Twilight Cloud Returns

Rong Changkun struggled to push Fat Hairy, the surroundings were pitch black, and his ears were filled with the rumors and gossips he had heard falling on Yun Chuxiu. In his heart, it was as if Mount Tai was overwhelmed, and his heart was blocked uncomfortably, allowing him to taste the pain.

"I'm not a dog...I'm not trash...I'm not a dog...I'm not trash..."

Rong Changkun seemed to be in a daze, repeating these two sentences back and forth.

The chubby dog's paw that lost his temper suddenly slapped his chest, and Rong Changkun subconsciously spat out a big mouthful of blood. Those hurtful words seemed to be discharged from his body along with the blood, and the oppressive feeling in his heart disappeared. .

He suddenly grinned and said, "That's great...it's not uncomfortable..."

As the bitter smell of blood spread in the evening wind, the sound of the pipa in ambush from all sides came to an abrupt end, and everyone stopped their telltale tongues immediately, and the whole Zui Rouzhi fell into a strange silence instantly.

No one expected that there would be a fatal accident!

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all murmured in their hearts: It has nothing to do with me that Xiangye's son vomited blood!I'm just a spectator!

Fatty was also stunned, and it didn't need the servants to stop it, and immediately turned around and ran out frantically.

This clever and human dog is afraid...

Seeing the situation, Gu Xiaorui immediately chased him out - Fat Rong has caused a lot of trouble for the little prince this time!You must hide it well, and don't let others, especially the honorable people, know that you are a dog raised by the little prince!

Only now did Zhao Darong staggered over, his expression of sadness and resentment displayed to the fullest, and he said angrily: "What are you still doing in a daze! Hurry up and find that beast! Death!"

What happened just now happened so suddenly that the servants didn't realize it. At this moment, like a puppet returning from the soul, they followed the order dully and chased them out.

Zhao Darong put Rong Changkun, a porcelain vase that had vomited blood and was so weak as to be broken at the touch of a touch, on his shoulder, and said viciously to Yun Chuxiu: "Cousin, don't worry! Cousin will definitely find the beast that hurt you If you want it to be hacked into pieces, it will die a terrible death!"

"No! It's not a beast!" Wuqing blurted out impatiently when he heard that Zhao Dayong was going to treat Fat Rong like this.

Zhao Darong followed the prestige and found that this was an old enemy.

Although he has renewed his hair now and returned to vulgarity, that exquisite face can be unforgettable forever with just one glance.

Unexpectedly, he really left Buddhism and followed Yun Chuxiu, God helped him this time!Zhao Darong thought in his heart: The little monk defended the animal in such a way, it must have something to do with it, presumably the animal was probably raised by Yun Chuxiu.

It seems that God and I have the same mind, and Rong Changkun, who is in the way, is about to die, and at the same time put the blame on others.

Zhao Darong concealed the joy in his heart, and said: "Who should I speak out for, young master? It turns out to be the old friend of the young father-in-law! So defending that beast that hurts people, is it possible that you are the one who can raise it! Or It is said that the little father-in-law can raise..."

The light in his eyes scanned Yun Chuxiu.

When Yun Chuxiu heard that Wu Qing was being insulted for nothing, a frightening light shone from his eyes, and the short crescent knife in the fold of his fan leaned out, hitting Zhao Darong's throat, and said badly: "Who cares?" Take care of your tongue, don't let me cut it off and feed it to the dog!"

Wuqing regretted endlessly, and was immediately caught by the other party.

As soon as this statement came out, the benefactors onlookers could sort out the ins and outs of the matter—the little father-in-law fought for the oiran Yuwan and Zhao Dayong, and the infatuated waiter let the vicious dog bite each other in order to repay the father-in-law's love.

Tsk, gossip in Beijing is scheduled for tomorrow.

Zhao Darong's purpose of this trip has been achieved, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, if he is hurt by the little prince again, then he will be even more sinful!

His triumphant gaze was caught by Yun Chuxiu, and Wuqing also grabbed his arm, signaling that there should be no more trouble.

Yun Chuxiu reluctantly took back the feather fan, and Zhao Darong returned to the prime minister's mansion with Rong Changkun, who was already in a coma.

When one of the protagonists left the stage, there was no excitement to watch, so everyone left the stage one after another to continue the unfinished heroic action on the bed.

The two returned to Yunsheng's wing, and Yunsheng found Jinchuang medicine and applied it to Yun Chuxiu's slight scratches.

After a long time, Yun Sheng asked, "When did he leave the capital?"

This is the first cloud shadow he refers to.

Yun Chuxiu paused for a moment, then said: "Three days ago, he specifically told you not to tell you."

Yun Sheng smiled wryly, she understood that since ancient times, there have been many partings due to injuries.

Yun Sheng calmed down all her sentimental emotions, as if after this change, she lost some of her former innocence and cuteness, and became a little more indifferent, and said: "I went to look for him in your mansion that day, originally I wanted to entrust him with a few things Let’s do it. If that’s the case, then I’ll tell my brother the news I’ve got recently.”

She sat on a chair and said solemnly: "Ever since my brother was assassinated on the Huishan forest trail and found out afterwards that the low-quality iron arrows were privately made by the people, I have been investigating the source of the iron arrows in Liang Cai's hands. Drunk Rouge pays attention to the movements of the officials. Sure enough, I found some clues..."

"I found out that those assassins often travel to and from Jiangnan, and officials from Jiangnan and other places also communicate with Liang Cai privately, and their actions are extremely secretive."

Yun Chuxiu frowned and said: "There are many things in the south of the Yangtze River, there are many cities, and there are countless officials. Do you have a list of these officials who have made friends with Liang Cai in private?"

Yun Sheng shook his head dejectedly, "It's not easy to find out that someone who has a private relationship with Liang Cai is an official in the south of the Yangtze River..."

"No problem, leave the rest to elder brother, Sheng'er has already done a lot..." Yun Chuxiu rubbed Yun Sheng's head and comforted her.

Wuqing listened from the sidelines, feeling guilty for not being able to help Shang Zhihuan.

The thoughtful Yun Sheng noticed the change in Wuqing, and she seemed to have regained her old laughter and joked like her brother: "Brother Zhi Huan, please persuade your sweetheart, he will feel that he is a useless person again But... as everyone knows, in your heart, he is the most useful person in the world."

Wuqing's face turned red with those words, like a ripe persimmon.

Yun Chuxiu protected his wife and said, "Sheng'er, don't tease your elder brother Qing."

"Okay, okay..." Yun Sheng compromised, "It's getting late, you guys taught those two second-generation ancestors a lesson in drunk rouge today, there will definitely be no movement on Rongxiang's side, and it's meaningless to stay here any longer ..."

Yun Chuxiu joked, "Is this to drive brother away?"

"Of course!" Yun Sheng replied unceremoniously, "I played the most famous Flying Daggers for you two, what else is there to be dissatisfied with..."

Seeing Yun Sheng who was as lively as ever, Wu Qing couldn't help laughing.

Yun Chuxiu smiled and said: "I think you are very smart with your mouth, you really follow me."

Yun Sheng sent the two out of the drunken rouge, her eyes inadvertently fell on Yun Chuxiu's waistband, hanging a concentric knot that was not very finely made, more like rough handwork at a stall, and There is also the same one on Wuqing's waist.

My elder brother didn't like these things in the past, presumably it was given to him by Wuqing, my elder brother must be dancing happily, wishing to sleep with this concentric knot in his arms!

Thinking of this, a feeling of envy suddenly rose in Yun Sheng's heart. She looked at the red sword tassel in her hand that could easily be blown away by the wind. What a joy it would be to have someone she knew to accompany and protect her in this life. ...

Xiangfu.

"Uncle, aunt!" Zhao Darong carried Rong Changkun, who was dying, and wailed back to the Prime Minister's mansion, followed by a group of family members who failed to find the fat and velvet.

Rong Xiang and Mrs. Rong in the main hall saw that their precious son had only gone out for an hour or two, and he became like this, and his heart ached as if he had rolled over a hot oil pan.

Madam Rong cried: "My son, my son... hurry to find Lang... no! Find the imperial physician!"

She looked at Rong Pingju, and said heartbreakingly, "Master Xiang, hurry up and ask Imperial Physician Hu to save our Kun'er!"

Rong Pingju glared at the servant at the side, "What are you still doing in a daze! Why don't you hurry up and invite him to Imperial Doctor Hu's mansion!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The poor servant scrambled and ran out.

Rong Changkun was lying on the bed, his face was pale, his lips were as pale as a little man in a coffin shop, and he muttered, "Mother... Kun'er Leng... Kun'er Leng..."

When Rong Pingju heard it, he immediately said angrily: "Go and set up some stoves for the young master!"

The servants came in and out, busy inside and out, and in this spring of March, they had to light a scorching charcoal fire for the dying young master.

After finally setting up the heater, I surrounded Rong Changkun and heard him raving nonsense: "I'm not a dog... I'm not a trash... I'm not a dog... I'm not a trash..."

Madam Rong held his hand tightly without thinking too much, following his words to comfort her: "How can Kun'er be a waste? Kun'er is my mother's treasure, her lifeblood..."

Rong Pingju listened to this, looked at Zhao Darong who was obsessed with acting worried about his cousin, and said, "Rong'er, what is going on!"

Zhao Darong fell to his knees with a plop, raised his right hand, and slapped himself loudly on the face, saying in grief and indignation, "Uncle, please punish Rong'er! It was Rong'er who failed to persuade my cousin to let him I went to Zui Rouge, and met the young man, so I was humiliated!"

Madam Rong heard Zhao Darong knelt on the ground with self-reproach, and said, "How can this be your fault! Rong'er, get up quickly and explain what happened to your uncle and aunt."

Zhao Darong is now the only hope of his Rong family, Rong Pingju hastened to help him up, "Rong'er, what are you doing, get up quickly, explain to uncle what wronged Kun'er..."

Zhao Darong wiped his tearless eyes, distorted the facts and said, "Cousin has been a little spirited these days. He was bored in the mansion, so I begged Rong'er to take him out to Zui Rouzhi to listen to a song...Rong'er can't stand it." At the plea of ​​my cousin, I took him there..."

Listening to Qu'er was just an occasional talk, Rong Pingju and Mrs. Rong knew in their hearts that it was because they couldn't bear the loneliness and wanted to drink flower wine.

They looked at Hu Lai's Aiko, unable to blame the confused person, they could only sigh angrily.

Zhao Darong continued: "Who would have imagined that the young man was there too! He was arguing with us for Miss Yuwan, and he spoke rudely, mentioning the fact that his cousin's eyes were destroyed on the day of the ritual ceremony. He got into a fight. It turned out that Zui Rouzhi had the old love of the little father-in-law, and that person frightened his cousin by setting a vicious dog, and even insulted his cousin. Now he is... a trash, not as good as a dog!"

"That vicious dog is either that old man, or the little father-in-law raised it!"

Zhao Darong blamed Yun Chuxiu for everything, and tearfully accused him of his evil deeds.

Rong Pingju clenched his wrinkled fist tightly, gnashed his teeth, and said, "Yun Chuxiu! This old man will cut you into pieces and avenge my son!"

Cloud Palace.

Gu Xiaorui came back dejectedly, saying that he had not found Fat Rong, and neither had anyone from the Xiangfu.

Yun Chuxiu waved her hand and said, "Forget it, Fat Rong has a spirituality, so I don't think I'll get hurt..."

At bedtime, Yun Chuxiu rarely turned his back to Wuqing, and the clear moonlight sprinkled on his profile through the paper window like water, reflecting an imperceptible desolation.

He didn't take the turmoil that happened tonight at all. He was worried about Wuqing from the beginning to the end. The words of Doctor Hu lingered in his ears all the time...

After staying by Zhihuan's side for a long time, Wuqing is no longer the little monk who was ignorant at the beginning. Although a lot happened tonight, he can still feel the subtle changes in Zhihuan.After Taiji Hu gave him his pulse, he seemed to be covered in a layer of worry.

Just as Wuqing was about to speak, Yun Chuxiu suddenly turned over and hugged him tightly in her arms, stronger than ever, confining him a little suffocating, Wuqing felt a strong possessive desire.

Yun Chuxiu buried her head deeply into Wu Qingbai's neck, and said in silence for a while, "Ah Qing, you must always be with me...always be with me..."

Wuqing smiled and said: "It's natural. We should be united forever and stay together forever..."

Before he could speak, Yun Chuxiu pressed his lips forcefully, sucking desperately, leaving countless red marks on his neck, as if every inch of his skin did not want to be let go, and would be deeply marked with Yun Chuxiu's lips. Chu Xiu's brand, even if you go to Lord Yan, you can find it at the first sight.

Wuqing hadn't been so intimate with him for a long time, he couldn't resist, he hugged Zhihuan, and asked tentatively: "What's wrong with you..."

Yun Chuxiu joked as usual, but there was a hint of melancholy in her tone, "I miss you..."

Wuqing heard that Zhizhi was still avoiding it, he suddenly recalled that during the day he was telling about the end of Gu Xiaorui's life experience, Zhihuo once said - there are some things, there is no need for the person concerned to know, to bear the pain.

He thought about the worst direction, tremblingly said: "Is it... something wrong with my body..."