Twilight Cloud Returns

The bright red color of the setting sun dyed half of the sky, just like the setting sun on the vast yellow sand on the day when the two left the Huns.

Wu hurriedly dismounted, trotted into the palace, and bumped into Gu Xiaorui.

Gu Xiaorui hurriedly helped Wuqing who was in a panic, and said: "Where has the young master been these few days, the little one is in a hurry!"

On the day when the first emperor passed away, Gu Xiaorui was startled by the sight of the silver-clad palace as soon as he opened his eyes, but what made him more anxious than the emperor's death was the disappearance of Young Master Qing.Gu Xiaorui turned the Yulan Pavilion upside down, and he didn't even see a hair of the young master's hair!

What made him even more astonished was that his little prince was very indifferent to the disappearance of Mr. Qing, as if all the good times had disappeared, he was a dispensable person, but he said lightly, "" Let him go."

Even though Gu Xiaorui was afraid that something would happen to the young master, he didn't dare to send someone to look for him without the order of the young prince, so he kept his anger in his heart.

Wu Qing didn't know Gu Xiaorui's thoughts at this moment, the only thing he cared about in his heart was knowing to return, his eyes were full of anxiety, for fear of missing it, he asked, "Where is knowing?"

Gu Xiaorui frowned immediately, hesitated for a long time, did not dare to look at him, and said falteringly: "The little prince...is in the study...just...only Xiaozhu is serving..."

I thought the Young Master would be furious, but I didn't expect a smile to appear on his lips, and he said foolishly: "As long as he is still alive... as long as..."

Gu Xiaorui looked at Wu Qing's figure, shook his head involuntarily, and muttered, "Crazy, these two masters are both crazy..."

Wuqing ran towards the study, but he was even more timid due to the closeness to the nostalgia, and his steps became more and more slow.

Xiaozhu's laughter and laughter came from the study room, and gradually fell into his ears clearly.

Wuqing's heart hurts, but she still misses...

Wuqing quietly pushed open the door, and saw Xiaozhu sitting across Zhihuan's thighs, with arms as white as lotus roots around Zhihuan's neck.Xiaozhu leaned against his ear, talking some kind of sweet words, but she was elated when she found out.

Xu Shi Wuqing pushed the door too loudly, Xiaozhu subconsciously glanced sideways, his face was flushed, he gasped again and again, and he couldn't make a sentence, and said: "It turns out that the young master is back..."

After crossing Xiaozhu, Wuqing finally saw Zhihuan clearly.

After more than ten days, he is still the chic and suave Young Master Yun.The two strands of hair on the forehead fluttered with the cold wind behind Wuqing, and those amorous eyes were filled with indifference.Xiaozhu's hands deliberately went down the skirt, interlocking his fingers.

Wuqing is not a person who has never experienced love. In this situation, he understands what happened in the study just now better than anyone else.

Wuqing clenched his lower lip tightly, tears gradually rippling in his eyes, but he still walked forward stubbornly, and said with contempt and self-deprecation: "If Xiaozhu can do it, I can do it too."

Hearing this, Yun Chuxiu's hand on Xiao Zhu's waist suddenly loosened.There was too much unwillingness and distress in the deep eyes, he didn't dare to look at the Wuqing expression at the moment, for fear that he couldn't help it, so he could only pretend to be cold-blooded and said: "A boring person."

Xiaozhu was quick-witted, and immediately echoed: "Then what do you think of Xiaozhu?"

His eyes were full of charm, and his coquettish tone was heartbreaking. Yun Chuxiu lightly pinched the tip of his nose, and said with a smile, "You are the most interesting!"

The two turned a blind eye and flirted unscrupulously, which hurt Wuqing.He lowered his eyes and clenched his fists, as if he had made a lot of determination, but he didn't know where the strength came from, and he pushed Xiaozhu off Zhihuan's body.

Xiao Zhu fell to the ground, first shocked, then aggrieved: "Little Grandpa...Young Master..."

"Go down!" Yun Chuxiu yelled at Xiao Zhu with a sullen face, supporting the case with both hands.

"I..." Xiaozhu didn't know why the young man was so angry, let alone Wuqing who had deceived him, and was about to argue a few words, but he raised his eyes and saw the burning anger in his starry eyes, and left the study wisely .

The study room fell silent instantly, Zhi Huan's indifference to himself was colder than the snow.

Wuqing picked up the jug on the table, raised his head and drank it all, then unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a skin whose complexion was even better than that of Snow White, mustered up his courage, imitated Xiaozhu's posture just now, and straddled Zhihuan's body .

He was humble and begging for mercy, but it was even more painful and sour, with a strong nasal voice in his words, "Knowing...I...I can really...as long as you want me..."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, kissed Zhi Huan's thin lips, and opened his lips and teeth jerkyly.

The fire in Yun Chuxiu's body was immediately ignited by this wild cat who had just returned from Huishan Temple. Smelling the sandalwood scent on his body, Yun Chuxiu could no longer suppress her thoughts about him for the past month, and immediately turned passive into active, dying Encircling his waist, deepening the kiss.

I don't know if it's because of drunkenness, or because of the response to days of longing, Wuqing is confused and infatuated at this time.

His soft lips pecked from Zhihuan's lips all the way to his fiery chest like a dragonfly on water.

Wuqing raised his head, his face was slightly drunk, and tears were streaming down his face, "Zhihuan, hug me, okay..."

He took off the clothes under the knowledge, gritted his teeth, supported the object and sat upright, without any foreplay, the tearing pain made him unable to hold back his voice.

Instinct made him shake his waist involuntarily, pleasure and pain intertwined in his whole body.

Yun Chuxiu couldn't bear it anymore, he hugged Wuqing tightly and poured all the scorching heat into Wuqing's body.

Love and desire are mixed in every fragrance of magnolia in the study.

Wuqing was lying on the bed, his mind soaring to the sky over and over again, but every time he was afraid that Zhihuan would pull away and leave, so he hugged Zhihuan tightly, crying and raving: "Zhihuan, don't leave me..."

It seems like a long dream, Wuqing only remembers him lying in Zhihuan's arms, holding him tightly, telling him that he doesn't care about Xiaozhu, even if there is Xiaoli and Xiaojing in the future, he doesn't care...

He begged Zhihuan bitterly, and took him away together...

At the end, he vaguely heard Zhi Huan whispering: "Ah Qing, don't read."

When Wuqing woke up again, it was already afternoon.

He dragged his sore body, looked at the study room that was empty, and knew he had left, completely left.

The table in the study had already been cleaned and hot porridge was prepared.The stove in the room has also been baked, and the fragrance of magnolia is very strong, Wuqing put on a long gown, and walked to the table.

Two concentric mandarin duck pendants are placed neatly together, one of which belongs to Zhihuan.The jade pendant that was accidentally broken by Xiaozhu that day was still picked up by Zhi after all, inlaid with gold and jade, and repaired.Next to the concentric mandarin ducks are the wedding invitations that they wrote on the eve of the big wedding of the Yun family. Wuqing opened it silently, parted her red lips, and read the words on it again: "Poetry chanting Guanju, I wish you this evening, three lives on the rock Long. Yun Zhihui, Yun Qing."

Wuqing stared at the wedding invitation for a long time, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Wuqing pushed open the door, the sun was scorching.

Gu Xiaorui has been guarding in front of the study, saw Wuqing come out, and said: "Young master woke up much earlier than the hour estimated by the little prince."

Wuqing said slowly: "Is he gone?"

Gu Xiaorui: "The little prince has already left for Liangzhou before dawn."

Wuqing raised his head to face the scorching sun, but he didn't know whether Liangzhou, which was windy and cold, had such a dazzling sun at this moment...

He said sadly, "Xiao Rui, clean up, let's go back to Yulan Bieyuan."

Wuqing was about to turn around, but was stopped by Gu Xiaorui, "Master, I don't understand!"

"When it was not dawn, the little prince came out of the room quietly, and told the little one to prepare hot porridge and bake the stove for you. The little prince and you clearly have a mutual understanding, why are you here? The little one doesn't understand!"

Gu Xiaorui's tone was a bit childlike.

Wuqing smiled helplessly, and he looked back at the mandarin ducks and wedding invitations on the table.

But knowing the thought of repaying it, he knew it was even more sad.

Master’s words at Huishan Temple awakened me—sometimes things in the world are like this cloud-shrouded mountain top, and the world only sees the smoke and clouds, but cannot see the green pines in it.

What Jinguo imperial decree is, but Zhi is still acting.He acted realistically, deceived everyone, tried to deceive himself, chilled himself, and broke his love with him.

If it wasn't for this time of going and never returning, how could Zhihuo be willing to leave him alone in this world?

He has never been the only one who knows, but the young master of the entire Yun clan, and even the young master Yun of the Great Zhou, a person who cannot be tolerated by the ninth five.

He returned the mandarin duck adornment and the wedding invitation to himself, which was more heart-wrenching than abandoning himself.

Wuqing leaned against the door and slowly slid to the ground, covering her face with her knees and crying...

In the first year of Tiansheng, the regent Chu Mohen was in charge of the world.

That year, Young Master Yun commanded the army and horses, slaughtered all directions, and forced the Xiongnu to retreat to Yanming Pass.

The battle with the Huns continued until late autumn.

Disputes among the refugees in the capital continued, and Huishan Temple opened its gates to accept the refugees who had fled.

One or two days is fine, but after a long time, Huishan Temple can't provide enough food, and even the monks in the temple are hungry every day.

Wushuang eventually died one frosty morning.

When Wulu led the monks to find him, Wushuang turned pale.

When Gu Xiaorui informed Wuqing of the news, the Buddhist beads held in Wuqing's hand broke suddenly, and the beads scattered all over the ground.

Gu Xiaorui said sadly: "I asked Master Wulu about it. Little Wushuang was so hungry that he wanted to get up in the morning and go down the mountain for alms. He never thought that there was a lot of frost that day, and Wushuang died beside the mountain road."

Until his death, he never fulfilled his promise to take him to the capital to play.

Crying silently...

Not more than a month after Wushuang's death, Master Huijue passed away in Huishan Temple.

According to Gu Xiaorui, Master Huijue passed away very peacefully, as if he had sensed it long ago. Before he left, he left a last word, entrusting Huishan Temple to Wuchen, and Wulu was there to help him. He entrusted the monks of Huishan Temple to have With compassion and compassion, take good care of the refugees in the temple.

The regent was grateful for Master Huijue's heart of helping the world, and specially issued an edict to confer Huishan Temple as the Huguo Temple, and enjoy the incense of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty forever.