Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight - Chapter 158

A pair of linden candles flickered on the tree, and the candlelight poured down through the gilt copper leaves, reflecting the book scrolls spread out on the table.

Yaoying sat in front of the case, finished reviewing a stack of papers, put her pen down, rubbed her shoulders, and put aside the papers that were uncertain and did not write detailed instructions.

The states have suffered from war, devastated, and a hundred wastes are waiting to be done. However, the terrain of the Western Regions is complicated and the transportation is inconvenient. It is very complicated to resume production as soon as possible. It is only to implement a simple decree to set up schools and enroll the children of ordinary people. She encountered numerous obstacles, and there are still many small tribes that have not yet been attached to. She must be alert to the counterattack of the remaining forces at all times. She is devastated by reading the papers every day.

In contrast, caravans are much easier to manage, because caravans are chasing benefits. As long as they are profitable, the caravan can support every order issued.

Fortunately, the states are full of vitality, refugees are being resettled one after another, and the people’s sentiment is stable. Officials waiting for promotion who are familiar with official duties should be able to get on the right track soon.

Yaoying let out a long sigh of relief, and as soon as she took up her pen, her footsteps sounded, and Yuanjue leaned half of her body from behind the curtain.

“Princess, the king is having an attack!”

Yaoying immediately put down the pen, stood up, and hurried out of the house.

Bi Suo just went in to deliver the medicine, was hurt by Zhen Qi, and stood by the entrance, clutching his chest, pale, frowning and adjusting his breath for a while, handing her a bottle of medicine, and watching her walk into the secret passage.

“Princess be careful, if something happens, shake the hanging bell, I can hear it here.”

Yaoying promised and stumbled away in the invisible road for a while, seeing the light from the front, speeding up her pace.

A golden arc flashed in the surrounding light, and the eyes of a pair of wild beasts glowed with frightening cold in the darkness.

Yaoying was startled and stopped.

Leopard stepped out of the corner, stepped elegantly to her feet, shrugged his nose and sniffed.

Yaoying’s palms were sweaty and motionless.

The leopard’s breath flicked the corners of her skirt, circled her around, turned around and walked in.

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the entrance.

The cave is filled with moisture, the light is dim, the hot spring water is gurgling, and there is fine foam like pearl bubbles.

A figure sitting close to the stone platform, face white, frowning eyebrows slightly red, the whole body seems to be faintly cold and murderous, the muscles under the shoulders are tight, the skin is shiny and wet, and the rolling is not knowing that it is sweat. Still moist water vapor.

He is suffering.

Yaoying held her breath, tiptoedly approached him, and after a few steps, he opened his eyes suddenly, two cold and merciless eyes fell on her face through the hazy mist, her deep eyes were covered with cobwebs. Bloodshot, in the dim light, looks really scary.

King Kong glared, and the Bodhisattva had tender eyebrows. At this moment, he was Sultan Gu, Tamaragarh.

Yaoying’s heart trembled, and her sourness was surging. His life was bumpy, suffering from the unbearable pain of others for many years, and also tormented because of affection.

She would rather he never moved for herself than see him struggling between faith and selfish desire.

Yaoying walked up to the stone platform with his icy eyes, leaned over, poured out a few pills, and delivered them to his lips.

“Mage, it’s me.”

She restrained her sadness and said softly.

Tan Moroga frowned, her eyes blank, staring at her for a long time, a cold and dark light flashed in her eyes, suddenly raised her hand to clasp her wrist, and pulled her to squat down.

His face was pale, but his fingers were hot like coals.

Yaoying was caught off guard, fell into his arms, raised her face, and looked into his eyes.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, with a faint cold light floating in his eyes, his gaze fixed on her face.

The pupils cut the water, and the autumn water was full, reflecting his cold face.

“Various illusions, everything is empty.”

He recites word by word, his voice is cold, his eyes are like a pool of deep water, no waves, no ripples, no ripples.

“Yeah, Master, I’m just an illusion of you.”

Across the half-wet robes, his heartbeat was steady and calm, Yaoying recovered, sat up in his arms, said softly, spreading her hand holding the pill, and leaning to his lips.

“ate.”

Tamaraga looked at her without blinking, with deep eyes, some pale lips opened, and he swallowed the pill.

His lips were plump and soft, rubbing against Yaoying’s palm, she shuddered slightly, she retracted her hand, and wanted to sit up, being held firmly by him.

He looked at her, solemnly and solemnly, like a Buddha, but his hands were tightly pressed against Yaoying.

Yaoying didn’t know what he was thinking before, but now she knows it, knowing that he didn’t recognize herself, lying in his arms, her body was still hot, and the sound of his heartbeat echoed in her ears.

He didn’t make any other movements, just held her quietly, and whispered the scriptures.

Yaoying listened carefully for a while, and found that he was reading Sanskrit, which she couldn’t understand.

After a long while, he stopped and looked at her.

If Yinyuehua poured down from the ceiling of the cave, his blue eyes seemed to be soaked with water and mist.

Yaoying was soft in her heart and smiled.

“I’m here, I’m with the mage.”

He closed his eyes, continued his exercises, and the true energy in his body wandered and swelled.

Yaoying sat up from his arms, stood by his side, wiped his sweat, and saw that his expression was wrong, and immediately woken him up, then fed him a pill of medicine to see that his lips were chapped, and poured a bowl of water to feed him drink.

Unconsciously, it was two hours later, and his breath gradually calmed down. Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against him, dozed off on the stone wall, and fell asleep in a daze.

When Tamaraga woke up, her arms were slightly numb, Yaoying slept soundly next to him, her eyelashes trembling, and her fingers grasped the hem of his robes.

The night is deep and the moonlight is soft. Looking at her through the mist, it is more bright and moving. Her slightly pursed lips are full and rosy, delicate and beautiful.

Tamara Gya suddenly remembered the thorny honey she had given him, which was crystal clear and sweet.

He looked at her for a moment, raised his right hand, slowly approached her face, stopped at the moment he touched her, and pulled out his arm.

Yaoying was awakened, and her body slid down.

Tamara Gha subconsciously reached out and held her shoulders, helping her to sit up.

Yaoying rubbed her eyes and whispered: “Master, are you better?”

Just waking up, his tone was soft and lingering, touching people’s heartstrings.

Tamaragarh let go, “I’m much better, and the princess goes out.”

Yaoying had a pause and looked up at him, “Mage, monks don’t speak any words.”

Tamara Gha is silent.

“You want me to stay with you. I remember what you said.”

Yaoying said, with a brisk tone, stood up and helped his arm, “Okay, leave me alone, it’s time for the mage to soak in the hot spring.”

Tamaraga gently pushed her hand away, signaled that she didn’t need her help, and got up and stepped into the hot spring.

Yaoying looked at the robes on him: “Don’t you take off your clothes?”

His back froze for a while, and sat down with his back to her.

In the past, she didn’t know his thoughts, so she could naturally undress in front of her calmly, but now she can’t.

He closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, and looked at the stone platform.

Yaoying put a blanket on the side of the stone platform, sat cross-legged, resting her cheeks in her hands, staring at him, and blinking at him when she saw him looking over.

Tamara Gaya said: “Go out.”

She shook her head, turned her back to him, and hugged the blanket tightly: “I won’t disturb the mage.”

Tamaraga looked at her back without making a sound.

With a soft rustling sound, Yaoying suddenly turned her head back, her eyes clear, and tightly grabbed his gaze while staring at her.

He was looking at her as expected.

Tamaraga looked at her, his eyes intertwined, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The heart is like a master, and if the master stops, the followers will rest. To be born in your will means to be born in thought. The two hearts are silent, neither color nor action.

Yes, he wants her to stay.

Yaoying stared at him for a while, and saw that he didn’t open his eyes anymore, lying on the edge of the stone platform, reaching out to touch the warm spring water, fingertips wet.

“Mage…”

She whispered, “There are Buddhas in my heart, Buddhas everywhere, and my body is just a skin. The Tao that the master insists on is different from other people. Why don’t you treat me as a practice. When the master gets better, I will leave. , It will not affect the cultivation of the mage.”

“For me, I am very happy to meet someone like a mage, and I am even more happy to be able to help the mage.”

There was a hula splash, the water wave shook, and the Tamaraga in the water suddenly moved.

Yaoying’s hand was held.

He held her tightly, his fingers were hotter than before, and he pulled her up straight with his hands hard, his eyes were solemn and majestic.

She froze for a moment.

Tan Moroga raised his eyes to look at her, closed his eyes restrainedly, and pressed down the anger that had been surging in his heart all these days.

He didn’t want to scare her.

She shouldn’t take herself as a cure for illness. She came to him when it was useful, and when it was useless, she was thrown away like a shoe.

He wouldn’t be so contemptuous of her.

Moreover, she thought of him too well.

He is a monk and the monarch of the royal court. He manages the entire country and makes decisions. She thinks she can leave as long as she accompanies him to get rid of her inner demons?

Greed by music and desire by love. He knows that he is greedy. Seven emotions and six desires are normal. This is not something difficult to say. He can restrain and forbear.

But the evil minds do not stop, and the ten thousand thoughts do not stop.

Once he indulges his desires, he will always trap her by his side, and no one can stop it.

As a Buddha, he couldn’t enter Hong Chen, so he wanted to detain her in Hong Chen by his side.

She shouldn’t wade into this muddy water.

Come in, there is probably no way to get out.

The muscles on his body tensed, his whole body’s momentum changed, and his true energy surged outwards, his blue eyes looked straight at Yaoying, without a trace of warmth.

Yaoying had never seen him show this way when he was Tamaraga, and she stayed in a daze.

Before she could recover, he quickly let go of his hand and turned his back.

The cave fell into a strange silence.

After a long while, Tamaraga turned around, her complexion had returned to normal, her eyes lightened.

“I want to adjust my breath, the princess will sleep for a while.”

He whispered softly.

Yaoying’s thoughts turned, wondering if what she said just now stimulated him, after thinking for a while, she lay down holding the blanket with her ears pricked, and listened carefully to his movements.

He leaned against the stone wall, his eyes closed tightly, motionless.

She was thinking about the ferocious eyes he had just now, her heart was still pounding, and she fell asleep slowly.

The night passed, Tamara Gha did not speak any more.

When Yaoying woke up in the morning, the spring was empty. She looked around and stared at the leopard lying in the corner. The leopard flicked its tail lazily.

She got up and walked into the road. There was the sound of footsteps on the other end, and Yuanjue came out carrying a lamp.

“Princess, you are awake! The king just asked me to wait here, saying that when the princess wakes up, I will send you back to Fang City.”

Yaoying remembered last night, she was out for a while, and asked, “Is the mage better?”

“It’s better!” Yuanjue’s voice was cheerful, “General Ashina told me to accompany the princess and **** you over tonight. Can you come over tonight?”

Yaoying nodded. She had agreed with Bi Suo before. During the day, she went back to the shop to deal with some chores, met with Li Zhongqian, and came back in the afternoon.

Yuanjue sent her out of the temple and returned to the shop. After a while, Li Zhongqian found him. Yesterday, he met Bamier’s pretending Buddha through the screen, and submitted the letter of credence. The next step was to negotiate with officials of the royal court.

“Where is your friend?”

After talking about business, Li Zhongqian looked around for a while and asked.

Yaoying said: “He went back to his house first.”

A glint flashed in Li Zhongqianfeng’s eyes.

He had already inquired about that among the young generals in the royal court, there were only a few people who could march and fight, line up troops, and their whereabouts were erratic. Among them, only the regent and Yaoying were coming. He also knew one thing from the soldiers: Regent Sultan Gu probably admired Yaoying, because he didn’t dare to offend the Buddha, so he didn’t show his heart like Mópido did.

The soldiers said that Sultan Gu was the one who accompanied Yaoying to and from Gaochang, and he also lived in a camp with her.

After Li Zhongqian listened, his eyelids jumped.

Ashina Bisuo ordered his guards to be tight-lipped. The people in the royal court didn’t know about the affairs between Sultan Gu and Yaoying. He hadn’t paid attention to Sultan Gu before.

Thinking about it now, Abhi can only be Sultan Gu.

It is said that the ancient Sudan looks ugly, resembling Shura, and is cruel and bloodthirsty, which can stop children from crying at night.

Li Zhongqian felt a headache after thinking about it, no wonder Abhi was covering his face!

A royal buddha, a royal regent…the identity is not suitable.

At this moment, when Yaoying said that Sultan Gu was not there, Li Zhongqian stayed quiet for a while and told her to take someone back to the post.

Yaoying went back to her room and wrote a letter. Yuanjue came over with a smile, holding a few brightly patterned clothes in her arms: “Princess, there are celebrations every day in these heavenly cities. It’s very lively. Put on your clothes and I will take you. You go to see the healthy dance performed by the Wang Ting maiko.”

“What kind of dance?”

Yaoying asked casually.

Yuanjue said: “There are all kinds of healthy dances, Tianzhu dance, Persian dance…”

Yaoying looked at the letter in her hand and said nothing.

Yuanjue continued: “Princess, the king asked me to take you there.”

Yaoying was shocked and raised her head: “The mage asked you to take me to see Kinwu?”

Yuanjue scratched his head and said: “The king said that the princess has worked hard all the way, so let me lead the princess around the city.”

Yaoying’s fingers trembled, remembering what he had said to her.

The princess is a man in the dust.

He remembered what she liked.

He was a little weird these days. She thought that he was forcing him to confess in the valley that day. He had been angry with her, but he did not expect that he would remind Yuanjue to take her to the event.

Yaoying’s heart was sour and sweet.

Yuanjue urged her in a low voice: “Princess, there is still fighting dance today. The king’s court has fought a big victory, and dance dancers from all over the world have arrived. It is rare in a thousand years.”

Yaoying put down the pen, stood up, put on the festive dress of a girl in the royal court, brought her personal soldiers, and went out of the silk shop with Yuanjue.

Yuan Jue took her to the most lively long street in front of the palace to watch the fighting dance.

The long street canopy stretches for several miles, singing and dancing are noisy and lively, the dancers on the stage move and rotate with the music, the dance is gorgeous, the people are dazzled, the crowd is raging, and there are enthusiastic cheers from time to time.

With a veil on her face, Yaoying was in a trance looking at the dancing dancers on the high platform.

When entering the city, she was enthusiastically looking at the high platform in the carriage, and wanted to get closer to watch. Now that people are in the audience, she is absent-minded.

What is the monk doing now?

She couldn’t help thinking.

The sound of drum music resounded through the sky, and several abrupt, “slam” blades slipped out of the scabbard, and the sound of the blade sliding out of the scabbard was completely submerged in the music and applause. The long sword came out of the scabbard. Ghosts,

She rushed towards Yaoying who was standing beside Yuanjue.

The soldiers reacted and drew a knife to greet him, fighting with the incoming person.

There were screams, and the crowd ran away like headless flies. Yaoying was rushed away by the crowd. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a woman rushing over. Her eyes were fierce and she pulled out a dagger hidden in her sleeve. Before she deceived, the dagger pierced her heart.

A tall black shadow flashed past, wrapped her waist, and turned her around.

With a puff, the dagger pierced into the flesh, and after the muffled sound, the blood flowed like a shot.

Yaoying’s body trembled, her heart felt like she was severely grabbed, and her whole body hurt.