Twilight Cloud Returns

In this way, another year of cold winter has passed.

Good news came from the front line again. Grandpa Yun and Liu Yi joined forces with the leader of the Bei tribe, Man Xie, to lead Chinasi Mochun's army into Ying Falcon Mountain.

According to wild history, China Simochun was vicious and violent by nature, even the heavens couldn't stand it, so they sent "death" birds and beasts to help Da Zhou.

However, in this decisive battle, the valiant and skilled Young Master Yun died on the battlefield, leaving no bones left.

When the soldiers heard the bad news, they all turned red. Under Liu Yi's command, they marched all the way north into Guyong City, and captured Chinasi Mochun alive in the royal court.

In just over a month, Chinasi Mochun, a hero of a generation, died of anger in captivity.

In the spring of the second year of Tiansheng, the Great Zhou defeated the Xiongnu, the revenge of the previous dynasty.

Man, the leader of the Bei nationality, leaned forward and expressed his willingness to submit to Da Zhou forever.

The regent bestowed upon the Xiongnu the title of Mengzhou, and Ning Hanqing concurrently served as the governor of Mengzhou; Liu Yi was the first-class Yingyang general and was stationed in Mengzhou;

It was night, and Chu Mohen went up to the tower alone, looking into the distance.

Su and Cha'er stepped on graceful steps, walked to his side, saluted and said: "My concubine congratulates the prince on his great success."

Chu Mohen knew why she came here late at night, he clenched his fists and said, "You want to leave?"

Su and Cha'er smiled, "The concubine is not leaving, but I just hope that the prince can abide by the agreement with the concubine and let the concubine out of the palace. The prince's heaven and prosperity, apart from the thousands of miles of territory, are indispensable for rituals, music, calligraphy and painting."

"I just want to be able to express my love for the mountains and rivers, not to be trapped by this imperial city, and to compose a song that can sing the praises of the prosperous age."

Chu Mohen looked at her pretty face, and said: "For those who understand music, there are many happy girls in the teaching workshop."

Su and Cha'er took a step forward, and said firmly and resolutely: "The Ninth Five-Year Honor, one word is one word."

Chu Mohen let go of the nostalgia in his heart, and said, "Emperor Xiao's concubine Su He died of illness."

Su and Cha'er knelt down and said, "Miss Su, please thank my emperor."

When Wuqing heard the news of Zhihuan's death, it was the day when his clothes returned to Beijing.

Young Master Yun, who has made great military exploits and sacrificed his life for the country, returned to the capital. The people in the whole capital knelt down to welcome him, and the streets were empty.The regent even walked to the city gate to greet the coffin in person.

Gu Xiaorui almost rolled and crawled, crying and running back to Yulan Bieyuan, and broke down in tears to tell Wuqing the news.

Wuqing was tending the lush magnolia flowers in the courtyard, when the watering hand stopped suddenly, and muttered: "What should come will come eventually..."

Gu Xiaorui wiped away his tears with the back of his dirty hand, "Master, hurry up and go to Beijing, or you won't even be able to see the little prince for the last time..."

Wuqing looked down at the magnolia that had been reluctant to open for a long time, his slender eyelashes trembling uncomfortably, covering the sadness and desolation in his eyes, "I won't go..."

Gu Xiaorui was amazed, but he didn't dare to say more, after all, his little prince had hurt the young master so deeply.

Grandpa Yun's funeral was solemn and formal, and the whole country was in grief. The regent buried him with the etiquette of a king of a country, and posthumously named him the first-class loyal and brave General of the North, showing the grace of heaven.

With the death of Young Master Yun, the rumored hidden tribe, the Yun Clan, also disappeared from the world without a sound, and no one from the Yun Clan has been heard from since then in Dazhou.

There are rumors that the Yun Clan was loyal to the Lord and died in battle with him in order to protect the young master; there are also disturbing rumors that the Yun Clan was overthrown overnight by Mo Chun's old tribe seeking revenge...

In the spring of the third year of Tiansheng, Dazhou River was Qinghaiyan, and Wufu Renxi.

Huishan Temple was originally very popular, but now it has the reputation of Huguo Temple, and there is an endless stream of people who come here to pray and pray, which is likely to break the threshold.

Outside the mountain gate, a child was pushed and fell to the ground, his whole body covered in dust.

He got up and sat on the ground, looking at the Huishan Temple, which could only be seen from a distance but not close, bowed his head and sobbed endlessly.

"Which family's little boy fell to the ground and was still crying?" A gentle voice sounded on the top of the child's head.

The child raised his head, and a peerless face fell into his pure and clear eyes.

The child didn't have a clear understanding of beauty and ugliness, but he only knew that this young man was born more beautiful than the tofu Xi Shi at the east end of their village. He stared at Yun Qing for a while, and froze in place.

Yun Qing smiled and said nothing, helped him up, brushed the dust off his body, squatted down and asked softly: "What's your name, why are you here?"

When the child remembered the purpose of this, he couldn't help but pouted and said aggrievedly: "My name is Shen Sheng'er, and I live in Shenjia Village in the suburbs of Beijing. I came here to burn incense and pray for my father who died in the battle three years ago. It's a pity The bells of the mountain temple are ringing and incense is flourishing, I have never had the opportunity to enter..."

Seeing his fluent speech, Yun Qing couldn't help but feel good about him.

He called Gu Xiaorui, "Sheng'er, follow this little brother into the temple, and burn incense sticks for your father who killed the enemy."

Gu Xiaorui handed over the fat guide rope to Yun Qing, and muttered, "Master, you are stubborn, you refuse to enter the gate of this temple..."

Yun Qing rubbed his sickly chubby hair, but was not annoyed, "Don't talk too much."

Gu Xiaorui sent Shen Sheng'er in, but after a while, Wulu heard that he was at the gate of the temple, was overjoyed, dropped everything and ran out.

"Junior brother!" Wulu embraced him ecstatically, "I haven't seen you for about a year, how are you doing recently?"

Yun Qing smiled and said: "Everything is fine, Master Lao is concerned."

Hearing the name of the master, Wulu felt a little cold, "Actually... Brother Wuchen is not such a cruel person..."

Yun Qing clasped his hands together, no different from the pilgrims, and said: "In the end, Qing'er was ashamed of Huishan Temple, and he should follow what Master Wuchen said, and there is no need to step into Huishan Temple again in this life."

Wulu sighed, "That's all, let you go. As long as you are all safe, what else do I have to worry about?"

It was getting late, and it was time for dinner.

Mo Nian walked out of the temple, and said to Wulu, "Uncle Master, Master calls you to fast."

Yun Qing only felt that Mo Nian looked a little familiar, and suddenly couldn't remember where he had seen it before.It happened that Gu Xiaorui came out with Shen Sheng'er, and they left in a hurry.

The sun was setting on the western mountain, and the mountain road was far away. Yun Qing feared that Shen Sheng'er's return journey would be dangerous, so he ordered Gu Xiaorui to send him home.

Before leaving, Shen Sheng'er grabbed his robe embroidered with magnolia flowers, and said sensiblely: "My lord, I haven't heard your name yet, so I will come with Grandpa to thank you someday."

Yun Qing really liked him, pinched his little cheek, "Yun Qing."

"Yunqing..." Shen Sheng'er muttered, he followed behind Gu Xiaorui, and asked curiously, "Little brother, is Mr. Yunqing the rumored member of the Yun clan who is willing to do good?"

The mountain was steep, Shen Sheng'er accidentally fell down, Gu Xiaorui picked him up, and joked: "You little brat, how do you know so much?"

Shen Sheng'er smacked her mouth and said: "A few days ago, a storyteller surnamed Qian came to Shenjia Village, and he said all these things. He also said that the current emperor has kept the Yun family secret. The Great General King is not dead, Yun Qing is his pseudonym..."

When Gu Xiaorui heard this, he chuckled, "Xiao Sheng'er, when you grow up, you don't want to learn from Mr. Qian's hearsay."

Yun Qing led Fat Rong, and was about to leave, but was called out by Mo Nian just now, "Benefactor Yun, please stay!"

Hearing the sound, Yun Qing looked back, and finally remembered the person in front of him—Xiaozhu from the Xunfeng Pavilion.

On the day Zhihuan returned to Beijing in full clothes, Xiaozhu went to find him and told him the truth—Zhihuan never hated him and abandoned him, and kept Xiaozhu by his side just so that he could give up and live a good life.

At the end of Xiaozhu's talk, she smiled sadly, "I have admired my little father-in-law for many years, and I know that I am humble, and I have no regrets in this life for those few days, but I feel sorry for you."

Now that Xiao Zhu has escaped into Buddhism, Yun Qing knew why he came here, the former said in relief: "Master, if you can't let go of the past, it will be in vain to waste the dharma name given to you by Master Wuchen."

Don't read, don't read the past.

Yun Qing and Fat Rong, one person and one dog, walked towards the back mountain freely and freely.

Mo Nian looked at his leaving back, his expression was the same as that of Young Master Yun back then.

Perhaps after longing for him, he will unconsciously catch his breath.

The next day, Yun Qing was still wearing the Crescent Moon Bright Cloud Robe embroidered with magnolia, lying on the rocking chair woven with autumn vines.

The rocking chair creaked, and a few birds chirped and jumped over the other courtyard.

The warm spring breeze blows, and the magnolia flowers sway with the wind.

The most important thing is the one-year spring benefits.

It's just a pity that no matter how well the magnolia grows in the courtyard, it hasn't bloomed since I knew it.

Yun Qing's hair had already reached her waist, and the rich black covered the rocking chair like a galaxy of stars all over the sky.

He still remembered that Zhi Huan often said that he would wait for his long hair to reach his waist, and then he would roll up the black hair for him.

But now, he can no longer wait for the handsome little prince who made the promise.

Yun Qing sometimes thought, if he could achieve the ruthlessness he said earlier, perhaps he would not be so sad today.

The gold inlaid jade concentric mandarin duck pendant at the waist was blown by the wind, and the buttons were loosened, and almost slipped to the ground. Fortunately, Yun Qing caught it with quick eyes and hands.

Gu Xiaorui called Yunqing to eat, and specially put a big bone in the fat bowl, fat licked it a few times, then lost interest.

Gu Xiaorui said sadly: "Since the little prince left, Fat Rong is no longer as lively as before, and I'm afraid it won't last for a few days..."

"Life and death are fate, Fatty will be reborn to a good family."

At the table, Gu Xiaorui also lost his usual twittering. After the young master finished his meal, he finally mustered up the courage and said hesitantly: "My young master, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you anymore... The young one and the young girl of the Shen family have already engaged for life. I want to go to the south of the Yangtze River with her to make a living..."

Yun Qing nodded and said: "Go ahead, with Fat Rong accompanying me, I won't be lonely in life."

Day after day, without Gu Xiaorui, the Yulan Courtyard was even more silent, and it was only when Yun Zheng was welcomed occasionally that it became more popular.

He was still so bold and reckless, shouting every day, "Xiao Langjun, if you obey me, I will treat you no worse than that man."

Yun Qing only took him as a joke, knowing that he was here to amuse herself.

But Yun Zheng will not stay in Yulan Bieyuan for a long time, he is concerned about Yunlin, and every time he meets, he will tell Yun Qing about the trivial things about raising children, Yun Qing is happy to hear it.

On this day, Yun Zheng left before dawn.

Yun Qing was awakened by a fat cry that he hadn't heard for a long time. He woke up and walked to the courtyard, and found that the magnolias had bloomed overnight.

Fatty is excitedly looking at the butterflies attracted by the strong fragrance of the flowers.

When I first saw the knowledge and returned it, it was full of fragrance.

Xu is really tired, Yun Qing always thinks of those old days from time to time, thinks of the scene when we first met, as if his words still echo in his ears: "Where did the little monk come from to be so bold?"

Spring will come and winter will come, year after year, he will still guard that other courtyard, wearing the concentric mandarin duck pendant, like an old monk who has entered meditation, listening to the sound of Sanskrit in Huishan Temple, waiting stubbornly.

And just today, Wuqing was cooking tea in the courtyard, when someone quietly pushed open the door, the fragrance of magnolia was refreshing, and a familiar bohemian voice sounded from behind him: "Where did the little monk come from to be so bold and dare to live alone?" My Magnolia Courtyard?"

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