Twilight Cloud Returns

Hearing that there was a lot of movement in the flower hall, Xiaozhu and other young ladies hid in the room to listen to the commotion.When you especially heard the phrase "beloved", Xiaozhu's long nails dyed with Kodan ran across the table, his teeth itching with hatred.

The venue of Xunfeng Pavilion is only this big, and it was still at dawn when everything was still, every word Yun Chuxiu said was clearly captured by Wuqing.

His heart skipped a beat.

Wuqing lowered his eyebrows and looked at the strand of blue hair falling down his chest. For the first time in his life, he realized what it was like to have hair.

This prince benefactor is a great benefactor, presumably his future wife will be full of happiness.

Wuqing didn't know why, but a hint of envy suddenly appeared in her heart.

He hurriedly put his hands together and murmured: "Sin, sin..." He sat on the wooden bench uncomfortably.

In the flower hall.

Yun Chuxiu's words frightened others so that they did not dare to take any action.

Seeing that he was so determined, Rong Changkun began to hesitate in his heart, but the servant would never tease him with such a big matter.What's more, the matter has come to this point, and the arrow has to be fired.

Rong Changkun insisted on going upstairs, but when he saw that the knife was easily restrained by Yun Chuxiu, he let go of the handle of the knife and backed down: "If you don't have a knife, don't bring it, can this young master subdue a young monk?"

Yun Chuxiu threw the yamen servant's food back and watched him go upstairs mockingly.

Every time Rong Changkun stepped on the sunken wooden stairs, his calf in his trousers trembled.

Yun Chuxiu's vertical frame is still in good shape, which somewhat scares him.

In the eyes of everyone, Rong Changkun had already walked to the door of the wing room.

Wang Bust's heart was in her throat, she knew the whole story of the incident best, there was clearly a young monk in the wing.

Since entering last night, until now, no one has stepped out of the room.

Why is the little prince so sure?

In her heart, she silently worshiped all the bodhisattvas she knew. She really knew that she was wrong, and she shouldn't have ill intentions towards Buddha's disciples.

If the Buddha spared her life this time, she would definitely go to Huishan Temple to pay homage to the Buddha every [-]th day of the Lunar New Year and bow down devoutly.

With a bang, Rong Changkun kicked open the wooden door unceremoniously, and the scene inside surprised him immediately—how could there be any little monk?He was clearly a stunning man in the world.

Seeing someone recklessly kicking the door open, Wuqing immediately stood up, rubbing her sleeves nervously on the spot, two red clouds immediately flew over her delicate face, she was even more beautiful than that shy Huaniang.

Rong Changkun couldn't help stepping into the door, "Wonderful, Yun Chuxiu actually hid such a little beauty..."

He stared at Wuqing with all his eyes, Wuqing was inexplicably afraid, and his intuition told him that the benefactor in front of him should be the son of Zaifu and had malicious intentions, but why did he approach him...

Wuqing kept backing away in fear, but the young prince's clothes were too loose, he stepped on the corner of the clothes clumsily, and fell straight to the ground, half of his thin and smooth shoulders were exposed.

Wuqing tugged at his sleeves in a panic.

This move fell into the eyes of Rong Changkun, who called it a refusal or a welcome.

He was dazzled by the beauty, and he had long forgotten about catching the little monk.

"Little beauty, follow me back to the prime minister's mansion, and take care of your delicious and spicy food... Do you know how many flower girls and young men are raised in Yun Chuxiu's palace? He will love you for a few days at most, turn around And looking for other waitresses..."

Wuqing was terrified.

What the hell is this benefactor talking about?

Rong Changkun was getting closer and closer to him, but Wuqing had nowhere to retreat.

When he was about to cry, Yun Chuxiu suddenly appeared behind Rong Changkun and punched the latter's eyes into panda eyes.

Rong Changkun covered his eyes and felt pain again and again, and stepped on the three-inch golden lotus of Wang Bust who came after him.

The screams of the two were mixed, and they almost didn't hug each other. The yamen guards behind them all pursed their lips to hide their smiles.

Rong Changkun is the delicate son of Rong Xiang. How has he ever suffered such humiliation?

He scolded angrily: "Yun Chuxiu, you bastard!"

After finishing speaking, he drew out a knife and chopped at Yun Chuxiu.

Rong Changkun is a second-generation ancestor who is a fool. He doesn't know anything about poetry, books, etiquette, and he doesn't know everything about dancing knives and guns.With three or two moves, Yun Chuxiu turned the knife into her hand, and cut the robe on his body into vertical strips, which was hollowed out, more graceful than Meijiao Niang.

The Yamen couldn't bear it any longer, and burst out laughing.

When Wang Bust saw this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly asked Mr. Gui to find Yishan.

Gui Gong took his clothes embarrassingly, "Mother Wang...you can't let Rong Shao wear the things I'm waiting for..."

Wang Bust hurriedly said helplessly: "It's expediency. If Young Master Rong leaves my restaurant today with this image, he will destroy this place in the future."

Wang Bust obsequiously put the clothes on Rong Changkun, and a big "turtle" character on the back appeared in front of everyone's eyes, but no one dared to remind him.

Rong Changkun was so angry that his face turned red and purple. He wrapped his clothes tightly, regardless of whether he was beautiful or not.

He doesn't believe that a living monk just disappeared?

What kind of tricks are there in a place of fireworks like the Xanfeng Pavilion?

In order to please benefactors, it is also common for young ladies to change different buns.

Rong Changkun stepped forward and was about to pull off Wuqing's chignon, and when his fingers touched his hair, Yun Chuxiu's slender fingers directly strangled his throat, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, "My lord!" I said that if he loses a hair, I will kill you as a dog."

Rong Changkun grabbed his hand desperately, and at the same time said with difficulty: "You... you... let go... this... young master..."

Yun Chuxiu let him go abruptly, and Rong Changkun leaned on the table behind him like a panting wild dog, breathing heavily for air.

Rong Changkun stared at Wuqing with a fierce look in his eyes, scaring him to hide behind Yun Chuxiu.

He then glared at Wang Bustard, "You lowly maidservant! Tell me honestly whether this person is the little monk who was forced into prostitution by Yun Chuxiu!"

Wang Bust knew better than anyone else that the stunning man with the fake bun in front of him was the young monk she had bought.

In this situation, she knows better than anyone else that she cannot admit that she is buying and selling people.

What's more, the fact has been covered up by the little prince, why didn't she just go downhill?

As soon as the tears came, Wang Bust knelt on the ground and cried out for himself: "Young Master Rong, no matter how daring and reckless this slave is, he will definitely not insult the disciples under the seat of the Buddha."

While wiping her tears with a handkerchief, she lied calmly: "This young man is a distant relative of this slave. Both his parents died and he had no one to rely on. He came to join this slave. He just happened to be in love with the little prince... Where is the monk?" Say it?"

Although Wang Bust was always annoying, but today Yun Chuxiu really likes her four words of "compassion".

The yamen servants in Jingzhao Yin's mansion did not see any monks. It is said that those who know the current affairs are heroes. These errand runners are most afraid of doing errands for these princes and nobles. Anyone who offends them will have their heads taken away.

The leader of the Yacha carefully whispered to Rong Changkun: "Master Rong, you have also searched the house, and there are indeed no monks. Would you like to let the younger ones escort you back to the prime minister's mansion first?"

Rong Changkun saw that he had suffered from being dumb, so he put down his harsh words, "Yun Chuxiu, sooner or later, my young master will let you go around!" Then he left the Xunfeng Pavilion aggressively.

It's just that he came in a hurry and sneakily, he didn't use the carriage in the mansion, so he had to walk back to Xiang's mansion from the street, and swaggered through the city with the word "turtle" on his back.

Until he returned to Xiang's mansion and was bumped into by his father who was about to go to court early, Rong Xiang almost died of anger on the spot.

Finally, he managed to fool the troublemaker away, and Wang Bust's fat body collapsed on the ground, muttering incessantly: "Thank you Buddha and Bodhisattva for blessings, believers will definitely fulfill their vows piously..."

How could Wuqing have expected that his first day in the capital would be such an unspeakable situation?

He took off the chignon on his head, clasped his hands together, and silently repented.

Because of him, he caused all these misfortunes, and violated the precepts of Qingxiu, which is really a sin.

Wuqing also understood the general situation of the little prince from today's conversation, since he is a noble man in Tianhuang, he should find a way to help him find senior brother Wuchen.

He first thanked him with the gift of a monk, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "My lord, I still have a request. Could you please help me find brother Wuchen with my best efforts? I just entered the capital and got separated from my brothers. The little monk will definitely pray for the prince sincerely, and copy the Buddhist scriptures to show his gratitude."

Yun Chuxiu chatted with that bastard Rong Changkun for a long time. He was thirsty and was about to pour some tea to moisten his throat when he found that the teapot was empty.

The tortoise on the side cleverly poured water.

He crossed his legs, and returned to his original cynical state, and replied: "Don't worry, I will send you to meet your senior brothers after the matter is over."

Wu Qing was puzzled, "What hasn't ended yet?"

Yun Chuxiu put down her legs, leaned over and asked the prostitute Wang who was lying on the ground knowingly: "For example, the matter of buying and selling people in the Xunfeng Hall, forcing a good man into prostitution..."

Wang Bust thought that the world would be peaceful, but who would have thought that the young prince would still miss this?

She rolled and crawled to Yun Chuxiu's feet, "Little prince, you have to save this slave! I was blinded by lard for a while, and I didn't know the master with my eyes. wrong……"

She kowtowed desperately to Yun Chuxiu until the center of her brows bled, and suddenly remembered something important, she climbed to Wuqing and continued to bow, "Master, for the sake of the Buddha, please spare the slave's bastard!" Didn’t the Buddhists often say that saving one’s life is better than building a seven-level pagoda? From now on, this slave will definitely do good deeds sincerely and never do this kind of thing again...”

Without a pure heart and a pure heart, he firmly believes in the oaths that others easily say.He took Wang Bust by his side and taught her: "Benefactor, if you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing good about it."

"I don't care about what happened yesterday, I hope to use this to influence the benefactor, and hope that the benefactor will have good thoughts in his heart in the future, and don't do evil again."

Seeing that the deceitful little monk let go, Wang Bust's heart was more than half relieved.

She has been in Fengyue since she was ten years old, whether it is true or false, she can see through it at a glance.

The little prince is a frequent visitor to the Xanfeng Pavilion, but he has never protected other people like he protected the little monk.Even when a benefactor had a dispute and it hurt him, the little prince would either ignore it or fan the flames, watching the excitement was no big deal.

The way he looked at the little monk was very different from the way he looked at Xiaozhu.

The little prince has his heart set on the little monk.

Wang Bust was sure of this point, and begging the little lord would be better than asking the simple little monk for forgiveness.

Yun Chuxiu is exquisite and transparent, and Wang Bustard's little calculation cannot be hidden from him.

He waved his fan and said lazily, "Mother Wang, you really know how to beg for help..."

Wang Bust smiled bitterly and said: "The young prince and the master are both kind people, and they will surely free the slaves to survive."

"Then tell me in detail how you bought and sold the little monk."