Twilight Cloud Returns

How can there be silver taels in Wuqing?He stared at his big watery eyes, "Why don't the young monk copy more scriptures for the prince, if the prince comes to Huishan Temple to offer incense, the incense money will be given by the monk... I wonder if it will be worth the prince's salary..."

"It's not enough..."

"Then...then..." Wuqing really couldn't think of any other way, and was so anxious that tears were about to fall again.

Yun Chuxiu hated him crying the most, so she put away her teasing mentality and stood up straight, "I was joking with you."

Wuqing was stunned for a while before he realized that he became angry from embarrassment, and with great strength from nowhere, he pushed Yun Chuxiu away and ran straight to the courtyard, refusing to pay attention to him.

Yun Chuxiu laughed so hard, followed out slowly, coaxing: "Little monk, don't be angry..."

Wulu and Gu Xiaorui were sitting and eating cakes. Seeing the scene in front of them, Wulu still had no conscience and said: "Brother, don't you want to eat? Brother, I will do it for you..."

Gu Xiaorui silently cheered for his prince from the bottom of his heart.

March [-], Shangsi Festival.

It rained all night last night, and until now, there are still drizzles of rain floating in the misty sky.

Wuchen and his party set off to leave the palace.

Wu Lu has been living in Yulan Pavilion for a while now, Su Zhai is very delicious, and his waist is straight round.

Wu Chen looked at his hopeless look and shook his head helplessly.

Wuqing doesn't know why, but there is always a sense of melancholy in my heart.

Leaving the palace, his fetters with the little prince ended.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Wuqing looked at the red walls and green tiles that symbolized separation, and his mouth seemed to contain the unripe green plums of this season, with an unbearable sourness.

When Wulu got into the carriage, the carriage almost turned over.

He smiled "hehe", and greeted Wuqing with a half-bow, "Junior brother, get in the car!"

Wuqing endured the imperceptible nostalgia in his eyes, and put away the paper umbrella.As soon as his feet stepped on the small stool, there was a breathless shout from behind: "Wu...Master Wuqing! Wait a minute!"

Wuqing thought it was the little prince who came, and turned around in surprise.

I saw Gu Xiaorui holding a brocade box in his arms, running out of breath.

Wuqing was a little disappointed, but still maintained the etiquette of a monk, "Amitabha, Gu benefactor, why are you in such a hurry?"

Gu Xiaorui wiped the sweat from his forehead, handed the brocade box in his arms to Wuqing, and told him word by word what the little prince had told him: "According to the imperial decree, the little prince is still under confinement and cannot come to see Wuqing off." master."

He quickly lowered his volume, "Originally, the little prince could sneak out to see the master off, but the Meridian Gate is really eye-catching, and if someone with a heart sees it, he must be punished for a crime of disobeying the imperial decree..."

When Wuqing heard this, his face was full of worry, and he said anxiously: "What's the matter, little monk? The prince must not leave the palace."

"Master, don't worry, I haven't finished my little talk yet." Gu Xiaorui paused, then continued, "On the surface, the little prince can't come, but last night the little prince sneaked back to the palace in the rain and brought back the brocade box. Our family The little prince said that there is no reason to take back what is given out, so I asked the little one to hand it over to you."

Wuqing's slender fingers firmly grasped the corner of the brocade box, "Did he catch a cold?"

Gu Xiaorui was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Wuqing was asking about the little prince's physical condition.

He had a sad face, "Don't mention it, master, you also know that the injury on the young prince's body has not yet healed, and he was drenched in such a heavy rain last night, and his high fever has not subsided since this morning. The imperial doctor prescribed medicine, and he has fallen asleep now." gone."

As soon as she heard that the little prince was ill, Wuqing flew into the Yulan Pavilion with all her heart, and her anxiety was beyond words.

Sitting in the carriage, Wu Chen kept urging: "Junior Brother Wu Qing, if you don't leave, it will be time-consuming."

Wuqing had no choice but to board the carriage, and before leaving, he said: "Benefactor Gu, please take good care of the prince."

Gu Xiaorui patted his chest, "Don't worry, I will serve the little prince since I was a child."

Accompanied by the sound of horses, several carriages drove away from the palace.

Wuqing got into the car with the brocade box in his arms, and he felt guilty for some reason when he met senior brother Wuchen's eyes.

He deliberately sat in the corner, keeping the brocade box behind him.

Wulu's small eyes have excellent eyesight, and he has already spotted Wuqing's brocade box.

Just looking at the engravings on the box, one can tell that it is worth a lot.

The little prince is not kind, and he has established a deep friendship with him in Yulan Pavilion, why not him?

At the same time, Wulu was also very curious about what was inside. He glanced at Wuchen from the corner of his eye. The latter was meditating with his eyes closed. After a while, he heard the sound of even breathing, so he must have fallen asleep.

Wulu opened his mouth wide and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Wuqing, let senior brother see what's in the brocade box?"

Wuqing moved the brocade box behind her again, unwilling to share it with her.

Seeing such a big reaction from Wuqing, Wulu became even more curious. He was about to get up and take a look while he wasn't looking, but Wuchen interrupted him suddenly: "Wuluo, don't look at evil."

Wulu had no choice but to sit up straight without resentment, and soon leaned against the wall of the carriage, and there was the sound of snoring.

Because of the brocade box, Wuqing felt uneasy all the way, and his mind was still on the little prince who was suffering from a cold and high fever.

On a rainy day, the road was slippery, the groom didn't pay attention, and the wheel hit a rock, which immediately woke Wulu up.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and sat down again.

Xu Shi was too bored, Wulu kept his eyes on Wuqing, and suddenly said: "Junior Wuqing's hair has grown so fast recently! Brother Wuchen, look, there are black hairs growing on the top of my head."

Wuqing couldn't see it, so he had to touch it. The newly grown hair roots were a bit thorny, "Then... I have to trouble my brother to help me shave again..."

Wulu waved his hand generously and said: "It's a trivial matter. It's just that Junior Brother Wuqing has always been the one whose hair grows the slowest among our senior brothers. Usually, we shave Wuqing twice and only once. In the past few days in the palace, Let’s set off immediately, it seems that the vegetarian restaurant in the palace is better..."

Wulu was talking endlessly, Wuqing stroked his head again, and the prickly pain clearly spread to every part of his body.

Why are there so many black hairs?

The carriage, which was driving at a moderate speed, suddenly stopped not far from the city gate, and there were noisy voices outside the carriage.

Wulu raised the curtain, poked his head out, and saw several officials wearing cloaks, braving the rain to search the vehicles and horses leaving the city one by one.

He retracted his head, "It seems to catch up with the yamen guards to inspect."

Wu Chen didn't think much about it, "It's okay, everyone performs their duties, just wait patiently."

Due to the rain, many businesses in the market were unable to open.These people gathered in the major wine shops, talking about the mountains to pass the boring time.

The sound of "Mr. Qian" attracted Wuqing's attention.

"Mr. Qian, you are here!" The owner of the restaurant saw the storyteller Mr. Qian and got up to greet him. "Today, the big guy is going to be bored due to the rain. How about some stories?"

The rest of the people had already set up tables and chairs for Mr. Qian, and they were waiting for him to come to read.

Mr. Qian stroked his white beard, cupped his hands and said modestly, "I'm so sorry for keeping everyone waiting..."

As soon as he heard that a storyteller was about to start a lecture, Wulu lost all sleepiness, moved to Wuqing's side, opened the curtain and listened carefully.

Mr. Qian clapped his head awake, "Today, I will tell you the secret history of the palace..."

The secret history can be said to be the favorite of the people in the capital. They all concentrated their attention, and the bustling wine shop fell silent in an instant, only Mr. Qian's cadenced voice echoed...

"Let's talk about the ritual ceremony a few days ago, Young Master Yun and Rong Xiang's son, Rong Shao, competed for a little monk with the appearance of a heavenly man..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone sighed, "As expected of the two heroes of the capital, even the disciples under the Buddha's seat dare to touch their hands, aren't they afraid of being punished by heaven..."

"Who said it wasn't..."

The more Wulu listened, the more evil he became, he was in the palace, why didn't he know these secrets?

He looked up at Wuqing next to him, and suddenly realized: "Could it be that the little monk who looks like a god in the mouth of the benefactor Qian is you, the younger brother..."

Wuqing put down the curtain directly, with a displeased face, "This benefactor of storytelling is used to telling lies and distorting truth and wrong, brother, it's better not to listen."

Wulu picked it up again, and said with a smile: "Anyway, I have nothing to do, so why not listen?"

Mr. Qian vividly described how the two fought for Wuqing, "Little Prince Yun pulled out the emperor's Shangfang sword, and the sharp blade stabbed directly at Rong Shao's eyes!"

He sighed, and continued: "Such a pair of piercing and bright eyes will be poked blind!"

People listening to the book: "Tsk tsk..."

"I didn't expect this young prince Yun to be so vicious..."

"People in the royal family are always moody..."

Wu Lu couldn't help but frown when he heard this, the benefactor's speech was too unreliable!

He put down the curtain, "It's better not to listen to what Wuqing said..."

The yamen servant checked the carriage where Wuqing was, quickly opened the curtain, and glanced at the people in the portrait, except for the three monks, there was nothing there.

He waved his hand, "Let go!"

Amidst the applause and applause of everyone in the wine shop for Mr. Qian's storytelling, the carriage moved forward slowly.

Listening to the laughter, Wuqing vaguely understood what the little prince said at the Lantern Festival that day—whether it is true or not, people in the world only listen to hearsay.

When he was depressed, no one noticed that a sweaty beard and a cat waist sneaked out of the wine shop, tore off the beard used for camouflage, and took off the heavy clothes on his body, and suddenly his original dexterous appearance was revealed.

While the yamen servant turned his back to him and searched the vehicles behind him, the man lowered his footsteps, and with great ease, he swished into the bottom of Wuqing's carriage, stuck his whole body to the bottom of the carriage, and followed the carriage out of the city gate.

Magnolia Pavilion.

After Gu Xiaorui came back after delivering the brocade box, he sipped his tea.

Yun Chuxiu closed her eyes and meditated, half lying on the bed, she didn't look sick at all, and asked leisurely, "Has he accepted it?"

Gu Xiaorui spread his hands, "Little prince, open your eyes and see if Master Wuqing has accepted it."

Yun Chuxiu heard the sound of the argument, and smashed the feather fan in his hand on his head with precision, "You guys, you have learned to contradict me more and more."

Gu Xiaorui pouted, picked up the feather fan that fell on the ground, and sent it back to the little prince.

He said dissatisfiedly: "You are obviously alive and kicking, and you let the little one run this trip for you and spread those lies."

Yun Chuxiu lazily opened her eyes, "You don't understand."

After this farewell, he was afraid that the little monk would forget him, so he finally moved the place where he lived in his heart and gave it to some cat or dog!It's better to let the little monk always remember that there is a little prince who catches a cold and a high fever for him.

That ascetic and pure heart is about to be settled.