Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight - Chapter 154

The sky is dim and the earth is dark, the clouds are rolling like ink, rushing to the thunder and trembling, like thousands of peaks and towers crashing and collapsing.

Among the surging dark clouds, silver snakes danced and flickered wildly.

The wind roared and the rubble was rolling everywhere, Yaoying shivered with cold, wrapped her leather jacket, tightened her sleeves, led her horse, and stumbled across the rugged canyon.

There were strange stones standing on the side of the road, the mountains were steep, and there was no smooth road for passage. This way, she staggered, she fell several times, her knees and arms were broken, the hot pain, the sky was dark in the blink of an eye, basically Regardless of opening the clothes to check.

Bi Suo walked in front of her, looked up at the rain clouds rolling over her head, looked back at Yaoying, who was swaying and standing unstable in the strong wind, and frowned, “Princess, the wind is really too big, come back tomorrow.” .”

The wind was so strong that his voice was submerged among the flying sand and gravel, and he had to raise his throat and shout again.

Yaoying squatted her waist and stood firmly, her eyes under the windshield looked like a pearl of Dendrobium, staring at him scorchingly.

Bi Suo said helplessly: “The next road horse can’t go, it’s too dark, I have to rush back, the army will not be out of camp tonight, we can rest for one night, and wait for the wind to stop and come back tomorrow morning.”

Yaoying glanced at the black gorge ahead, loosened the rein, and said, “Then I will walk in and the general will show me the way.”

Listening to her calm and firm tone, Bi Su knew that he couldn’t persuade her, secretly sighed, took the reins in her hand, placed the two mounts, and led her to move on.

Yaoying took off the cloth bag from the horse and carried it on her body, and followed him forward.

The sky was dim, and I couldn’t see anything from a few steps away. The gorge gradually rose up, and the two climbed up the rocks. The stone under her feet suddenly loosened, and the whole person fell into the pile of rocks beside him. Dizzy, unable to recover for a long time.

Bi Suo was so scared that he breathed tightly, jumped to her side a few steps, helped her get up, “Isn’t there a fall?”

“fine.”

Yaoying shook her head and got up, almost using her hands and feet to climb forward.

The electric light above his head tore through the sky, the heavy rain poured down, and the world was full of rain. Clothes, towels, hats, and wind-proof masks were quickly wetted and pressed coldly on his face.

She was stiff and cold, and she wore animal leather covers on her hands, still scarred.

I don’t know how long it has been climbing, but finally heard a loud voice in front of me: “Princess, here it is.”

He straightened up and pointed to a dark entrance.

“It’s here…Princess, the regent’s work is even more terrible this time than last time, you have to be careful.”

The rain was torrential, and rocks fell from both sides of the cliffs from time to time, with intermittent rumblings.

Yaoying was soaked, standing in front of the entrance, shivering, wiping away the messy hair that was sticking to her face, and walking in step by step.

Bi Suo stood there, watching her shuddering back be swallowed by darkness.

The depths of the gorge are cold and dark, and you can’t see your fingers. Rainwater pours in from the cracks in the rocks, ticking.

Yaoying fumbled forward in the dark, tried to light up the fire, and found that the tinder wrapped in the cloth had been soaked and wet by the rain.

She shivered all over, pulled off the soaking mask, her face was as pale as snow, and she walked in with her arms in her arms.

“General Su?”

Her soft call echoed in the narrow space.

Suddenly a light breeze swept across, and suddenly a hand stretched out in the darkness, grabbing her wrist.

Yaoying was taken aback, before she yelled out, her other hand directly strangled her throat, the thin calluses of her fingertips rubbed her wet skin, and her cold fingers pressed against the side of her neck.

She couldn’t breathe and shuddered all over.

Outside the gorge, a faint blue electric light pierced the entire night sky, illuminating the vast sky, the vast land, reflecting the entire canyon, and also reflecting the silhouette of the man beside Yaoying.

He stood in the dark, quietly, looking down at her, his face was full of terrible scars, brows were bright red, blue eyes were cold, without sadness or joy, without a trace of tenderness, under the electric light, he looked like Shura. .

Electric lights flicker, bright and dark.

When it is bright, Yaoying can see his ugly face clearly, when it is dim, only his cold eyes are left in front of her eyes.

He didn’t say a word, obviously he couldn’t recognize her, his eyes were indifferent and cold, his eyes covered with red blood.

It’s creepy.

In the sound of rain, Yaoying smelled the **** smell on his body. She was cold and her wound was very painful. She was almost suffocating. She lifted her hands that were not clasped, and slowly stretched her fingers towards his face.

“look at me.”

“I’m Li Yaoying.”

She stared at him, the corners of her eyes were reddish, water drops slipped from the side of the soaked temple, her fingers reached behind his head, hooked his neck, and pulled him closer to herself little by little until she could see from his eyes. Seeing his pale face in the middle.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Her eyes met and her breath blended. She was cold all over, and his breath was cold all over.

In the next instant, he suddenly released his hand and pushed Yaoying away.

“leave me alone.”

He said coldly, his voice was low and hoarse, he turned and walked in, his boots stepped over the rocks, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.

Yaoying had a sore throat and coughed, raising her foot to catch up.

He walked so big that no one was seen in a blink of an eye. Yaoying staggered behind and chased after him. There was a sudden landing in front of him. His tall and tall figure stopped moving suddenly, and then he fell into the cliff with a few muffled snorts.

Yaoying’s heart thumped, and she ran over quickly, helped him, and pulled his face, her fingers were sticky with blood.

He closed his eyes tightly and fainted.

She hugged him and sat beside the cold mountain wall.

The rainwater dripped with gravel and sand, hitting them on their heads and bodies, and his hideous face was bloodied.

Yaoying’s hands trembled, closed her eyes, put her arms around him, and gently touched his face with her fingers, slowly unwrapping the turban layer after layer, then went down, fumbled carefully, and tore it forcefully.

A beam of electric light entered the canyon, slowly revealing a picturesque face under the scars, mud and blood.

The regent Sultan is the Tamaragarh.

Yaoying’s face was calm, she let go of her mask and headscarf, turned out a clean veil, and wiped off the muddy water splashing on the man’s cheeks and neck.

She confirmed his identity the time he was almost taken back by the exercises and almost lost his mind.

He was imprisoned since he was a child and grew up weak and sick. Because the situation is unstable, he must conceal his illness and not leak the news. In the end, the lamp ran out…

In the past, she didn’t understand why Sudan’s ancient swordsmanship was fierce, sharp, and faintly compassionate. Later, she suddenly realized it.

Because he is Luo Jia.

…

When returning to the holy city from Gaochang, Yaoying was about to tell Tamaraga that she knew his dual identity. Zhu Luyun was in the holy city at the time and wrote a letter to her. She took the letter to find Roga… he treated her very much. cold.

Yaoying was at a loss for a while, staring straight at him for a long time, he ignored her, she circled him half a circle, and he still didn’t say anything.

When he was the son of Buddha, he was aloof and he was very strange to her, as if Sultan Gu was really another person.

Yaoying thought to him, holding a butcher knife in his hand and killing people like hemp is a last resort. He definitely doesn’t want to recall those things, and the less people who know this secret, the safer it is.

And she is just an outsider and shouldn’t spy on his secrets.

If Bi Suo knew that she knew that Sultan was Tamaraga, they might have to hesitate between killing her and letting her go.

In that early spring morning, Yaoying was playing with Garuda while thinking about it seriously. She didn’t want to embarrass Tamaragara, so she made up her mind to cover her mind, just as if she didn’t know they were alone.

…

The rain is like a note.

Yaoying calmed her mind, exerted her last bit of strength, moved Tamaraga to a dry place to lie down, poured out a few pills and fed him to take it.

On the way to the canyon, Bi Suo told her that she had to get close to him to wake him up, and as long as he regained consciousness, no major accidents would happen.

He should be fine when he wakes up again.

She untied his clothes and wiped him.

He usually wears a wide robe, looks thin, takes off his clothes, and has smooth muscles and bones.

Yaoying stopped, staring at the gauze wrapped around his shoulders.

This arrow wound was left when he rescued Li Zhongqian.

He ran for thousands of miles alone, rescued Li Zhongqian, and escaped the siege of Gaochang, then left silently, still wounded when he left.

If she had been thinking of thanking Abhi in person, but could not find Abhi, she became suspicious, and she would ask Li Zhongqian and Mohito about Abhi, but she would never find that Abhi was him.

Originally, she was only suspicious. When she went to Yuanjue’s room, she smelled a familiar pill that he had to take regularly, and her suspicion became certain.

She didn’t even find fate to verify, she rushed over.

A few days later, he will return to the holy city.

Yaoying lifted the gauze to look at the wound, applied medicine, and bandaged, then put on his robe and headscarf.

After doing this, her hands and feet trembled with exhaustion, her body was as cold as ice, and her heart was cold.

She took out the sheepskin jacket from the cloth bag and put it on her body, leaning against the cliff, curled up into a ball, lightly kicked Tamaraga with her feet, her lips curled slightly, and she smiled.

“Monk, you lie to me.”

More than once.

She is not angry at all.

I just feel sad.

…

In the middle of the night, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, the wilds were silent, the rain rushed along the cracks, and the sound of water pattered.

Tamara Gaya woke up leisurely, closed her eyes and adjusted her breath, her dantian was slightly hot. After the blood flow in her body was clear, she slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes were dark and a little light leaked in from the gap, and a puddle of water reflected on the ground. Silver light.

He was about to continue adjusting his breath when a cough suddenly sounded beside him.

Then there was another sound, with a depressed gasp.

Tamara Gha opened his eyes, his gaze fell on a black shadow next to him, one pupil.

Yaoying sat leaning on the cliff next to him, her cheeks pale, her brows furrowed, her eyes tightly closed, she coughed loudly. The bundled hair fell down, draped wet on his shoulders, and his body trembled.

Tamara Gha’s figure froze, expressionless.

The next moment, his eyes regained clarity, he pulled away the messy hair on Yaoying’s cheeks, and touched the side of her neck with his fingers, which was wet and damp.

She was cold like a piece of ice, shivering constantly, and her cough sounded full of pain.

Tamaragarh had no concerns, always calm and sober, without waves, and life and death were nothing but nothing. At this moment, he coughed into his ears, but it was like a storm slamming on the shore, making him feel a little at a loss.

Yaoying squeezed into a ball, shivering.

Tamaraga picked her up, wrapped her sheepskin jacket tightly around her, carefully wrapped her up, got up and stepped out of the gorge, jumped down the cliff with her internal strength, her toes stepped over the slippery rocks, her figure resembling electricity.

His body was trembling all the time, he lifted up his breath and ran out of the two mile road in one breath. There was a light swaying in the distance. A few horses ate grass cakes in the mountain col, wearing a cloak, sitting down by the fire and dozing off. .

He embraced Yaoying and stepped forward.

Bi Suo was awakened by the sound of footsteps, raised his eyes, and met the look in Tamaraga’s eyes. He shuddered in terror, fell to the ground, before getting up, quickly said: “Princess Wen Zhao found it by herself!”

“The princess knew that you saved her brother, and worried about your injury, so she came all the way.”

Tamara Gha put down Yaoying, “Clothes, medicine for wind and cold.”

Bi Suo was in a hurry, digging out his clothes and handing them to Tamara Gha. He went back to the camp and saw heavy rain. He brought some clothes and food and returned. He thought about going back to them when dawn came, but he didn’t expect Tan Mo. Luo Jia found it by himself.

Tamara Gha first gave Yaoying some medicine. She pressed her lips tightly and refused to take it. He put her on her leg, pinched her chin with his fingers, and fed her the medicine.

Then, he pulled aside the skirt of her clothes, and suddenly stopped, raising his eyes and glanced at Bi Suo.

Bi Suo quickly jumped up and walked away without looking back.

Tamara Gha picked up Yaoying, moved to the fire, brushed away her long hair, and untied her clothes.

Under the fire, her snow-like skin was as smooth and smooth as lanolin, dazzlingly white, and her snow shoulders were soft and moist.

Tamara Gha closed her eyes, hurriedly wiped Yaoying with her feelings, put on dry clothes, opened her eyes, poured a bowl of hot water by the fire, fed her a few sips, and touched her. Her forehead retreated a little bit of enthusiasm.

He helped her close her long hair, stared at her for a while, and let go.

After the wet clothes were changed, Yaoying felt very comfortable. She didn’t cough much. She felt that the person taking care of her was about to leave, and her hands subconsciously grasped his sleeves.

Tamaraga looked down and watched her clutching her fingers.

Under the boundless sky, the bonfire was burning quietly.

He stared at Yaoying, his heart was empty, he didn’t think about anything, and he seemed to have thought about everything.

She was in a daze, her sleeves tightened, Yaoying’s eyelashes trembled, she opened her eyes, and two dim eyes fell on his face.

He doesn’t move.

Yaoying just woke up, she was still a little faint, and after a while, she recognized the person in front of her, two bright lights ignited in her eyes, clutching his sleeves tightly, struggling to sit up, her eyebrows suddenly tightened into a ball. He coughed and panted violently while clutching his chest.

Tan Moroga leaned over, helped Yaoying to sit up, poured a bowl of water for her to drink, she pushed aside the bowl, and suddenly raised her hand to grab his shirt, her face almost touching his.

Her cheeks flushed, she was confused, her eyes were wet, but her eyes were clear and bright.

“Sultan Gu.” She asked word by word, breathing intertwined with his, “Do you like me?”

With a snap, the pottery bowl was knocked over, and half a bowl of hot water was splashed on the floor.

The sky floated slightly white, the morning sun broke through the clouds, and the wind blew.

She asked about Sultan Gu.

Tamaraga regained consciousness, picked up the pottery bowl on the ground, and poured another bowl of hot water.

Yaoying’s mouth twitched, watching him busy, coughing a few times, her eyes widened, and staring at him: “You…you answer me first…yes, or no?”

As she spoke, she coughed heartbreakingly, and tears fell from her cough.

Tamaraga looked at her, holding the pottery bowl firmly on her lips.

Yaoying continued to cough.

Tan Moroga was silent, looked away, swept away, frowned, raised her hand, and brushed away the long hair on Yaoying’s forehead.

He didn’t dare to look at her closely. He didn’t notice it just now. It was dawn when he noticed the redness and swelling on her forehead.

“Be obedient, drink some water.”

He said softly, softly, and beyond doubt.

Yaoying’s heart throbbed. For some reason, her heart suddenly filled with sorrow, and she looked straight into his eyes, “If you don’t answer, I will wait until you answer, Sultan Gu, do you like me? “

Her eyes were bright and clear, and she stared at him with gentle and firm eyes.

He is a monk and can’t give her anything.

Tamara Gha shook his head to deny, but heard a familiar voice softly saying: “Yes.”

After a long time, he reacted.

That is his own voice.