Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight - Chapter 183

Yaoying’s whole body was about to burn.

Tamara Gha’s reaction was much stronger than she had imagined.

He heard his depressed, heavy and disordered gasps, his nose was full of the faint smell of his body, his whole body was well-structured, amazingly hot, his shoulders were tight and hard, sweat rolled off his naked back, and his body was fading. trembling.

As the body temperature rose, the camp suddenly became sultry, and the swaying candlelight covered the two people who were embracing each other, a foggy yellow.

It’s hot.

Every part of Tamaraga’s body is hot.

The breath that sprinkled around Yaoying’s ears and neck was lingering and hot.

The powerful & solid searing that held her tightly.

The surrounding air also seemed to be burning, hot and thin, making her breathless.

Yaoying relied on being a layman, although she had never experienced it, at least she had heard a lot about it. Tamara Gha was a monk with pure cultivation. She knew little about these things. She originally wanted to tease him a few words, but gradually she couldn’t laugh. My muscles and bones are softened by more than half, my face oozes fine sweat, and my hands are shaking.

When she retracted subconsciously, Tamaraga unconsciously let out an unbearable low groan, and immediately followed her, rubbing her sweaty forehead against the side of her neck, and her hot breath brushed her earlobe, breathing with her. Blending.

“Mingyue Slave…”

A painful, eager and patient murmur overflowed from his lips, which were always piously reciting scriptures. His neck was stretched with bruises, his breath was overbearing, his blood was stretched, and he leaned against her like a wild horse. Trembling, his arms tightened.

Yaoying opened her eyes and glanced at him quietly.

Tamara Gha embraced her, her normally unsorrowful and unhappy eyes were irritated with lust, her eyes were red, her eyes were confused, restrained, struggling, her face was wet, soaked in sweat, and her facial features became more and more distinct. Neat, the fusion of man’s breath and the scent of cold and submerged water provokes people’s heartstrings.

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Watching him like this, a tingling rushed from the deepest part of her heart, Yaoying couldn’t help shuddering, her face flushed, and she could no longer think of teasing him and closed her eyes.

Tan Moroga shook her body and looked at her close at hand without blinking.

She leaned on his bare shoulders, not daring to raise her head, her hair strands were loose, her long black hair was rubbed in his arms, her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, as bright as peach blossoms, with a few strands of sweat. The hair sticks to the cheeks, and the fresh lips are tightly pressed, afraid to make a sound.

In the Sansheng Pond, a lotus flower was blooming, gently swaying, an unbearable invincible appearance.

The flowers are beautiful and plump.

He stared at the delicate petals, his evil thoughts overflowed and continued to sink.

Worry is born out of love, and terror is born out of worry; if one is away from love, why worry and terror?

He can’t live without it.

Since you can’t do it, then admit your desire, want to be one with her, want to ask her for the purest bliss in this world.

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There was a mess in Yaoying’s mind, and what she saw in Princess Manda’s book had long been forgotten, and her consciousness was dim, and a low and dull muffled sound came from her ear.

She was motionless, and she was stunned.

Tamaraga trembled a few times, wrapped her arms tightly, and buried one end in her rich and thick hair, with a hot and humid breath.

After a long time, his gasping sound calmed down, his arms were slightly released, and he gasped and kissed her neck and temples tightly, and his eyebrows were frowned.

Yaoying thumped in her heart, slapped her back, lay down with her back to him, pulled the brocade quilt over her body, and covered her face completely without showing her eyes, she curled up into a ball, her eyes closed tightly. write.

It’s one thing to see from the book, but another to experience it personally.

She was hot all over, and she felt like a little lamb on the grill, about to smoke.

Tamara Gha recovered from the passion, staring at the empty embrace, startled.

Yaoying froze into a ball, not daring to move, even breathing softly, the candle in the room shook without making a sound.

After a while, a pair of big hands went into the Jinbei, held her shoulders, and turned her around, letting her face him.

Yaoying’s eyes rolled around, as if nailed in a velvet blanket, but she refused to look up.

“Sorry.”

There was a dark whisper above his head.

Yaoying was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes.

Tamara Gha sat in front of her, her face was not faded, her eyes were reddish, her naked body was covered with sweat, her eyes glowed with honey under the candlelight, her eyes were dull, and she looked guilty.

She didn’t want to touch him just now, and he couldn’t restrain it and forced her to continue.

Yaoying stared at Tamara Gha in a daze, with the corners of her lips curled up little by little, she sat up in the brocade, and whispered, “I’m not angry.”

She just couldn’t react for a while.

Tamara Gha did not make a sound, her red eyes fixedly looked at her delicate hands.

Yaoying subconsciously hid her hand in the quilt, straightened up, and printed a soft kiss on Tamaraga’s face.

“I’m really not angry…” Her face was flushed, her bright eyes flashed with a smile, her voice was soft, “You are my lover, and I like to be close to you.”

A hot current rolled over Tamaraga, closed her eyes for a moment, and dipped her hands into the quilt, caught Yaoying’s hidden hand, took a clean veil, moved the copper basin, and wiped her fingers.

Yaoying’s face was hot, and she couldn’t think of teasing him at all at this moment.

After washing her hands, she was about to lie down to sleep, her palms suddenly hot.

Yaoying’s heart palpitated.

Tan Moroga held her hand to her lips, kissed her palm, fingertips, fingertips, and kissed her finger by finger, her eyelashes trembling lightly, with a pious expression.

He kissed her hands all over, and his eyes fell on her wrist.

She was empty on her wrist.

Tamara Gya frowned slightly, rolled up Yaoying’s sleeves, put her fingers in her skin, and touched the string of prayer beads that he had given her, which had been hidden under her clothes. She took it down and put it back on her. On his wrist, he slowly coiled up round and round, as if performing a very serious ritual.

Yaoying looked at him without speaking.

The moonlike Buddha beads were caged on her wrists, and the beads were moisturized, making her wrists like ice and snow.

Tamara Gha helped her put on the beads, kissed her fingers, and raised her eyes: “Wear it like this in the future, don’t cover it again.”

With a thud in Yaoying’s mind, the tenderness was so full that it was too much to overflow, and she hooked Tamaraga’s neck and pressed it down, and kissed him on the forehead.

Tan Moroga’s breath sinks slightly, suddenly let go of her, help her lie down, and cover her with brocade.

Yaoying was startled, her eyes swept across his waist, her eyes widened in surprise.

He seemed to react again.

She stretched out her hand.

Tan Moroga suffocated, and quickly pressed her hand that was about to move, her face was calm and calm, but her breath was a little messy: “It’s getting late, go to bed early.”

He said, putting on his shirt, lying down next to Yaoying and Yi, his eyes closed.

Yaoying rolled her eyes and turned around. Just as she stretched out the quilt, Tamaraga’s hand stretched out and grabbed her.

“I’m better…” He dared not look at her smiling eyes, his eyes closed, he read the scriptures silently, sighed, his voice was dark and heavy, “Hey, go to sleep.”

He almost lost control just now, and again, he will ask her here tonight, she can’t stand it.

Yaoying heard the tiredness in his voice, stopped teasing him, put her hand on his arm, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Listening to her breathing long and evenly, Tamaraga opened her eyes, held her hand on her body, looked for a long while, rolled her throat, and gently put it back into the silk blanket.

The candlelight had long gone out, and the light in the tent was dim.

He looked at her peaceful sleeping face in the gloom, calmed down, stretched out his hand to caress her side face, brushed her delicate eyebrows and rosy cheeks with his fingers, stayed on her soft lips for a while, and couldn’t help but leaned in to kiss. a bit.

Yaoying felt something stuck in her dream and stretched out her hand to pat.

With a snap.

Tamaraga took a touch on her arm, came up sober, retreated, looked at her, and raised the corners of her lips.

The temper is strongest when you fall asleep.

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The light reflected on the felt curtain is getting brighter and brighter.

When Yaoying woke up, her side was empty, and Tamara Gha had already got up and went out. I don’t know when he slept last night, when she woke up in a daze, he was not by her side.

The maid entered the account, brought hot water and new clothes, and served her to wash. The brazier was burning in the account, and it was warm.

Yaoying was sore all over. When she was tightly confined by Tamaraga last night, although he was very restrained, her arms, shoulders, and waist were still pinched red in several places. After taking a shower, she changed her clothes. Refreshing.

The maid brought a big dining table. The gilt plates and dishes were piled on top of each other, full of dangdang, lamb, beef, venison, ghee, wheat pilaf, minced porridge, meat and vegetable naan, a plate Pomegranate, a plate of pistachios, a plate of smoked grapes, a plate of prickly honey, and a plate of cakes and candy seeds, there is a dazzling array.

Yaoying was taken aback. Tamara Gia usually eats a plate of mutton and a plate of naan bread. Why did you prepare so much for breakfast today? That’s it, pomegranate and thorny honey are rare at this season.

“I can’t finish these, so take it away and let others eat.”

“This is what Wang Qiantian ordered.”

The maid said, saluting Yaoying and retiring.

Yaoying was at a loss. She only ate the naan bread and the porridge. The others did not move. She left the camp and went to the camp where the Western Army was stationed.

Along the way, Wang Ting people met her. Whether it was a servant, a civilian, a soldier or an official, they stopped their busy work, clenched their left hand and placed a fist in front of their chest, and saluted her respectfully.

Yaoying’s doubts became deeper, and when she finished her business, she called Fate Jue.

Before Yuanjue approached, he bowed and saluted first, and said with a smile: “The little one pays homage to the queen.”

Yaoying was stunned, this shock was not trivial.

“What queen?”

Yuanjue raised her head, looking even more dazed than her: “The queen is you, the princess.”

Yaoying smiled, and said: “I haven’t announced the world, nor exchanged credentials. Don’t call me that. Just call me the princess as before.”

Yuanjue scratched his scalp, “Queen, the king took you to the ceremony yesterday, that is, it is announcing that it will be the end of the ceremony. The former king ordered that starting today, everyone in the court will arrange for breakfast to be delivered to you every day, and everyone in the royal court knows…”

Yesterday, accompanied him at the ceremony to tell the world? He also arranged food delivery before the ceremony?

Yaoying frowned lightly and asked, “What’s the special about breakfast this morning?”

Yuan Jue’s face turned slightly red, and said: “According to the customs of the royal court…that is the meal prepared for the bride… Starting from yesterday’s ceremony, the daily meals for the next three months will be these…”

Yaoying’s mouth twitched.

No wonder the breakfast this morning is so rich that there are too many long cases.

“Queen, the customs of the king’s court are different from those of the Central Plains. In the king’s court, whoever wants to marry the little lady, as long as the little lady is willing, he takes the little lady home, and he is married. I’m going to offer the best things to entertain the bride in a few months, and in a few months…”

Yuanjue suddenly stopped, coughed twice, and then said, “The bridegroom takes the bride back to visit her natal house, even if it is a ceremony. At the ceremony, the princess and the king accept the pilgrimage of a hundred officials together. In the eyes of our royal family, you are already our queen. Up.”

Yaoying remembered that Wang Ting rushed to marry him.

The marriage robbing system is practiced between tribes. The groom wants to ask whose daughter to marry, he will hold a private meeting in private, take that daughter home and live with him, and then take the bride to her house after a period of time. The marriage was acquiesced before the wedding.

She couldn’t laugh or cry.

After yesterday’s ceremony, in the eyes of the royal court, she was regarded as the bride “robbed” back by Tamaraga?

Yaoying returned to the big tent. Tamara Gha had already returned. She was sitting in the tent and was answering the letter of the country. She was dressed in brocade clothes and sat downright. Seen from the back, she seemed to be a monk studying scriptures.

She tiptoedly walked behind him, leaned over, avoiding the wound, and put a pair of lotus arms on his shoulders, “Luo Jia, fate says that the royal family has already regarded me as a queen.”

Tamaraga wrote and wrote, his face calm: “The princess is my queen.”

Yaoying smiled, “Didn’t you say you haven’t married yet…”

This is what he said last night.

Tamara Jia took a pause, put down the pen, turned her head and looked at Yaoying’s eyes.

“Last night…for me, the princess is already my wife. When the credential is delivered, the Wang Court will officially hold a ceremony.”

He said softly, with a solemn expression.

Yaoying was startled at first, and she wanted to laugh a little. Seeing him so serious, she didn’t dare to laugh out loud, only smiled and hugged him. For him, he was responsible for helping him like that last night. Is she his wife?

She pressed two kisses on his cheek and the top of his head, straightened up, and was about to lift her feet away, her wrists tightened, she was pulled into her arms, her forehead was slightly hot, and his lips slipped a little, and She mingled with her lips.

Footsteps sounded outside the account, and Bi Suo reported outside.

Tamara Gya let go of Yaoying and watched her back disappear from the felt curtain, still looking at the direction where she left.

Bi Suo entered the account, coughed, and said, “King, everything is set up properly. The little prince Jin Bo is responsible for gathering the Beirong prisoners. The various ministries have begun to withdraw to the tribe. Mobydo returned to the military headquarters, and the garrisons began to be stationed in various places. Return to the station…”

He reported a few things and took out a piece of parchment.

Tamara Gha took the parchment, read the letter, his face was as usual, and said: “If there is any accident, do everything according to my instructions.”

Bi Suo sighed, clasped his fists, hesitated and stopped, his expression struggling.

Tamara Gha lowered his head and continued to review the documents.

Bi Suo thought for a while, still did not speak, and withdrew from the big account.

The original soldiers from the princess mansion greeted him and asked in a low voice, “General, what did the king say?”

Bi Suo shook his head: “I didn’t tell Wang that I don’t need to mention such trivial matters to him.”

“But what about the princess’s honorific title?”

Bi Suo looked into the distance.

Princess Chima is dead, dying in the chaos.

He had long known that this would be the result, but it was his own sister who sent someone to inquire about her whereabouts and found her body.

“People die like a lamp. No matter how many evil things Chima does, she will always be the princess of the royal court. She should be treated with dignity, but she colluded with the family and caused great chaos in the court. Before the Bei Rong army besieged the city, she again Abandoning the city with the guards and fleeing…such a princess, how can I persuade Luo Jia to give her the honorary title?”

Roga Kuanren, as long as he begged hard, maybe Roga would agree to retain the title of Chima, but can the people accept it? Prajna, Ari and other soldiers who died received the name of loyalty and were enshrined in the Buddhist temple to praise the people. Chima and other families who fled from the city with private soldiers made evil results. The crime was so heinous and hated by the people and deserved to be punished. Only then can the rewards and punishments be soothed. He shouldn’t embarrass Roga for his own sake.

Bi Suo breathed a sigh of relief, said.

The soldiers lowered their heads.

Bi Suo lifted his foot and walked away, saying indifferently: “She always says that she is the daughter of the Tan Mo family, so let’s bury her next to her mother.”

The pro soldier should be.

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At the same time, in the western army camp, Qingqi brought a letter sent from the Central Plains thousands of miles away.

“Letter to Mingyue Slave? Who sent it from?”

Li Zhongqian took the letter, glanced at the handwriting on the envelope, twisted his sword eyebrows lightly.

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Worry is born out of love, and terror is born out of worry; if one is away from love, why worry and terror?

——Quoted from Chapter 42.

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Everyone is misunderstood by the comments. Breakfast is not a signal to the bridal chamber. It is a signal to send breakfast for three months starting from the second day of the ceremony. Announcing the bridal chamber ah ah ah ah ah ah, the monk will not be so sloppy and deliberately suggesting the bridal chamber…

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