Twilight Cloud Returns

The next day, the sky was slightly bright.

The old man who was playing the watch put away the gong, yawned, and walked towards home sleepily, when he saw a person lying on the ground in a trance.

The old man muttered, "Where did this drunk come from..."

He walked forward, and just about to wake up the people on the ground, it was winter soon, and it was the coldest moment.

"Little brother, wake up quickly." The old man called out twice, but the people on the ground were like dead bodies, without any response.The old man pushed it cautiously, and then a pale face with death in his eyes came into his eyes.

"Ah!" The old man was terrified, and accidentally fell to the ground. The gong tied around his waist touched the masonry, making a piercing and loud sound, echoing in the sky above Suzaku Avenue, which was desolate and strange.

Cloud Palace.

As soon as Yun Chuxiu opened his eyes, he heard Gu Xiaorui knocking on the door outside the room and said: "My lord, Master Jing Zhao Yin Zhu is here."

Except for yesterday's incident, he has never had much contact with Zhu Pei, so he must have something to do with the teahouse.

He walked lightly, for fear of disturbing Wuqing's dream, he put on his outer robe and walked out of the room.

As soon as he came to the main hall, Zhu Pei bowed respectfully and said, "Hello, little grandpa."

With a big wave of Yun Chuxiu's hand, these customary etiquettes were dispensed with, and she sat on the Grand Master's chair with a slight frown, "What's the matter?"

Ever since Zhu Pei experienced the young man's furious side, his hands covered by his cuffs trembled slightly. He secretly looked at the young man's expression, and carefully chose his words: "Old man Wu, who called the watch this morning, found him on Zhuque Street. Zheng Laojiu's body..."

Before he personally punished Zheng Laojiu, he was already dead.

He died strangely, but Zhu Pei, who is the Shaoyin of Jingzhao, chose to tell himself at the first time... Presumably he thought that he felt resentful towards Zheng Laojiu because of yesterday's teahouse incident, and he sent someone to get rid of Zheng old nine.

Yun Chuxiu couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and looked at Zhu Pei intriguingly.

Zhu Pei suddenly swallowed unnaturally. The fact that Zheng Laojiu died was too coincidental, Zhu Pei didn't dare to summon the young man to the government office for interrogation, so he had to go to the mansion himself and simply ask the young man how to deal with it.Even if there is something wrong with this case, it cannot be blamed on myself.

Zhu Pei's calculations were clever. If Liang Cai and Xue Liandao were said to be traitors, then officials like Zhu Pei could be regarded as fools. , Push if you can.

Yun Chuxiu was tired of dealing with these useless officials, and before he could reply, the imperial decree had already arrived in the mansion.

Chu Tiankuo entrusted him with full authority over this year's ritual ceremony, and now he is ordered to go to Huishan Temple to proclaim the decree.

Zhu Pei left Prince Yun's mansion dejectedly. Zheng Laojiu died, and he could have an explanation for Mr. Mo, but whether his death should be investigated...

The principal who was following on the side said distressedly: "My lord, this case..."

Zhu Pei sighed and said, "That's all, let's just say that Zheng Laojiu was drunk and passed out on the street, freezing to death in the middle of the night."

The principal opened his eyes wide, and said in disbelief: "Then Zheng Laojiu still has a bloody hole in his back, he said he died of freezing, I'm afraid it will be hard to convince everyone..."

Zhu Pei raised his eyelids lightly, and said with a sneer, "Why don't you investigate? Find out all of Zheng Laojiu's enemies and bring them to the court one by one for trial?"

No one in the capital knew that Zheng Laojiu had offended many powerful children because of his debts, none of them were easy to fool, and no one would go to court with just one official document.

Thinking of this, the principal had no choice but to say: "Your official understands."

When Wu woke up, he heard that the mansion was extremely lively.

After he got dressed, he looked at the red and swollen cheeks from the bronze mirror, but now most of them had disappeared.

This jade dew glue is indeed a priceless commodity in the market!Wuqing thought.

He pushed open the door, only to see a familiar figure standing in the courtyard, "Brother Wulu?"

Hearing the voice, Wulu turned around in surprise.Holding the heroic sword in his hand, he strode towards Wuqing in a stride, he really had the bearing of a veteran in the battlefield.

Wulu teased, "Junior Brother has become more and more lazy since he returned to vulgarity. It's already high in the sun, and Junior Brother just woke up."

If it hadn't been for knowing to harass him every night, how could he have fallen into a deep sleep until now?

The blush on Wuqing's face showed a trace of resentment towards Zhihuan, so he could only lie and say: "Tianhan, the younger brother is too lazy to move his body."

Everyone in Huishan Temple knew about Wuqing's cold illness, Wulu nodded worriedly and said: "You have been in poor health since you were young, you really should pay more attention."

Seeing that Wulu was lazy and slippery, Wu Chen couldn't help but came forward to make a point and said: "It's not like staying at Huishan Temple, staying at the benefactor's house, you should be diligent."

Wu Lu used to find reasons, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, the mansion of the young master is equivalent to that of Wuqing's brother. You and I are both brothers and sisters of Wuqing, so we can't be considered as outsiders. Naturally, it can be compared to Huishan Temple."

"You, you..." Wu Lu's "cunning and cunning" makes Wu Chen helpless, "If you are half as clever as you are in chanting scriptures on a daily basis, Master and other old people don't have to worry about it."

Wuqing tried to smooth things over, "Brothers, you don't need to stick to etiquette, there are not many rules in the mansion, Zhihuan is also an easy-going person."

He looked outside the door on tiptoe, expecting: "Where is Master?"

As soon as Master Huijue was mentioned, Wu Chen's eyebrows and eyes were tinged with sadness, "Master, he has been feeling a little sick recently, and the ceremony will be entrusted to me and Wulu."

Wulu smiled and said: "You don't have to worry too much, Junior Brother. Little Junior Brother Wushuang ignored the wind and frost a few days ago and stayed outside for a long time while on duty. As a result, he caught wind and cold and couldn't come to the capital. Now he is in the temple to accompany Master , the old man must be disturbed by the noise, and he will not be bored."

"It's just a pity that Junior Brother Wushuang has been looking forward to coming to Beijing for so long, and missed it again..."

Wuchen was a little sullen, and said: "If you didn't talk about those things about the capital all day long, it would make Wushuang think about the mundane world for no reason? Now that you have entered my Huishan Temple, you can rest and recuperate your Buddha nature."

What he said, Wulu not only made his ears callous, but also recited it backwards.Standing behind Wuchen, he synchronized his mouth with Wuchen's words, and finally raised his eyebrows confidently at Wuqing, which made Wuqing chuckle.

Looking back at Wuchen, he can see all the appearances of being busy and not obedient.With such a senior brother around, how could Wushuang turn to Buddha with peace of mind?

Wuchen was really impatient, but Wulu still said seriously: "Brother, Master has taught you to refrain from anger and anger."

Wuchen finally swallowed his angry words, what can he do with Wulu, the living treasure of Huishan Temple?

On Suzaku Street, the melodious sound of orchestral strings and bamboo strings spread to the palace.The sound of the music is ups and downs, ups and downs, the magnificence is mixed with half desolation, as if the scene of the vast desert is like a picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of you...

Wulu had never heard this kind of music before, it was rougher and louder than the sound of the pipa, and more delicate and tender than the sound of the bamboo xun.He looked out, his mind had already gone out, wondering what happened on Suzaku Street.

After all, where there are interesting facts and secrets, there will be nothing to do!

Wu Qing knew his nature, so he said: "Brother Wulu, if you have nothing to do, why don't you come with me to Zhuque Street to buy some sandalwood that the senior brothers usually use?"

Wulu happily agreed immediately, and immediately pulled Wuqing out of the mansion.

Wuchen shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "I hope Wushuang will not learn Wulu's temperament in the future..."

Suzaku Avenue was empty of thousands of people, and the common people stood on both sides of the street, craned their necks and looked in the direction of the music.

Wulu saw something strange, soon he left Wuqing behind, walked quickly, and suddenly jumped into the crowd, asking: "This benefactor, do you know what happened?"

The strong man turned his head to look at him, and when he saw that it was a monk, he couldn't help but wondered: "Is it so good for you monks?"

Wulu smiled and said, "It's purely the monk's preference."

The woman with the vegetable basket on the side replied: "I heard that the saint of the Huns is coming to Beijing... It is said that the saint has icy muscles and bones, and is naturally beautiful. I want to come and see what this Hun girl looks like." !"

There was a hint of bitterness in her words, as if she had a lot of resentment towards the beautiful woman.

The strong man snorted and said dissatisfiedly: "Ignorant woman. That's a holy woman. She is offering it to the Son of Heaven. How can she look so innocent?"

What a coincidence, on the first day I came to the capital, I caught up with the grand scene of the Xiongnu saint entering the capital!Wulu rubbed his hands together, anticipating excitedly from the bottom of his heart, he must tell Wushuang to listen to him when he goes back!

From far to near, the music gradually became deafening.

The gate of the city opened slowly, and a group of musicians dressed as barbarians were at the forefront, and the exciting sound of wind music was played by Yatok and huqin in their arms.

More than a dozen bearded women didn't feel the cold in the capital city where winter was about to enter. They walked barefoot on the stone slabs, dancing along the way with their waists and limbs twisting to the cheerful tune of Song Wanzhao.

There is no thread on the slender waist, and the arms as smooth as white lotus root are covered with golden armbands. With the dancing, there is a crisp and melodious sound, which subtly blends with the music, adding a touch of exotic charm.

The men were all stunned and said: "This Hun girl is so tender that she can pinch water..."

"Didn't the storyteller say that the Xiongnu woman has big arms and round waist, like a man, and I see that she is more graceful than our Central Plains women..."

The woman gave a "bah", "Humei!"

Behind the musicians was a chariot carried by ten people, with silk curtains on it, so that the appearance of the saint could not be seen clearly.

Musicians alone are so captivating.At this time, everyone was looking forward to the saintess being able to lift the curtain and let them have a glimpse of her beauty.

Su and Cha'er, who were sitting on the carriage, seemed to feel the hearts of the crowd. Fingers like jade onions stretched out from the curtain, raised a corner, glanced arrogantly and coldly at the people on both sides, and then put down the curtain.

With just one glance, all sentient beings are captivated.

She even has a more gorgeous appearance than the rumors.

Immediately afterwards, the flow of people was uncontrollable, and they rushed forward in a swarm, trying to get closer to the saint.

The strong man behind the woman seemed to be crazy, and rushed forward recklessly, overturning the woman's vegetable basket, and the woman was so angry that she insulted the saint: "Vulgar! It's all vixen!"

But Wuqing was only looking for Senior Brother Wulu, and lost his way when he was hit by the suddenly crowded crowd.

"Senior Brother Wulu! Senior Brother Wulu!" He shouted anxiously.Brother Wulu didn't live long in the capital, so he wasn't very familiar with him, so what if something happened to him?

However, all the people on the street wanted to see the saint, and they were about to be hit on the head by a man when they saw nothing clearly, and suddenly fell into a strange but protective embrace...