Twilight Cloud Returns

"Mother Wang! Liuya has sent you a new product!"

Chen Liuyazi was carrying a sack, standing in the slightly dilapidated backyard of the Xunfeng Hall, calling for Bustard Wang inside.

Hearing the sound, Wang Bust rushed over with her Suzhou embroidered skirt, and the pearls on her bun jingled.

Her slightly chubby body couldn't help walking fast, she was panting a little bit, and quickly covered Chen Liuyazi's mouth with her hands covered in fish fat, and looked around nervously with her shrewd eyeballs.

It took a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief, and trained him: "My little ancestor, next time you can keep your voice down, if outsiders hear that my mother Wang buys a little girl from your Yazi, my Xunfeng Pavilion will not let the yamen copy it." gone?"

Chen Liuya put down the sack lightly, grinned and said, "Mother Wang, it's not that I, Liuya, made noise on purpose, it's really that this young lady is top-ranking!"

Wang Bust didn't believe Chen Liu's nonsense, he was the one who sold melons and boasted himself.

When will this tooth not brag to her about its top grade?

The result is all money-losing goods!

Seeing that she didn't believe her, Chen Liuyazi immediately untied the knot at the top, revealing the face of the person inside who was stunned by the drug.

Wang Bust glanced sideways, and was immediately fascinated—this young man has delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and a pretty face.

These are irrelevant, the most important thing is his male and female appearance, his delicate appearance is the most likely to be loved by rich gentry and officials.

Wang Bust was very satisfied, even the wrinkles on his face that couldn't be concealed with makeup were smiling.

It's just that she looked at the bald, hairless head and the monk's robes on her body, and couldn't help frowning: "Liu Ya, have you kidnapped a little monk?"

Chen Liu smiled and said: "I said, Mama Wang, with this wonderful person, she will be worth nothing. You don't care if he is a monk or not!"

"Furthermore, when Emperor Huai of the late Emperor Zhou was in power, in the battle with the barbarians in the northwest, who counted how many monks ran away?"

"Just pretend that this little monk can't stand the many rules and regulations in the temple, and wants to return to vulgarity and sneak out."

After hearing what Chen Liuyazi said, Wang Bust was very moved.

And who doesn't love a bank note that can make the imps of the underworld turn the mill?

Wang Bust took out an ingot of ten taels of silver from the silver pouch he was carrying, and put it in Chen Liu's hand.

Chen Liu first gritted his teeth happily, and then smashed his mouth, seemingly dissatisfied: "Mother Wang, the previous one was ten taels, this little monk is a top-notch one, so it's worth twenty taels no matter what..."

Wang bustled this greedy tooth with a handkerchief, "Go, go, it's good if the old lady didn't ask you to return the goods! You're still trying to get 20 taels..."

Chen Liu was kicked out of the Xunfeng Hall, and Wang Bust closed the door with a bang, and called out to some guards, and carried the young monk into the room.

Chen Liu stood in front of the backyard door, spat and cursed: "Stinky bitch, what's so good about selling flesh and blood!"

Then he bowed his head and weighed the full amount of silver taels in his hands, humming the new Jiangnan tune sung in the capital contentedly and left.

At sunset, Hualiu Lane was already brightly lit.

Xanfeng Pavilion is also open.

Wang Bust greeted the guests with a light smile.

I saw a man with a feather fan in one hand, a jade tree facing the wind, and a man exuding nobility appeared in front of the door.

"Oh, my little lord, you're here!" Wang Bust laughed tremblingly, and stepped forward to greet her, "You haven't come for a long time, and Xiaozhu in the restaurant thinks of you but doesn't care about eating and drinking!"

As soon as the words fell, Taohua, the official named Xiaozhu, had tears in his eyes, and threw himself into the arms of the little prince, crying, "My lord...you don't want Xiaozhu..."

Yun Chuxiu pushed away calmly, he didn't come here for fun today.

Wang Bust has been in Fengyuechang for so many years, and he is the best at observing words and expressions.She saw at a glance that the little prince seemed unhappy today, so she immediately said: "Little prince, why don't you follow the old rules? You go to the private room to rest first, and then let me know if you need anything?"

Yun Chuxiu nodded, threw off his sleeves and went straight upstairs to the private room specially set up for him in the Xunfeng Pavilion.

Mr. Gui, who was following Bustard Wang, whispered something to her: "The little one has already made arrangements. The one who just arrived in the afternoon was carried to the little prince's bed by the young one, and the incense of joy was lit."

Wang Bust nodded in satisfaction and rewarded him with a few copper coins.

Although the folk customs of Dazhou are open, there are also many monks who have returned to the vulgar and married; but it is her first case to force a good man to become a male prostitute.

If the little monk obeys, it's fine, he will earn money for himself in a law-abiding manner; if he doesn't obey, just let the little prince take the blame.

Anyway, it was the little prince who raped the Buddhist disciple, and it had nothing to do with him.

In the end, the Buddha could not tolerate such a person with six sense organs. The little monk could do nothing but chant scriptures and knock wooden fish, so he could only let himself be ordered. In the end, she was the king bustard who took advantage of the fisherman.

Thinking of this, Wang Bust couldn't help applauding himself for his ingenious calculation.

Xiao Zhu didn't think long term like Wang Bust, when he heard Mr. Gui's words, he folded his arms around his chest and complained: "Mom, what do you mean, you think I'm incompetent, so you let the newcomer serve the lord?"

Wang Bust looked contemptuously at Xiaozhu, who was only jealous, "You have no brains! Which high-ranking official do you see who only favors one person? Mother finds a new face, so that she can set off your goodness, and your kindness can last forever! "

Xiaozhu is the top card in the Xunfeng Pavilion, and she has never been afraid of her, and said sarcastically: "I think it is your money that can flow forever!"

He dropped these words and left gracefully.

But Wang Bust was very angry, and cursed behind his back: "Wait until I hold that little monk up, let's see how arrogant you are!"

Wuqing only felt that his head was dizzy, his whole body was limp and weak, and he couldn't even lift his fingers.

He remembered that in the afternoon, senior brother Wuchen and other senior brothers rushed to the capital from Huishan Temple to pray for the imperial palace at the emperor's will.

Wuqing has been weak since he was a child, and his footsteps are slower than the other brothers, so he walks at the back.

As soon as they entered the capital, they were scattered by the bustling flow of people.

He saw that the windmills on the street were very beautiful, and he remembered that once a female benefactor brought her son to burn incense, and the little benefactor was playing with a similar windmill.

Exhale from your mouth and it will turn.

Wushuang, who was only six years old in the temple, stared at the windmill in the hands of the little benefactor for a long time.

Wuqing knew that he wanted it too, so he stopped in front of the stall, wanting to bring one back for Wushuang.

While chatting with the stall owner, Senior Brother Wuchen and the others had already disappeared from Wuqing's sight.He didn't care about the windmill either, and was anxious and restless where he was.

At this time, there happened to be a kind-hearted benefactor who knew about Senior Brother Wuchen and wanted to take him to find Senior Brother Wuchen.

Wuqing gratefully followed the kind-hearted benefactor.

The further you walk with that kind-hearted benefactor, the farther you will be from the busy streets.

Until he came to a deep alley, someone covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief from behind. He didn't know what kind of spice was applied on the handkerchief. It smelled better than the sandalwood commonly used to worship Buddha in the temple. Immediately afterwards, he became sleepy and fell into a deep sleep past.

Wuqing finally opened his eyes and found himself lying in the warm bedding.

It really hurt that kind benefactor.

He fell asleep and troubled the benefactor to find a bed for him.

He poked his head out and looked at the quilt in front of him, the color was extravagant.There was also an unknown fragrance in the room.

As expected of the capital city!

There seemed to be some pattern on the bed curtain, but Wuqing simply thought it was Sanskrit, because when the brothers couldn't memorize it, they often wrote it on the head of the bed so that they could always remember it.

He wanted to see which scripture it was, and tried his best to squint.

The painting on the bed curtain is obviously two men sitting up and down without a trace.

The benefactor below actually put that object on the benefactor above...

Wuqing's face burned like fire, and a hot current surged from bottom to top in his body.

What kind of system is this, this, this...?

Where exactly was he taken by that benevolent benefactor?Does Brother Wuchen also live in a room with this kind of curtain?

Wuqing deeply feels that he has caused a lot of trouble to others, so he should learn to rely on himself.

He wanted to get out of bed to find Senior Brother Wuchen.

But the body is very soft, not only is there no strength at all, but it is getting hotter and hotter.

Is it a cold again?

He turned his head and saw a benefactor taking off his shirt, removing the blood-stained white cloth on his chest, and taking medicine with pain.

The donor was tall and tall, with a complexion as bright as bronze. There was a deep scar on his slightly protruding chest, which was still bleeding.

Wuqing felt her body getting hotter and hotter, but her mind was full of the unsightly pattern on the bed curtain.

He closed his eyes and silently recited the Heart Sutra in order to calm down.

Yun Chuxiu re-bandaged the wound, and suddenly heard whispers from the other side of the bed.

He immediately perked up and tiptoed towards the bed.

The pleasant sound of gurgling water became clearer and clearer.

Yun Chuxiu listened like Sanskrit.

Could it be that Wang Bust converted to Buddhism to atone for his sins?

He lifted the quilt off the bed unexpectedly, Wuqing suddenly felt a rush of coolness, the sound of chanting stopped abruptly, opened his eyes and looked at him.

Wuqing grew up in Huishan Temple, although he seldom stepped out of the temple gate, there were quite a few benefactors who came to Huishan Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings.

But he has never been as good-looking as the benefactor in front of him.

He has sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes, a high nose bridge, and his long black hair is slightly raised and scattered on his shoulders. Two strands of hair flutter wantonly at the tip of his eyebrows, and there is an unrestrained smile on the corner of his lips.

Wuqing stared blankly for a while, forgetting to speak.

Yun Chuxiu was also stunned at the moment when she lifted the bed quilt.

The one lying on the bed was clearly a young monk who was ignorant of the world.

It's just why he is wearing the light gauze that the young ladies in the Xunfeng Hall often wear?

Light gauze is the characteristic of Xunfeng Restaurant.Whoever the benefactor orders, that young lady will put on a light gauze that can make the skin faintly visible, adding to the fun in the room.

Yun Chuxiu nodded, and looked at the young monk—the whole body was as white as snow, and the pink face was as delicate as a peach.

He knew it was disrespectful to describe it like this, but he still couldn't help admiring the beauty - no flower girl or young lady in any family could compare to the young monk's face.

Wuqing was a little flustered by this good-looking benefactor's stare, but he couldn't move, and asked tremblingly with his downcast eyes: "The benefactor...have you ever met the little monk's brother Wuchen..."

There are too many people in the capital who want to plot against Yun Chuxiu!

A young monk appeared on his bed for no reason, and it was still in the place of fireworks.

Yun Chuxiu couldn't help frowning, and suddenly leaned over to approach Wuqing, with complex emotions flowing in her deep eyes.

Wuqing didn't know where he said something wrong, and when he saw him approaching, his body trembled for a moment.

The corners of Yun Chuxiu's flying eyes were full of playful laughter, her voice was like the mellowness left by a hundred-year-old wine in her throat, and she said to Wuqing, "Where did the little monk come from to act so boldly?"

"How dare you climb onto my king's bed?"

The author says:

A new update~Xiao An is holding a broken bowl and begging for collection~