Twilight Cloud Returns

"Yun... Zhi Huan..." Rong Changkun had obviously never heard of this name.

Seeing my cousin, I don't know, Zhao Darong is really puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, "Could it be that Zhu Zi deceived me?"

He clenched his fists in resentment, and said viciously: "If my cousin finds out about Yun Zhihuan in the future, remember to tell my cousin. It was this ignorant guy who broke my two arms."

"I will cut him to pieces!"

Rong Changkun naturally agreed, and none of the people who dared to touch their Rong family could climb out of the capital alive.

Seeing that the two were still chatting, Rong Pingju urged from behind: "Kun'er, don't stay here with Rong'er any longer. Being late for the ceremony will be punished by His Majesty."

At this time, Wuchen happened to pass by with a group of juniors.

Wuqing walked at the end, and his outstanding profile suddenly caught the attention of the lustful Zhao Dayong.

Last time at the Lantern Festival, he was taught a lesson by the so-called Yun Zhi, telling him to embarrass himself in the circle of young masters in the capital.

What about monks?

Didn't Xiao Keren call himself a little monk that night?

Zhao Darong rolled his eyes, thinking that Yun Zhi could still play—playing pilgrims and young monks, it was exciting just thinking about it.

Seeing that Zhao Darong was still hesitating on the spot, Rong Changkun forgot his injury and directly grabbed his arm.

Zhao Darong wailed on the spot, "Cousin...cousin...my arm..."

His miserable cry was heard by Wuqing who had just walked not far away. The latter glanced back, and immediately recognized Rong Changkun, who wanted to take him away in the Xunfeng Pavilion, and Zhao Darong, who bullied him at the Lantern Festival. .

Wuqing never expected to meet two people in the palace.

How can this be good?

In case of being recognized by these two people, not only the young prince will not be able to tell clearly, but the century-old reputation of Huishan Temple will also be destroyed.

Wuqing quickened his pace, determined to avoid these two people far away.

Rong Changkun felt someone's gaze, and when he raised his head, he also caught a glimpse of Wuqing, but it was only from his back.He felt a little familiar.

Rong Pingju sighed helplessly when he saw the two of them dawdling like this.

His son and nephew were all spoiled by his wife - nothing could be done, and at this moment, he still couldn't figure out the priority of the matter.

Amidst his scolding, the three of them walked towards the altar.

The altar had long been swept clean by the court ladies, and Buddhist instruments and offerings were placed there.

Futons of different sizes are placed on both sides of the court according to their rank, and the one in the middle is used by the emperor.

The royal children and relatives all took their seats one after another.

Wuchen and others waited in the hall for the auspicious time.

Wuqing saw that the three of Rong Changkun also came, and after a while, he would go up to pray with Senior Brother Wuchen, and he would definitely be recognized.

He froze in place.

Wulu was also a little nervous, after all, this was the first time he had acted in front of so many princes and nobles.

When he was nervous, he talked a lot, holding Wuqing to talk about the endless rumors in the palace to ease his emotions.

While speaking, Chu Mohen walked towards the altar.

Everyone stood up and saluted respectfully, "Prince Mo is well."

Wulu heard about this person's deeds, he shook Wuqing's arm excitedly, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, let me tell you, this person called Lord Mo is the youngest and only surviving brother of the late Emperor. It’s almost the same as Little Prince Yun.”

Wuqing didn't want to care about the right and wrong of the front court and the harem, but he had to be held back by Senior Brother Wulu.

"Prince Mo is someone I admire, senior brother. His mother and concubine were not of noble birth, and they were only nobles until their death." Wu Lu sighed as he said.

"It stands to reason that without the support of his mother's family, Prince Mo can at most be a royal family member who eats a salary and is happy. But Prince Mo is kind-hearted, generously generous, and takes good care of poor students. There is no unfairness, There is no figure of Prince Mo."

Wulu's gaze was full of admiration for Chu Mohen, "The folks bestowed the good title of Mo Wang Ye Mo Xian Wang."

It sounds like Prince Mo is indeed a kind person.

Looking outside the palace of the Wu Qing Dynasty, Chu Mohen is wearing a crimson purple official uniform, with a pattern of a nine-clawed python embroidered with gold silk breaking through the sky and soaring upwards, which is really a royal aura.

Chu Mohen returned the salute humbly, which happened to allow Wuqing to see his appearance clearly - the exquisite facial features were inlaid on the sharp-edged face, and the gentle smile hung on his face just right.Every gesture exudes a gentle temperament, worthy of the reputation of a modest gentleman.

While staring Wuqing, Yun Chuxiu appeared out of nowhere, her tall body blocked his sight.

He leaned against the door frame and clicked his tongue, his unruly tone mixed with imperceptible anger, "Little monk, why have you been staring at my little uncle?"

Wuqing was taken aback by his sudden appearance, as if he had done something wrong, he lowered his head and argued, "The monk didn't stare at Prince Mo."

As soon as "Prince Mo" came out, Yun Chuxiu became even more angry, "You even know the title of Little Huangshu so soon?"

Seeing the arrival of the young prince Yun, Wu Lu was displeased again, and spoke carefully for his junior brother: "It was the young monk who told him about it..."

Yun Chuxiu glared at him, and ordered: "From now on, except for this king, you are not allowed to mention other members of the royal family to him."

Wulu didn't know what kind of evil fire this unrestrained little prince was sending out, so he could only reply humbly: "Yes, I understand."

Just as Wuqing was about to tell him that Rong Changkun and Zhao Darong were there, Yun Chuxiu seemed to be able to see through his thoughts at a glance, and after saying "Don't worry, I'm here for everything", she turned and left.

Yun Chuxiu walked to the altar in stride, didn't salute properly, and greeted in a stern manner, "Hello, little emperor uncle!"

Chu Mohen frowned, and admonished in a low voice: "If you know how to return it, don't be presumptuous in the ceremony."

Yun Chuxiu has always ignored such superficial admonitions, he turned around and hooked Rong Pingju's shoulder, "Xiang Rong."

Rong Pingju was so frightened that he hurriedly bowed, "The old minister will never be able to take care of the young prince."

"I can afford it. Prime Minister Rong is the pillar of the country, the minister of the emperor's shoulders." Yun Chuxiu looked over Rong Pingju's shoulder and landed on Rong Changkun, "Young Master Rong, this king is right right?"

Rong Changkun had always been at odds with him, so he snorted and turned his head away.

Of course Yun Chuxiu is right. Apart from having a royal status, what else would he have?

His own father had devoted himself to the previous dynasty, how could he compare to him?

Seeing Yun Chuxiu talking to his cousin, Zhao Darong recognized him at a glance, bumped Rong Changkun with his upper body, and was so angry that he said incoherently: "Cousin, it's him! Yun Zhihuan!"

Yun Chuxiu swaggered down and looked at Zhao Darong provocatively.

Rong Pingju didn't know the entanglement between the two, so he scolded: "Rong'er, the grand ceremony will start soon, don't mess around!"

Only now did Rong Changkun know that Yun Chuxiu was Yun Zhihuan, no wonder his cousin couldn't find out.

With the combination of new and old grudges, Rong Changkun will definitely be ashamed.

Zhao Darong was a little apprehensive at first when he knew that Yunzhi was still the most favored little prince in the dynasty.He is used to showing off his might, but he has never provoked the royal family.

But the jokes were seen by the people in the whole capital, and the words were released. He, Zhao Darong, had to bear to the end whatever he said.

Inside the hall.

Wearing the glittering cassock of Abbot Master Huijue, Wuchen came out from behind with a Zen stick.

Wulu couldn't help admiring: "It's true that people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles. Brother, your body is not inferior to the princes and nobles outside."

"Don't be busy, don't be rude."

Wu Qing felt that Senior Brother Wu Chen had the demeanor of an abbot.

Accompanied by Liang Deying's sharp voice, "The emperor is here." Chu Tiankuo and the queen mother finally appeared at the altar.

Everyone, including the monks in the hall, knelt down to greet him.

"Your Majesty Wanan, Queen Mother Wanan."

Wuqing peeked at Chu Tiankuo, but unexpectedly, he was also handsome and about the same age as the young prince.

"All the gentlemen are flat."

The arrival of the emperor and the queen mother heralded that the grand ceremony would begin soon.

Everyone sit up.

The auspicious time had come, Wuqing followed Wuchen, walked out of the hall slowly, and completed a series of prayer rituals.

When Zhao Darong saw Wuqing, he was dumbfounded in surprise.

The appearance of this little monk is almost the same as the man he molested on the lantern that night.

Zhao Darong couldn't help but rubbed his eyes, for fear that his eyes would be dazzled.

Seeing his cousin's abnormal behavior, Rong Changkun also raised his head and looked towards the center curiously.

Wasn't the monk standing on one side chanting sutras the same day he was in the Xunfeng Pavilion...

Now everything is explained.

His servants were not wrong—Yun Chuxiu was clearly forcing her into prostitution, and the old bustard of Xunfeng Pavilion gave false testimony.And the monks with unclean bodies actually came to participate in the ceremony and insult the royal family.

A smug smirk floated on the corner of Rong Changkun's lips.

The prince broke the law with the same crime as the common people.

Today is the day of Yun Chuxiu's death.

He bowed his head and whispered to Zhao Darong, and briefly recounted what he had seen and heard in the Xunfeng Pavilion a few days ago, "Cousin, I have found a way to punish the little prince, just wait and see the good show."

The two continued to pray triumphantly.

At this moment, Wuqing was extremely nervous, he always felt several eyes watching from behind, he even forgot the step of going forward to deliver the scriptures, but Senior Brother Wuchen reminded him in a low voice.

The unbearable ritual ceremony is finally over.

Chu Tiankuo set up a vegetarian restaurant in Jianzhang Palace to entertain the royal family.

Yun Chuxiu's seat is on the second left, facing Rong, and Chu Mohen is in front.After Rong Xiang came Rong Changkun and Zhao Darong, but they were not seen.

The queen mother asked with concern: "Brother, where has Ai's nephew gone?"

Rong Xiang stood up in awe and replied: "Responding to what the Empress Dowager said, the dog is naughty, maybe it was because he was playing in the palace and lost time, so I will send someone to look for it."

Seeing that the two were not there, Yun Chuxiu suddenly shrank her eyes, and a hint of ominous premonition welled up between her brows.

The queen mother waved her hand and said kindly: "Young people, you shouldn't stick to these things, just let them go. It's just that Kun'er is not young anymore, and there is no considerate person to take care of her. The Ai family is really worried."

Yun Chuxiu has always been used to being bold and reckless, and he "rebuked" the Queen Mother on the spot: "Queen Mother, you will not forget to remind your nephew after you have finished urging my son. According to my son, the emperor's brother should be the number one in the world in your palace." Matchmaker's Plaque."

The queen mother was not annoyed, but was amused by the slapstick little prince, "Okay, okay, just don't rush me."

"My son, go out and sober up."

He pretended to be drunk, took a feather fan, and was supported by Gu Xiaorui out of Jianzhang Palace.

The queen mother sighed and said to herself: "The Ai family still remembers that it was Sister Yun's death yesterday, and I'm afraid that the child was too sad to get drunk. It's because the Ai family didn't take good care of him for Sister Yun..."

The word "birth taboo" really poked Yun Chuxiu's heart.

He gritted his teeth tightly, forcefully suppressing the hatred in the deepest part of his heart...

Wuchen and others went back to Fahua Hall for dinner.

They had to continue chanting sutras in the afternoon, and Wu Chen was traveling quickly, so he went back first to change out the cassocks.

On the way, an unfamiliar boy blocked the way of the others.

"Hi masters, Young Master Yun would like to invite Master Wuqing to give a lecture."