Twilight Cloud Returns

Yun Chuxiu was suddenly exhausted, her eyes went dark, and she fainted aside.

Wuqing panicked suddenly, he sat up suddenly, his heart was pulled upright into the air.

"My lord! My lord!"

Wuqing called several times eagerly, but Yun Chuxiu was like a dead body and didn't respond in the slightest.

The little prince would not really want to protect him, but kill himself.

Wuqing was extremely remorseful, it was obviously his karma, but the little prince was implicated innocently.

Wuqing's heart is full of unexplainable sadness, for some reason, this feeling of heartache is deeper than that of others, like a poker directly clamping the deepest and farthest heart, the scalding fire scorching the whole heart.

He suddenly choked up.

Just when he was saddest, Yun Chuxiu, who was lying on the ground, stopped acting. The latter pulled him into his arms, blinked playfully, and joked: "Don't cry, I can't bear to let you play in Huishan Temple." Forever."

Wuqing wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, only to realize that it was another trick of the little prince.

Furious, he immediately stood up, brushed off the dust on his robes, and somehow found the courage to scold the young prince of the court: "If you like to tease people, find someone else! Life and death are important matters." , how can you be so joking! Do you know how much little monk..."

Wuqing felt that something was wrong when he was talking, so he held back abruptly, ignored him, and walked away.

Yun Chuxiu was shameless, and insisted on asking after her, "How worried are you about me?"

Wuqing blushed instantly, pursed her lips without saying a word.

Yun Chuxiu also knows that there is a limit to everything, and after achieving the goal, she stopped joking, grabbed Wu Qing who was walking fast like the wind on her feet, and said, "I was wrong, and I will never tease you with life and death again."

Anyway, admitting to the little monk, Yun Chuxiu just opened his mouth and came.

After finishing speaking, he pretended the pain of the bulge on his forehead at the right time, and successfully diverted Wuqing's attention.

Wuqing really didn't blame him anymore, and said worriedly: "My lord, let's go back and apply the medicine to you."

Yunchuxiu stands in the forest, where the shrubs are scarce and the field of vision is wide, and there are wolf smoke rising in the distance.

He pointed to the distant smoke, "Little monk, do you know what that is?"

Hearing this, Wuqing stopped to look around, and immediately replied in puzzlement, "But someone is lighting a fire to cook?"

"That's the Beacon Tower." Yun Chuxiu's eyes were instantly smudged with a depth that Wuqing couldn't understand, "Whenever a war starts, the Beacon Towers every ten miles from the border to the capital will light up beacon smoke one by one. Tell the emperor the news."

Wuqing understood that the little prince was talking about the Xiongnu attacking Yanming Pass, but he was just a monk, and he was really powerless, but he also worried: "My little monk heard...the Holy Majesty has not yet decided on the generals to lead the army..."

Yun Chuxiu raised her eyebrows slightly, "You little monk has heard a lot! But it was settled soon."

The appointment of a general means that the frontier fortress will usher in a spring breeze.

Wuqing happily inquired, "Do you know who the prince is?"

Yun Chuxiu looked back at his expectant appearance, showing indifference, but actually clenched her hands behind her waist slightly, and replied, "I don't know. I'm just a idle little prince, and I don't like to pay attention to these things."

Wuqing educated him solemnly: "My lord, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. You must not say this in front of outsiders, or they will make up stories to explain you."

As long as Wuqing thinks of the untrue stories told by benefactors such as Mr. Qian, he will get angry.

Yun Chuxiu picked out the words, "So say it in front of your wife."

Come again and again.

He stared at him indifferently, why is this person not serious?

When Wuqing was angry, Yun Chuxiu's deep eyes always stayed on the wolf smoke.

He pretended to be relaxed and asked thoughtlessly: "Little monk, when will you return to vulgarity?"

Wuqing was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the young prince was teasing him again, and replied angrily: "My little monk only wishes to be with the ancient Buddha with the blue lamp forever."

Yun Chuxiu pretended to be disappointed, "You little monk is used to breaking my heart..."

But he still persisted in asking, with a hint of longing clearly added to his tone: "Little monk, do you really plan to return to vulgarity?"

Wuqing didn't notice the change of the little prince, and didn't want to talk to him, "The little monk just wants to explain the scriptures and explain the meaning, and save all living beings."

At this time, Fatty's excited barks came from far to near.

I saw Gu Xiaorui holding Wushuang and Fatty, sweating profusely as he ran, "My lord, I finally found you!"

"In the blink of an eye, you and Master Wuqing disappeared, leaving only the disobedient horse there, which frightened the little one!"

Wushuang ran towards Wuqing mischievously, pointing at Fat Rong as if he had discovered a treasure, "Senior Brother, the dog raised by Brother Immortal is also quite powerful!"

"Benefactor Gu said that Fatty knows the scent of Brother Immortal, follow him and you will be found!"

When Fatty saw his master, he hurriedly wagged his tail and moved forward.

Yun Chuxiu stroked its furry ears, "You dog knows how to recognize the master!"

Fatty made two "barks", expressing his approval.

It was also the first time for Wuqing to see Fat Hairy's abilities, and most of his timidity towards it disappeared immediately.

Four people and one dog walked back.

Wushuang insisted on Yun Chuxiu's hug, saying that Brother Shenxian's arms were full of immortality.

Yun Chuxiu happily let him ride on her neck, and coaxed, "Can I see far away now?"

Wushuang looked at the distant clouds with eyes full of novelty—they are in various poses and with different expressions, changing rapidly.

He couldn't help sighing: "The clouds in the sky are so beautiful!"

Yun Chuxiu said while walking, "Little Wushuang, can I teach you a poem?"

"Okay!" Wushuang pricked up her ears and listened carefully.

Yun Chuxiu's brows were filled with all kinds of tenderness, and his clear voice flowed out like spring water in the mountains. He held Wushuang's little hand and read: "Yun Wuxin came out of Xiuxiu, and the bird knew how to return when it was tired."

Wuqing silently wrote down the poems that the little prince taught Wushuang.

But Wushuang just repeated it mechanically, without understanding the deep meaning, and asked studiously, "Brother Immortal, what does this poem mean?"

Yun Chuxiu threw this difficult problem to Wuqing, "Ask your most intelligent senior brother Wuqing."

Wu Qing didn't understand, he didn't understand that it was the hidden life that the young prince yearned for most, but when he understood it, it was too late.

Wuqing shook his head embarrassingly, Yun Chuxiu smiled and said: "Then next time I meet Wushuang, I will tell you about it."

Wushuang lowered her head in doubt and said, "Why do you want to do it next time?"

Yun Chuxiu looked at Wuqing who was beside her, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "So that I can find an excuse to come to Huishan Temple again, and trick you Wuqing into coming out to accompany me."

One word will make Wu Qing's face flush with embarrassment.

Wushuang just thought it was fun, and responded with a full mouth.

The group returned to Huishan Temple.

Seeing Wu Lu's junior brother Wushuang riding on the neck of the majestic Little Prince Zhou Yun, Wu Lu was so frightened that his soul flew away.

"My junior brother Wushuang, come down quickly, senior brother will take you to dinner..."

Wushuang giggled, bounced and followed Wulu away.

Yun Chuxiu looked at his lively figure, and said casually, "Why did this old bald man Huijue get the dharma name? It's so desolate to give such a lovely child the name Shuang."

"Master once said that on a frosty morning, he picked up Wushuang, who was still in his swaddling clothes and his face was purple from the cold. He was abandoned shortly after he was born, and it was desolate. So the master took it as Wushuang, which means He will never suffer from the frost and cold of that day again in this life."

Yun Chuxiu smiled lightly, "I think it's because Huijue didn't have any ink in his stomach, so he forced to make up the number."

Wuqing said angrily, "Don't be rude to Master."

"Okay, okay," Yun Chuxiu suddenly thought of the little monk's dharma name, and with a flash of inspiration, he said playfully, "Wuqing is the same as Wuqing, I think Huijue must have expected that you will fight love, hatred and madness in the future, so I hope You are ruthless, so you don't have to be a sad person."

You only know how to joke when you are young, how could you ever expect that a word will become a prophecy?

Enter Buddhism, cut off lust.

Yun Chuxiu misinterpreted the Dharma title given to Wuqing by Master Huijue in such a way that Wuqing was angered.

He sat down under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, this man is acting strangely today!Say something without borders!

Yun Chuxiu also sat down next to him, and the sweet-scented osmanthus that drifted with the wind fell into his palm.

"Little monk, please call me to know."

It's good not to mention this title, but when Wuqing is mentioned, he remembered that in Yulan Bieyuan a few days ago, the benefactor of Yuwan said "knowledge and return brother", so he didn't want to call the little prince lingering in the flowers.

It seems that he and Hua Niang have the same status in the little prince's heart.

Wuqing replied coldly: "Lord Yun."

Yun Chuxiu didn't know what kind of temper this young monk had, and he didn't even call on the prince.

"Zhi is still my signature. My mother took it when she was alive, and it is rarely known."

Wuqing raised his eyelids lightly, this man lied too much, he even doubted its authenticity.

If it is really unknown, why is the benefactor Yuwan speaking so fluently?Doesn't this prove that the relationship between the two of them is extraordinary?

Chest hurts without breath.

"That's all." Yun Chuxiu lay down, put his hands behind his head, looked at the unpredictable floating clouds in the sky, and said with emotion for no reason, "I wonder if there is such a beautiful scenery in Yanming Pass?"

Wuqing has never been to the border, so he can't answer the question of the little prince.

The two sat quietly for a long time until the sun was setting.

At the end, Yun Chuxiu asked nonchalantly, "Little monk, do you believe me?"

Wuqing curled his lips, this person teased him as soon as they met, and said some stupid things, he replied with duplicity: "I don't believe it."

"That's right, monks don't tell lies." Yun Chuxiu had an imperceptible depression in his expression, "In this world, how can anyone listen to little prince Yun?"

Wuqing thought it was because he had heard the rumors fabricated by Mr. Qian from nowhere, so he said indifferently, "How can you believe what Mr. Storyteller says?"

Yun Chuxiu turned her head to look at him, and said unexpectedly: "The little monk has made some progress."

Outside the temple, Gu Xiaorui led Fat Rong and shouted: "Little prince, it's getting late, it's time to leave."

Yun Chuxiu got up, looked at Wuqing who was squatting under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, squinted her eyes, and added a touch of hoarseness to her mellow voice, "Little monk, if I can come back alive this time, will you return to vulgarity?"

His eyes are full of enthusiasm that cannot be refused, and he has been looking forward to the answer.

"I..." Wuqing hesitated and struggled, not daring to meet those fiery star eyes.

The evening bell of Huishan Temple rang and woke him up abruptly.

Wuqing changed the subject with a guilty conscience, "Why does the prince ask this question? Could it be that he is going on a long trip?"

Yun Chuxiu smiled wryly, "I'm going on a long trip, and I don't know when I'll be back."

Suddenly he talked nonsense again, and said with a smile: "If I don't come back, you little monk will have clean ears, and you don't have to be harassed by me anymore."

Wuqing simply thought that he was going to visit mountains and rivers, and said insincerely: "That would be the best."