Twilight Cloud Returns

Gu Xiaorui turned around obediently, squatted down and drew on the ground with a branch.

Wuqing took a step back, annoyed at Yun Chuxiu's frivolous attitude.

Yun Chuxiu took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and threw it to him, "Eat and drink like a cat, wipe your mouth."

Wuqing misunderstood him, felt a little ashamed, and lowered her head to wipe the corners of her lips.

Yun Chuxiu turned her head to look at the people who were having fun with other people's affairs and who were laughing, her eyes were filled with complex emotions that she couldn't understand clearly - she seemed to be worried, but more likely she didn't care.

He looked back at Wuqing, and suddenly smiled casually: "Little monk, you are still too young. People in the world only follow hearsay, regardless of whether it is true or not. In their eyes, the so-called explanation is just a sign of incompetence."

Wuqing still doesn't understand.

"Forget it, you are a little monk, you have lived in Buddhism for a long time, and you are far away from the troubles of the world, so you can't understand it."

Wuqing certainly couldn't empathize with him, but he only felt that the little prince was not as free and unrestrained as he appeared on the surface - he seemed to bear many unspeakable secrets on his shoulders, and these secrets were swallowing like the infinite sea of ​​purgatory.

The two continued to walk forward, and the street became more and more silent, gradually leaving only scattered stalls.

Gu Xiaorui squatted until his feet were numb, only to realize that his master had left.

He staggered and shouted as he ran: "Little prince, wait for the little one! You don't want to call out for the little one when you're done!"

The three of them had so much fun that they forgot about business until they turned to the stall where Wuqing was abducted.

A breeze blew, and the windmill inserted on the shelf turned.

Without any reason, he also forgot his real identity, and like a naughty boy, he stepped forward to pick up a toy, with a smile on his face, "My lord, which of these two Wushuang juniors do you think you will like?"

He thought that the little prince was following him, but no one responded to him for a long time.

He turned around abruptly, and the silent street was empty.

Where is the little prince?

Wuqing put down the windmill in a panic, and shouted to the empty street: "My lord! My lord!"

The only response to him was the voice of the windmill stall owner except for the sound of the wind.

He only felt that this young man looked a little familiar, as if he was similar to the monk from yesterday.

But how can a monk grow black hair overnight?

Besides, there are many similar people in the world.

The stall owner didn't take it seriously, "Young master, you lost your friend?"

There is no one else around Wuqing, as soon as he stands here, he thinks of the benefactor who deceived him yesterday.

He was terrified.

He suddenly discovered that that prodigal little prince had inadvertently given him an indescribable sense of security.

Wuqing does not want to stay here.

He ran back in the direction he had come.

Only the stall owner was left in the same place.

Wuqing returned to the center of the busy city alone.

Even though it was bustling, he still felt lonely and deserted.

The little prince left him.

Don't say whether he will be able to enter the palace to meet Brother Wuchen tomorrow, even tonight, he doesn't know where he should spend it.

When did I offend him?

Mr. Qian, the storyteller in the tavern, was still tirelessly telling about the young prince's romantic affairs.

Wuqing suddenly remembered what Young Master Rong had said to him when he was still in the Xunfeng Pavilion—do you know how many flower girls and young ladies are raised in Yun Chuxiu's palace?At most, he loves you for a few days, and then turns around to look for other lovers...

That's right, the first time I met the little prince was in the land of fireworks, the little prince naturally regarded him as a young lady who came and went as soon as he was called.

Apart from anything else, it seems that leaving themselves behind seems to be the way of their kind.

Wuqing thought wildly, and felt a little uncomfortable for the first time in his life.

Entering Buddhism, cut off six desires.

Where does this feeling come from?

Wuqing stood where he was, not knowing where to go.

A few lecherous young masters have been eyeing him for a long time.

They didn't dare to act rashly due to the fact that there was a noble young man playing with a fan at the side, which seemed very difficult to mess with.

Now this handsome little darling has placed an order out of thin air, and her gloomy appearance is even more pitiful.

Four or five of them stepped forward and surrounded him with ill intentions.

"Little beauty, tell me what your name is, and I will take you to a good place!"

They formed a human wall in front of Wuqing, and he couldn't escape the encirclement at all.

Since Wuqing experienced this morning, he knew exactly what these people were going to do to him.

He clasped his hands together, trembling all over his body, trembling at the end: "All benefactors... Please let the little monk go... The little monk will be grateful..."

Before the words were finished, the leading son and brother burst out laughing.

"Haha, did you hear what this little beauty said? He even called himself a little monk!"

"Wearing good clothes, claiming to be a little monk..." The man pondered for a while, "Is it because some noble son asked you to go, because of the interest between you?"

As soon as these words came out, these people laughed wildly.

One of them echoed, "Maybe it was raised by the noble son in white!"

"Then why is he alone?"

"I didn't please the master, so I was thrown away!"

Several people wantonly insulted Wuqing, but Wuqing just clutched the corner of his clothes, tears rolling in his eyes.

One person found out that Wuqing was about to cry, and even teased, "The beauty is crying, let me hurt you, and help you stop the tears..."

When his dirty hands raised in mid-air were about to touch Wuqing, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, and with a sudden force, his wrist was broken abruptly.

The man grinned his teeth in pain, and cursed: "Where is the Zhuzi who sneaked up on the master behind his back!"

Yun Chuxiu turned his arm, Wuqing heard a clear "click".

His face was gloomy, his starry eyes were filled with overwhelming anger, his voice was not loud but utterly shocking: "Who gave you permission to touch my people?"

The rest of the people did not dare to move immediately.

This noble young man twisted his friend's arm in two or three strokes, he must have done a good job with it.They are nothing more than three-legged cat moves, who would dare to step forward to provoke them.

The man had an arm broken, and he was helped up by his friends, and he said forcefully, "Do you know who the master is!"

"Listen well, my master's name is Zhao Darong, my uncle is Rong Xiang who has power in the court, and my cousin is his only son Rong Shao. You bastard is finished, dare you report your name!"

Yun Chuxiu was holding a small lantern in her left hand all the time, with a very displeased expression on her face.

Wuqing saw him and quickly hid behind him, holding on to the hem of his clothes, his body was still trembling.

Yun Chuxiu didn't want to deal with this kind of young man, so he turned around with Wuqing and wanted to leave, but Zhao Dayong's disciple chased after him and angered him: "Why, are you afraid after knowing your name? Apologize, and send this little beauty to Grandpa, and Grandpa will spare your dog's life."

Yun Chuxiu put the lantern in his left hand into Wuqing's palm, and said softly, "For you." Then he took off Zhao Dayong's other arm.

He raised his feather fan, "Yun Zhihui."

Zhao Darong's tragic cries echoed over the market for a long time, and the crowd of onlookers soon dispersed.

Wuqing looked at the lantern in his hand, it was a lazy cat lying down and sleeping cutely.

So, the little prince left just now to buy lanterns?

He looked up at Yun Chuxiu, who was striding forward, and he was a little afraid to ask.

After a long while, Wuqing choked out a sentence: "Where did Benefactor Gu go?"

The two walked to the dimly lit place again, Yun Chuxiu stopped, and pretended to be heartbroken and replied: "You heartless little monk, thanks to this king for giving you a lantern, you didn't even say a word of thanks, and your heart was completely hanging. On Gu Xiaorui."

Wuqing lowered his eyebrows, and said honestly as if he had done something wrong: "My little monk... I thank you, my lord..."

As soon as the words were finished, Gu Xiaorui finally appeared with candied haws in his arms.

"My lord! The little one can be considered to have found you!"

Yun Chuxiu hit him on the head with the fan handle, "How did you finally find me? I think you finally found candied haws!"

Gu Xiaorui grinned, shared with the two, and introduced candied haws to Wuqing, "Let me tell you, this is my favorite food."

Yun Chuxiu's stomach is not as big as Gu Xiaorui's, so he couldn't eat anymore, so he didn't take it, and teased him: "Just now you said that osmanthus cake is your favorite food."

Gu Xiaorui glared at him, why does his master like to tear himself down so much?

Wuqing was already full, and declined Gu Xiaorui.

Gu Xiaorui lamented that no one shared the delicious food.

The three of them returned to the windmill stall, but fortunately they bought the windmill before closing the stall.

The people in the market gradually dispersed, and the lantern festival was coming to an end.

Gu Xiaorui holds a few bags to eat, Wuqing has a lantern in his left hand and a windmill in his right, while Yun Chuxiu is like their old father, bringing the "children" home.

On the way, Wuqing asked Yun Chuxiu: "My lord, why did you give the little monk a lantern?"

"Passing by, I saw that this lantern looks somewhat similar to yours."

Wuqing raised the lantern and observed carefully, how is this cat similar to him?

Yun Chuxiu understood his doubts, and then said: "The habit of eating stains on the lips is exactly the same as that of cats."

This is the prince teasing him again.

"My lord..."

"Okay, okay, this king made a mistake again, I just don't want to tease you."

Gu Xiaorui's brain, which was only pretending to eat, finally captured the information—isn't the little bald head a little girl?Is it a young monk?

The candied haws in his mouth suddenly became unsavory.

His little prince is powerful, and now he can get the disciples of Buddhism.

The three returned to the mansion, and the servant in the palace who was in charge of delivering the message to Yun Chuxiu had been waiting in the main hall for a long time.Wu Chen asked him to bring the clothes to Wu Qing.

Gu Xiaorui grabbed a handful of gold shells as usual, and gave a reward to the servant.

Yun Chuxiu yawned big and went back to the room first.

Wuqing went back to the East Wing, changed the spring shirt, put on the robe, glanced at the desk inadvertently from the corner of the eye, and remembered that he forgot to give the young prince the scriptures he copied himself.

The little prince has already fallen asleep, so he can only wait until tomorrow morning to send it off.

Gu Xiaorui knocked on the door and came in, and asked his servants to set up a heater in the wing room.

Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings.

Wuqing was sorry to bother some people, but thanked them one by one devoutly.

The servants did not dare to stay longer in the master's house, and left quickly after lighting the stove.

Gu Xiaorui is different from them, he is like a half master in the palace, although he doesn't know why the little prince treats him so well.

He looked at Wuqing who was dressed as a real monk, and asked in surprise, "Are you really a monk?"

Wuqing clasped his hands together, "I didn't intend to hide my crime, I didn't intend to hide it, for fear of affecting the reputation of Huishan Temple."

Gu Xiaorui scratched his head in shame, before he mistakenly thought that this was the young prince's new young lady, it was really blasphemy.

Seeing that Wuqing folded the spring shirt neatly and put it back into the brocade box, he didn't intend to take it away, so he subconsciously asked, "You... Master, don't you plan to take it away?"

"Amitabha, this little monk is a monk, how can he accept the things of the world? It's just that I have to break the rules tonight, and I must never accept the favor of the prince again."

Gu Xiaorui heard this reasoning, and sighed: "It's a pity that this brocade, the little prince will definitely not give it to others to wear."

"This is the best Tianguangyun silk satin. It is light and light, but it can resist the wind and cold and generate warmth. The Yun clan only produces three pieces a year. The little prince himself is usually reluctant to use it to cut clothes. The little one didn't expect him to find it. I made a spring shirt for the master."