Riling Up The Jianghu

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This is an anti-theft chapter. It will be restored after 36 hours if the subscription is insufficient. Ji Rongluoyun asked: "If I stayed at Chaomu Tower overnight, wouldn't it be a night for you?"

Huo Linfeng replied: "That's fine, but I'm just worried that the host of the palace stays out overnight, and if the legs and feet are beaten, no one will pinch."

Bi-colored landscapes, curtain curtain carriages, wet skin and tight sleep ... Rong Luoyun recalled yesterday's sights, his heart was hot, but he wanted to be cold-eyed and flying needles: "I live alone here and there is no one, there is no difference."

Huo Linfeng seems to be waiting for this sentence: "If you rub it before going to bed, you will not have any muscles."

The sky was soaked in ink, and Rong Luoyun'an sat on a futon under his eaves and stood on his legs, like a disciple taught in a school. Huo Linfeng squatted outside, facing each other, in the same posture as when bandaging.

Rong Luoyun pretends to be a restraint, covering the slightly tense heart under this skin, then the corner of the robe is pinched by a large hand, and it is gently lifted to hold his ankle.

Huo Linfeng took off the white shoes, took off the socks, and rolled up two soft trouser legs. Bare feet are thin and narrow in the palms, but the toes are round and the calves are slender and slender, while the ankles and knees are obviously pink.

He asked, "Is it cold?" The other person shook his head to deny, but his toes curled slightly.

The palms move upwards from the ankles, the thick cocoons are rough, itching but slightly painful, rubbing until the legs stop and knead. The five fingers spread apart to add strength. He reddened Rong Luoyun's legs and heated them up, making that foot unknowingly step on his knee, as if he pleased his surrender.

"Du Zhong." Rong Luoyun called him.

He said "um" without raising his eyes.

Rong Luoyun said, "Lighter." It was enough, and stopped, these pretentious rhetoric piled up in his throat, groaning inexplicably. He had never seen anything like this, and he loved the hot pain that his palm gave him, numb, and ran straight along the meridian bones to his heart.

He couldn't even sit still, holding his hands on the ground, leaning back, his jade crown crumbling. Suddenly, Huo Linfeng's big hand covered his stomach and he rubbed it hard again. Lost his soul and lost his soul, he lay his elbow softly on the ground.

When Huo Linfeng saw this for a moment, he couldn't help laughing.

Rong Luoyun was gazing at the beams of the house, seeing the dirt cricket at the bottom of the nest, and when the figure flashed, he saw Huo Linfeng again. Huo Linfeng leaned over him and gave his hand.

He stayed away, his cheeks against the floor, and he shivered. Without that hand, he climbed sideways and retreated into the hall with bare legs and feet. "Well done, it's nothing for you." Crossing the river to dismantle the bridge, unloading and killing the donkey is his virtue at this moment.

Huo Linfeng said, "Then I will help you pour the fish into the flower pot and leave."

The wooden barrel was small, and several fish snails were bumping again, and they could no longer swim. Rong Luoyun looked around and said shamelessly, "I don't have a tank."

Huo Linfeng laughed: "I'm going to pick up my brother tomorrow. Should I go to Fangji?"

Rong Luoyun thought for a moment: "It's just a cylinder, you buy it for me."

Huo Linfeng said: "Yeah." Looking down and rolling down the cuffs, he rolled up and said, "Then I will do what I want, find a picture of the boudoir, the fairy skirt ring, the pepper milk jade hill, must be the palace master must like "” When he rolled up, he looked up. The lights in the hall were dim, and Rong Luoyun asked him to flush with pain.

So he asked again, "Would you like to hang out?"

Rong Luoyun nodded his head frankly, unwilling, like driving a duck to the shelves. Huo Linfeng smiled and retreated, turning around and wearing the stars and wearing a moon, his clothes fluttered and scattered all the way.

As soon as people walked away, Anonymous was suddenly silent.

The world is quiet, the world is quiet.

Rong Luoyun entered the bedroom, undressed and went to bed, twisted his body and looked at the calf. It was red, and all the fingerprints were mottled. The touch of the probe was very hot, and the ghost sent the face to touch, and it was very hot.

No wonder his cheek was so cold when he pressed it against the floor that his face was too hot.

Rong Luoyun lay down on the ground, smashing the bed out of the pit, covering the brocade quilt, crouching into a meniscus, groaning inexplicably and inexplicably in the dark: "——Du, Zhong. "

The Eucommia ulmoides has reached Qianjitang, and it was relieved to turn into Zhuyuan.

The old bamboo ladder in the building was old and squeaked as soon as he stepped on the steps. On the second floor, Huo Linfeng pierced into the bedroom. He lay down together, resting his arms behind his head, relaxing his body inch by inch.

Thrilling tonight, if it weren't for his ears, he would be caught by Rong Luoyun. In order to cover up, I also said some sour words of care, and in order to be realistic, I squatted under the eaves and rubbed his legs.

Huo Linfeng squeezed his brow. What he did was to conceal or please, but it was not sincere. However, when he was doing it practically ... he was unwilling, reluctant, and even made fun of his words.

Tangled for a long time, he hit the bed with a punch.

With your eyes closed, all the important points emerged in the head, and the dovetail note read the small print-Tiger is waiting to be cured.

Tiger, which means that he is Huo Linfeng, and the disease has not healed, which is the same as what he passed to the court. The extraordinary palace really has news with Chang'an, is it collusion, or is it secretly doing minions? He raised his hand and pulled down the tent, and came to Japan to make a decision.

One night passed, the unnamed ginkgo tree condensed with a layer of dew, and the tile gray pigeons flew out of the dovecote and closed their wings in the window under the porch. There was a hand on the edge of the bed in the room, the long forefinger was raised slightly, the pigeons flew and grabbed, and a pair of bean eyes slipped around.

Rong Luoyun took off the note, and after reading it for a while, it was no wonder that Huo Linfeng hadn't shown up yet. It turned out that the tiger went into Jiangnan and became a sick cat.

He got out of bed and changed his clothes, dressed in a narrow sleeved suit, and tied his hair high behind his head. He was so refreshed that he was about to go out but saw the pigeons didn't return to the cage.

He was confused: "Fly back to work hard all night, eat and eat."

The pigeon jumped and did not leave. Rong Luoyun hurried to go out, opened his mouth and squinted a cat meowing: "—Meow!" The pigeon thought that the natural enemy was coming to catch it, and flew away with a wing.

After the third door, Huo Linfeng had arrived, and he was holding the steamed cake just made by the house. After eating the second one, my eyes and the distance were a little stunned. A hundred steps away, Rong Luoyun was riding a small donkey, approaching slowly, and the horse tail swinging behind his head.

Faintly, still humming Xiaoquer.

When the other party was close to him, Huo Linfeng was overwhelmed: "Gongzhu, early." Look at the donkey's face, and then look at Rong Luoyun, "useless rice, do you want to eat steamed cake?"

Rong Luoyun nodded, he understood what was ridiculous, but Fang Ji was crowded, so Malaysia had to ride a donkey. Huo Linfeng laughed, holding the oil paper and asking, "Are you vegetarian or vegetarian?"

Rong Luoyun said, "Eat all."

Huo Linfeng simply offered: "That's all for you, I'm pulling the donkey."

The two went out of the palace. On the early sunny day, the shadows were faint. One only looked down to eat bread. Fortunately, the other took the donkey to walk very stably.

Arriving at the Fangji in the west of the city, the crowd was dense and dazzling, and Rongyun walked and watched the flowers. The donkey and Huo Linfeng walked side by side, chatting and walking, and stopped by a stall.

The hawker is an old lady, and the stall is not big, but it is some manual work, such as silk scarf, silk reel, and embroidered shoes. Rong Luoyun's finger embroidery fan, suggested: "You can buy one for your sweetheart."

Huo Linfeng pondered, his sweetheart ... Which one? Rong Luoyun said to himself: "I found out yesterday that Bao Luo always keeps her face covered, so you will be able to please her by sending a fan."

Huo Linfeng suddenly realized that the secret way was really effective, and Rong Luyun actually made suggestions like friends. "Teacher Xie Gong." He bowed his head and looked at the fan, but he was picking weapons. These things looked the same. He couldn't help asking: "President, which do you like?"

Rong Luoyun Zhiwu: "The yellow one."

Huo Linfeng pulled out the plain white fan face with a silk fan handle and embroidered a ginkgo tree. The old man said, "This handle is more expensive. It takes time to embroider on both sides." Looking over, the goose-yellow fan on the back embroidered a white magnolia.

Two big men, one happy magnolia white flower, one happy ginkgo yellow leaf, all moved in unison towards this fan. Huo Linfeng bought it, packed it in a donkey's back hanging bag, and continued to walk forward.

Passing through the tea house, the entertainer shot a case, and the story of emotions flowed down the street. When Huo Linfeng heard it, how so familiar? Taking a closer look, the man on the stage wrapped in a blue robe was actually Du Fu.

He stopped, what the **** was doing? !!

It is really impossible to blame Du Yan, as soon as the master enters the palace goalkeeper to forget him, he has to find something to do. Telling stories and saving effort, he casually talked about the north anecdotes, which made the audience happy and rewarded more.

Rong Luoyun asked, "Do you know?"

Huo Linfeng lost his face: "My brother ..."

They went in and drank tea, seated against the window, and Rong Luoyun stared at Du Yan. With thin shoulders, slender eyes, and lack of gas in the mouth, he is an ordinary person who does not practice martial arts. He watched Huo Linfeng again, and the other side was so angry that Dan Dantian was as stable as pine, and he was not handsome from bone to skin.

"Your brother doesn't look like you," he said. "It looks like a father and a mother."

Huo Linfeng covered his guilty conscience and filled the tea for Rong Luoyun. Coinciding with Du Yi's shooting, the story tells about the ups and downs, and the tea customers around are crying. Listen carefully and tell that it is a deep door to the north. Xiaoyi and Yayi have set their lives for life.

One cried, "The young girl left the house to join the army, and the young girl is going to marry another woman."

Du Yanpao wiped her tears, Xiaoyi joined the army, and the girl-in-law was looking forward to her return. However, it was unsatisfactory. The young master took the girl-in-law and waited for seven years. Xiaoxi returned to the general.

Huo Lin risks some hot tea. What is this nerd doing? Turning his face, he saw that Rong Luoyun supported his chin, and looked very serious. After the story was finished, he followed by a long sigh.

With applause and thunder, Du Yan held the small bowl to be rewarded and walked around the window. Master! Seeing Huo Linfeng, he immediately stored water in his eyes, and glanced at Rong Luoyun, so he turned back his tears.

Huo Linfeng gritted his teeth: "Brother."

Du Yan shuddered: "... brother."

Rong Luoyun watched the "brotherhood deep", and after clearing his tongue, he remembered that the flower pot had not been bought, so he set aside the tea money and left. Huo Linfeng hugged his elbow and followed, Du Xun pulled the donkey, and the three strolled down the street.

Stopping in front of a stall, Rong Luoyun Wu made his choice, and the master and servant waited. Du Yan whispered: "Master, why do you want to accompany you as a big disciple?"

Huo Linfeng said, "Should I pinch my shoulders?"

Du Xuan was so distressed that Huo Linfeng was too lazy to come forward and accompanied Rong Yunyun to choose.

A dozen or so pottery pots stood by, and Rong Yun wanted to buy plain noodles without flowers, but the plain noodles were too big. As he struggled, Huo Linfeng walked beside him and said lightly, "What a big deal, just catch you a few more fish."

Rong Luoyun nodded, looking like he was being persuaded. Take off the purse to pay, said time and time soon, hit someone to **** the purse and run away.

"Du Zhong!" He blurted out ... just like a child complaining.

Huo Linfeng said: "Wait."

Bustling, Rong Luoyun's independent spring breeze, his eyes followed but kept on.

Huo Linfeng said: "Go to sleep on the couch, you don't have to stay so close."

Du Xun's bones rose, rubbing his eyes, reaching out to change clothes for Huo Linfeng. He sniffed the tip of his nose and sniffed again, "Master, you smell so sweet, you smell like a girl."