Twilight Cloud Returns

As soon as the words were finished, the chubby Gu Xiaorui came in from the side door of the other courtyard after going out for a walk.

Chubby is a giant fluffy dog ​​with a snow-white body.

Seeing its owner, Yun Chuxiu, it broke free from Gu Xiaorui's rope, barked happily and ran towards him.

Wuqing is very familiar with this voice.

Sure enough, the beast followed him and rushed into the other courtyard.

Wuqing went all out, no matter what today, he couldn't let the little prince suffer any harm.

Wuqing closed her eyes, opened her arms and slid in front of Yun Chuxiu, seemingly fearless, but in fact the ending was full of trills: "My lord, let's go..."

Gu Xiaorui led Fat Rong back, and pushed the front door several times without opening it.

He remembered that no one dropped the bolt when he left, so it must be that the little prince came up with some new trick to tease people, deliberately closed the door and put the bolt on to prevent him from entering.

Gu Xiaorui kicked open the side door in a fit of anger, how did he expect Master Wuqing to appear in the other courtyard?

He opened his arms in a strange posture.

Yun Chuxiu was taken aback by Wuqing's sudden movement, what was this silly little monk thinking?

"Let's go?" He was puzzled, and then he looked down and saw the fat, snobby dog, wagging his tail and rubbing against his boots, his high barking gradually turned into a low voice, and he looked at it cutely. The newcomer from another hospital——Wuqing.

Yun Chuxiu suddenly realized that the young monk was afraid of the dog he raised.

Yun Chuxiu pursed her lips and tried not to smile, trying to save face for the little monk, put down his trembling arms, put them against his ears and whispered: "This is fat, my dog, Harmless."

Only then did Wuqing dare to half-open one eye, and saw Fat Hairy squatting obediently on the ground, but the huge size still surprised him.

"Amitabha... Amitabha..."

Gu Xiaorui was bored in this other courtyard for a long time, and finally met an acquaintance, happily chatting with Wuqing.

But Wuqing still has a lot of questions to ask the little prince, such as how well is the injury?Will running out during the lockdown period be punished by the Holy Spirit...

But Gu Xiaorui's words were endless, and Wuqing couldn't get away from chatting with the young prince.

At this moment, he hated that Senior Brother Wulu was not by his side, so that Gu Benefactor would have Kan Dashan's companion.

Yuwan was inside the house, attracted by the lively sounds that were rarely heard in the courtyard, she walked out with a smile on her face: "Brother Zhihuan, why didn't you tell me when the old acquaintance came?"

Wuqing looked up following the gentle female voice, and saw a slim woman.

She has an outstanding appearance, with two curved willow-leaf hanging eyebrows, a pair of Danfeng eyes full of affection, and a slender waist that seems to be folded easily.

Even though Wuqing is not close to women, she can't help but look at her more.

It turned out that the little prince had long been accompanied by a beautiful woman in this Magnolia Bieyuan, and he lived a life of envy and seclusion.

It seemed that I was worrying too much, and I was still thinking about how well he was doing for more than a month.

The son of the heavenly family, life must be happy and happy.

Wuqing silently suppressed the strong jealousy in her heart, and stopped talking and laughing.

Yun Chuxiu didn't seem to notice Wuqing's change, and introduced him to Yuwan with a pleasant face: "This is Wuqing, the little master from Huishan Temple in front."

Yuwan respectfully performed the Buddha's salute, gracefully, "Master, my little girl Yuwan."

Yuwan...

Wuqing has an impression of this name, as if senior brother Wulu once said that the little prince and the benefactor of the drunk and rouge flower Kui Yuwan...

Isn't this the benefactor Yuwan in front of him?

Wuqing thought that those were all rumors, why the world only listened to hearsay, the female benefactor was already standing in his other courtyard, how could it be false?

Wuqing didn't know where the anger came from, and replied coldly: "Hello, benefactor."

For Wuqing's reaction, Yuwan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Yun Chuxiu's eyes looking at him, and immediately understood.

I'm afraid that my brother will be coaxed in the future.

Yuwan grabbed Yun Chuxiu's arm and deliberately played tricks, "Brother, know what to have for lunch?"

Wuqing stared at her hands all the time, "Brother Zhihuan" was really harsh, he had only heard the little prince call himself "Yun Zhihuan" to Zhao Darong's benefactor at the lantern festival, presumably he used it when he wandered around the flowers title.

Wuqing's thin lips were tight, only to hear the little prince's soft voice reply: "Anything, as long as it's what you do."

There was an unknown fire jumping up and down in his heart.

Wuqing leaned over and picked up the bamboo basket on the bluestone board, and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you, my lord, for the tea. It's getting late, little monk, go back to the temple first."

That basket of heavy firewood must not crush the little monk's waist?

Yun Chuxiu naturally refused to let him recite it.

Furthermore, he must have lost his way again, otherwise he would not have transferred from Huishan Temple to the Yulan Courtyard in the back mountain.

Without saying a word, Yun Chuxiu put the bamboo basket on her back, "Let's go, I'll see you off."

Wuqing ignored him, went straight to the main door, and took off the bolt, faster than anyone else.

Yun Chuxiu looked bewildered, where did he provoke the little monk?

He turned his head to look at Yuwan, who was secretly laughing, and realized that the little monk must have misunderstood his relationship with Yuwan.This little girl is really worry-free as always!

Yun Chuxiu shook his head helplessly, and hurriedly chased him out.

Fatty, who was devoted to protecting the master, wanted to jump out, but Gu Xiaorui tightened the noose around his neck and reprimanded it: "Don't disturb the master's good deeds!"

Fatty gave a "Wow" sound, and hung his head innocently.

This angry Wuqing walked fast as if he had stepped on a hot wheel, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The mountain road in Houshan is rugged and steep. If you accidentally fall down, you can lie down for ten days and a half months.He brushed off the dust on the robe for Wu Qing, didn't it prove that the little monk had fallen once?

Yun Chuxiu was very anxious, he carried the firewood and shouted along the mountain road: "Hey, little monk!"

But only echoes answered him.

Yun Chuxiu regretted not bringing Fat Velvet out, even though it was delicious and lazy, it smelled absolutely human.

He continued to walk and shout, and suddenly heard a faint cry for help, "My lord... the little monk is here..."

Yun Chuxiu heard the sound and left, and found him in a trap set by a hunter.

Wuqing accidentally stepped into a path that seemed to be paved with branches and grass leaves, but it was actually a big hole designed for the surrounding hares and the like.

His originally smooth little face was covered with dirt, and he kept rubbing his little hands on his feet, bowing his head guiltily.

It should be sprained.

Yun Chuxiu unloaded the firewood, jumped into the pit, squatted down and held up his feet, "Are you sprained?"

Wu Qing nodded.

Yun Chuxiu supported his foot, and took off his shoes and socks neatly, a tender white foot appeared in front of his eyes, and the sprained place was already red and swollen.

How can outsiders see bare feet?

Wuqing immediately protected her, her face was full of embarrassment and anger, "My lord, you must not..."

Yun Chuxiu's big hands are holding his feet, and the corners of his lips are full of smirks, "What can't be done? Can't be like this?"

He pinched Wuqing's ankle and massaged it carefully.

Wuqing exclaimed first, and then the swelling feeling after being massaged disappeared a lot, as if it was not as painful as before...

Yun Chuxiu's fiery fingers slid back and forth on his cold feet, Wuqing's whole body was wrapped in a strange feeling, his face was bright red, and his body was gradually heating up...

"My lord..." He couldn't help but hum.

Knowing the changes in his body, Yun Chuxiu stopped teasing him, put on his shoes and socks, squatted down, "Come on, and carry you back."

Wuqing's face was full of embarrassment, after the little prince's massage, it was no problem to stand up, but she still couldn't walk.

He tightly hooked Yun Chuxiu's neck with his hands, buried his head tightly on the back of his neck, his whole body was trembling, and his breathing was out of breath.

Yun Chuxiu used lightness kung fu to lead him out of the trap and was about to walk towards Huishan Temple.

Wuqing stopped suddenly, still thinking about the basket of firewood, "My lord, the firewood from the monk..."

Yun Chuxiu couldn't help but sighed, "You little heartless one, you only think about your firewood. How can I carry firewood on my back?"

Wuqing replied in a low voice: "Little...you can carry..."

"Then I'm afraid that before I reach Huishan Temple, I will die of exhaustion to see the Buddha of your Buddhist sect, and I will file a complaint with him by the way. It was you little monk who exhausted me to death. Let's see if the Buddha punishes you."

Wuqing also knew that this request was a little too much, so he silently recorded the location, and when he went back to the pain healed, he would carry it back.

Yun Chuxiu snickered inwardly, let alone a basket of firewood, even if there were ten baskets plus a young monk, he could still carry it by heart!He had to let the little monk remember his kindness all the time, so that he could never forget and worry about himself.

Yun Chuxiu walked among the mountains with Wuqing on her back.

The sun is gradually approaching noon, which is the time when the sun is most poisonous.

Even under the shade of tall trees, Yun Chuxiu still had a lot of fine sweat on his forehead.

Wuqing lay on his shoulder, smelling the elegant fragrance of magnolia on his body, saw the sweat beads, subconsciously wiped them off with his sleeves.

Yun Chuxiu's footsteps suddenly stopped, Wuqing was like a child who was found to have done something wrong, she retracted her hand, not daring anymore.

Yun Chuxiu's heart was as sweet as if she had just eaten honey.

He strode triumphantly, as if he had everything on his back.

Wuqing didn't know why, seeing the little prince happy, the corners of his mouth also raised unconsciously.

The road was obstructed and long, and he suddenly remembered the injury on the young prince's body, and said all the words he hadn't had time to ask in Yulan Bieyuan just now.

Yun Chuxiu almost forgot the big lie he told, but when he heard Wuqing's question, he curled his lips and continued to make up nonsense without changing his expression: "The imperial doctor said that cold air invades the body..."

Wuqing's heart skipped a beat, and the little hand that landed on Yun Chuxiu's chest couldn't help but grasp the lapel of his shirt.

Yun Chuxiu noticed the change in him, and she was no longer out of shape, and she backed up the lie: "But fortunately, I am in good health, and I recovered soon."

Hearing the word "cured", the stone hanging in Wuqing's heart finally fell after a month.

He told the young prince what he had seen and heard on the day he returned to the temple, and after thinking about it, he omitted the fact that brother Wuchen knew martial arts, but Yun Chuxiu seemed to have known it a long time ago, so it was not surprising at all.

"It was not Chen Liuyazi who hijacked you and Wuchen that day, but his twin brother Chen Wu."

Wuqing suddenly realized, "No wonder they look similar, but they don't recognize the little monk."

Yun Chuxiu continued: "Chen Wucai is the chief culprit for buying and selling people in the capital, and Uncle Huang has already arrested him."

In fact, no matter what kind of torture Chen Wu was subjected to, he refused to confess that Master Jing Zhao Yinliang was the mastermind behind him, so he had no choice but to put him in prison.

In prison, Chen Wu committed suicide by hanging himself.

Someone wanted Chen Wu to die, so Chen Wu had to die.

Yun Chuxiu deliberately concealed these complicated court disputes, and did not want the young monk to be disturbed by these mundane matters, and wanted to keep his heart always that pure.

The little prince believed whatever he said, he said: "Amitabha, at last he has brought back justice for many benefactors who have been wronged..."

While speaking, an arrow as fast as lightning shot out from the dark towards Yun Chuxiu!