Twilight Cloud Returns

Chu Mohen stopped for a while, then turned and left.

Yun Zheng sat down on the edge of the bed unceremoniously, taking Yun Chuxiu's pulse, and said relaxedly: "Don't worry, I won't die."

Only then did Wuqing let out a long sigh of relief, but Yun Zheng began to be reluctant. He pointed at Wuqing and said dissatisfied with Yun Chuxiu: "Your little man, since he knew about my son's private house in Yangzhou, Whenever you sneeze and cough, run to me."

Yun Chuxiu naturally defended her shortcomings, raised her eyebrows and said: "With your temperament, how many living things can there be in the house? Ah Qing made two more trips to give you a little stranger, and confiscating your money is considered polite."

Yun Zheng was so angry that he jumped up immediately, but he couldn't speak the eloquent young master, so he had to hold his breath in his heart.

Wuqing poured a cup of tea to ease the bickering between the two, "Mr. Yunzheng, please use tea."

Yun Zheng gulped down his stomach, and his eye sockets were stained with mist by the heat of the tea. Under his pair of peach blossom eyes, he looked tearful and extremely aggrieved.

He scolded and said: "My son managed to save enough money to redeem Yingying from Cangchun Pavilion and place her in the mansion. You are good, the young master will go to Cangchun Pavilion in person so that I will not let me have fun. I carried me out from Yingying's incense couch, and this young gentleman of yours is even more extreme, as soon as I touched Yingying's hand, he broke into the door, and Yingying was so scared that she hid in the inner room and refused to come out!"

The more Yun Zheng spoke, the more excited he became, "You people whose surname is Yun are determined not to make me happy!"

Wuqing blushed and apologized for disturbing Mr. Yunyu, "I hope you will understand, after all, human life is at stake..."

Yun Chuxiu never expected such a coincidence every time, he joked: "Why don't you want to perform Zhougong's ceremony next time, first find a master to calculate and see if it is an auspicious time?"

This time, Yun Zheng was completely annoyed, and he threatened: "Don't think that you are the young master of the Yun clan, so I dare not touch you. Next time, I will poison you in the medicine..."

The two were arguing, and Wuqing recalled what Yunzheng said just now, and there seemed to be something wrong...

He suddenly thought of it - when did Zhi Huan go to Cangchun Pavilion to meet Yun Zheng?

As soon as you hear the name Cangchun Pavilion, you know that it is definitely not a place for arty chess and tea.

Wuqing's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he shot at Yun Chuxiu, who looked at him, and couldn't help shivering with fright...

Yun Zheng smelled something bad, and he sat down obediently in an instant.

With a cold face and a voice as cold as ice, Wuqing said, "Which of you two is willing to explain to me what a good place Cangchun Pavilion is..."

It's over, just now Yun Zheng talked too fast, shaking off the fact that he went to the Cangchun Pavilion to find him.

Yun Chuxiu's sharp eyes fell on Yun Zheng, as if a sharp arrow shot could pierce him through his heart.

It was only at this time that Yun Zheng came to his senses. It turned out that the young man mistakenly thought that the young master was going to the Cangchun Pavilion to have fun.

He was secretly happy in his heart, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation, someone will take care of the young master himself!

Yun Zheng got up proudly, and said: "Since the young master is safe and it's getting late, Yingying is still waiting for my son to go back in the mansion, so my son will leave first and say goodbye!"

Yun Zheng's departure, how could he, Yun Chuxiu, explain clearly!

He deliberately coughed a few times, "Yun Zheng, cough cough, my young master still feels that his body is not right..."

I only heard Yun Zheng's voice, "Young master, you will be able to get out of bed after two more days with this body, it's very good!"

This guy definitely did it on purpose!

Wuqing's figure gradually blocked his sight, and he smiled horribly, "My lord, then please explain to Wuqing why this Cangchun Pavilion is a good place to go?"

Yun Chuxiu smiled uglier than crying, "I guess it's not a place to play chess and drink tea..."

Chu Mohen was walking on the street back home.

Yangzhou is indeed the most prosperous and affluent place in the south of the Yangtze River. Even in the middle of the night, there is still an endless stream of hawking on the streets, and the number of people who come out to have fun has not decreased.

He stood in the middle of the street, feeling the noise of the people around him.

If all the prefectures and counties in Dazhou had this noisy and lively scene, then his grand wish in his life would be realized.

A down-and-out scholar next to him greeted him by chance: "Young master, can you take a look at Xiaosheng's picture of the night scene in the south of the Yangtze River?"

Chu Mohen looked at the reputation, and suddenly a huge scroll unfolded in front of his eyes. There were row upon row of shops on it, and thousands of lights and trees illuminated.

The artist's vigorous brushwork reveals delicacy, and every scene is properly outlined, and the characters are portrayed lifelike.

Chu Mohen was shocked for a moment and couldn't move his eyes.

Seeing that someone finally appreciates his paintings, the down-and-out scholar said happily, "Does your master like it?"

Chu Mohen nodded, and asked back: "Can you introduce this master for me?"

He kept his posture to a minimum, clearly interested in the painting.

The down-and-out scholar cupped his hands and said, "To tell the truth, this young master, his name is Song Yi, and he is the painter of this night scene in the south of the Yangtze River. Song has traveled all over the south of the Yangtze River, and it took five years and three months to complete this humble work. Young master likes it, can you give me some copper coins, so Xiaosheng can sell this picture to you at a low price?"

Song Yi's cotton clothes were still patched, and he must have been poor to sell his paintings.

Chu Mohen immediately took out his money bag, and put the heavy bag directly in front of him, "You have such talent, I really appreciate it."

He said respectfully: "I hope that Mr. Song's footsteps will spread all over the mountains, rivers and rivers of the Great Zhou in the future, depicting the beauty of the prosperous age of the Great Zhou."

Song Yi was a little stunned. Before he could finish his surprise, the noble young master had already left with the night view of the south of the Yangtze River.

He picked up the money bag in front of him. He was just a little-known painter who barely made ends meet by drawing pictures for singing girls and courtesans. Will he really be able to create the masterpiece that the young master said in the future?

At the end of the hour, according to Yun Zheng's doctor's order, Gu Xiaorui was frying the last medicine that the little prince would take before going to bed in the small kitchen.

After counting the time, Gu Xiaorui took out the medicine jar and poured the medicine soup into the medicine bowl.

Wuqing came in to fetch the medicine, the pain in his left wrist forced him to put down the medicine bowl.

Gu Xiaorui knew that it was Young Master Qing's wound that had opened again, "Young Master, why don't you take it in and serve the prince to take medicine."

Wuqing looked down at his left wrist, there was an imperceptible trace of blood staining the cuff.

He nodded and said, "Then you can bring it in."

After Gu Xiaorui left, Wuqing slightly loosened the cuff tie, maybe it was tightened, pressing on the knife edge.

He tucked the blood-stained cuffs inward, and walked into the room after apparently no flaws could be seen.

Yun Chuxiu drank the medicine, and gradually regained some strength.

However, Wuqing has always taken his medicine personally, and he refused to give it to others. How could he be willing to let Gu Xiaorui come tonight?

Yun Chuxiu unconsciously said, "Little Mao is tired today?"

Wuqing didn't hear it at first, and he was all focused on knowing not to discover his wound, and then he said perfunctorily: "Yes... yes..."

Xu Shi has been with him for a long time, and this duplicity comes out of his mouth, Wuqing pretended to be angry for him entering the Cangchun Pavilion, and said: "Just because you go to the Cangchun Pavilion, you have to drink this medicine yourself!"

Yun Chuxiu smiled on the surface and said: "Okay... I'm guilty... I'll drink it myself..." But he was beating a drum in his heart: Ah Qing has always been just pretending to him, not really getting angry, using this as a cover, among which There must be articles.

He observed Wuqing secretly, and saw that there was nothing unusual about him, except for the cuffs that still had to be tied in midsummer.

Yun Chuxiu said calmly: "It's Haishi, and I'm tired too, so let's rest first."

Gu Xiaorui left the room obediently, and closed the door for the two of them.

Wuqing blows out the candle and is about to go to the couch beside him when he hears Zhi calling him: "Ah Qing, sleep with me tonight..."

Wuqing's heart trembled, she looked at her left wrist by the bright moonlight, and said with resignation: "Your injury has not healed yet, I will disturb your dream in the past."

Yun Chuxiu played the trick of a rascal, "If you don't come, I won't sleep, and this injury will heal slowly..."

Wuqing had no choice but to take off his boots and lie beside him.

Wuqing didn't dare to get too close to him, for fear of pressing on his wound, he warned, "Don't mess around at night."

Yun Chuxiu kissed his forehead lightly, and said without shame: "I will definitely rest up and torture you again."

Wuqing turned his back immediately, and said, "Why didn't the man in black poison you?"

Yun Chuxiu leaned against his body, buried her head deeply in Wuqing's neck, and sniffed his breath.

Wuqing is like sweet and clear wine, just a little smell can mobilize the emotions of the whole body.

Yun Chuxiu's mellow and somewhat hoarse voice moved up along his distinct jaw line, and climbed to his lips, "I'll teach you how to stop my mouth..."

As soon as the words fell, he held Wuqing's pink lips, easily broke through his teeth, and swept away all the breath between his lips and teeth.

"Zhi Huan... um..." Wuqing resisted weakly, and when she got on Zhi Huan, everything in her body seemed to be involuntary, and her whole body was limp.

He struggled out of Zhihuan's delicate kiss, panting, "Zhihuan...injury..."

Before Yun Chuxiu gave him a chance to finish speaking, she kissed him softly on the tip of his nose, begging like a dog wagging its tail, "I miss you so much... just give me a kiss, okay..."

Wuqing was the last to resist his humble overtures, he put his arms around Zhihuan's waist, supported him with his own strength, and let out a "huh".

After receiving the signal of permission, Yun Chuxiu's desire for nearly a month was mixed in the kiss, sweeping in like a storm, chasing and occupying his tongue.

Wuqing only felt that his whole body and mind were captured by him.

After this slender, dense and aggressive kiss was over, Yun Chuxiu hugged him tightly, fell asleep beside him, and soon there was the sound of even breathing.

Wuqing tentatively called Sheng Zhihui, but there was no response.

He got off the bed carefully, walked to the table, and under the moonlight, he completely untied the bandages around his wrists.

Because he had only supported Zhihuan just now, the wound had completely burst open, and the blood had already stained Bai Lian red.

He took out the Jinchuang medicine, gritted his teeth and sprinkled powdered flour towards the knife edge, the tip of his nose was covered with beads of sweat.

He didn't know that he was still behind him, and he had a panoramic view of all this, only to hear an unbearable and heartbroken voice from behind, "Ah Qing, why didn't you tell me..."