Twilight Cloud Returns

After getting the answer, Yun Chuxiu returned to his usual unrestrained and unrestrained appearance, as if the conversation just now hadn't hurt his heart.

"You little monk is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!"

Unable to bear the urging of Gu Xiaorui and Fat Velvet's "barking" calls, Yun Chuxiu finally left Huishan Temple in the afterglow of the setting sun.

As he said, he went on a long trip.

Wuqing once again hadn't heard from him for a long time.

The little prince is always like this, either disappearing for a long time without hearing from him makes him worry, or his sudden appearance disturbs his mind.

Wuqing held the scriptures in his hand and shook his head, "Don't think about it, I haven't finished my homework for today."

Ji Xia has already arrived, and the humming of cicadas in Huishan Temple continues one after another in the afternoon, which is disturbing.

Wulu yawned, and all his dreams were awakened by annoying noises.

If it weren't for Nian's virtue of being good at life, he would have used a pole to stick all these little bad things off!

Wulu came to the main hall, saw Wuqing was still working hard, couldn't help raising his hand to touch his junior brother's head to praise him, but he was caught by the hair roots vaguely.

Wulu withdrew his hand with a hiss, "I said, Junior Brother, why is your hair so wild recently? I think I will have to shave you every ten days in the future."

Wuqing didn't notice the change in Qingsi at all, and said politely: "Then I have to trouble my brother."

When the weather is hot, the people are too lazy to move around.

The incense fire in Huishan Temple was reduced by more than half.

Except for the faithful believers who would come to offer incense every first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, those benefactors who only wanted to seek good luck never came again.

Without the sources of all kinds of anecdotes and pleasures in the capital for a while, the stay is a bit boring.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, he said to Wuqing: "Junior brother, what do you think is the progress of the battle between the frontier fortress and the Huns?"

Wuqing shook his head, "Senior brother doesn't even know, and junior brother has nowhere to know."

During the chat, Xiao Zhongzi ran into Huishan Temple in a panic.

"Masters, it's not good! It's not good!"

Wulu's drowsiness was immediately swept away by Xiao Zhongzi's panicked voice, and Wuqing followed the sound and turned around.

Xiao Zhongzi ran away panting, and said anxiously: "Master Wulu, tell me the truth, is there any other way to pray for blessings besides copying scriptures? Is offering Haideng more blessings?"

He said a lot for no reason, which made Monk Wulu Zhang Er puzzled.

Wuqing listened to Xiao Zhongzi's meaning, he must have come for his elder brother who is far away at the border, and asked: "But something happened to Yanming Pass again?"

"That's not true!" Xiao Zhongzi's tone this time was mixed with disappointment and anger, "Masters, do you know which dignitary the Holy Majesty finally appointed as a general?"

Wulu didn't know anything about the affairs of the court, only knew about Prince Mo, "Could it be Prince Mo?"

"It would be great if it was Prince Mo! Who in the capital doesn't know that Prince Mo is educated and upright? At a critical moment, an assassin who came from nowhere assassinated Prince Mo. Even though he was guarded by guards, he was still injured."

Little Faithful slapped his thigh anxiously, "Young Lord Yun is just trying to join in the fun at this time! He doesn't know how to lead soldiers, and he doesn't know how to fight. Once he has the talents of a general, the Holy One actually agreed to let him go to the frontier to lead the army, and made him a general of Zhenyuan!"

"I heard that in the court hall, the little prince was still fooling around, so he agreed with all his heart, and he will go to visit the mountains and rivers!"

"It's great now, I'm afraid my brother will really be loyal to the country and do his best!"

"Master Wulu, hurry up and tell me, is there any other way to pray for my brother's safety..."

Xiao Zhongzi's words were even more disturbing than the cicadas in the temple, buzzing around Wuqing's ears.

The little prince actually led the troops to Yanming Pass...

Wuqing suddenly remembered that at Huishan Temple that day, the little prince had said that he was going to travel far away, but it turned out that he meant to go to Yanming Pass.

The little prince's various abnormal behaviors and behaviors that day were all explained in a flash.

He has known for a long time that he is going to lead the army, and he is obviously here to see him for the last time, and it is even more likely that he will never return.She even said those angry words to hurt him...

The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and the unclear heart hangs in the air in an instant.

He suddenly grabbed Xiao Zhongzi's shoulders vigorously, and said anxiously: "Benefactor, is the little prince safe and sound?"

Xiao Zhongzi focused all his attention on his elder brother Wei Guoan, "Master, you are confused! What is the matter of the little prince now? The wealth and lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers at the border are all tied to the ignorant little prince! Nonsense!"

Wuqing knows the little prince's ability, in the jungle, in the Magnolia Courtyard, he is not what people in the world call ignorant!

He roared angrily: "The little prince is not messing around!"

Wuqing, who has always been the mildest, suddenly lost his temper, which startled Wulu and Xiao Zhongzi on the spot.

Wulu uttered tremblingly: "Junior brother... you are okay..."

The anger between Wuqing's brows was faintly visible, "The little prince is not messing around. He has all kinds of abilities, and you don't even believe him."

This was so nonsensical that Xiao Zhongzi couldn't help laughing, "Master Wuqing, are you confused? How deep is your friendship with the little prince, and how much do you know about him? My brother's life and death on the front line is uncertain." , such a second-generation ancestor played with the lives of tens of thousands of people..."

The more Xiao Zhongzi talked, the more excited he became, Wulu couldn't hold back.

Wuqing clenched his fists involuntarily, bowed his head and said in his heart: I believe him, he is not messing around.

The sound of the two arguing disturbed Wu Chen.

Wuchen walked out of the meditation room, and after hearing the reason, he scolded Wuqing: "Wuqing, don't be rude to the benefactor!"

"Buddhist people don't care about ordinary things, and the donor can meet any needs. Master often says to guard against arrogance and impetuosity. Look at how decent you are today!"

As soon as the lecture came out, Wulu was too frightened to speak.

Brother Wuchen was also very angry.

Wuqing gritted his back teeth, frowned, raised his head immediately, and dared to argue with Wuchen, "You don't care whether it's true or false, how can you believe one-sided words!"

Wu Chen thought that if he reprimanded him a few words, Wu Qing would admit his mistake obediently as usual, but he contradicted him today.

Wu Chen was so angry that he took a few steps back.

He thought for a while, since his junior brother got acquainted with the little prince Nayun, his temperament has become more and more unpredictable.

Wuchen immediately blamed all the faults on the little prince, and pointed at Wuqing with the hand holding the Buddhist beads, "As long as the little prince is involved in the matter, you will be so disobedient. What kind of ecstasy potion did he give you? Let your heart be so toward him?"

Wuchen's words are deaf to him.Wuqing has no reason at the moment, he just wants to know the current situation of the little prince.

But he is just a monk, and the people related to the young prince only know Gu benefactor...

By the way, Master Gu!

Wuqing ignored others, braved the sun, and left Huishan Temple and rushed towards the Yulan Courtyard on the back mountain.

Gu Xiaorui was feeding the fine feed to the horse when he was startled by a sudden knock on the door.

Wuqing pushed it away, forgetting to perform Buddhist rituals, and impatiently asked: "Is the little prince okay at the border?"

Gu Xiaorui looked blank, "I don't know. The battle of Yanming Pass has always been inquired by the Holy Majesty and Prince Mo, and the battle report will not be passed on to the little one..."

He looked at the horses eating happily in the stables, and his heart was hardened, "Borrow the benefactor's horse for use."

Wuqing pulled away the steed involuntarily, stepped on it, and headed towards the capital.

It wasn't until the moment of life and death that Wuqing realized that this heart had long since lost the Buddhist scriptures, and he didn't know how long he had been led by the little prince alone.

When he is not there, Wuqing will wait and look forward to it; when he is there, Wuqing will be happy, and the calm lake in his heart will make waves.

On the way to the capital, the sky changed drastically, and suddenly dark clouds covered it, as if a downpour was coming.

Wuqing learned how to ride a horse for the first time. Enduring the pain in his legs, he finally entered the city gate.

The common people had already noticed the impending rainstorm, and hid in the taverns and teahouses one after another.

Mr. Qian set up the small table, clapped eye-catchingly, and started today's lying story meeting.

Every single word that arranged the little prince was heard clearly in Wu Qing's ears.

He tightened the reins angrily, and the steed under his crotch let out a dissatisfied grunt.

Wuqing dismounted, walked into the restaurant with clenched fists and humbly asked where Lord Mo lived.

The man was eating tea and heard the climax of the story, so he quickly answered his words, and heard Mr. Qian continue to babble: "Little Prince Yun goes into battle, isn't this announcing to the arrogant Xiongnu that our Da Zhou will only live in dreams? On the day he left for the expedition, he was still drunk at Miss Yuwan's place, and he was carried out by his servants!"

The man laughed loudly, "Maybe this fellow knows that there will be no return, and the border is bitterly cold. If you don't spend time with women, I'm afraid you won't have a chance!"

As soon as the words were finished, everyone in the restaurant roared with laughter, some even choked on their tea.

Wuqing was trembling all over, he suppressed the anger in his heart, walked out of the wine shop step by step, thinking about finding Prince Mo important.

I only heard Mr. Qian slap that eye-catching shot, and said with righteous indignation: "The lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in my surrounding areas are tied up in the hands of people who don't understand etiquette, righteousness, and shame. How chilling is it that the commander-in-chief is actually a debauchery and debauchery!"

"Old man, I heard that my Great Zhou was retreating steadily on the front line, with countless casualties. And the Huns marched all the way, could it be that they are about to attack the capital!"

"Such an immoral, talented and incompetent person not only wasted the lives of our soldiers in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also fooled and played tricks on the whole people! This old man is the first to refuse! I would rather die and resign than change the general!"

Mr. Qian was impassioned, his rhetoric was comparable to a speech, and the people in the restaurant could not understand Little Prince Yun for a long time.The strong men in high spirits smashed the tea bowls in their hands one after another, "I will follow Mr. Qian's order! Seek justice for my soldiers of the Great Zhou, and we must not let them bleed and die in vain!"

Wuqing stood on the stone steps, the anger in his chest was bursting, he roared: "The little prince is not as unbearable as you say! How much do you know, and you are not afraid of heaven's retribution if you fabricate truth like this!"

How could this group of ignorant people listen to his words?

"Where did the little monk come from to speak wild words? Seeing that you are a monk, I don't speak harsh words. Could it be that there are so many of us, can we still be wrong?"

Wuqing clenched his teeth and was about to argue, when the violent storm came just in time.

The thunder and lightning startled Mr. Qian, and he was terrified, "It's a bad omen, it's a bad omen! This is the heaven's warning to me that the Great Wall will not go smoothly!"

As soon as this statement came out, the anger of the people in the restaurant towards the young prince reached its peak!

Especially when there was someone speaking for him, everyone's anger was instantly transferred to Wuqing.

Someone suddenly exclaimed: "I know! This young monk who speaks wild words must be the one who is fighting for the battle between the two heroes in the capital at the ritual ceremony!"