Twilight Cloud Returns

No wonder the little prince is not as happy today as he was yesterday.

It turned out to be his mother's taboo.

Wuqing recalled the dejected look of the little prince. He actually just wanted to be accompanied by others, but he didn't realize it.

Wuqing ran all the way out of the wing room, but he only knew the way to Fahua Hall, so he could only go here, so he simply sat on the futon and prayed sincerely.

Wulu followed behind panting, "I said, senior brother, senior brother has an old bone, you are jumping like a wild cat... You are not usually weak, how come you have been out for two days, and your bones are still good?"

Wulu wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, this is the most intelligent disciple of their Huishan Temple, the future incense of the entire Huishan Temple will be tied to him, there must be no mistake.

Wulu had no choice but to follow and sit on another futon.

He heard clearly the scripture recited in Wuqing's mouth, which was "The Infinite Buddhist Sutra".

Wulu suddenly thought of what he said just now that today is the birthday of Concubine Yun Gui, this silly junior brother is really pure and good-natured, he doesn't see any suffering, he came here specially to save the dead.

Wulu also accompanied Wuqing to do the things of accumulating good deeds and blessings.

In the Fahua Hall, the two chanted Sanskrit in a low voice, and did what the living could do for Concubine Yun Gui.

Yun Chuxiu sat on the threshold in front of the hall, and there were countless wine jars piled up at his feet.

Gu Xiaorui tidied up, "Little prince, don't drink it... If you are like this, the late emperor and empress will be sad when they are alive..."

Yun Chuxiu sneered, "When a person drinks tea, he is utterly dead, even if he is alive in the sky, he is also a target to shake the world."

Gu Xiaorui sat on the threshold with the little prince, always feeling that his little prince was too pessimistic, "The living should think about it."

The living is thinking, thinking about his life.

Yun Chuxiu looked down at the still painful wound, and forcibly suppressed the vague anger and resentment between her brows.

When I was young, Yulan Pavilion was the busiest place.

His father accompanied him to practice calligraphy and taught him martial arts, while his mother and concubine would play the piano beside him, and there was still a fragrant magnolia cake on the table, which swayed in the wind.

But now, only the dilapidated Yulan was with him.

He will never forget who forced his mother to death.

Yun Chuxiu's eyes were reddish, he threw the wine jar aside vigorously, his hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

He was able to get up, and Gu Xiaorui also got up, "Little prince, where are you going?"

"Don't follow."

After Yun Chuxiu said those words, she staggered out of the Yulan Pavilion.

Gu Xiaorui knows his master's temper, and no one can disobey his orders.But Gu Xiaorui was afraid that this black light would be out of control, and if another little prince of his family knocked and fell, it would be heard by the queen mother, and the queen mother who always loved the little prince had to peel herself off!

He hurriedly took a palace lantern and handed it to the young prince, and said with a wry smile: "Young one will not follow. You, young prince, turn on the lamp yourself, so don't bump into it."

The palace lantern that Yun Chuxiu is carrying is the one that Gu Xiaorui sent Wuqing back to.

He looked at the cat in the arms of the lady in the painting, and subconsciously thought of Wuqing.

And the palace lanterns seem to understand human nature, guiding Yun Chuxiu to the Fahua Palace.

The candles in the hall are brightly lit, and there are bursts of low-pitched Sanskrit sounds from Yun Chuxiu.

Wulu couldn't hold it anymore, while chanting, his body involuntarily fell towards Wuqing, his head hit his thin shoulder, and the protruding bone directly woke him up.

He opened his eyes slightly, and found that Junior Brother Wuqing was like a night owl, not at all sleepy at all.

Wulu's mind also came up - he couldn't make contributions to Da Zhou, and if he couldn't complete Chao Du's own job, he would be sorry for his clothes.

While the two were chanting scriptures devoutly, a familiar voice suddenly appeared behind Wuqing: "It's late at night, why are you still here? It's cold at night, don't you know?"

The last sentence was obviously mixed with some displeasure.

Wuqing turned her head, and it really was the little prince standing in the hall with a low face.

"My lord, why do you..."

The clever Wulu turned his head around, and deduced from the prince in Wuqing's mouth that the one in front of him was the little prince Yun he had been talking about all day.

It's over, this is really what you read.

Wulu didn't know the relationship between Wuqing and the young prince, so he hurriedly dragged his silly junior brother to salute the young prince.

He heard that the little prince seemed upset, and immediately explained: "Little monk Wulu and Wuqing junior brother heard that today is a taboo for Concubine Yun Gui, so they specially recite sutras here, and hope that Concubine Yun Gui can escape from the sea of ​​suffering and live in bliss."

Yun Chuxiu was a little choked up, her voice was a little hoarse, "You... stay up so late because of my concubine mother..."

Wuqing clasped his hands together, "Praying for the dead is the duty of monks and other Buddhist disciples."

"Yes, yes, the little monk's junior brother Wuqing is kind-hearted. If the animals in Huishan Temple die outside the temple, the junior brother will stop and save them when he sees them..."

"Enough." Yun Chuxiu suddenly interrupted Wulu.

Wu Lu was so frightened that he hurriedly shut his mouth. As expected, what Senior Brother Wu Chen said was right, so as not to contaminate the members of the royal family.

This moody, it makes people puzzled.

Yun Chuxiu said to Wulu, "Go back first."

"But the little monk's younger brother..."

First came Liang Deying, and now this Wulu, why are everyone afraid that he will eat this little monk?

Stared at by Yun Chuxiu's starry eyes, Wulu didn't dare to say a word, picked up his clothes, and quickly ran back to the wing room, thinking in his heart: Brother Wuqing, it's not that brother doesn't want you.You block for a while, wait for senior brother to bring senior brother Wuchen to rescue you...

Wuqing saw that he had frightened senior brother Wulu away, then turned around and sat on the futon.

Yun Chuxiu took advantage of the situation and sat aside, "Why do you want to pray for this king's mother and concubine?"

"The little monk's senior brother Wulu just talked about it."

Yun Chuxiu didn't believe in Wulu's rhetoric, this young monk clearly had his own in his heart and didn't admit it.

The corners of his lips raised unconsciously, but he didn't dare to act recklessly in front of the Buddha.

Like a believer, Yun Chuxiu sat down devoutly and listened to Wuqing recite word by word.

It's not that he hasn't heard monks chanting scriptures, and every time he wants to fall asleep boringly.His mother would always pinch him awake as a child to keep him from being rude.

However, reading this boring scripture from the mouth of the little monk is like the sound of the stream flowing in the mountain stream, which makes people feel calm.

Most of the boredom and resentment in Yun Chuxiu's heart disappeared immediately.

Wulu summoned Wuchen, ready to save his junior from the fire and water, but he saw such a harmonious scene.

Wuchen shook his head helplessly, "That's all, it's a good thing to save all sentient beings, Wulu, you should go back and rest earlier."

Wuqing's recitation took most of the night.

The two walked out of Fahua Hall, and Yun Chuxiu sent him back to the wing.

On the way, Wuqing couldn't help but said: "My lord, you are still injured, it's better to drink less."

Yun Chuxiu's heart was soaring now, he stopped, and specially raised the palace lantern to Wuqing's face, and joked for a moment: "Let me see what kind of expression you have when you feel sorry for me. When I go back, I will let the palace painter Copy it, and when I don't see it for half a day, it will make me see the painting and think about others."

Wuqing's originally rosy face was stained with anger for an instant, but when he thought that today was his mother's taboo, he let him go.

But only this time, not the next time.

The airless appearance is very much like a domestic cat that is furious because it is repeatedly teased by its owner.

Yun Chuxiu couldn't help pinching his cheek, a charming smile appeared on his handsome face, "Thank you today, little monk."

He put down the palace lantern and continued to send Wuqing back.

Under the cover of the night, Wuqing only felt that the cheeks caressed by the slender fingers of the little prince were hot, and even his body seemed to be ignited by fire.

"arrive."

"Ah?" Wuqing snapped back to his senses, he had already arrived in front of the wing room, and he felt that the road was very short.

"Thank you, my lord." Wuqing said, jumping faster than a cat, sneaked into the room, closed the door and put the latch, leaned back on the door, his heart was like a naughty rabbit outside Huishan Temple, jumping up and down.

Wuqing picked up the tea that Wulu had brewed on the table before, regardless of whether it was hot or cold, and drank a big cup, only to feel a little relieved.

Yun Chuxiu outside the door hummed a Jiangnan tune in a pleasant mood, and walked towards the Yulan Pavilion.

Wulu was already sleepy, but was awakened by Wuqing's loud drinking sound.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Junior brother... the water is cold, wait for me to heat the pot before you drink it..."

"Thank you, brother, the water temperature is just right, brother, let's rest soon."

Without giving Wulu a chance to respond, Wuqing blew out the candle first, and then lay down in the quilt.

The sky is big, the sleep is the biggest.

Wulu covered himself with a quilt, and soon he was snoring loudly.

But Wuqing couldn't fall asleep, until now, the feeling of the little prince touching his face with his fingers is still clear.

I don't know how long he tossed and turned, as if when the cock crowed, Wuqing felt sleepy.

The next day, Wulu saw that Wuqing's eyes were dark, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, brother, you know that I like to snore, brother. Next time, if brother's snoring disturbs your sleep again, you can wake me up." .”

Wuqing couldn't fall asleep because of Wulu's snoring?

But he couldn't tell the reason, so he had to agree.

On February 22, the ritual ceremony of praying for everyone in the palace will arrive.

On this day, everyone who was related to the royal family came to the palace, naturally including Rong Xiang, Rong Changkun and Zhao Dayong.

Zhao Darong's two arms are still struggling to hold chopsticks when eating!

After he returned home, he used all his connections to investigate the person who claimed to be "Yun Zhi Huan" that day, but found nothing.

When Zhao Darong saw his cousin Rong Changkun, he couldn't move his arms along with his legs, and only his upper body swayed rhythmically with his steps, like a drake walking, and ran towards Rong Changkun.

After all, he is his cousin, Rong Changkun suppressed his smile, "Cousin, how...how did you become like this?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Zhao Darong became furious, and he spat, "Don't mention it, cousin, you have to avenge me."

The second generation ancestor No. [-] meets the second generation ancestor No. [-], and the two can find out things even if they have nothing to do, disturbing everyone's peace.

Rong Changkun patted Zhao Darong on the shoulder, and the latter yelled.

"I'm sorry, cousin, my cousin's hands are heavy..." He patted his chest, "Who is bullying you again, just report your name, see if my cousin doesn't ruin his whole family!"

Zhao Darong straightened his back, "Cousin, do you know a bastard named Yun Zhihuan?"