Twilight Cloud Returns

The smell of joy in the room became stronger and stronger.

Yun Chuxiu, who often lingers in the flowers, is very familiar with this fragrance-when they are in love, they use this fragrance to cheer up.

Sometimes the benefactor needs it, and the turtle will prepare it in advance; sometimes it is also used to train inexperienced and stubborn newcomers.

Obviously, burning this incense is for the little monk.

Wang Bust is really a good trick - he wants to keep the innocent little monk, but he doesn't want to be charged with prostitution, so he pushes everything on himself.

This kind of trick can't be concealed from Yun Chuxiu who grew up smelling the fragrance.

But Wuqing, who is new to the WTO, can't match the fragrance of joy.

His body gradually became hot, and his light shirt was soaked with sweat.The light shirt was originally translucent, and the crystal sweat on the milky white skin was illuminated by the warm yellow candlelight, making him even more alluring.

Yun Chuxiu never pushes others to make things difficult, even though he is very attracted to this little monk.

Wuqing's vision became more and more blurred, as if a layer of fog was covered in front of his eyes.

He was so hot that he even wanted to lie on the ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

The soft feeling gradually faded away, and Wuqing's body could move.He shook his waist uncomfortably.

Yun Chuxiu tried her best to suppress her desire, clenched her big hands with well-defined joints into fists, and propped them on the side of the pillow.

He was going to get out of bed to get some cold water for the little monk, and at the same time to cool himself down.

As soon as he straightened up, Wuqing's soft little hands swaying around covered his waist.When the heat touches a trace of refreshment, Wuqing feels extremely cool, and hugs her tightly without letting go.

A cynical smile floated on the corner of Yun Chuxiu's mouth, he bent down and put his head close to Wuqing's ear, and said in a mellow voice: "Little monk, you are really daring..."

Yun Chuxiu slowly removed his pair of warm little hands from his waist, and said to himself: "Forget it, this king has nothing to do with a handsome little monk like you. When you return to vulgar life one day, this king will definitely lock you up." In the palace."

He got out of bed and blew out the joyful incense in the incense burner first, then knocked on the door and shouted to Gui Gong who was guarding the door: "My king wants to take a bath."

Mr. Gui immediately stood up from the ground, bowed his head and nodded, "Slave will go to make arrangements immediately, please be safe and calm, little prince."

He ran faster than a rabbit on two legs, and beckoned several people to bring up the big mahogany basin.

Wang Bust knew the habits of the young prince, he had to wash off the dirt on his body after the incident.

It seems to be done!She secretly rejoiced that there would be no new signboards in the Nanfeng Restaurant.

Xiaozhu also saw that the bathtub dedicated to the little prince had been moved to the room, and immediately became jealous.

What does a jerky monk know!

But the little prince just likes it.

Xiaozhu stomped her feet, didn't bother to talk to the rest of the benefactors, and went straight to her room.

Warm water was ready, Mr. Gui tactfully withdrew and closed the door.

Yun Chuxiu hugged Wu Qing horizontally in his arms, the latter was in a daze, not knowing what happened, his handsome face seemed to be covered with makeup, shy and ruddy.

Yun Chuxiu removed Wuqing's light shirt and put it in warm water to let the medicinal properties on his body evaporate.

"Little monk, you are very lucky today. I have rewarded you with the mahogany basin dedicated to me."

In his vague impression, he slept for a long time, and had a shy dream - he dreamed of a good-looking benefactor, he hugged the benefactor, but the benefactor was very indifferent.

The next day, when the cock crows.

No wake up.

According to his old habits, he should get up at this moment to do morning classes.

However, the surrounding environment and the man lying next to him who looks like the good-looking benefactor in the dream made him suddenly wake up, and everything that happened last night was not a dream.

The clothes he was wearing were not Nayi, but a brocade white gown.There is also a gauze garment lying on the ground that cannot cover the body, which is really degrading.

Wuqing was stunned for a while.

What exactly is going on here?

Where is Brother Wuchen?

Yun Chuxiu was very busy this night, has anyone ever told the young monk that his sleeping appearance is ugly?

It was nothing more than kicking the quilt, a bed squeezed him into a corner, and he arranged himself in a big shape to occupy the entire bed.

Whose room is this?

Not long after he fell asleep, he heard the little monk getting up.

Yun Chuxiu turned over, and said with a sleepy deep hoarse voice behind Wuqing in a teasing tone: "Little monk, do you want to leave after sleeping?"

Wuqing's footsteps on the floor froze for a moment, and his face flushed—why did this benefactor speak so...so shamelessly?

Yun Chuxiu rested her hand on her forehead, half leaned on the bed, looked at this interesting little monk, and clicked her tongue.

At the same time, Wang Bustard's sharp voice resounded in the quiet air of Xunfeng Pavilion.

"Young Master Rong, why are you here so early today?" Before she had time to dress up, she looked tired.

Young Master Rong's real name is Rong Changkun, the only son of Prime Minister Rong at that time, he was proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.Occasionally, he would commit a crime and occupy a few beautiful folk girls. The people of the capital dare not speak out against this kind of thief.

Rong Changkun made a gesture, and a team of Yamen officials who followed him quickly surrounded the Xanfeng Pavilion.

Wang Bust panicked subconsciously, and he finished his sentence with trembling lips, "Rong...Master Rong...I don't know where I offended you..."

Rong Changkun put his hands behind his waist, and deliberately raised his voice: "Mother Wang, I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you so confused... You connive at the little prince and force him into prostitution. This is not to offend the young master, but because you don't trust the laws of the dynasty." Come on!"

"This, this, this..." Wang Bust wanted to cry, but was frightened by the battle, and lost his mind for a while.

Rong Changkun had always been at odds with the little prince, wishing he could peel off the little prince's skin and drink his flesh and blood.Now let him catch this reason, I am afraid that Xanfengguan will become a victim!

Yun Chuxiu could hear clearly in the room, and he wasn't worried at all that Rong Changkun, the second ancestor, would pick on him, but he was just afraid that Rong Changkun would catch the young monk and ruin his reputation.

He found a robe from the carved wardrobe and threw it to the young monk, "Change it on quickly. If the second generation ancestor sees the disheveled clothes, you really can't tell, and maybe you will be involved in the Buddhist temple."

As soon as he heard that it might be because he had insulted Huishan Temple, Wuqing immediately hid behind the screen and put on a long robe.

It's just that Yun Chuxiu's figure is much taller than him, Wuqing's clothes really don't fit her body well, and her sleeves are like the water sleeves of an actor.

He walked out from behind the screen, and Yun Chuxiu put a chignon on for him.

The flowing hair fell on Wuqing's shoulders, like an exile.

Wuqing is a disciple of Buddha, how can he dress up like this?He wanted to take it off, but Yun Chuxiu held his hand and didn't allow him to touch it, "Remember, now you have to pretend that you are not a monk."

Wuqing was a little embarrassed, "But... but monks don't speak gossip..."

"Then don't talk and listen to the king's arrangement."

So far, it can only be like this.Although a little awkward, but there is no other way.

Wuqing didn't know who came here, so he asked curiously, "Who is the benefactor outside who is shouting for no reason?"

Yun Chuxiu put on the brocade white gown that Wuqing had taken off, covered the wound, and replied calmly: "Rong Changkun, the only son of Prime Minister Rong Pingju of the current dynasty."

Wuqing knew about Zaifu, and senior brother Wuchen once told him some things about the world.Zaifu is an important minister in the court, with one person under one man and more than ten thousand people, and Zaifu's son is also powerful.

Yun Chuxiu suddenly lowered her body and approached Wuqing's face, frightened the latter to back up again and again until she was on top of the screen.He has a pair of star-eyed bewitching beings, and his tone of voice adds a bit of debauchery, "Rong Changkun, like this king, knows all about the flower girls in Beijing's flower houses, and he can't put it down for little beauties like you."

Wuqing's heart was up and down, and his face was full of embarrassment and anger, "Little...you are a monk!"

Yun Chuxiu got up and laughed loudly, "Hey, little monk, I am waiting for you to return to vulgarity!"

Rong Changkun had been waiting in the flower hall for a long time, but he hadn't seen the mighty little prince come downstairs.

He shouted upwards: "Little prince, do you need me to go up and ask you to come down to talk about the past!"

Yun Chuxiu pushed open the door, shook her feather fan, and stretched lazily in front of the railing, without giving a single look to Rong Changkun in the flower hall.

"Wang Bust, why did you let the dog in so early in the morning to bark?"

Yun Chuxiu actually compares him to a dog!Rong Changkun was in a hurry, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go upstairs to compete with him.

Wang Bust and the officials behind him all pulled Rong Changkun, especially Wang Bust, whose fat body was so frightened that he was sweating profusely.One is the young prince, and the other is the son of Rongxiang, neither of which they can afford!

"Yun Chuxiu, who are you scolding!"

Rong Changkun bared his teeth in anger, wishing he could swallow this Yun Chuxiu alive.

Yun Chuxiu pretended to see him just now, and went downstairs slowly, "Oh, Rong Shao, it's been a long time! You really got up earlier than the chicken, and you can't wait to come to the Xunfeng Pavilion to have fun."

Although he couldn't find out the fault, Rong Changkun always felt that Yun Chuxiu was mocking him.

The rest of the people waited until the two ancestors met and did not fight, so they retreated in peace and saluted Yun Chuxiu.

Rong Changkun, whose clothes were completely wrinkled by the yamen, said arrogantly: "Yun Chuxiu, it's fine that you always rob me of the flower girl and the young lady with this young master. Now you are so brave that you force her into prostitution. I heard that the other party is a Buddhist disciple." , you are really relying on your status as a royal family to act recklessly!"

Yun Chuxiu heard this man screaming and making his ears hurt. He took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the pear wood chair in the middle of the flower hall, picked up the apples from the fruit plate next to him, and ate them heartily. You can't talk nonsense. You said that the king bullied the monks, what proof do you have?"

Rong Changkun snorted lightly, the servant he sent to watch Yun Chuxiu's every move told him with a vow that a young monk was carried into Yun Chuxiu's room.

He raised his eyebrows confidently, "All the officials in Jingzhao Yin's mansion are here, let them search the house, and they will find out if there are any monks in your house."

Yun Chuxiu waved his hand, "Please."

The yamen servants looked at each other in blank dismay, and asked them to search the room of the most favored little prince in the dynasty. No matter what the result was, they would not be appointed to support their families.

They bowed their knees and stepped back a few steps, and no one dared to step forward.

Seeing that they were all timid, Rong Changkun kicked the frontmost yamen servant, and said angrily, "What use does my young master want you to have!"

He took out the knife that the yamen servant was carrying with him, and was about to go upstairs to arrest the young monk himself.

When Yun Chuxiu saw him lift the knife, his unrestrained attitude instantly turned into thunderous fury, blocking Rong Changkun's way, and his tone suddenly became much colder, "Rong Changkun, do you know who is sitting in the wing?"

Rong Changkun snorted, "Why, I'm afraid that my young master will find a monk and convict you?"

"That's not true." He clamped the tip of the knife between his fingers, immobilizing it, his eyes were piercing, "There is my sweetheart sitting in the side room, I'm afraid that Young Master Rong's short-eyed knife will hurt my beloved."

"If he loses a hair, I will kill you too."