonymous, he clicked, and Rong Luoyun pinched the handle of the lamp, and admitted with a low voice: "I was waiting for the moment."
Huo Linfeng incredibly raised the umbrella, waiting for a while? Waiting for four hours? His thin lips moved slightly: "The lord of the palace ..." The first time he murmured so gently.
Rong Luoyun said coldly: "Do you think I'm waiting for you? I'm waiting for the news you brought back." He lowered his head and put his hands on the rotten bamboo handle. Punch off. "
Having reached an unknown place, Huo Linfeng obediently shut up and followed each other into the door.
Stepping over a piece of gravel to the corridor, Rong Luoyun took off his shoes and socks, barefooted on the floor, Huo Linfeng closed his umbrella, and set the black boots beside the other's white shoes.
The whole body was soaked in ice, and his feet felt warm on the ground. He stood still, ticking the rain with a little movement, for fear that Rong Luoyun would ask him to wipe the floor. The head can be cut off and the blood can flow, and the maidservant can never do it.
Rong Luoyun did not know that he was secretly slandered, and his cloak was not solved. First, he lit candles inside and out. He went into the house again and looked for three or five cloth towels and a velvet blanket, and walked out with a large group, throwing his head and covering his face.
Careful care called him so much, only fierce left.
"Xie Gong's main shirt." Huo Linfeng was satisfied. He took off his crown and shirt, wiped it, and finally put on the velvet blanket. Finally bid farewell to the cold night, glanced at the food box on the ground, and suddenly felt hungry.
He asked: "Palace, I'm hungry."
Rong Luoyun's retaliatory sarcasm: "Well pitiful." He ate the food box into the hall, and he didn't use dinner. "Look at the appearance of that Baba, come and reward you."
Huo Linfeng's heart was sour, as if soaked in rain. It turned out that being ridiculed was this kind of taste, a little embarrassing, a little annoying, and even a little bit intolerable. He simply couldn't bear it, and La La laughed.
The two sat opposite each other at the table, the dishes were quite plentiful, the fish was roasted with duck, the white were tender green, but there was only a bowl of millet rice. Rong Luoyun put the rice in the middle for the two to eat together.
In the end, it was Master Hou House, who exposed Jin Gui's nature with a little inattention. Huo Linfeng took a bite of fish belly and yelled: "Xu is cold, not fresh enough." Try roast duck, "The meat is not easy to break, and it is old . "
Rong Luoyun drank a cup of hot tea to nourish his lungs and persuade himself not to be angry.
When he probed for rice, two pairs of crickets touched each other, and Huo Linfeng remembered his situation. The whole story has already been said, and I can only make up for it: "But it is delicious ... so I can't bear to stop chopsticks."
Rong Luoyun didn't say anything, didn't even care about it, and cleared his throat until he was full. After returning, wipe and wipe, warm and warm, eat and eat, you should always talk about business.
He touched the teapot and covered his hands, and asked, "How is the situation in Hanzhou?"
Huo Linfeng said positively: "Go back to the palace, the past bustling and exhausted, Xiao Suo is dead."
Rong Luoyun expected this, stood up and beckoned, and took the other party into the inner hall study. When the books were full, he sat on a small table next to a wooden table with paper and pen. He studied ink himself: "Draw a map for me."
Huo Linfeng raised his pen and drew the basic map of Hanzhou, the main street, the government house, and the granary. Rong Luoyun appreciated it, and thought of the comprehensive schedule, and he was good at drawing maps.
In the account, Ce Jun painted much more. Huo Linfeng used to draw a small flag in the "granary" naturally. This is a mark when fighting, which means to capture occupation. After painting, flip the paper and draw a map of Jia Yanxi Mansion on the back, which is much finer.
Suddenly the breath blew, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Rong Luoyun's elbows against the table edge, looking at the picture on the opposite side like a lie. Very close, the shadow of the eyelashes under the lamp can be clearly seen, flickering, and smart.
At this time, Rong Luoyun asked, "Did you see Jia Yanxi?"
Huo Linfeng replied: "Well, medium-sized, with a black mole on the left face." He said, shut up his mouth, the two of them met, thinking carefully, "Jia Yanxi has two masters, sabers, palm Crude, they killed a large group of people outside the government. "
Rong Luoyun looked up: "What does it look like?"
Huo Linfeng said: "The same official boots and deep suits are all wearing masks."
Rong Luoyun Tongren Ren tightened, pinching his fingers along the edge of the table, and scratched a corner. Sawdust covered his hands, and the wooden thorns pierced into the flesh. He closed his eyes, pressed down the torrential thoughts, and calmed down when he opened them again.
"This trip has been hard," he said lightly. "Take a rest for two days and go back to rest."
Coupled with the fierce response and this order, Huo Linfeng knew something different. He walked away from the couch and walked to the door. Instead of urging to test, he urged: "The couch is cold, and after a long time remember to close the window."
Rong Luoyun's expression moved slightly, but he turned away and stared out the window.
The velvet blanket was laid down, and the sound of footsteps gradually moved to the hall, wearing a wet suit, boots, and crunching on the gravel. There were lights in the porch, and he saw Huo Linfeng leaving.
He didn't raise the umbrella or raise an umbrella, he said silently "the nerd".
The night was quiet, and Rong Luoyun didn't bother to get on the bed, and pulled the velvet blanket on the couch. The remaining heat is Huo Linfeng's body temperature. Take a closer look at the map. There is still a dry ink smell.
He saw sore eyes, and then fell asleep before the wind and rain stopped.
Rong Luoyun fell asleep for a long time. The dream was not good, but everything in the dream dragged him by all means, only to wake him up after he tasted it.
He woke up without delay, bathed and changed clothes, changed his blue shirt and robe, and tied his pony tail, his spirit was like a pine bamboo. Just wear a sword, hold the map, open the mirror box and pinch the three small pins to seal the waist, and also bring the ginkgo and gray papar.
Before leaving, he fed fish and birds, and hung a small lock on the door.
After the rain was fine, Rong Yunyun rode out on horseback.
Passing the Tibetan Pavilion, Lu Zhun jumped out of the way: "Second Brother, where are you going?"
Rong Luoyun said, "Chaomu Tower. What do you do with a book?"
Lu Zhun complained: "The robbery business is in a slump, and my brother told me nothing to read more."
Rong Luoyun smiled: "Then you read well and wait for me to come back and test you." Leaving forward, the smile cleared up, and Lu Jun asked when he would return.
He didn't look back: "Three days later, he will return."
When he said that he was galloping, he went out of the palace towards the long river and kept going outside Chaomu Tower. He went in through the back door, stepped into the upper room on the fourth floor, knocked the door lightly, and called "sister" and pushed in.
Rong Duanyu sleeps shallowly and snoring.
Rong Luoyun opened the curtain and knelt beside the bed, and said openly, "Sister, I'm going to Hanzhou for a talk with you."
Rong Duanyu asked, "Why suddenly went to Hanzhou? Is it related to the victims?"
Rong Luoyun said, "I'm going to capture Jia Yanxi." In a meal, his eyes were killing. "Jia Yanxi is Chen Ruoyin's nephew, and there are two masters to protect it. The two men's official boots and swords are worn mask."
Rong Duanyu whispered, as if a rabbit hit the tree. "No, no!" She clutched Rong Luoyun tightly, Zhu Lip couldn't help trembling. "It's too dangerous, they are, yes ..."
Rong Luoyun nodded: "Yes, yes." He stood up and hugged each other. "Sister, they only came with two people. The opportunity is rare. I have to go anyway."
Rong Duanyu hugged him tightly: "What if you have an accident ?!"
He was very calm: "I can't kill them, and I will find a way to get away." He went to be like a rock, but he did not take it for granted. "If I haven't returned in three days, tell my brother to go to Hanzhou to find me."
Everything accounted for, and he didn't delay anymore, and stepped back to leave the room.
Rong Luoyun roared into the basement anxiously, hit a girl at the end, and looked intently. He apologized warmly, left, and walked to the door to think of something. He paused and said, "Ginkgo magnolia double-sided flower, you have a new fan."
Bao Luo was in a fog, but the blue figure had gone clean.
Rong Luoyun rushed out of the city. The heavy rain last night left the mountain road muddy and had to gallop on Guanlu. He whistled with a sword and whistleed, and went northward all the way under the sunny sky.
At this time, in the bamboo garden of Qianjitang, a small flower bloomed in the corner.
Du Yan busied himself, stored hot water, prepared his clothes, and stewed the hoof of thick oil and red sauce in the kitchen. Brushing the boots for the master, sniffing on the bed.
"Master, wake up?" He asked softly.
Huo Linfeng rolled the quilt, rolled over and overwhelmed with anger. Why was his heart violent? !! After all, I just woke up and freshened up, soaking in hot water for a while, and the wind, dust and cold rain of six hundred miles finally disappeared.
Du Yan waited: "Master, haven't you met a master in Hanzhou's trip? I don't see any hair missing from you."
Huo Linfeng snorted: "I met, but I didn't fight."
Du Yan was curious: "What if you hand it in?"
Huo Linfeng said: "If you lose, you will lose both.
Saying that there was a sudden burst in his heart, he felt inexplicably flustered.
Close to the battle, a handsome flag was wedged on the thick sandy soil, and the flag was covered with the thick and majestic word-Huo. This boundary, the wind shouted all year round, the flag was spreading against the wind, there were shares Indescribable spirit.
At this moment, just after noon, the sun was the most poisonous, and the wind was clamoring, but far away, the human voice overwhelmed the sound of the wind, and it was mixed with the sound of iron impact. Dayong's soldiers and Turkic people fought against Zhenglie, and Dayong's soldiers understood better, and this battle seemed to win.
As the saying goes, the woman who smells Zhifen powder knows that Lancao Danxin is the girl of Boudoir, and the taste of camellia is a girl in the field. Armor distinguishes rank.
In the middle of the group of soldiers, a dark horse, nailed with iron palms, stepped out of the deep and light footprints, the man on the horse has a resolute face, even if his brows are locked, he also feels power and anger instead of evil. .
He wore a dark gold armor, and his chest goggles were refracting, and he looked bright. When the sword was stretched out, a Tibetan blue scarf was raised on his arm, shaking, like a coach's identity.
The man who was fighting hard in front of him was young and wearing silver-gray armor. He was covered with blood because of his face, so he covered up the three-pointer handsome, and killed the mountain to fill the sea with twelve points of heroism.
His arm was also wrapped in scarves, red and red, and it was beautiful in a touch of yellow sand, and his armor was cold and light. "Yi", the sound of the sword stabbing into the stomach, with the spurting wetness, and the sticky stickiness of the lungs, was drawn out, and the wind was blown against the sand, and the blade was half thick.
This fierce battle is about to end, this sword has killed the people around, it turned out that General Turk was thoroughly penetrated. The thief captures the king first. The leader loses his life, and the soldier will automatically panic for seven minutes, but there are even more stubborn. This Turk general was cut to the first level by a sword.
It was rumored in Saibei that the young general of the Huo family in the Yong dynasty loved to cut and cut heads, battles of all sizes, and they would take each other's first rank in every battle, and they would have to show off. No, the fresh and hot head was like blood cells, and he hung on the saddle, as simple as hanging a jade pendant.
The wind on this plug did not break, but the yellow sand was small and could not be blown away. The general was dead, and the remnants saw that the situation was gone. All those who had full legs and legs fled one after another.
Win, the coach shakes his arm: "Captives return to camp!"
Let ’s make it clear that no matter how hurt, tired, or dead, let go of your throat to let go of the remaining murderous energy, but unexpectedly, the deputy handsome in the red scarf is not good, pursing his lips, not sulking, and pinching Horse belly ran to hunt down the remnants.
"Huo Linfeng!" The coach shouted, but didn't call back, "Stop!" Another voice, but saw only the figure, the figure is far away.
With horseshoes stepping on the blood, Huo Linfeng chased out Qiba Lidi, carrying a sword and a saddle of people on his saddle, a bit of an illusion. As far as the eyes were concerned, that team of soldiers will be defeated by a handful, a total of thirty-four. When the other party saw him chasing each other, they looked at each other for a few moments to discuss, and then they stopped fighting.
"Yu" Huo Linfeng stopped thirty steps away, and it was estimated that he ran hot, took off his helmet, sweated heavily, and raised his pony tail, all his brain saw the light. He wiped his face, blood stains on his lips, and it was smoky.
A group of disabled soldiers stepped on the end of the road, raised their swords over their heads, and their hearts sank: "Chong! Kill!" The eyes revealed, but they said, "I am ready to die."
Huo Linfeng looked at the dead man's eyes, lightened himself, and pointed his boots at the tip of his horse. He knew that the later he went back, the fiercer the coach, the faster he would be.
So he exaggerated to the extreme, and his shot was a trick. Golden light and Mars raised the yellow sand. He manipulated the potential of the catastrophe, like Yan Luo, and claimed his life with a sword. Except for the wind coming and going, everyone with a sound told him to kill everything.
The Liao Liao desert blasted his face, and the last person was screaming and panting. The next second, Huang Sha covered his body with a dead body, turned to kick the horse, and even the bones were swallowed up.
Returning to the camp after being dragged, Huo Linfeng stopped and hummed for a while, and he was a nameless tragedy. After each battle, no matter he wins or loses, he must hum the song to comfort the sacrifice of the boneless soul of the general.
After the song was over, the gallop returned to the camp, and the camp was far away, and the coach stood up in front of him. A small soldier waited outside the camp door, grabbed his leg and dragged him down. "Ah!" He choked, escorted to the account, and faced the coach's iron face.