Twilight Cloud Returns

Even though this is the case, in the minds of the people of Liangzhou, the impression that the Xiongnu and Yi people are vicious has long been deeply ingrained and it is difficult to change.

Regardless of Xiaofu's dissuasion, Wuqing decided to go to the garment factory in the east of the city to have a look.

When the two came to the east of the city, there was indeed a garment factory called Qinghe, but the door was closed, and rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves piled up in front of it.

A woman who happened to pass by with a vegetable basket slung over her arm walked to Qinghe Garment Factory. She spat in disgust at first, and then threw a broken egg vigorously in front of the door.

The yellow egg liquid splashed all over the place, Xiaofu hurriedly and cleverly stood in front of Wuqing, so as not to let the pickled things get dirty on the young master's clothes.

But the rotten eggs were too fishy, ​​and Xiaofu felt sick when he smelled them.He thought to himself: Fortunately, it didn't splash on the young master, otherwise the general will know how to punish him when he goes back to see him.

Wuqing was sullen, blocked the woman's way, and asked, "What's wrong with this man, that he is treated like this?"

Her husband lost a leg because of the war. He hated the Xiongnu to the bone, and only wanted to eat their flesh and drink their blood.Just hating in her heart, someone actually blocked her way and condemned her.

She raised her head angrily, only to realize that in front of her was a handsome Han gentleman. Most of the anger in her heart disappeared immediately, and she said in a slightly calmer tone: "Young master, I advise you not to meddle in your own business. The proprietress of this house is a Hun The Yi people are at fault."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, a gust of wind blew off the headscarf of the grocery shopping woman, revealing her true face.

The vegetable stall owner recognized her, immediately snatched the vegetables from her hand, and said viciously: "You Hun, hurry back to the desert, if you come to Liangzhou, I will beat you to the ground to find your teeth!"

The woman pursed her lips tightly and quickly wrapped the scarf covering her face. When she was about to leave in aggrieved way, the woman grabbed her wrist and tore off the scarf.

"Hey! Who am I? Isn't this Su Heshi, the wife of Wei Yao from Qinghe Garment Factory!"

The turban fluttered in the wind and hung on a bare tree branch.

She seemed to be very afraid of people, and she didn't want people to recognize her. Her eager eyes followed the kerchief, and she wanted to pick up the kerchief, but the woman mistakenly thought she was going to run away.

The latter grabbed her vigorously and yelled loudly, for fear that other people would not hear: "Su Heshi, you came to Liangzhou a few years ago, and our neighbors treated you well! You white-eyed wolf will take revenge! , your clansmen slaughtered wantonly in Liangzhou, and my husband lost a leg because of it. If I don’t kill you little bitch today, I can’t get rid of my hatred!”

Su Heyue tilted his head, and Wuqing saw her appearance clearly, she was very pitiful, but there was a scar on the eyebrows and eyes that seemed to be left by a burn, which made her look ugly and faceless.

Su Heyue covered the scar with his other hand, and begged bitterly: "Miss Liu, my sister apologizes to you on behalf of the clan, please spare my sister..."

"Don't get involved with my older sister and younger sister here!" Mrs. Liu put down her vegetable basket, seeing that she was bound to fight Su Heyue.

Liu Niangzi is tall and tall, Su Heyue is petite, and a discerning eye can tell the winner or loser at a glance.

The people around all watched with cold eyes, and continued to shout about their own business, but no one dissuaded them.

Lady Liu raised her hand, and a loud slap landed on Su Heyue's face, the red marks on her five fingers were clearly visible.

Mrs. Liu was not relieved at all. When she was about to hit the other half of her face with her palm, she was forced to stop.

Wuqing grabbed her wrist angrily, and said righteously: "It is the warlike Huns who are killing in Liangzhou, so what have you to do with this powerless woman!"

"Just because those thieves belong to her clan? There are good and bad people in the same clan, how can we generalize them!"

Mrs. Liu couldn't say anything about the son of a scholar who was full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, she pushed Wuqing away, and said arrogantly and unreasonably: "Seeing that you are a Han, you don't care much about you, why do you turn your elbows away?"

Wuqing's strength was weak, so he staggered a few steps back, but fortunately Xiaofu supported him.

Su Heyue looked up and saw clearly Wuqing who had been reasoning for him, and said gratefully with tears in his eyes: "Thank you, young master, for your righteous words... It's just that the matter of the slave family has troubled young master, so I'm really sorry..."

Mrs. Liu kicked Su Heyue relentlessly, and she fell to the ground, clutching her stomach and screaming for pain.

Mrs. Liu rode on her, pulled her hair, and slapped her face furiously while cursing.

Wuqing was originally a bodhisattva, he didn't know where the stubbornness came from, he stepped forward and dragged Lady Liu up.

This tugging, although Su Heyue was temporarily spared the pain of slapping, Wuqing completely angered everyone.

The passers-by who had stood by and watched put down their work one after another, and the crowd besieged the two angrily.

Wuqing helped Su Heyue up, clenched his fists without any stage fright.

It is the war that should be condemned the most, not the innocent people who suffer from it.

Xiao Fu hugged the branch beside him, his legs were trembling, and he tremblingly said: "Let me tell you... this is Mr. Qing who helped our Great Zhou win the battle... If you touch him, the General I won't let you go..."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone laughed.

Mrs. Liu pinched her waist and said disdainfully: "You don't need to bring Mr. Qing if you want to put gold on your face! Mr. Qing is such a high-minded person, how can you speak for a Hun girl who deserves to die!"

She turned her head and said to Wuqing: "I said you son is asking for trouble. Since you must protect the Huns, don't blame us for being rude!"

Several burly men swung their fists and hit the two of them mercilessly.

Wuqing tried her best to protect Su Heyue, covering her with her whole body.He never forgets the "goodness" taught by Master Huijue.

Su Heyue hid under his shade, cried and said: "My lord, you and I don't know each other! You'd better leave quickly, don't suffer this innocent disaster..."

Wuqing endured the fists that fell on his body like a majestic rain, and he said firmly: "There is no mistake and don't suffer from unreasonable disasters. Someone will definitely make the decision for you."

Xiaofu also received several heavy punches, he nimbly got out of the air, and ran all the way back to the general's mansion to rescue the soldiers in a panic.

While Wei Yao was dozing off, he woke up and couldn't see his wife, so he anxiously looked for her in the backyard.

He suddenly heard a lot of noise in the street, fearing that Yue'er was being beaten again, he immediately opened the door to find out.

The stench of rotten vegetables piled up in front of the door blocked his way.

Wei Yao angrily kicked them all away, and came to the front of the trouble.

Sure enough, it was Yue'er.

He pushed aside the crowd, a young man in white was protecting Yue'er, but the corner of the young man's mouth was oozing blood.

Wei Yao went back and took off the long and thick bolt on the back of the door, and hit those people who couldn't tell right from wrong with a stick, standing in front of the two of them, he said viciously: "I see who dares to touch my wife!"

Lady Liu still wanted to point, but Wei Yao swung his stick forward, scared her so much that she hid behind the others and dared not speak.

The men are not afraid of him, and they are about to clean up all together.

At the critical moment, Yun Chuxiu arrived.He flicked the feather fan backhand, and the sharp crescent knife was exposed, directly touching a person's throat.

His face was gloomy, and the anger in his chest was about to explode immediately.

When welcoming the army to enter the customs, Liu Niangzi saw the general Zhenyuan riding a horse at the front, and instantly recognized Yun Chuxiu.

Where did she expect that an ordinary dispute could provoke a general?

Could it be that that little boy is really Mr. Qing?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Liu immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed vigorously, and stammered: "I... I kowtow... I kowtow... I kowtow to the general..."

When the rest of the people heard that the person in front of them was actually a general, they were frightened and immediately knelt down.The tongue seems to pass through the air in advance, and it is tied in unison: "Knock...Kowtow...the great general..."

Wei Yao couldn't believe this General Zhenyuan who had destroyed the enemy, he still maintained the self-defense posture just now, and it was Su Heyue who pulled him to kneel down to salute.

Wuqing knew that he would definitely come, and covered his arm with slender fingers, "Zhihuan, put away the fan."

Accompanied by the sound of the folding fan, the feather fan returned to Yun Chuxiu's waist again.As soon as he turned his head, he saw blood was still oozing from Wuqing's lips, and immediately kicked the kneeling person in front of him to the ground.

Everyone didn't dare to speak, and the bustling street just now became quiet in an instant.

Xiaofu was at the side at the right time and explained the ins and outs in detail. After Yun Chuxiu finished listening, she pointed to Mrs. Liu who was kneeling and shivering, "Get up and answer."

"Yes……"

Lady Liu restrained all her arrogance before, and stood there like an innocent woman.

"The general asks you, is Su He the one who cut off your husband's leg?"

Mrs. Liu replied tremblingly: "It's not...it's not..."

"The Su He family invaded the Great Zhou Dynasty and burned, killed, and looted in Liangzhou!" Yun Chuxiu glared, her tone subconsciously increased, and Madam Liu knelt on the ground again in fright, "Return to the general... the general... no... …no……"

The men refused to accept it, and straightened their backs and replied: "But the people of the Su He clan slaughtered the people of Liangzhou!"

Yun Chuxiu walked up to him, "If this general kills you here today, wouldn't it be the same as the Holy Majesty taking your life indiscriminately!"

As soon as he heard the word "Holy Majesty", the man's high fighting spirit was extinguished immediately, he stopped arguing and waited honestly.

Yun Chuxiu said sadly: "Liangzhou has suffered greatly from the war, and this general can understand. The Huns launched a war and displaced you, but the Huns, as ordinary people, are just like you, ordinary people. It was the fault of the Huns. And why blame it on an innocent woman?"

The people below lowered their heads silently.

Yun Chuxiu weighed it over and over again, if he punished a few people for this, he was afraid that the people's hearts would be unstable, so he finally waved his hand and let them go without punishing them.

Lady Liu and others left gratefully.

Although the wicked were not punished, some people complained for them, Wei Yao and Su Heyue were already very grateful to Yun Chuxiu and Wuqing.

Yun Chuxiu turned her head to look at Wuqing, distressed and angry.

Wuqing's eyes fell on the turban hanging high on the branch, and Yun Chuxiu's eyes fell into the action of struggling to get the turban.

Yun Chuxiu stretched out his hand slightly, and the silk scarf was already in his hand.

After the property was returned to its original owner, he snorted jealously—this little wild cat is still learning how to save the beauty like the hero in the book!

When Yun Chuxiu wanted to take him back, Wuqing suddenly remembered the real purpose of coming here and stopped.

Xiaofu hugged the Tianguangyun silk satin that had been put away, Wuqing asked: "I wonder if the boss can use this silk and satin to weave clothes?"

Wei Yao recognized the Tianguangyun produced by the Yun Clan at a glance, he hesitated for a moment before replying: "In the early years, Caomin sewed a Tianguangyun with his master, maybe you can give it a try."