Twilight Cloud Returns

Three days later, it will be the auspicious day for the third year of Tianqi, which is suitable for marriage and business.

Qinghe Clothing Factory reopened amidst the celebrations of the neighbors. When people saw Wei Yao disabled, they only thought that he had his legs bitten by a wild beast when he went out to hunt. No one knew the real reason why he lost his legs suddenly.

On the opening day, someone hurriedly delivered a large bunch of lotus flowers with sharp corners in the south of the Yangtze River, silently placed them at the entrance of the square and left.It was Wei Yao who discovered it first, called his wife, and asked the customers in surprise, "Which honored guest gave this to you?"

Mrs. Liu, who had the best eyes, replied, "It seems that a big and round barbarian came to give it to me..."

Wei Yao thought it was sent by someone from Yue'er's mother clan, but when he was about to speak, Su Heyue answered what he was thinking: "Since I came back, I have no contact with them, and it is even more impossible to meet them in the future. "

When he was about to think, he was distracted by the bustling business in the store.

It was just a bunch of lotus, Wei Yao asked Yue'er to accept it.

Su and Yue were preparing water in the back hall and were about to place the lotus on the water when a delicate deer puppet fell out of the lotus.

The eyes of the deer puppet are carved very vividly, showing its playfulness and wit to the fullest, just like the little deer king on the grassland that day.

A gentle and soft smile crossed the corner of her lips, and Su Heyue carefully placed the puppet beside the lotus, waiting for it to bloom.

Maybe changing the name of the store would really change the fate. The business of Qinghe Garment Factory is really as Wuqing said, the business is booming, and there is an endless stream of people who come to buy spring shirts.

The Wei family and his wife reconcile the account every night to Zishi.

The news that Qinghe Garment Factory received a lotus gift also reached the ears of Yun Chuxiu and Wuqing.

After Yun Chuxiu was rescued by Man Xie on Ying Falcon Mountain, he sent secret agents from the Yun tribe to visit Man Xie to understand the cause and effect.

He said meaningfully to Wuqing: "The lotus is originally an aquatic plant. If it is moved to this arid Liangzhou, it may not grow."

Wuqing also heard Man Xie's story, felt a little distressed, and said: "Whether he grows up or not, it's all because of his sincerity."

Just when the life of the people in Liangzhou was getting better and better, Chu Mohen, Yun Chuxiu, Liu Yi, Wei Guoan and other people left the border.

Wuqing sat on the carriage, raised the curtain, and looked towards the desert behind him.

The yellow sand in the distance forms hills, and a wisp of green smoke soars upwards, bordering the afterglow of the setting sun. The scenery is very charming.

Yun Chuxiu also followed Wuqing's gaze, and was also shocked by the desolate and magnificent beauty, saying: "This can really live up to the eternal singing of 'the desert is solitary, the long river falls into the sun'."

Wuqing put down the curtain, a little disappointed: "It's just a pity... I stayed in Liangzhou for a long time, and I didn't think of it until I left..."

Yun Chuxiu rubbed his sentimental little head, raised his sword eyebrows lightly, and said lazily: "What's the problem? Wait for me to eradicate the traitors and make the border peaceful. Happy days."

Wuqing showed a happy face, and stretched out his little finger from the spacious sleeve, "Then we will make a deal."

Yun Chuxiu immediately hooked his slender fingers, "Young Lord Yun once said a word, it's hard to follow."

The news that the majestic and killing general Zhenyuan will soon return to the capital reaches the capital.

The people in the capital were very happy, and they had long been looking forward to the general's return to the capital.

Rumor has it that girl Yuwan, who was drunk and rouge, was so excited that she cried and passed out many times in her boudoir when she learned that the general was coming back soon.

But now the capital's opinion of Yun Chuxiu has been one-sided, praising him for his lack of talent and learning, and his suave manner.

He was born like a noble tree, and now he has become the wishful man in the fantasy of the girls in the boudoir. He doesn't care how famous he was before, and even compiled various reasons for himself in his heart. "Excuse - the reason for most people is that the flower girls in Hualou have no sense of propriety, justice and shame, their behavior is unrestrained, and they seduce the little prince, so that his reputation is harmed.

Sometimes people in the world are like this. If they are dissatisfied with someone, no matter how many good deeds they have done, they can always pick out the bones from the egg; People excused.

They have always wanted to see and hear only what they said and did in accord with their own thoughts and thoughts.

The carriage slowly drove into the capital, and the common people spontaneously stood on both sides of the market, lining the road to welcome Yun Chuxiu, who had made great contributions to the border of the country.

Unclear only feel ironic!

Yun Chuxiu didn't take it seriously, instead he said cheerfully to Wuqing: "Ah Qing, do you know why I was treated so grandly by the people in the city last time?"

Wuqing shook his head, only to hear that he said calmly: "It seems that the year when the emperor first came to the throne, I had a dispute with the second ancestor Rong Changkuna on the street, and immediately started fighting. Everyone in the capital heard the news and rushed Come on, just like today's crowds are empty, see how the two of us fight hard, and then applaud from the sidelines, it's best to hurt both of us, and eradicate our two scourges at once..."

He narrated lightly, as if the protagonist of the story was not him, but it fell into Wuqing's ears, the more he didn't care, the more he felt uncomfortable—how much has he endured to forge the calmness and indomitability of today...

The weather in the capital is warmer than that in Liangzhou, which is bone-chillingly cold. Yun Chuxiu felt a little stuffy in the carriage, so he raised his feather fan to fan the uncomfortable air.

The distance from the city gate to Prince Yun's Mansion was longer and disturbing for the two of them than the distance from Liangzhou to the capital.

After finally returning to the palace, the group finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as the servants finished making the tea, Fatty jumped in quickly, and his huge body jumped straight into Yun Chuxiu's arms, almost crushing him!

It made a "woo woo woo" sound, its tail was wagging happily, and it was about to lick his face with its tongue.

Yun Chuxiu picked it up, pretending to be angry and said: "You big dog, I was not killed by the enemy at the border, and I will be smashed to death by you when I come back."

Chubby was very human, and immediately understood that his master was mocking him for being fat. He grunted to express his dissatisfaction, broke away from his arms, and ran to Wuqing's side, lying obediently beside him, and recognized him as his master.

The chubby fur is fluffy and smooth, so cute, Wuqing couldn't help stroking it.

Yun Chuxiu smacked her mouth in dissatisfaction: "Look, I can't help my father... Just now I thought about me so much, now I don't even have the time to blink, so I'm 'transferring love'..."

Just as he was talking, Gu Xiaorui came in like a whirlwind, wiping his tears with his hands, crying, "My lord... you and your son are back..."

Gu Xiaorui grew up with the prince since he was a child, and has never been away from him for such a long time, so he has a lot of worries about his master.

"Okay, okay..." Yun Chuxiu comforted him, "Didn't your little prince come back safely... crying so miserably here, others thought that this king died for Da Zhou on the battlefield!"

Gu Xiaorui was suddenly amused by Yun Chuxiu.

He took away Fat Hairy who was happily circling on the spot, and said to the little prince: "My lord, during your absence, I will take care of the palace and Yulan Courtyard in an orderly manner, so you can rest assured. The only downside is that Chubby misses you so much, she lost a few catties..."

And Fat Rong also let out an "ow" at the right time, indicating that he had indeed lost weight.

When Yun Chuxiu, who was sipping tea, heard this, she almost choked on the tea—fortunately, the dog lost weight. If he hadn't lost weight, little Ah Qing would have to carry herself into the coffin after the smash just now!

Amidst the laughter, the servants notified that a storyteller surnamed Qian asked to see him, saying that he had something important to present to the young prince.

As soon as the word storyteller was mentioned, Wuqing thought of the torrential rain afternoon before he left Beijing. He remembered all the slander, slander, insult and abuse in his heart.

Yun Chuxiu also remembered this Mr. Qian who was used to turning right and wrong into black and white, but he had just returned to Beijing recently, and the big tiger hadn't been rectified yet, so how could he have time to deal with such small shrimps?

Didn't reward him with amputation on the spot, and the ancestral grave with the surname Qian is already smoked, how dare he come to Prince Yun's mansion openly?

He didn't even lift his eyelids, and said: "Just send it away, and this kind of trivial matter is also disturbing the king?"

There was some dissatisfaction in Yun Chuxiu's tone, so frightened that the servants who informed him didn't dare to speak out, and tremblingly said: "Qian...Mr. Qian said to return the Buddhist robe of a master in Huishan Temple..."

Hearing this, Wuqing couldn't help clenching his fists.

That day, in the name of insulting Buddhism, they forcibly took off his robes.Now that he is returning it again, is it to remind him not to forget the shame of that day?

The servants of Prince Yun's Mansion naturally didn't know that Mr. Qing sitting in the hall at the moment was the master of Huishan Temple that Mr. Qian said, but they felt that they were suffering from the cold gaze of Mr. Qing from the world-famous Mr. Qing for no reason, and their bodies kept trembling.

Yun Chuxiu got up, stretched his clenched fists, and said softly: "Go and sit behind the screen, today I will make Mr. Qian suffer a little bit."

Wu Qing nodded.

Following Gu Xiaorui's footsteps, Mr. Qian finally saw the general's demeanor, and he was incoherent in a moment of excitement: "Grass... Caomin Qian... Qian's kowtow... kowtow to see the general..."

Gu Xiaorui respectfully put aside the son's clothes before he returned to vulgarity.

Yun Chuxiu just drank tea and didn't say a word.

There was no general to speak, so Mr. Qian could only kneel on the ground.It's okay for a while, but after a little longer, not only the waist is sore and the legs are numb, but the knees are also painful.

The teacup was hollow, and Yun Chuxiu seemed to remember a storyteller asking for an audience, and said casually, "A storyteller in the capital?"

"Yes……"

"What stories do you usually tell? Pick up some of the most popular plots and let me listen to them."

Isn't the most popular on weekdays the love affairs of his little prince Yun?

How dare Mr. Qian say that!

Bean-sized drops of sweat fell to the ground from his forehead covered with horizontal stripes.

He wiped his sweat with his sleeves, and said: "The grassroots just make up a few jokes casually, to amuse the ignorant people, and dare not enter the general's ears, for fear of polluting the general's clear hearing..."

"Since it's spreading rumors, do you know what crime you should be guilty of!"

Yun Chuxiu immediately interrupted his sophistry, his tone suddenly became heavier, and a stern look appeared from his face.

Mr. Qian is a master who is tough on the inside and strong on the outside but hard on the outside. He was so frightened that his ass pissed, and he couldn't stop knocking his head on the ground, begging for mercy and saying: "General, the grass people know it's wrong... the grass people are just talking about something. Duanzi earns tea money and eats for a living, there is really no other intention, I hope the general will find out!"

He knocked the ground with a "bang bang" sound until the center of his brow was stained with blood.

A pair of black gold-rimmed cloud-pattern boots appeared in front of Mr. Qian. The latter looked up at the owner of the boots, only to see Yun Chuxiu's eyes filled with murderous intent.

He said with a gloomy face: "There are many ways to make a living, but you have to choose the most despicable one--talking dirty and innocent."

"Since Mr. Qian likes to tell stories so much, the general will punish you to tell them for three days and nights without stopping."

Before Mr. Qian was astonished, he was dragged away by servants in the mansion, wooden blocks were placed at the corners of his mouth, and the noose tied with wooden blocks was hung behind his ears, and he was carried back with his mouth wide open. wine shop.

Gu Xiaorui received a task of listening to books for three days and three nights, so he was very relaxed at this time.

He crossed his arms and said to Mr. Qian at the gate of the palace: "Sir, you can start telling the story! If you finish the story earlier, you can take out this piece of wood earlier, and you will suffer less."

Mr. Qian's entire mouth was forcibly pulled open, and at this moment he could only make a sound of "ahah", how could he tell a story?

Gu Xiaorui dug out his ear holes, frowned and said, "Sir, what kind of book are you talking about? Why can't you understand the content?"

Mr. Qian really wants to cry but has no tears!

He had no choice but to open and close it hard, but every time he opened it, the sharp corners of the wooden block could always pass his lips.Just by speaking a few words, Mr. Qian's mouth has already turned into a mouth full of blood.

Gu Xiaorui sneered, and said to himself: This is the end of slander and slander created out of nothing!

As soon as he left the gate of the palace, Mr. Qian, who was suffering so much, saw a sedan chair landed in front of the gate, and a beautiful lady hurriedly stepped down from it, and rushed into the palace of Prince Yun, crying pear blossoms with rain.

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Today's headlines: Prince Yun slammed his marketing account with a heavy blow, Mr. Qian, a well-known blogger who broke the news, was brutally punished (manual dog head