Twilight Cloud Returns

Wuqing had never seen him before, so he was full of suspicion.

Seeing that the young monk still didn't believe him, the young fellow continued to lie: "Master, don't you believe me? The young one has just entered Yunwang's mansion. There are so many things going on today. Gu Xiaorui couldn't spare the time to ask the master, so he sent the young one here."

Seeing that he was so familiar with Gu Xiaorui, Wuqing immediately increased her trust.

"Then master, hurry up and go with me, don't let the little prince wait in a hurry."

Wuqing was about to leave with him, but Wulu found that someone was holding onto Junior Brother Wuqing.

"Brother, what are you going to do?"

Seeing that someone came out to make trouble again, the boy looked anxious, and if he didn't follow Young Master Rong's order to bring him back, he might lose his life.

He couldn't help urging: "Master Wuqing, hurry up, or the little prince will punish the little one for not doing things well."

Wuqing knows very well that this lecture is not that lecture, so the little prince should have nothing to worry about.His mother's birthday had just passed, so maybe it was hard to let go of depression.

He relaxed and said to Wulu: "Senior brother, the little prince wants me to go to lecture on scriptures, I will come back as soon as I go, and will not delay the afternoon chanting."

I have seen the little prince's temperament is mediocre. He was afraid that there would be a mishap in the future incense of Huishan Temple, so he replied with a smile: "The little monk is also going. The seniority of the younger brother is still young, and there are things that the little monk can't explain. .”

Young Master Rong only ordered Wuqing to be taken back, and he rashly added another monk, the servant was obviously a little embarrassed.

But time waits for no one, so the servant had no choice but to come down.

So Wuqing and Wulu followed him and walked towards the remote Lenggong of the imperial palace.

Logically speaking, the Leng Palace should be the residence of the abandoned concubines, but the late emperor favored Concubine Yun and treated those former concubines who had lived in the Leng Palace for a long time.

When the first emperor was there, he wanted to renovate the cold palace and use it as a soup kitchen to help the poor.

Unfortunately, before this vision was realized, the first emperor died of illness.

As Wuqing and his group walked forward, the surrounding scenery became more and more desolate, moss grew on the bluestone slab under their feet, and it was obvious that no one had cleaned it for a long time.

Wuqing questioned again: "Benefactor, is the prince near here?"

"Yes... yes..." the boy replied with a guilty conscience, "It's here, the two masters, hurry up and go in."

They stood in front of the deserted hall, the door of which was closed.

A crow was perched on a locust tree that hadn't yet sprouted new buds. It let out a mournful scream, which startled Wulu a lot, and immediately shrank behind Wuqing.

He said with a trembling voice: "What kind of hobbies does this little prince have...how did he choose such a place to give lectures..."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the palace opened suddenly.

The two were suddenly pushed in by a pair of hands, and then the door of the palace was closed with a bang.

Wulu staggered a few steps, the hall was full of dust flying up after being disturbed, Wuqing couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Cousin, come and listen to these coquettish coughs, my heart is about to melt..."

Rong Changkun and Zhao Darong appeared behind them with wretched smiles on their faces.

But when he saw that there was another monk, he cursed the young servant who had just been working.

Wulu met these two people during the ceremony in the morning, but at this moment their entire faces were full of conspiracy, and Wulu subconsciously protected his future incense in Huishan Temple.

Rong Changkun pouted: "You are quite favored, the brother looks like a monk protecting you, and the son looks like Yun Chuxiu protecting you."

Wuqing clutched her sleeve tightly, her eyes dodged the gaze of the two, and she lied for the first time in her life: "Little... I don't know... I don't know what the two benefactors are talking about..."

Wulu didn't know their entanglement, so he pretended to be fierce, "This is the imperial palace, Your Majesty is here, I hope the benefactors will respect themselves!"

"Self-respect? Hahaha..." Rong Changkun and Zhao Darong laughed together.

Rong Changkun gave Zhao Darong a look, and the latter stepped forward and wrestled with Wulu.

Wulu eats fast and recites Buddha all day long, how can he beat Zhao Dayong who lives in wine and meat?He kicked him against the wall and passed out.

"Senior brother!" Wuqing looked at Wulu who was lying on the ground, he was suddenly in chaos, he was fooled, and also implicated senior brother Wulu, a few tears rolled in his eyes in desperation.

"Yo yo, the beauty is crying, this young master really loves me to death..." Rong Changkun continued to tease him with words, and slowly approached him.

Wuqing subconsciously turned around and was about to run, but Zhao Darong blocked her retreat.

No matter which direction he went, he couldn't escape the claws of these two people until he was caught between them.

Rong Changkun's big dirty hands slid across his tear-stained face, "Thin skin and tender flesh... No wonder Yun Chuxiu took off my cousin's arms for you!"

His eyes turned dark in an instant, and his big hand suddenly went down, tightly strangling Wuqing's fair neck.

Wuqing struggled, but his strength was like tickling a tiger, and he couldn't help Rong Changkun at all.

"Giving... benefactor... little monk, you really don't know what you're talking about... what..."

Rong Changkun couldn't help strengthening his grip, "Did you hear me clearly, cousin, this little monk is still protecting Yun Chuxiu when he is about to die!"

Wuqing was about to suffocate.

Rong Changkun let go of his hand suddenly, and Wuqing fell to the ground, panting for the stale air filled with putrid smell, feeling his throat burning unbearably, as if blood was flowing retrogradely.

He kicked Wulu who had fainted on the ground, "You just need to follow me to Jianzhang Palace, admit that Yun Chuxiu forced you into prostitution and blasphemed Buddhism, and I will keep you and your brother safe and sound, and reward you Huishan Temple with a hundred taels of gold. It is enough to build another Huishan Temple."

Rong Changkun threatened and lured, Wuqing lay on the ground, his fingers scratched the dusty floor, and remained unmoved from beginning to end.

Zhao Darong kicked him viciously, "You bald, are you deaf!"

Wuqing only felt that his throat was very uncomfortable. He tried several times, and finally exhausted all his strength, and said in a cold voice that had never been mixed with hoarseness: "What the little prince has not done is that he has not done it." Pass……"

When Rong Changkun saw that he refused to accept the soft and hard, he was completely anxious.

There was a fire stick not far from the hall, he picked it up, aimed at Wuqing's soft abdomen, and was about to hit it.Wuqing turned over, and the stick landed on his back.

It was like a fiery snake sprang up from my back, the burning pain was unbearable.

Wuqing curled up helplessly on the cold floor, biting his lip.

His battered and weak appearance aroused Zhao Darong's lust, and something bulged in his crotch.

Zhao Darong likes this kind of play the most in Hualiu Lane.None of those flower girls and young ladies wanted to receive him, and every time something happened, they would always lie on the bed for ten days and a half months, and his iron body couldn't bear him tossing like this.

Zhao Darong squinted at Wuqing who was lying on the ground, and said disgustingly: "Cousin, it's a pity to leave such a little beauty here, first let my cousin have a good time, anyway, he is being played by the little prince." After that, she's not a virgin, and when the time comes, she'll blame Yun Chuxiu for everything..."

Thinking of the little beauty in front of him crying and begging for mercy, Zhao Darong couldn't wait to undo the waist buttons on his body, but the pain from moving his arms still made him growl.

Rong Changkun vented all his anger towards Yun Chuxiu on Wuqing, threw away the fire stick in his hand, and took off his clothes, obviously agreeing with Zhao Darong's idea.

Wuqing was trembling all over, he got up with difficulty, trying to escape, but was caught by Rong Changkun in a moment, and pressed him to the ground.

The location here is remote, so every day should not be called the ground is not working.

In front of Wuqing's eyes are all little princes.

He never bullied him in the Xunfeng Pavilion, but at the Lantern Festival, he drove away the villains for him, and sent him to the palace to join Brother Wuchen...

Protecting him all the time.

Wuqing pushed and shoved hard, the tears in his eyes grew more and more, but he was no match for the brute force Rong Changkun.

Just as Rong Changkun's big hands were groping Wuqing's body through the cloth, he cried out, "My lord..."

Simultaneously with his cries for help, there was also the sound of the temple door being kicked open vigorously.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Yun Chuxiu's eyes were instantly stained with blood, and his eyes were full of viciousness, as if he could eat people, it was very frightening, and the anger was burning in his chest.

He opened the feather fan in the opposite direction, and a sharp three-inch meniscus knife slipped out of the fan end corresponding to each fan pleat, and his bloodthirsty pupils were reflected on the smooth blade.

Yun Chuxiu flew the feather fan over, and the dagger pierced Rong Changkun's eyes accurately and directly, piercing into the pillar supporting the main hall behind him, and blood immediately flowed all over his face.

Rong Changkun's eyes suddenly went dark. He covered his eyes and howled out in pain, "My young master's eyes, my young master's eyes!"

Zhao Darong only heard that Prince Yun is an ignorant master, but who would have thought that he has such a violent side, so what kind of troublesome fan is it!He was so frightened that he flinched instantly, and a stream of urine flowed out from his crotch.

"I...I...I..."

Gu Xiaorui saw that Wuqing had suffered such a great insult, so he kicked Zhao Darong who was scared to pee his pants, and cursed secretly: "You bastard!"

Yun Chuxiu hurried forward, hugged Wuqing in her arms, took off her cloak and covered him, and asked gently and anxiously: "Did they hurt you? Where is it uncomfortable?"

Wuqing hid in his arms, full of grievances and had nowhere to vent, her nose was sour, tears fell even more, she wanted to speak but suddenly found that she couldn't make a sound, so she had to purse her lips and shake her head.

Other than him, anyone who provoked the little monk to cry should be killed!

Yun Chuxiu looked at his neck, the five red fingerprints were very obvious, obviously left by that dog who strangled his neck.

Yun Chuxiu asked Gu Xiaorui to support the frightened Wuqing, stepped forward and grabbed the neck of Rong Changkun, who had no light in sight and his arms were flailing wildly, and pressed him firmly against the pillar until Bi Wuqing was left in the neck. It was only after the deeper traces that he let go of him, threatening in a low voice: "If it weren't for your father's great power in the court, today the king will definitely kill you in this cold palace!"

Rong Changkun was blind and could only lie on the ground like a dog, still not forgetting to insult: "Yun Chuxiu, you son of a bitch, I will never let you go!"

Yun Chuxiu ignored her, picked up Wuqing, stepped on the stone slab heavily and forcefully, and walked out of the cold palace.

Gu Xiaorui tried his best to finally pull out the feather fan that his little prince flew into the pillar, and picked up the forgotten Wulu, and followed the little prince's footsteps.

Yulan Pavilion is the closest to Lenggong.

They went back to Yulan Pavilion first, Gu Xiaorui left Wulu, who was still asleep and heavier than a pig, and sent someone to pass on to the imperial physician as soon as possible.

Yun Chuxiu carefully placed Wuqing on her bed, Wuqing could only make a babbling sound, but wanted to get up, trying her best to show that she was fine.

Yun Chuxiu's face was particularly gloomy, "Lie down."

But Wuqing's back also suffered from Rong Changkun's blow. As soon as he touched the bed, his brows were furrowed, and his throat made a hoarse sound of pain.

Yun Chuxiu didn't care about the red tape at all, and he never cared about those vain etiquettes. He directly opened Wuqing's clothes, and a hideous red mark on his back appeared in front of his eyes...