Chapter 90:

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This is an anti-theft chapter. It will be restored after 36 hours if the subscription is insufficient. I live in a different garden, and then look at the clothes, I am an extraordinary disciple, it is estimated that he is one of the palace masters. He's fine, Diao Yuliang is still young, is it Rong Luoyun?
Suddenly, a group of disciples came on duty not far away, and Huo Linfeng heard the sound and turned to Houshan to leave. Lengsang Mountain was so lonely and cold that he stumbled with a little inattention, but he continued to remember the situation again.
The entertainer said that his sister is a concubine and his brother is a pirate.
Rong Luoyun's sister-in-law is the queen of Chaomu Tower, which shows that the country is beautiful and fragrant, so by this, Rong Yunyun's attitude must not be casual.
At the foot of the mountain, it was time for the inn to go north, but Huo Linfeng had settled and headed for the long river to the west.
Near the ugly river, Chaomulou was brighter than daylight, and the gate was open, and the guests were like a tide and a boat. Coincidentally, the song and dance day said by the store is tonight, and the dancers put on half waist for a long time.
Waves of turbulent crowds, the weak crown of the year to the old man, all rushed to blow a wide-sleeved fragrance. Ying Yingyan called, the horns were sour, but the fourth floor alone was a bit lonely.
This is the upper room, with flower windows, bamboo curtains, and a white figure rushing into the room. He landed quietly, and took the futon, familiarly, and walked to the side of the bed to light a tricolor light.
Only one, dark, far from the outside lights. The man didn't click, and opened the cabinet, picked a piece of barberry incense, and lit it into a small copper furnace. After finishing his work, he moved to the bed and sat down gently.
The outside sounded confusing, he was quiet, like he came to the wrong place. For a while, Lotus stepped forward, pushing the door with her arms, revealing Zhang Guoguo's face: "falling clouds, when did you arrive?"
The woman in question was Zhao Kuilou, Rong Duanyu, and the seat of the extraordinary palace was Rong Luoyun, the master of the second palace.
"Just lit the lamp," Rong Luoyun owed, "Here you come so fast, have you been staring?"
Rong Duanyu laughed, why did the smelly man underneath matter to his brother? She was gone, and Nana's, like Jiutian Xuannv, had fallen off, and after a while brought some food.
Sisters and brothers sat around the table. A bowl of apricot butter and a plate of cow's milk crisp were all Rong Luoyun's favorite. He ate himself, his delicate ear cartilage moved slightly, monitoring the movement in the building. People get mixed up on this day of the month, and he comes to stare in peace.
He ran out of apricot milk, and pouted. Rong Duanyu suspected: "It's not an unmanned lingling man. Pa Zi has embroidered a little better, but don't you wipe it?
Rong Luoyun took a piece out of his sleeve and touched his lips with perfunctory reluctance. Rong Duanyu laughed, and his fingers turned out a creed.
Rong Luoyun took over, and the officials dispatched by the court arrived, and began to look at: "Huo Linfeng?" He was quite surprised. He was dignified as the son of the North Hou, and rumored to be fighting again, and actually sent to Xiganling.
"How about this person?" Rong Duanyu asked.
Rong Luoyun shook his head, never met, I do not know, but the figures defending the border must have an iron fist. After giving up the iron soldiers of Saibei, he came here to bring a group of wine bags and rice bags. He guessed that General Huo's heart would be uncomfortable.
Rong Duanyu asked again, "Should you explore the details?"
Rong Luoyun said, "No need, wait for him to take office, and the exact news of Changan will be sent when the time comes." Qianglong can't beat the ground snake, even if Huo Linfeng is terrible, it is difficult to sing.
He was tired, burned the note, rinsed his mouth and took off the crown, and scattered three thousand blue silks into the bed. Rong Duanyu put a silk quilt on him and touched his cheek again: "Sleep, let's live all night, I'll call you again if there is something."
Rong Luoyun closed his eyes indissolublely, apparently a notorious madman, but curled up sideways into a pediatric state.
The door was closed, and Rong Duan Yulian stepped lightly, and met a Qingqin with a harp on the porch. Qing Yan sang a dumb throat, but Jin Yu was flying all over her head, and she had to quickly set aside her appreciation.
Rong Duanyu glanced down, and the men of Wuyan, holding their sisters on the stage with piles of gold and jade, were lively. How many men begged her to show up, she turned a deaf ear and turned to the back kitchen to cook Rong Luoyun's soup.
Extravagant in the building, gorgeous outside the building.
Heads were moving along the river, and a dark shadow slid into the painting. It was Huo Linfeng in night clothes.
Yunyu was dying, and General Huo blushed. "I'm sorry," he said silently, and then tore off a robe, put it ashore, and strode into Chaomu Tower.
For a moment, Huo Linfeng was fascinated, with a charming look, his eyes fluttered, nephrite came close, and in just a few steps, he was covered with body powder. He was seated and looked around, and the porch was full of people, drunk and throwing flowers, twisting the fan, and everywhere.
I did not go to Xiaochuntai in Saibei, but entered the Chaomu Tower in Xiganling. If my father and elder brother were to know, I am afraid that both the staff and the bones would be discounted.
Suddenly a cry came out, "What a good brother, how can you keep silent?"
Huo Linfeng's flesh tightened, and Langdang put her shoulders on her shoulders, slightly stiff. There are different categories in this blue building. The one in front of this is a prostitute. He said blankly: "I heard that the beauty of Chaomu Tower is worth living and dying. See you today, but that's all."
The little prostitute discolored, twisted the willow and walked away. Huo Linfeng was stunned, and only Qing Yi, an artist, hugged his pipa, and he was somewhat ashamed at him.
He said, "A girl-like look in the kitchen for cooking sour soup. What kind of lute?"
Upon hearing this, Qingyan shed tears of tears, and immediately rushed around with some pity. Huo Linfeng's eyes were cold and untied, and the brocade bag was untied. There were forty ingots of one hundred and twenty grains in it, a total of four thousand.
He whispered softly: "I'm too dirty in the building, four thousand two, find a good look and sing a song, do you have one?"
These words are degrading and provocative, but they are also very tempting. The stewardess in charge came and offered a flattery: "My son is not upset. If Chaomulou doesn't have Peugeot, how can there be beauty in Jiangnan?"
Huo Linfeng heard the argument side by side, and it seems that this "Po Luo" is a famous person. After a while, Bao Luo walked to the table, fanning her face, revealing a pair of beautiful apricots, shaking lightly, and shaking the house full of enthusiasts.
Huo Linfeng glanced at: "Good for this pair of apricot eyes, but unfortunately, I would rather take a bite of fresh peaches than chew a basket of apricots."
Baoluo froze and almost fell off the fan. When the sister-in-law saw the situation, she attracted others, all of whom were hard to see. Huo Linfeng, but his lips and swords were like swords, making Yingying Yanyan faint.
"Oh, my son!" My sister-in-law sweated. "My son, what do you like? Chu Chu or breasts, jade girl or charming girl, what do you tell me in detail!"
Huo Linfeng first entered the wind moon field, posing as a ruthless guest. After hearing the words for a long time, he faintly felt hot behind his ears. The sister-in-law experienced the old way, whispered close to him and asked, "Son, do you want little sister-in-law?"
Huo Linfeng was startled, annoyed into anger: "Speak less, don't get a beauty!"
Xunzi considered for a moment. So many people in the room watched, how could Chaomulou lose her credibility. "Go," she pinched her and stomped her momentum, "please Hua Kui Duan Yu girl!"
The man from Dinglou exclaimed, all looking at his neck, and he was coveted before he showed up. Huo Linfeng was a little stunned in his heart, waiting, when he was exclaimed in his ears, raised his eyes and looked up, Qian Qian in the promenade was distant, only felt immortal.
The sister-in-law called hurriedly, but Rong Duanyu was steady, looking down against the railing, and at a glance he saw Huo Linfeng, who was surrounded by the crowd.
The two faced each other far away, Huo Linfeng was frightened, but the dusty woman appeared dusty, like a thousand daughters of high-minded families. When Rong Duanyu came out, he could see clearly that his eyebrows really resembled the shadow of Yuebai.
Could it be that the person is really Rong Luoyun?
Rong Duanyu sips the wine: "What song does the son want to hear?"
Huo Linfeng rushed and pushed 4,021: "Hua Kui is good at it."
The sister-in-law was busy gathering baggage, and Rong Duanyu raised her skirt to the stage, borrowing a pipa with a pimple. The sound in the middle of the building can be heard, and she stares at Hua Kui's song with a breath of breath, a plucked string, a slight movement of her lips, and the sound of nature sounds.
On the fourth floor, Rong Luoyun had a dream in the hustle and bustle, but suddenly he woke up.
He got up and opened the veil, and he got out of bed and went to the door barefoot. Recognizing Rong Duanyu's singing voice, he pushed the door into the porch, and when he leaned down, his hair fell and covered half his face.
"Zhege ... Sorrow parents ..." is singing "Zhege".
Others watched the beauty, he listened to it alone, and sang "Nanshan law", his heart was sour.
Huo Linfeng poured another cup, but I wonder why Rong Duanyu sang a song of offering. Drinking on the back of my neck, I suddenly saw the figure on the fourth floor, the moon white robe, but just picked the silver silk crown.
It's him? !!
At this time, when the song was over, there was endless praise around him, and he was dragged by the mule to praise him. "Very good ..." He perfunctoryly looked up, and there was no trace of the man at the railing.
False, real, dreamlike.
He felt stunned and asked, "When is it?"
I don't know who said, "It's almost time."
It was almost dawn, Huo Linfeng turned around and walked out, and everyone was lively behind him. He stepped out of Chaomu Tower, returned his robe, and then slowly returned to the inn.
The six-sided, six-sided Chaomu Tower gradually rubbed his shoulders.
Suddenly a cold wind came, and a plume of gray smoke fell from the sky. Clean, embroidered with a touch of goose yellow spring ginkgo leaves, sniffed, scented with a hint of barley, and a hint of milk.
Gracious Girl?
He didn't know, too lazy to guess, and took it in his arms.
The fourth floor flower window, Rong Luoyun nest on the couch and dreamed again, with arms around the window edge, the wind blowing the wide sleeves.
He pinched his index finger, which meant struggling, but he held his palms in his abdomen, struggling to become nonsense. He moved his lips to call "Du Zhong", but it was so low that he didn't make a sound, was silent, and sawed, and the two palms that were close together became very hot and wet.
Rong Luoyun tried to pull it back, but was clamped by the big palm without gaps. He made a noise: "Du Zhong, loosen."
Huo Linfeng has closed his eyes and should not ignore it. He was lying down obediently, and he didn't provoke anyone, but his surname reached out and touched him first. Not touching, veins, palm prints, five fingers, all touched, palms are not so careful.
Then he held back cooperatively. What's wrong? Besides, the water sac was plugged by him, and the covered clothes were also by him. He took a hand that hit him by himself and warmed it, but not too much?
At this moment, Rong Luoyun asked, "Du Zhong, are you asleep?"
Huo Linfeng replied: "When I fall asleep, I naturally release."
Rong Luoyun said in a gas tone, "You are overdone."
There was a low laugh in the dark, and his ears were flattering, Huo Linfeng said silently, it wasn't the first time. During the contest, he asked for drums to cheer, and the plum blossom pile was practiced to make a gamble, and today he fell into the water ... He was tight and fearless: "I'm tired, the palace owner will punish him tomorrow."
So Lai Pi called Rong Luoyun unable, and secretly coped with the countermeasures, leaning back and feeling sleepy. No, Diao Yuliang will be woken up by the noise. Since he releases when he falls asleep, it is better if he closes his eyes and falls asleep as soon as possible.
There was no side voice in the car, and a snoring sound mixed with two flavors and smooth breathing.
Lingbi Mountain towered into the clouds, and there seemed to be beasts walking at night, Lingbi soup caged the thick night, but the small waterfall was endless. It was still cold in spring, the rubble in the splint became cold, and the water sac gradually lost its temperature.
Fortunately, it didn't rain, otherwise let's not touch the palms for warmth, even the body should be entangled. When the night is over and the dawn comes, the birds and birds fight in the forest, crying for the tranquility of the night.
call!
Diao Yuliang opened her eyes sharply, panting heavily, and a row of dense sweat on her forehead ran along the horns, apparently waking up from a nightmare. He couldn't move. Rong Luoyun was on the left and Huo Linfeng was on the right. The two men's arms lay on him and buckled.
"Second Brother ..." he called sadly, "Du Zhong ..."
Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun woke up at the same time, slightly confused, and crossed Diao Yuliang to face each other. Che Yu was not very bright, all the rays of light leaked through the carved small windows. In this gloom, the two were dumb and thoughtless.
Diao Yuliang was unbearable, and his body wriggled downwards, pulling out the imprisonment inch by inch. "Hey!" He whispered, shaking his pigtails behind his head, "you strangle me too!"
Rubbing his eyes hard, his eyes suddenly opened, he wondered, "Du Zhong, why are you sleeping with your brother's hand?"
Rong Luoyun heard his head bowed, but not, his hand was still clenched by Huo Linfeng and he held it all night. Fly's eyes froze, apparently silent punishment-didn't you release when you fell asleep?
Huo Linfeng lost his ground, loosening his hands, and covering it with a light cough. The palms of the hands clinging to the night were wet, and a layer of sweat was warmed. He shifted his attention casually: "Master of the fourth house, was it cold last night?"
Diao Yuliang shook his head: "Is it cold or not?" Cross-legged, elbows elbows, and said lightly, "But nightmares are entangled, I dreamed of being caught in a black shop, the shopkeeper was so fierce, and seeing my delicate skin and tender meat, I got upset." Heart, kill me to make meatloaf. "
Rong Luoyun was not interested in listening, but the sister-in-law glared at him secretly for a moment.
"Then, I was and brought to the table." Diao Yuliang stared at Rong Yunyun, then stared at Fengfeng, his eyes looked like Xingshi interrogated. "Ten guys lifted the slate to hold me down, kept pressing, I was crushed It ’s going to be crushed alive. I woke up in shock, alas, it was you who squeezed me hard. "
Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun looked at each other silently, putting aside his face and squinting his forehead, Qi Qi toward this annoying child. Diao Yuliang Kong has a stomach, stomach, spleen and kidneys, but he is indifferent. When he sees it, he changes his mouth: "... I don't get cold thanks to the crowd. I slept well!"
After a while, like a brother in the house, spend a while before getting out of the car to move your muscles.
Huo Linfeng squatted on the shore holding a clean water surface, rolled it into a triangular bucket with large leaves, filled the water, and washed Rong Luoyun. When I got up and looked back, I saw that Diao Yuliang's fish left yesterday was surrounded by clouds.
He asked, "Where has the Lord Ninomiya gone?"
Diao Yuliang hid his mouth and just raised his face intently.
Huo Linfeng looked up at the trees, the wind blew the leaves, closed his eyes and listened to catch the blindfold. In the blink of an eye, a figure flew over in a flash, like a morning dew, almost like electricity in the rain, and jumped a tree in the blink of an eye, lighter than the flying bird.
Rong Luoyun's meritorious powers have been known to him, like a ghost, and can't help but ask: "What kind of meritorious powers does Ninomiya practice?"