Twilight Cloud Returns

At the foot of the Son of Heaven, in an important place in the capital, there is such a vile act of buying and selling people.

Looking at the process that Wang Bust is so familiar with, the little monk is certainly not the first.

"This..." Wang Bust hesitated, if there were no more people, her restaurant would be closed sooner or later.

She raised her head and met Shangyun Chuxiu's frightening gaze directly. The little prince who behaved differently in the past was her difficulty at this moment.

So Wang Bust explained about buying a young lady from Chen Liuyazi.

Mr. Gui brought the freshly brewed tea, seeing that Wang Bustard was still kneeling on the ground, he didn't dare to stand up immediately, trembling with the tray in his hand.

It turned out that the little monk was cheated in front of a windmill stall.

He asked Xiang Wuqing, "Why did you stay in front of the windmill?"

It was only then that Wuqing realized that he had been deceived from the very beginning, and almost... Anger lingered between his brows.After hearing the young prince's question, he told the truth: "My junior brother Wushuang likes it, so I want to bring one back for him."

The brotherhood between them touched Yun Chuxiu. He took a sip of tea, closed the feather fan in his hand, and said meaningfully: "Mother Wang, how should you take care of a distant relative who is in love with this king?"

Wuqing didn't understand the meaning of his words, thinking that the little prince wanted to keep him in this place of fireworks, and it was a waste of his trust.

Even if he touches the pillar and dies today, he will never break the precepts again and destroy the Qingxiu.

But for some reason, Wuqing cares more about believing in the wrong person, and the anger surging in her heart is stronger than before.

Before Wang Bust could speak, Yun Chuxiu noticed the abnormal mood of the little monk—he was staring at him angrily.

Yun Chuxiu didn't know why, but Wang Bust's words quickly interrupted his thoughts.

She rolled her eyes, and shrewdly replied: "My distant relatives didn't want to disturb the little prince, so they went back to the countryside."

Yun Chuxiu put down the teacup, tapped Wang Bust's bun with a fan, "It's pretty clever."

He got up and was about to leave when he saw the young monk standing motionless on the spot, he wondered, "Aren't you going with me?"

Wuqing was still angry, "Shouldn't the little monk be in the countryside at the moment?"

Yun Chuxiu laughed heartily for a moment, and finally understood why the little monk was angry.

It's really interesting!

He subconsciously took Wuqing's cold little hand, as if remembering something important, he turned his head and said to Wang Bustard: "Mother Wang..."

As soon as Wang Bust heard the little prince calling him, his heart that had just let go immediately hung up.

Yun Chuxiu's eyes fell on Wuqing's angry eyes, "You might as well change that this king loves the new and dislikes the old. Your distant relatives couldn't bear the humiliation of the king and returned to the countryside."

"Yes yes yes..." Wang Bust quickly agreed.

But this little prince is also really strange—who wouldn't want to have a good reputation for the rest of his life?He did not do the opposite.

But Wang Bust never dared to speculate on the young prince's mind.

She was overwhelmed by the many things that happened today.

Wang Bustard and Gui Gong Gong send Yun Chuxiu away.

Wuqing couldn't figure out the little prince more and more, full of suspicion, he broke his hand away from the big palm of the little prince.

Yun Chuxiu was not annoyed at all, he had already pinpointed the little monk's weakness to death, "Why, don't you want to find your senior brother Wuchen?"

Wuqing deliberately angered him: "What if the prince has the same evil intentions as yesterday's benefactor?"

Yun Chuxiu was about to scold him for being heartless, but when she turned her head and saw the swollen look, she started to tease him for a moment.

He pushed Wuqing against the railing of the wooden ladder, and frivolously raised Wuqing's chin with the feather fan in his right hand, "This king just has bad intentions, so what can you do to me?"

Wuqing was so frightened that he pushed him away in an instant, and walked away quickly with his long gown.

It's just that it's the first time he walked around the Xanfeng Pavilion, and he couldn't find the source.

Yun Chuxiu smiled badly, "The backyard is on the left, and the carriage of the palace has parked outside the gate."

Gu Xiaorui, who was waiting for the little prince to come out at the gate of the backyard, was playing with the horsewhip boredly. With a casual glance, he saw a little bald man wearing his own little prince's clothes appearing out of nowhere.

The little bald head is indeed quite pretty.

However, the little prince is really serious, it is really inhumane to ask the young lady to shave off that black hair!

Yun Chuxiu pulled Wuqing to the front of the carriage.

Gu Xiaorui is already used to it——his little prince has done a lot of things to bring his favorite flower girl and young lady back to the palace.

He subconsciously regarded Wuqing as the young lady of the Xanfeng Pavilion.

It was time for the morning market to open on the street, and it was very lively.

Yun Chuxiu blocked everyone's eyes with her tall body, trying not to let their eyes stay on Wuqing.

It was the first time for Gu Xiaorui to see his master protecting a young lady like this.

When the people passing by saw the distinctive "cloud" character on the carriage, they knew it was the carriage of Prince Yun's mansion, and no one dared to stay nearby.

The nickname of the little prince is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Ordinary people don't want to be troubled.

The carriage drove into Prince Yun's mansion unimpeded all the way.

Wuqing followed Yun Chuxiu, felt the strange gazes of many servants, and felt a little scared.So he subconsciously grabbed Yun Chuxiu's sleeve tightly, his head almost dropped to the ground.

Yun Chuxiu saw that the little monk was so frightened, his expression darkened immediately.

Gu Xiaorui yelled at them tactfully: "The work at hand is finished? Watch out for the little prince to dig out your eyeballs!"

The servants scattered and left after hearing this.

Wuqing naively thought that the young prince was going to goug out their eyes, and immediately dissuaded him: "Prince, forgive me for talking too much. They are not at fault, why should they suffer the crime of gouging out their eyes?"

Yun Chuxiu had nothing to do with this little monk who always believed in other people's words, and there was a hint of doting in his helpless tone, "It's not to goug out, it's Gu Xiaorui trying to bluff them, as he always does."

Gu Xiaorui pouted dissatisfiedly, and secretly slandered: The little prince is also used to pretending to be gentle.

Yun Chuxiu brought Wuqing to the East Wing.

He held Wuqing's hand just now, his fingertips were cold, and he wanted to feel cold, so he specially chose the east wing room with plenty of sunlight, which was warm.

Although it is already spring, but the cold spring is expected to be chilly, if it is still cold, it is necessary to set up a few more heaters.

Although Wuqing didn't know the little prince's good intentions, he was very grateful for the little prince's willingness to help.

Gu Xiaorui grew up in the palace, so he is familiar with everything in the palace. Seeing that his lord let this young lady live in the best wing, this kind of treatment has never happened before.

Yun Chuxiu put him down for the time being, and let Gu Xiaorui enter the palace to invite Wuchen, who was supposed to live in the wing room of the Fahua Palace, here.

Wuqing saw that there was paper, ink, brush and inkstone in the room, so he sat down at the table and wrote scriptures silently with a fine brush.

Master Huijue often praised him as the most intelligent, and he has always had a photographic memory for Buddhist scriptures.

Wuqing is a monk, and the way to express his gratitude is to give scriptures to the little prince.

He has no distractions in copying, but the wide sleeves often interfere with his writing ability.

Wuqing rolled up his sleeves several times, revealing a small part of his arm that was as tender and white as a newly unearthed lotus root.

The little monk's inadvertent movements always tugged at Yun Chuxiu's heartstrings.

He looked at Wuqing's ill-fitting clothes, and he had a flash of inspiration, "Little monk, the king has to go out beforehand. Just order the servants in the mansion to wait for me when I come back."

Wuqing performed Buddhist rituals to Yun Chuxiu, "The little monk will quietly copy the scriptures and wait for the return of the prince."

It took a whole day for Yun Chuxiu to leave.

During the period, Gu Xiaorui came back from the palace, and the timing was very unfortunate. Wuchen and the others ordered that the Fahua Palace should pray for a whole day.But he has already sent someone to deliver the message quietly, and Wu Chen will definitely receive it when the ceremony is over.

After Wuqing learned about it, the big rock hanging in his heart finally landed safely.

He copied it piously until the sun was setting, and the palace was lighting the lamp.

Gu Xiaorui was guarding the door, not daring to go anywhere.

This is the person on the cusp of his little prince's heart, if he doesn't keep an eye on Yan Shi, if there is a slight wound, the little prince can peel his skin when he comes back.

Wuqing finished transcribing the "Heart Sutra" and "Ksitigarbha Sutra", and when he was about to close them, he turned to the title page, meditated for a while, and continued to write—to the little prince.

As soon as the writing brush was put back into the brush holder, Yun Chuxiu strode back from the outside with a delicate brocade box in his hand. Before he saw him, he heard his cheerful voice first: "Little monk, look at what this king brought you. What came back!"

Seeing that he was in such a happy mood, Wuqing unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, and his tone was no longer rigid, "What is in the prince's hand?"

Gu Xiaorui silently led the master to the door.

Yun Chuxiu handed the brocade box to him, "Open it yourself and have a look."

Wuqing opened it curiously, and a carefully measured sky blue spring shirt in the brocade box caught his clear eyes.

Full of joy, Yun Chuxiu picked up the spring shirt and compared it to him, "That's right, I really have excellent eyesight, and the size and style are all suitable for you."

Yun Chuxiu saw that Wuqing was still in a daze, and put the spring shirt in his hands, "Try it quickly, let me see what else needs to be changed by the garment workshop."

Wuqing thanked the young prince for his kindness, put the spring shirt back into the brocade box intact, and coldly refused: "Thank you for your kindness. It's just that Wuqing didn't wear the clothes because of an accident, it is disrespectful, and it must not be accepted anymore Things in the world of mortals."

Yun Chuxiu snorted coldly, the little monk's face was like the weather in June, it changed as soon as it said.

Does he know that this is...

That's all, love or not.

Yun Chuxiu looked at the baggy clothes on his body that obviously didn't fit well and stumbled when he took two steps, and raised his eyelids slightly: "You plan to wear my king's clothes?"

He drew his tone specially, and a cunning flashed in his eyes, "You little monk must have fallen in love with me, that's why you took my clothes."

Wuqing's face flushed immediately, he hurriedly defended, but he didn't know where to start: "Why did the prince say that? The little monk is obviously... obviously..."

Yun Chuxiu sat on the couch, smiled triumphantly and said, "Then don't hurry up and change your clothes, I don't have monks' robes here."

His gaze purposely stayed on the spring shirt in the brocade box, so Wuqing could only reply reluctantly in a low voice, "The little monk will change it first, and return it to the prince when Senior Brother Wuchen comes to pick him up."

Wuqing stood in front of the brocade box and hesitated for a long time, did he sneak a glance at Yun Chuxiu——the prince is here, how does he change his clothes?

Yun Chuxiu saw that he hesitated and hesitated to speak, and finally understood what the little monk was thinking.

He couldn't help laughing, it's not like he hasn't seen it before, why is he proud?

"Then the king is going out first, so I can take you to the Lantern Festival."

Before Wuqing could ask a question, Yun Chuxiu brought the chignon he put in the Xunfeng Hall and put it on the table.

"Remember to wear it, or your bald head will be more noticeable on the street."