Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight - Chapter 146

Walking into the dark and narrow aisle again, Yaoying couldn’t help shuddering slightly and tightened her cloak.

Bi Suo walked in front with a lamp in her hand, glanced at her temples soaked in dense water vapor, and whispered: “Wang is unwell and depressed. I don’t know how to let Wang relax and make her own decision. Ask the princess to come, it’s embarrassing for the princess.”

Yaoying looked down at the road under her feet, and said, “It’s not a problem, the mage’s body is important.”

She remembers the ending of Tamaraga… I hope he can live well, she can change Li Zhongqian’s ending, and she should also change him.

“General, why is the mage depressed and incomprehensible?”

Yaoying asked in a low voice, the Dharma of Tamaragarh is profound, sees the worldly conditions, has no sorrow or joy, and should not be trapped by ordinary worldly troubles.

Bi Suo said: “Xu is because the government affairs of Japan, North Korea and China were busy and the war was tight in the previous period. Wang was tired and worried for days.”

Yaoying frowned slightly.

Bi Suo babbled a few words casually, fell silent, looked at the lamp in his hand, but the rest of the light stayed on Yaoying.

Tamara Gha is the son of a Buddha, and it is inconvenient to summon her in the middle of the night, so she put on a cloak and followed him into the temple from the secret path, without asking much. For fear of leaking the news, I didn’t bring a soldier.

She didn’t care about wronging her in this way.

She is such a majestic woman, even if she doesn’t do anything, she only needs a careless look, which is enough to make people fascinated, make the most vigorous warrior of the tribe red-eared, willing to be born and die for her, not to mention that she is kind to a person. It’s wholeheartedly, full of enthusiasm, who can stand it?

Tamara Gha hadn’t seen her before, and he didn’t know that there was such a woman in the world.

If you are prejudiced, get acquainted, and get along day after day, naturally you can’t help but give birth to exclusive desires.

I have seen light and warmth, and can no longer stand the darkness and loneliness.

But Luo Jia was so sober again, he wouldn’t be so confused as to possess a Chinese girl as a Buddha.

In that case, he will incur eternal infamy, and Princess Wen Zhao will definitely be regarded as a witch who has harmed the country and the people.

No woman can bear such pressure.

Therefore, Luo Jia couldn’t even say anything to keep her, he could only call her name quietly when she was unconscious after she left.

Bi Suo was in a heavy heart. He wanted Luo Jia to get better, but he was afraid that what he was doing would make Luo Jia sink deeper, so that the last of them was ashamed of death, and the other was notorious.

There is a double law in the world…

I hope he did nothing wrong.

Bi Suo stopped and pushed open a secret door. The lamp in his hand pointed forward: “The king is inside.”

Yaoying watched along the dim lights, deep in the road leading to a quiet room, the felt curtain was hanging down, and a few faint candlelights swayed, faintly illuminating the outline of the furnishings in the room, and the golden light of the carpet laid on the ground flickered. .

“The healer has been here, and the medicine is on the table, and the princess has to remind the king to take the medicine.”

Bi Suo stood outside the secret door and said.

Yaoying hummed softly, and stepped inside. The room was warm and sultry. She quickly sweated, took off her cloak, and after a long case, she saw the letter and the box she sent from people, and a pot of heat surged. A few packets of medicinal herbs wrapped in silk brocade, a large plate of iced melons and fruits, and a bowl of ice cream sprinkled with sour plums.

Cigarettes curled up in the inner room, and she lifted the tent and looked inside. The furnishings in the room are simple: a couch, two long tables, a candle, a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, and a charcoal stove.

There was a person lying on the couch, his eyes closed, his complexion was reddish, and he was motionless, covered with a thin blanket. The stove was burning in the inner room, and it was warm, with fine beads of sweat coming out of his forehead, the blanket was turned over, and the monk’s sleeves were exposed outside.

Yaoying stepped forward lightly, leaned over, pulled out the half of the thin blanket rolled into a ball under his arm, unfolded it, and covered his bare shoulders, her fingers accidentally rubbed his shoulders, which was sticky and greasy. .

He not only sweated on his head, but also a thin layer of sweat on his body.

Yaoying looked around, found the copper basin, twisted the veil, and gently wiped the sweat on the forehead and cheeks of Tamaraga.

The slightly hot veil touched the skin, the sleeping man’s eyelashes trembled, slowly opened his eyes, two eyes fell into Yaoying’s eyes like autumn water.

He looked at her with a calm expression, blue eyes and clear blue eyes.

Yaoying’s movements lightened a little.

Sure enough, he was still tired, and during the day he walked so long for her, his condition worsened, and on such a hot day, he had to build a stove by the bed.

She wiped his face and shoulders, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: “Mage, I will help you up and wipe your body too? Sleep more comfortably.”

Tamaraga’s lips were pressed lightly, without saying a word.

His facial features are deep and handsome, and when there is no expression on his face, he looks cold and solemn. When he is serious, he is more awe-inspiring and holy. Now he is lying down and looking at Yaoying, even though he is ill, his aura is still graceful.

When he agreed, Yaoying supported him on his shoulders and let him sit on the fence beside the couch. She took care of the drunk Li Zhongqian and the injured Xie Qing. Both of them were tall and mammoth, and took care of the absence of Tamaraga. Next.

When he sat down, she let go of her hand, twisted the veil again, and gently pressed it on his neck, slowly descending.

The warm and smooth veil gently brushed his exposed collarbone, one corner of the veil slipped into the monk’s clothes, he suddenly raised his hand and held Yaoying’s wrist.

Yaoying raised her eyes to look at him, his face was calm, his eyes were cold, and the palm of her wrist was sweaty.

“Mage?”

Yaoying called him suspiciously, wouldn’t he recognize her again?

Tamaraga looked down at her for a long while, grabbed her with her right hand, lifted her left hand, untied the monk’s clothes with one hand, took the veil from her hand, and wiped her body by herself.

Seeing that he didn’t want to let herself touch him, Yaoying immediately lowered her head and backed away, her hands were tight, he held her tightly, not allowing her to move.

Yaoying said in his heart: It seems that he is not sober yet.

Tan Moroga held Yaoying with one hand, and wiped herself with the other. During the whole process, she looked at Yaoying with blue eyes faintly with cold eyes.

Yaoying didn’t help him for a while, nor did she retreat, she had to turn her eyes to stare at the candlelight on the long case.

The candlelight shook a few times, and Tamara Gha wiped it off, covered the monk’s clothes, leaned back on the couch, and then released her hand holding Yaoying.

Yaoying rubbed her wrist. Although he was ill, his hand strength was not weak.

Tamara Gaya closed his eyes, and after a while, opened his eyes and glanced over Yaoying.

“Why haven’t you left?”

He whispered, his tone expressing deep fatigue.

Yaoying said: “The mage hasn’t taken any medicine yet.”

Tamara Gha didn’t seem to expect Yaoying would answer her own words, raised her eyes and stared at her for a moment.

The woman sitting in front of him with a small smile on her face is really her.

In the next moment, Tamara Gama moved his eyebrows slightly, his body froze, his pupils slowly opened, and a trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes, like a quiet night, suddenly ignited shining starlight, and then gradually converged, and soon The desolation was restored, only dark clouds were left.

He has always been a calm and self-sufficient person, and he is just a moment’s shock.

Yaoying blinked and looked at his face.

Looking at each other, two breaths intertwined.

Yaoying knew that Tamaraga recognized herself and raised her eyebrows, “Mage, it’s me, General Ashina brought me here. Who did the mage recognize me just now?”

Tamara Gha didn’t speak, his figure remained motionless, as if he had fallen into solitude.

Seeing that he didn’t want to answer, Yaoying stopped asking, got up and walked to the long table, poured a bowl of medicine, and returned to the couch, holding the medicine bowl: “Master, take the medicine, the medicine is cold and bitter.”

Tamaraga stopped looking at her face.

With candlelight floating, she was wearing the clothes she wore when she was in the hall during the day, a plain beige cloth robe, her long hair tied up, and a jade lotus hairpin glowing with a warm luster between her ink hair. The powder was not applied, but she was young and delicate. , Snow-skinned and beautiful appearance, still compelling.

At dusk, the temple was densely packed with monks, and countless pilgrims outside the temple were onlookers. The Buddha statue looked down on the majestic statue. The temple owner sternly asked, she was formally expelled from the temple.

He walked up to her, looked down at her, and she winked playfully at him quietly, her expression relieved.

She can get rid of the identity of Modern Girl.

From beginning to end, both he and she knew that the modern girl was just a cover.

But at that moment, he actually had delusions, hoping that all the lies she told were true.

She admired him and regarded him as a trustworthy elder, thinking that he had no dust and no selfishness… She was wrong.

He condoned her unconscious intimacy.

He wanted her to stay, stay by his side, and go nowhere.

He is greedy for her company.

Therefore, he cannot keep her.

“Mage?”

A scent of clearing bitter medicine came out, Yaoying held the medicine bowl and handed it to Tamaraga.

Tamara Gha returned to his senses, shivering slightly, his mind gradually restored to clarity, took the medicine bowl, did not drink the medicine, put it aside, and reached out to Yaoying.

Yaoying was stunned and looked at him suspiciously.

Tamara Gha lowered her head, put her fingers across the sleeves, held up her wrists, rolled up her sleeves, and was careful not to touch her skin.

Hao’s wrist is slender and his skin is as white as fat, leaving a faint red mark on the place he just scratched.

“Does it hurt?”

He heard his own voice, calmly and calmly, but there were waves in his heart.

If I didn’t dare to ask in public, I asked it out after all.

Yaoying shook her head: “It’s okay, it will disappear in a while. I usually leave some marks when I accidentally bump it, and I don’t even need to wipe the medicine.”

Now she is used to beating, as long as there are no scars on her face.

Tamara Gha didn’t speak, looked at her other hand, still supporting her wrist through the sleeve, and lifting the sleeve with her fingers.

This time the action was still gentle, but her momentum was somewhat strong, she couldn’t refuse her.

Yaoying was at a loss for a while.

Tamara Gha supported her hand, and her right hand trembled imperceptibly.

She may have bumped this hand while avoiding the crowd during the day, and there were a few bruises, and when I looked at it under the lights, there were a few marks on the delicate white snow, which was a bit shocking.

Today, the people just threw melons and fruits that won’t hurt people.

Tan Moroga’s eyes were condensed.

Yaoying followed his gaze, she was also startled, thinking of the things on the square, she retracted her hand and covered her sleeves, “I don’t know where I touched it a few times. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

She picked up the medicine bowl that was put down by Tamara Ka, “Mage, take medicine.”

Tamaraga took the medicine bowl, raised his neck, moved gracefully, not slow, and drank it quickly.

Yaoying handed him a cup of water to rinse his mouth, remembering the holding box she had brought, picked it up and opened it, holding out a sheepskin bag inside.

“Mage, I bought this on the road when I returned to the Holy City, just to relieve the bitterness.”

She smiled and sat back on the couch, unwrapped the sheepskin bag, and pulled Tamaraga’s hand, letting him spread out her palms and put a clean veil on it.

The palms of the palms were slightly cold, and the Tamara Ka lowered his head. Under the light, a handful of crystal clear amber-shaped yellow and white sugar granules of various sizes fell on the veil in his palm. The sugar granules were plump and round with a bright color.

A faint sweet fragrance spread.

“Someone just happened to sell this today. I remember that the master often eats it.” Yaoying said, “I asked the healer that thorn honey can nourish and strengthen, quench thirst, relieve pain, and it is incompatible with the medicine the master is taking. This is the first batch of this year. Prickly honey, when I bought it, there were still branches and leaves in it, all of which were picked and cleaned. The mage will try it soon.”

Tamara Gha was silent for a while, picked up a piece of slightly yellow thorn honey, and sent it into the mouth.

The prickly honey is delicate and soft, the entrance is fat and fresh, a little sour sweetness explodes on the tip of the tongue, slowly overflowing the lips and teeth, sliding into the throat, and then, the fragrance of the teeth and cheeks, soaking into the lungs, until the sweetness is not happy. In the deepest part of his heart, he seemed to be able to feel the gurgling of blood and the slight soreness in his stiff limbs.

Yaoying looked at Tamaragarh baffledly: “Is it sweet?”

He looked at her and nodded.

“sweet.”

Very sweet.

Yaoying smiled and said, “In my hometown, prickly honey is a tribute.”

Prickly honey is a kind of sugar granules secreted and condensed on camel spines. In the past, the Western Regions often presented it as a tribute to Chang’an. When she bought melons and fruits today, she saw a few packs of thorn honey. Rarely, the sugar grains were as big as small grapes. I bought them all. One package was given to Li Zhongqian. I must really like it.

“It’s a pity that I squeezed a bag in front of the palace gate today…” Yaoying said with regret.

Tamaraga’s heart trembled slightly, remembering that Li Zhongqian was not by her side when he saw her during the day, and then Li Zhongqian hurried over, seeming to be holding several sheepskin bags in his hand.

When she was surrounded by people sneered and scolded, what she was thinking about was how many packets of prickle he used to eat?

He sat out for a while, gathered up his veil, put the unfinished prickly honey on the pillow, his eyes fell on Yaoying’s hand, and whispered, “There is medicine over there.”

Yaoying looked for it in the direction he was pointing, digging out a silver clam box, and opening it, there was a clear fragrance of medicine.

“Where do you want to wipe?”

Yaoying washed her hands, dragged the clam box, and asked.

Without a word, Tamaraga took the clam box from her hand, sat up a bit, dipped **** into the ointment, and motioned for her to roll up her sleeves.

Yaoying was taken aback, “I’m fine.”

She thought the medicine was going to be rubbed on his leg.

Tamara Gha raised her eyes to look at her, her complexion a little better than before, and she said softly and unquestionably, “Apply some medicine, it will get better soon.”

Yaoying had to sit down and roll up her sleeves.

Tamara Gha leaned over, wiped her wrists with a kerchief, and then gently applied ointment.

The thinly callused fingertips gently touched the wound, the ointment was slightly cool, and there was a slight pungent tingling in the bruises, Yaoying couldn’t help hissing lightly, and she rolled trembling.

Tan Moroga immediately raised her eyes to look at her, two eyes flashing like lightning, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned: “Does it hurt?”

He asked, before waiting for her to answer, the strength in his hand had been lightened a little, soft as a cloud.

Yaoying looked at Tamaraga in a daze, and shook her head.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

She whispered, her face was slightly warm, and a strange feeling surged in her heart again.