Twilight Cloud Returns

It is true that as the little prince said, his hair without black hair is really too outstanding.

After a while, Wuqing pushed open the door and came out.

Yun Chuxiu and Gu Xiaorui were squatting at the base of the wall, and they were counting the stars boredly with the weeds that they picked up randomly in the yard in their mouths.

Wuqing was not used to the long gowns of ordinary people, standing in front of the door, rubbing the corners of the clothes nervously with delicate and slender fingers like jade onions, not daring to lift her head.

Gu Xiaorui was the first to see it, and he was stunned. Where did this come from?

He poked with his elbow to remind the prince beside him, "Little prince, the person on the tip of your heart has come out..."

Looking back, Yun Chuxiu stared blankly for a moment.

The misty azure color and indistinct temperament seem to be natural, and the faint cloud pattern embroidered with silver silk on the clothes makes him look like a celestial being living in the cloud palace.

Yun Chuxiu got up slowly, approaching Wuqing with possessive steps.

He wanted to trap this person in the palace for life and death, regardless of his precepts and rules, he only wanted the young monk alone.

Wuqing felt the little prince's aggressive aura, and subconsciously backed away.

Yun Chuxiu pressed his shoulder directly, but her tone was exceptionally gentle, "Don't move."

Wuqing didn't dare to move now.

Yun Chuxiu turned behind him, pulled up the hair in the fake bun that was scattered on his shoulders, took out a jade hairpin from the top of her head, and fixed it.

Wuqing caressed her rolled up bun, and an inexplicable throbbing spread in her heart.

"Let's go, the lantern festival in the capital is about to start, I will take you to enjoy the lantern festival."

Yun Chuxiu raised his handsome profile and spread his palms.

Wuqing tightly tucked his hands into his sleeves, his face was so red that it was tender and charming, he asked, "Why did the prince bring the little monk to enjoy the lantern?"

Yun Chuxiu saw that the pedantic and old-fashioned little monk was reluctant to even extend his hand to him, and sighed, "Oh, what a little heartless one, I made you clothes for nothing, and I don't want to let the king touch my hand..."

Wuqing was molested again, his face flushed, and he said angrily: "Please pay attention to the proprietor's words."

Yun Chuxiu stopped teasing him, and answered his question just now, "Aren't you going to buy a windmill for your junior brother? You will enter the palace tomorrow, and if you don't go shopping in the market tonight, you are afraid that your poor little junior brother will get windmills." Missed."

It turned out that the prince was still thinking about the windmill, and the warmth in Wuqing's heart lingered.

Gu Xiaorui, who followed the two out of the palace gate, became more and more uncomfortable. He hadn't reported to the little prince about entering the palace today, so why did he know about it?

Gu Xiaorui walked two steps faster and asked curiously.

Yun Chuxiu replied: "This king grew up in the imperial city. Don't you know all kinds of etiquette? Monks enter the palace to pray and pray, to educate everyone. They always hold the ceremony on the first day, and then take a rest for two days, and then go to Purdue. sentient beings."

Gu Xiaorui finally understands, the little prince is playing tricks on himself!

He folded his hands on his chest and said resentfully: "You know that you still let the little one go in vain."

Yun Chuxiu flicked his bony fingers on his round belly, laughed and said, "Let you lose weight."

Wuqing was also amused by the interesting dialogue between the master and the servant.This little prince is different from all the pilgrims he has seen. Even though he is bohemian, he is humorous and helpful.

After coming out of Prince Yun's Mansion, one more street is the bustling evening market.

The Lantern Festival really lives up to its name, with all kinds of lanterns hanging everywhere, some made of cute animals, some painted pictures of ladies or inscribed poems on the surface of the lanterns... Wuqing has never seen these novelty things in Huishan Temple. Seeing it, he couldn't help but stop and linger.

Yun Chuxiu bowed her head and asked softly, "Which one do you like? I will buy it for you."

Wuqing shook his head, Master often taught them that they would not be rewarded for their merits, not to mention that the purpose of this trip was to buy a windmill for Junior Brother Wushuang.

He was just about to put his palms together to salute, "Amitabha, I thank the prince for your kindness, and the monk is still the green lantern in the most happy temple."

Yun Chuxiu didn't believe it!

As the so-called random flowers gradually become charming, this young monk who has just entered the world will be defeated by the red and green lanterns sooner or later.

In addition to a wide variety of lanterns, the Lantern Festival also has all kinds of snacks and juggling.

Not far away, the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance from the sweet-scented osmanthus cake reminded Wuqing of the tall and straight golden osmanthus tree in Huishan Temple.When it comes to blooming season, he and his fellow apprentices pick up the sweet-scented osmanthus that falls on the ground with the wind, some of which are used to make tea, which is fragrant and fragrant; the rest are used to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

But just two days away from the temple, Wuqing feels like a lifetime away.

Gu Xiaorui is a gourmet, he loves the sweet-scented osmanthus cake the most, so he went to the stall first and bought a pack.

Just out of the pan, the osmanthus cake is steaming hot, crispy and soft, and the rich bean paste inside flows out after a bite.

He picked up a piece with chopsticks, "Little prince, try it quickly!"

Yun Chuxiu took the chopsticks and handed them to Wuqing's lips, full of anticipation, "The sweet-scented osmanthus cake at the Lantern Festival is sweeter than the one at the usual store, try it soon!"

Wuqing couldn't resist his kindness, so he took a bite along the chopsticks, and the sweet red bean paste overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Yun Chuxiu wiped off the bean paste from the corner of his lips with her firm thumb, and put it in her mouth, not knowing if she was praising the pastry, her eyes lingered on Wuqing's pink lips.

"It's so sweet."

Wuqing nodded, pointing to the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, "It's much sweeter than what the brothers in Huishan Temple made by themselves."

After he finished speaking, he no longer dared to look up at the young prince.

The action just now made him a little flustered.

After eating this and thinking about that, Gu Xiaorui took the two of them back and forth through the crowded streets, and he bought all the tuckahoe cakes, nougat, and dragon beard crisps.

Wuqing was also fed by Yun Chuxiu until her stomach was about to swell.

The three of them ordered a pot of Xiaoshi tea at a tea stand in the downtown area.

Master has repeatedly warned that meals should be eaten in moderation, not to be greedy for too much, and not to be picky about taste.

However, since Wuqing entered the capital, he couldn't count how many rules were broken by the little prince in the past two days.

Tomorrow, after entering the palace and reuniting with senior brother Wu Chen, he will pay homage to the Buddha devoutly to atone for his recent sins.

Yun Chuxiu is wearing plain brocade, and the moon white looks unrestrained and uninhibited on the radiant street; Wuqing is wearing a sky-blue spring shirt, drinking tea with his head bowed, and the darkening night can't hide his handsome appearance.

At the lantern festival, no matter men, women or children, they secretly stared at these two young masters with outstanding faces.

A few bold girls, with shy faces, ran to the tea table, threw carefully sewn purses at Yun Chuxiu, and left.

Gu Xiaorui sighed and returned the purse for his master.

Wuqing didn't understand the relationship between a man and a woman, so he put down his teacup and asked curiously, "What do you mean by sending a purse?"

Yun Chuxiu folded the feather fan in his hand and whispered back: "Express your admiration for the man."

At this moment alone, there are several beside his teacup.

Wuqing felt extremely awkward for no reason, he felt that those purses were very disturbing.

Fortunately, Gu benefactor had sharp eyes and returned them one by one, otherwise he would have stuffed them back.

As soon as this idea came out, Wuqing was taken aback. What kind of boundless thoughts are these?

He shook his head, trying to get those thoughts out of his head.

Seeing his weird behavior, Yun Chuxiu deliberately joked: "What, are you jealous?"

Although he didn't know what the little prince meant by being jealous, but his intuition told him that it must be the young prince's words to tease him again.

Wuqing hastily denied it.

Yun Chuxiu looked up to the sky and sighed, "Oh, my heart is about to break."

As soon as the words were finished, Gu Xiaorui came back out of breath.

These few trips completely wiped out the cakes in his stomach.

Gu Xiaorui gulped down his tea, "My lord, from now on, you will do all the things that offend others by yourself. When those girls took back their purses, they were all crying, and the little maids who followed them almost beat the little one to death. !"

Yun Chuxiu knocked him on the head with the handle of the fan, "It's okay, the palace has high-quality gold-chuang medicine, and I will reward you when the time comes."

Gu Xiaorui stuck out his tongue at him, what kind of master is this!

After drinking half a stick of incense, a storyteller came to the tavern opposite the tea stall, and everyone stopped to listen to his storytelling.

"Mr. Qian, what novel story do you want to tell today?" The big man asked wildly while drinking, "Something so I can drink!"

Mr. Qian, who was called Mr. Qian, thought for a while, stroked his beard and said, "How about telling the story of our little prince Yun in Beijing today?"

The big man waved his hand, "No, no. What good stories does he have? Besides visiting brothels, he goes to brothels. Wen can't recite poems, martial arts can't hold spears, and he has a flirtatious nature. I don't like to listen!"

When Wuqing heard that this person was indiscriminate, he would slander others' reputation, even if he was not a disciple of Buddhism, he could not help but speak morally.

He was about to get up to argue with him, but Yun Chuxiu held him down, expressing his interest in the story Mr. Qian was about to tell.

"The night is long anyway, let's just listen."

Mr. Qian chuckled, "This old man must like to listen to what this old man said, and it also involves Rongxiang's son."

As soon as these words came out, everyone became interested.

Hearing Xingmu's slap, Mr. Qian began to tell a story with more details, which was about the dispute between the young prince and Rong Shao in the Xunfeng Pavilion this morning.

Regardless of Mr. Qian's age, the story was told vividly, and the erotic scene was astonishing, as if he was there.

It was originally a simple matter, but in the mouth of Mr. Qian, it became the person that the little prince robbed Young Master Rong, and the two fought in the Xunfeng Pavilion.Hearing that the young man had blocked the knife for Young Master Rong, the little prince sent him back to the countryside in a fit of anger.

The affairs of princes and nobles have always been the talk of the people in the capital after dinner.

The more Wuqing listened, the more angry he became. Why did this benefactor distort the facts for no reason?

Yun Chuxiu saw that the pedantic and old-fashioned little monk could also blow his hair, so he hurriedly took him away.

According to his temperament, Bao Buqi had to go up to lecture with Mr. Qian.

Before leaving, Gu Xiaorui followed his master's wishes, took out a silver ingot from the money bag, and threw it to Mr. Qian's small square table.

Seeing the young prince's back, Mr. Qian cupped his hands and thanked him: "Thank you for your reward, noble young master."

The three walked through the crowded center.

Yun Chuxiu was lazily humming a little Jiangnan song that was popular in the capital.

Wu Qing couldn't understand, followed his pace and asked: "Why isn't the prince annoyed? They didn't tell the truth, why didn't they clarify?"

Yun Chuxiu stopped, and Wu Qing also stopped.The latter raised his still slightly angry face, and his clear eyes were full of doubts.

But he only cared about being angry, and didn't notice the tea stain left on the corner of his lips when drinking tea.

Yun Chuxiu leaned over, subconsciously reaching out her big hand towards his lips.