Twilight Cloud Returns

From start to finish...

These four words echoed in Yun Chuxiu's mind. He thought of the scene just now. Obviously, as long as he admits it, the little monk will not have to suffer such humiliation...

There was a frightening anger between his brows.

Chu Tiankuo slapped the table with his big palm, and everyone knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, calm down!"

"Honor!"

Rong Pingju's body moved suddenly, "The minister is here..."

"Ai Qing, do you think I'm easy to fool!"

Rong Pingju saw Chu Tiankuo's long face furious, and kowtowed vigorously to the floor, "I dare not... I dare not..."

"Rong Changkun insulted Buddhism, blasphemed Buddhism, and ruined his eyes. Nianzai Rongxiang devoted himself to the court, and I will not punish you separately. Zhao Dayong, you handle it yourself."

Rong Pingju bowed his head to the ground, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Just listen to Chu Tiankuo continue to say: "Little prince Yun, in the palace, he despised the king's law and acted recklessly. He was fined and banned for three months."

Yun Chuxiu gladly accepted the order.

As soon as this matter came out, the ritual ceremony was delayed for a few more days before it was considered complete.

Wuqing and Wulu have always lived in the Yulan Pavilion, but the treatment is very different. For example, Wuqing can sleep on a velvet blanket, and Wulu can only sleep on a bed in the side hall, although it is much more comfortable than the meditation room.

Gu Xiaorui brought the ointment to be applied today. The crystal clear ointment in the indigo cymbal exudes a rich fragrance of magnolia.

Wuqing asked the little prince beside him in confusion, "Isn't this the ointment that the monk applied a few days ago..."

Gu Xiaorui replied on behalf of his master: "This is the best ointment for the Yun clan to treat bruises. It is called Yulu glue. The little prince specially sent someone to bring it from the Yun clan."

The last time Wuqing heard the mysterious name of the Yun clan was in Prince Yun's mansion, the spring shirt that the young prince made for him was from the Tianguangyun silk satin of the Yun clan.

But in his memory, it seems that he has never heard of such a tribe in Da Zhou.

Wuqing asked curiously, and Wulu, who was drinking tea, "showed off" the rumors he had heard: "Junior brother, this is why you are ignorant. It is rumored that the Yun clan is a hidden tribe with the secret of longevity. Who in the world does not want to live forever Not old? Emperors of all dynasties have sent many people to look for it, but all have failed.”

"The items of the Yun family are even more priceless."

Hearing what senior brother Wulu said so absurdly, Wuqing decided that he did not dare to accept such a precious heart from the little prince.

Yun Chuxiu lazily shook his feather fan, Gu Xiaorui poured tea for him, he took a sip, and said wantonly: "Master Wulu really knows a lot."

Wulu replied modestly: "Where is it? The monk is just listening to the casual talk of the benefactor in the palace."

But when he saw the ointment of the Yun Clan appearing in the Yulan Pavilion, he was surprised: "The Yun Clan really exists?"

Gu Xiaorui laughed at him as if he had never seen the world, "Of course it exists."

Wulu's eyes shined, which made him learn some anecdotes and secret history!

Finally, the trip was not in vain, and when I go back, I can explain it to Wushuang, who is chanting scriptures all day long, to relieve my boredom.

He was pricking up his ears to listen carefully, but Gu Xiaorui stopped abruptly.

It just so happened that other senior brothers outside the hall came to look for Wulu, and seeing that he was recovering from his injuries, they sent him to the Fahua Hall to help senior brother Wuchen.

As soon as Wulu left, Yulan Pavilion suddenly became quiet.

Gu Xiaorui didn't know when to leave quietly.

Yun Chuxiu gave him Yulu gum as a gift, "It's time to apply the medicine today, so hurry up and apply it."

The stick landed on the back, not the chest.

Brother Wulu left, and the little prince in front of him seemed to have no intention of leaving.

How does Yao Wuqing finish taking the medicine alone?

He took the Yulu glue and said shyly: "Please... the little prince will leave for now..."

Yun Chuxiu raised her eyebrows, and said meaningfully: "I'm leaving, who will help you with the medicine?"

Wuqing stood there hesitating, "Little... Xiaoseng can wait for Senior Brother Wulu to come back..."

An unscrupulous smile floated on the corner of Yun Chuxiu's lips, "It's not like I haven't seen it before, in the Xunfeng Pavilion..."

As soon as he mentioned the Xunfeng Pavilion, Wuqing felt embarrassed.

Only Yun Chuxiu pretended to be melancholy and said: "I'm the little prince, why do I want to give you medicine in a low voice? Is it because I'm afraid that you will hurt? I'm not Rong Changkun and his ilk..."

Wuqing was also fooled by his cunning tongue, and unexpectedly nodded in agreement.

He took off his robe, untied the innermost underwear, lay down on the bed in fear, buried his head deeply between the square pillows, and displayed the delicate and smooth skin on his back in front of Yun Chuxiu at a glance.

After several days of medication, the red mark has faded a lot, but it is still shocking.

Yun Chuxiu's eyes were full of distress, and her bony fingers carefully stroked the red mark, Wuqing subconsciously groaned in pain.

"Does it still hurt?"

Wu Qing nodded.

Yun Chuxiu frowned slightly, it was because he came late that made the little monk suffer.

He scooped out a little paste from the round cymbal with his fingers, and gently pushed it away on Wuqing's back.

The moment the little prince's fingers touched his skin, Wuqing couldn't help but tremble, and his body gradually heated up.As the paste was evenly spread, the coolness on the fingertips penetrated into the bone marrow, and Wuqing felt extremely comfortable.

"Why didn't you admit it that day, so as not to suffer from this flesh and blood?" Yun Chuxiu moved gently, and suddenly asked.

Wuqing hugged the square pillow with both arms, and firmly said the same words as that day, "What the little prince hasn't done is that he hasn't done it."

After a while, he added: "Monks don't tell lies."

Yun Chuxiu smiled, "Remember it in the future, if you encounter such danger again, just push it on me..."

"Then how can it work?" Wuqing got up quickly, interrupted the little prince, and lay on his side to meet his eyes.

Wuqing's perfect face came into Yun Chuxiu's sight unexpectedly.

Yun Chuxiu forcibly pressed down the surging emotion in her eyes, her big hands involuntarily grabbed the blanket underneath.

Wuqing felt that the atmosphere was very strange, he quickly lay down again, his cheeks were burning, and he said sullenly: "Master has taught you to have a kind heart, and the young monk must never do the thing of framing..."

Yun Chuxiu covered him with his clothes, waiting for the ointment to take effect.

At the tip of his eyebrows that Wuqing couldn't see, there was a gentle smile.

Wuqing only felt that the surroundings were surrounded by the tranquility of the years. She was indifferent to the world, secretly rejoicing, and accidentally fell asleep...

Yun Chuxiu's big hand quietly caressed Wuqing's side face, and said to himself in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Little monk, I will wait for you to return to vulgarity."

Recently, Wu Chen dared not let Wu Qing move his place due to the slight injury on his back.After the daily prayer ceremony was over, they rushed to Yulan Pavilion non-stop to visit Wuqing.

However, Wuchen was not as polite to Yun Chuxiu as he was in Jianzhang Palace that day, and even couldn't help clenching his fists every time he saw him.

If it weren't for the fact that this is the brother-in-law, Yun Chuxiu would have kicked him out of the Yulan Pavilion long ago.

On this day, Wuchen left again with a resentful expression.

Yun Chuxiu leaned on the couch, and said to Wuqing who was reading the scriptures boredly: "Did I provoke your senior brother somewhere? Why do I feel that he seems to want to eat me every time..."

Wuqing is in good condition. Looking at the scriptures, he clearly knows Sanskrit, but his heart is disturbed by the little prince and he is so stunned that he can't remember a word.

After a long while, the little boy replied with a blushing face, "Little... I don't know, little monk..."

Wulu at the side stuffed his mouth full of pastries, and said inarticulately, "My lord... the little monk knows about this..."

Gu Xiaorui was pinned down by the bald man with the advantage of being a few inches taller, his hands couldn't reach the freshly baked hot osmanthus cake, so he bit his arm in anger.

Wulu howled in pain, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth sprayed all over the air.

Gu Xiaorui took the opportunity to grab the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and held it in his arms.

Wulu thought to himself, "Copying so many scriptures and praying for blessings for this benefactor, but he doesn't even let him eat osmanthus cake."

As a Buddhist, how can you be so ignorant of etiquette outside?

Wuqing deliberately coughed to remind Senior Brother Wulu.

Wulu scratched the back of his bald head embarrassingly.

Yun Chuxiu didn't care, Yulan Pavilion hadn't been so vibrant for a long time.

Wulu sat next to Wuqing, swallowed the remaining osmanthus cake, and answered the little prince's question just now: "Little prince, you don't know, that day when senior brother Wuchen came to know that his younger brother was in trouble, he came and sent a message. Big fire."

He got up and imitated the tone of Wuchen's usual speech, "How did senior brother teach you a few days ago! Did it make you less contaminated with the royal family's children! You actually made yourself like this, after master, the old man came out of retreat, what did senior brother do?" Confess!"

Yun Chuxiu listened, his expression gradually darkened.

This Wuchen not only manages well in the secular world, but also seems to be quite afraid of the royal family.

Wulu didn't notice the change in the young prince, and continued: "Brother Wuqing can't make a sound for the time being, he endured his injury and finished writing the statement, handed it to Brother Wuchen, and he must be brought to the emperor."

"It's really touching for those who see it, and it hurts for those who hear it."

Seeing Wuqing working so hard for her, Yun Chuxiu was both distressed and happy, and her fiery eyes fell on him.

Not to mention the three-month ban on the fine, even a lifetime is worth it.

Seeing the situation, Gu Xiaorui cleverly dragged Wulu away, "The small kitchen is making new cakes again, Master Wulu, I invite you to eat the small ones..."

"Benefactor Gu can't bite the little monk again..."

"How dare you dare..."

The voices of the two talking were getting farther and farther away from Wuqing.

He was so embarrassed by Yun Chuxiu's stare, he quickly covered his blushing face like a ripe persimmon with the scriptures, pretending that his thoughts were all on the scriptures.

Yun Chuxiu got up from the couch, tiptoed to directly in front of him, and took out the scriptures in his hand.

Wuqing couldn't get up, all escape routes were surrounded by his powerful arms, and he couldn't escape.

He lowered his eyes and explained in a panic: "Master...Master taught this little monk since he was a child...to repay his kindness...the king...the prince saved the little monk...the little monk should do..."

Wuqing faltered for a long time, and finally his voice became smaller and smaller.

The head lowered lower and lower, and the green fingers tightly pinched the sleeves.

Yun Chuxiu flicked her tongue, and deliberately moved close to his ear, the faint fragrance of magnolia from her body enveloped the thin Wuqing forcefully in her square inch.

"But Brother Huang still fined me three months' salary, little monk, how do you repay me..."