Twilight Cloud Returns

Gu Xiaorui muttered, and realized that he seemed to have said something he shouldn't have said, so he hurriedly resigned.

And Wuqing was lying on the bed, and as the night deepened, his consciousness became more and more clear.

He looked at the brocade box on the table under the bright moonlight.

Little prince...why did you give him such expensive clothes...

It made him really uncomfortable.

Wuqing tossed and turned.

The sound of beating the watch came to his ears, and it turned out that it was already the ugly hour.

Wuqing simply sat up, and said to himself: "Maybe it's because I changed a place, and it's hard to fall asleep."

He lit the lamp oil, walked to the desk, and prepared to silently write scriptures to meditate, but as soon as he sat down, he saw the two Buddhist scriptures that had not yet been delivered, and he couldn't calm down even more.

Just as I was about to pick up my pen, I came across the cat lantern, but the lamp oil inside had already been burned out, and now it is as peaceful as an old monk in meditation.

Wuqing's eyes stayed on the Buddhist scriptures again, "In case you leave in a hurry tomorrow and forget to hand it to the prince..."

For some reason, Wuqing decided to deliver the scriptures now and put them at the door so that the little prince could see them when he opened the door, which was also an expression of his gratitude.

He put on his clothes, and as soon as he opened the door, the bitter cold air rushed towards him.

If it weren't for the huge difference in temperature inside and outside the house, Wuqing would not have noticed how warm the room was, and the fires in the four small stoves had never been extinguished.

An inexplicable emotion flashed from the bottom of his eyes.

As soon as Wuqing walked out, the guard who was watching the night in the corridor came out cleverly, "Are you going to take a rest?"

Wuqing clenched the two scriptures in his hands, and his upper and lower lips began to fight with the chill, "Excuse me...the benefactor, where is the room of the king..."

Now everyone in the palace can see how much the young prince attaches importance to this young monk, and the servant dare not neglect him, "You are new here, and you are not familiar with the palace, can I take you to find the prince?"

Wuqing nodded gratefully, "Amitabha, thank you benefactor."

The East Wing is not very far from Yun Chuxiu's room, just across a small garden.

Wuqing originally thought that the little prince had already fallen asleep, but unexpectedly the room was still brightly lit with candles.

"My lord's room is here, the younger one will leave first."

Wu Qing had always been weak, and his exposed ears were red from the cold.He stood in front of the door, wondering whether to knock on the door, what if the little prince just has the habit of going to bed with a light on?

When he was breathing out, the door was suddenly pulled open——Gu Xiaorui held a basin of blood and shouted in surprise: "Master? It's frosty and dew outside, why are you here?"

When Yun Chuxiu heard the sound, she turned her head and saw Wuqing was frozen in place, trembling all over.

He was naked from the upper body, the wound on his chest was still oozing blood, he didn't bother to apply the medicine, he got up straight, and pulled Wu Qing in.

I wanted to reprimand him for running out regardless of Tianhan, but Yun Chuxiu's heart softened instantly when he touched his hands that were about to become numb. ?”

Wu Qing's gaze still stayed on the shocking pool of blood, he didn't care to answer the little prince's question, and asked Gu Xiaorui directly, with a hint of anxiety in his tone: "Why was the prince injured?"

Gu Xiaorui replied honestly: "The lord is already injured. Let go of the fact that he was involved in fighting with those disciples at the lantern festival..."

"Hurry up and leave!" Yun Chuxiu interrupted Gu Xiaorui with a gloomy expression, and the latter immediately closed the door and left.

Yun Chuxiu was only thinking about Wuqing's cold little hands, so she asked him to sit down, and personally moved the heater on one side to him, "Come and warm your hands."

Wuqing tremblingly raised the scripture in his hand, "Little... I am afraid that I will forget it in a hurry tomorrow... so I want to put it in front of the porch..."

This little monk is still thinking about giving himself scriptures!

Yun Chuxiu beamed with joy, and took the scriptures as if she had found a treasure.

Wuqing opened his hands to dry above the stove, and soon he smelled a fresh fragrance.

It can't be the kind of spice that makes one's body soft in the Xunfeng Restaurant again.

Wuqing immediately stood up in horror, covering his mouth and nose with his wide sleeves.

Yun Chuxiu picked up the underwear at the side and was wearing it leisurely. Seeing Wuqing's reaction, she became very playful.

With his arms open, he looked like he was even more of a jerk than Rong Changkun.

A pair of star eyes raised up, deliberately teasing him: "This spice is stronger than that of the Nanfeng Pavilion, and it will keep your consciousness still and your body can't move around..."

As soon as Wu Qing heard what he said, he knew that this man was lying again, without any seriousness.

He put down his sleeves with peace of mind, his pretty eyebrows were full of anger, "My lord, you are lying again..."

Seeing that the little monk didn't believe it, Yun Chuxiu said unexpectedly: "The little monk doesn't believe me anymore, alas, my heart really hurts..."

I don't know if it was the light of the fire, or Wuqing's body temperature came up, his face was flushed, like a ripe apple in autumn, tender and charming.

Yun Chuxiu stopped teasing him, and explained: "Don't worry, this is a spice made from magnolia flowers, not the kind of pickled things in restaurants."

Wuqing sat on the chair and continued to warm his hands, but the little prince was out of shape, and his clothes were not properly dressed. He just exposed his chest in such a big way, and the wounds on it pierced into Wuqing's eyes .

His head was so low that it was close to the stove, and he said awkwardly for a while, "My lord...you should fasten your clothes first..."

"Why, can't you see this king's figure?" Yun Chuxiu raised her eyebrows playfully.

Why does it always misinterpret his original intention when the words come out of the little prince's mouth?

Wuqing argued: "You...you are so indecent..."

Yun Chuxiu pretended to be contemplative, "It's indecent... But there are only you and me in the room, and this is what happens when I am alone. Don't you monks pay attention to how you can sit still even if you are surrounded by beauty? This king How does the test test you?"

This man can distort the truth!

But the appearance of the little prince is indeed unparalleled in the world.

Sometimes Wuqing really couldn't help taking a few more glances, so he simply closed his eyes, "Since the prince is so confident, then the little monk just doesn't look at it."

This little monk really knows how to cut corners!

Yun Chuxiu turned around and continued to apply the medicine.

Originally, Gu Xiaorui did this job, so this guy must have been lazy.

He could only lower his head and sprinkle the powder on it, but the powder has strong medicinal properties, and it hurts unbearably when it is sprinkled, and Yun Chuxiu will shake his hands involuntarily, so that the long opening has not been covered by the powder for a long time.

Wuqing saw that the usually lively little prince suddenly became silent, and quietly opened one eye to look around - he saw that the little prince was struggling to apply medicine to himself.

Wuqing remembered that when he was in a trance in the Xunfeng Hall, he vaguely saw that the little prince was injured, and what Gu Xiaorui said just now...

Seeing that his forehead was covered with sweat from the pain, Wuqing was moved with compassion.

He got up and turned to Yun Chuxiu, half squatted down, picked up the medicine bottle on the table, his face was red as if dripping blood, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito buzzing in his ears: "Let... let Xiao... little monk Come help the prince..."

Wuqing's fingers, which are more delicate than just exposed bamboo shoot tips, clamped the neck of the bottle, and knocked it down cautiously.

The powder floated out in strands and strands.

Yun Chuxiu had never seen Wuqing take the initiative to love him so much. When the powder was about to fall on the wound, he deliberately leaned back slightly, perfectly staggering the flying powder.

Wuqing felt a little guilty for wasting the good Jinchuang medicine—how could it be a disservice?

Yun Chuxiu pretended to be unwell, and coughed lightly: "You are too far away from me, how can you sprinkle the medicine powder on the wound?"

Wuqing raised her head, her pure and innocent eyes met Shangyun Chuxiu's radiant eyes, and bowed her head again in an instant.

"Yes...the monk is farther away..." He moved two steps forward, feeling that he was going to be pressed against the young prince's chest in the next moment.

Wuqing's hands trembled inexplicably, and he murmured for no reason: "This time, I should be able to sprinkle..."

He concentrated on the wound and applied the medicine evenly with gentle movements.

The pleasant fragrance of magnolia flowers that filled the room enveloped the two of them, as if they were bathed in the spring breeze filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Wuqing got up and picked up the clean white cloth on the table, imitating the way the master once bandaged the benefactor injured by hunting, and wrapped the little prince layer by layer.

His fingers with a touch of coolness traveled from his chest to his back, and then back to his chest, where he stepped on the cat's pads lightly, leaving no trace but itching unbearably.

There was a fire in Yun Chuxiu's chest, which ignited violently.

His hands on his knees could not help but clenched into fists, and his Adam's apple slid up and down unconsciously.

Wuqing didn't know what dangerous changes had taken place in the little prince's body that she sincerely helped, and she was still concentrating on tying the last knot.

After the dressing was finished, he was about to get up, but Yun Chuxiu grabbed his slender hand and brought it into his arms.

Wuqing turned his back to Yun Chuxiu, startled by this sudden movement.He sat on the lap of the little prince, his hands were clamped, and his eyes were full of horror.

He desperately wanted to escape from this embrace, struggling uneasily.

Yun Chuxiu pressed her chest against his back, felt the softness of his body, and said softly: "If you move around again, my wound will open again."

Wuqing didn't dare to move, but he couldn't let the little prince hold him.

He lowered his eyes and bit his lip tightly.Recalling everything he had experienced from the Xunfeng Pavilion to the present in the Yunwang Mansion, he was somehow stunned and taken to the land of Fengyue as a young lady, and was almost insulted.

I thought that meeting the little prince would allow me to rendezvous with Senior Brother Wu Chen, but I didn't expect to stay there for a whole day, and at the end I would be forced to hug him, the tears of grievance were like beads with a broken thread, and they burst into tears in an instant. down.

Noticing that the little monk's body was still trembling, Yun Chuxiu poked her head in front of him, only then saw that Wuqing's face was full of tears.

Yun Chuxiu panicked immediately, he quickly let go of Wuqing, tied up his clothes, and apologized in panic: "Ben... I was wrong... I shouldn't tease you, I shouldn't play with you, and I shouldn't hug you Damage your Qingxiu. Everything is my fault, don't cry anymore, okay?"

Wuqing had never been away from Huishan Temple and his brothers for such a long time, all the fear of being in a strange place was aroused, and turned into tears, dripping down.

He sobbed, "Little... little monk..."

Yun Chuxiu thought that Wuqing was going to scold him, so she found a handkerchief to wipe his tears for him, and coaxed: "It's nothing, just scold me after crying, we don't worry."

Wuqing burst into laughter, took the handkerchief to wipe away the tears, and said embarrassingly: "My lord...Your Majesty...you really have to keep your promise, don't play tricks on the little monk anymore..."

Yun Chuxiu nodded solemnly, "One word from a gentleman is hard to follow."

It's getting late, and the little monk will have to get up early to enter the palace tomorrow.

Yun Chuxiu took out the cloak and put it on for him, and sent him back to the East Wing.

Wuqing's head is curled up on the furry cloak, so cute.

The two walked to the East Wing without a word.

Wuqing took it off and wanted to return it to Yun Chuxiu, who waved his hand and said, "Just put it in the room, and someone will clean it up tomorrow."

Wuqing clasped his hands together and performed the Buddhist salute: "May the benefactor have a good sleep."

He blew out the candle and lay in bed for a long time unable to fall asleep.

Yun Chuxiu leaned against the frost-covered window, and finally sighed: "Little monk, can you return to vulgarity and marry me?"