Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight - Chapter 193

Yaoying raised her eyes to peek at Luo Jia, almost choking her breath.

Tamara Gha was still hot, sweaty on her face, peach blossoms on her cheeks, her eyes half-dangling, and she gasped slightly. The fine and dense moist kisses fell on the side of her neck, and the dense eyelashes occasionally flashed a little bit deep under her eyes. The dark undercurrent, the unfamiliar smell soaked in the fragrance of submerged water, cold, calm, and strong aggression.

He is neatly dressed and looks like he usually reads the scriptures, but his hot desire is silent in her palm to tell his intoxication. He looks at her quietly with blue eyes, his lips are drawn into a line, and his eyes are like real objects. , Bit by bit, swallowed her into the abdomen.

The chaos was steaming, and the spacious and cool house suddenly became extremely hot and stuffy.

Yaoying’s body was also covered by him. He was scrupulous about the exercises. These days, she was always a little restrained. She didn’t care about this and waited for him to slowly adapt to the life after returning to the vulgar. But the more restrained he was, the more she liked to tease him. But looking at his appearance, he felt distressed again, so he leaned forward and wanted to lie down under him.

He stayed still.

She twisted him recklessly.

Tamara Gha was full of blood, and her iron arms hugged her tightly, “Don’t move.”

The voice was hoarse, and there was no satisfaction after indulgence at all, but it was deeper than the previous one.

Yaoying agreed with a low voice, her voice was dry and astringent, and her hands were still moving restlessly.

Tamara Gya clasped it tightly, sweat dripping from her cheeks and dripping into her thick hair, half helplessly saying: “I haven’t completely mastered the exercises…”

Yaoying heard that he was trying his best to restrain her, raised her head, frowned slightly, and asked, “How long will it take?”

As soon as he asked, he felt his excitement at his hand, and he tensed his body, his eyes darkened.

Yaoying realized that she hadn’t asked this clearly, which caused him to misunderstand, and quickly explained: “I care about your body!”

She really wasn’t urging him.

While holding him, entangled closely with him, while explaining to him innocently… Tamara Gha closed her eyes for a moment, raised her hand to cup her face, pressed her forehead, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

“It’s okay, it will be fine in a few days.”

He couldn’t live with her now, it would be easier to wait for the holy city, but he couldn’t bear to be too far away from her.

He slowly came over, let go of Yaoying, did not ask anyone to come in, and personally groomed her and helped her to pull her hair.

Yaoying was still soft, sitting still, letting him serve comfortably, looking in the mirror, nodding in satisfaction, and turning his gaze on his head, “How can I even comb my hair?”

He doesn’t have hair, who did he train for?

Tamara Gha kissed her on her sideburns, “Look at you combing it.”

For several early mornings, she was sitting in front of the velvet blanket with her back facing him, combing her hair, her long black hair covering her shoulders, and her movements cautiously. After combing, she would take a self-portrait in the mirror. Put on a scarf and cap again.

Yaoying caught a glimpse of one of her strands left on the book case, and reached for it.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. I have something to do tonight, so I can’t get away.”

He took her hand and kissed her white fingertips, “Let Xie Qing and the others accompany you to stroll around at night. I don’t know when I can come back with you next time.”

With a cry, Yaoying got up and went downstairs, remembering one thing, turned around, and stopped when she saw the scene in the house.

Sitting in front of the book table, Tamara Gha had just changed into a home monk’s clothes. He picked up the silk ribbon torn from her hair, wrapped it between her slender fingers, and sent it to her lips to kiss.

The sweet smell of her still remained in the room.

His face looked calm and majestic, but he was doing such a thing.

There seemed to be clusters of fireworks exploding in Yaoying’s mind, and a strange heat flow rushed from the bottom of her feet. She did not dare to make a big sound, lifted her foot forward, thought for a while, turned around and left silently.

Don’t toss him these days.

…

The news broke out from the soldiers, and Wen Zhaogong summoned Chengzhongjiro.

All the children were very surprised. They put on new clothes, brocade robes, black leather boots, and swords on their waists. They rushed to the palace, and the soldiers led them to the polo field.

A two- to three-foot-tall club has been set up in the field. A soldier wearing a jersey with a red belt on his forehead stands on the left side of the riding net. The head Xie Qing has no expression on his face and a narrow sleeve gown. He bows his head slowly. Wipe the ball stick.

Standing in front of the stage, Yaoying was also wearing a narrow-sleeved brocade robe, lightly applying cream powder, brightly bright, and smiled at everyone.

There was a bulge in everyone’s hearts.

Yaoying smiled and said: “I heard the city lord said that Zhu Jun is superb, and A Qing and the others often play.

Everyone was enthusiastic, changed into the jersey of the right army, and rushed to the court.

The city owner Bodhidharma sat in the shade and witnessed the entire polo game. Xie Qing and Xie Chong were not polite. They smiled and hit the ball into the goal of the right army again and again. The vigorous young men tried their best to launch a counterattack. , Was still suppressed to finish the second half.

Bodhidharma tweeted a few times. These children couldn’t even fight the princess’s soldiers. In the future, who would dare to pretend to admire the princess’s demeanor and want to be the princess’s guest?

At the end of the game, the bells, drums, rituals and music rang, and the palace feasted, and the young men sat down in front of the case, depressed.

Yaoying entered the table with Dharma and Li Zhongqian. When he saw the young men, there was no mockery on his face. He raised the wine glass in the eyes of everyone, dipped his fingertips in the wine, and flicked in the air three times.

At the banquet, everyone smiled in return, and the big banquet opened.

Yaoying picked up the wine glass, walked to the young men, and said with a smile: “Meeting the spirit of the king is for the king to drink, and he is next to the weeping willow of the horse. I am willing to work tirelessly, stay in the frontier with my father and brother, and the red sun is rising, the way is bright, the dragon is deep and the scales are flying, and all the kings will definitely be good humerus generals who guard the prefectures in the future, and Qiniang admires them.”

“In the future, I will make a toast to the princes again when the princes achieve something.”

After speaking, she toasted and drank.

The young men were either flushed with shame, or were so energetic and encouraged, they hurriedly toasted in response.

Bodhidharma smiled secretly.

Yaoying returned to her seat and glanced at him.

Bodhidharma was so excited by the look in her eyes, his red hair trembled, and he said, “Princess, this is a misunderstanding. The king of Tanma is invited to marry, and the candidates I chose for the princess are naturally useless. Unexpectedly, someone eager to please the princess, unexpectedly found the long history of the palace…”

Chang Shi used to serve Princess Bei Rong who was married to Gaochang, and he personally searched for the strong and handsome young Langjun to enter the palace to please the princess. Bodhidharma just gave a few casual orders, asking his servants to help find some generous gifts, Chang Shi made his own choice, and selected a group of young men like concubines, all of them standing there like a tall white poplar. Tree.

After Bodhidharma reacted, he did not immediately stop it. Tamara Gha was almost a **** in their minds, and no one dared to blaspheme him. Now the Buddha has become Princess Wen Zhao’s husband-in-law, and they can’t restrain their curiosity, Buddha. The scene of being embarrassed by a rival is not something you can see if you want to.

Yaoying couldn’t laugh or cry, and solved the problem of the young man. It was not too late to see the sky. She put on a mask and walked out of the palace. Xie Qing and the soldiers followed her.

To celebrate her wedding, there is no curfew in the city these days, and merchants do not need to pay taxes when entering and exiting the city. The most prosperous market is all night, merchants flock to the shelves, and the shelves are full of Chang’an tea. The golden wares, the Persian brocades, the scriptures of Tianzhu, the pearls of the South China Sea, and the skins of various animals are all rare and rare. The whole long street is bright and colorful, and the flow of people is like weaving.

Everyone wore festive costumes and masks on their faces. Yaoying and her soldiers were not afraid of being recognized when they were mixed in.

She went shopping for a while, bought some new and exquisite gadgets, and the bag was filled up in a short while, and she was about to return to the palace. There was a lively sound of music on the high platform in the distance, noisy and lively, and she could hear it. Attentively, walked to the high platform with the crowded flow of people.

Drumming is noisy and the lights are like daytime. Orchid in tulle is dancing on the stage. The crowd watching from the stage also sings with their hands. The people spontaneously followed the celebration of Gah’s wedding, and men and women all over the country gathered to sing songs.

Yaoying and her group stood watching, and soon a girl wearing a mask smiled and invited them to dance. Before she finished speaking, she enthusiastically stepped forward and took their hands.

Xie Qing frowned, clenched the handle of the knife, Yaoying shook her head at her, took her arm, and pulled her to sing with the crowd.

After a few big circles turned around, she got sweaty, she quit, and joked with Xie Qing, a young man wearing a **** wolf mask came over, raised her hands to both sides, and bowed towards her.

Yaoying smiled and stepped forward: “I…”

Before she could speak, she stretched out a hand, clasped her wrist firmly, and sounded in a clear voice: “She is my unmarried wife.”

Young Lang shrugged, bowed towards him, and walked away.

Yaoying raised her head, her eyes fell on the man next to her, shocked.

The man stood next to her, wearing a grimace mask with blue fangs on his face, wearing a narrow-sleeved tunic short robe commonly seen in Gaochang. The tight leather belt outlines the tall and thin lines, and a pair of long legs are wrapped tightly. In the tied trousers and boots, wide shoulders and narrow waist, vigorous and long.

He took her hand, his palm was hot, his blue eyes scanned a circle, and the young people who were watching backed away disappointedly.

Yaoying returned to her senses, surprised and delighted, with bright eyes under the mask, shaking his hand: “Why are you here?”

Didn’t he say that he was busy tonight and couldn’t get away? When did you come here quietly?

Tamara Gha bowed her head, and under the night, the grimace mask looked particularly ugly and hideous, only those blue eyes were full of tenderness.

“Come and find you.”

She stared at the lights of the city square for a long time last night.

Tonight, he is the lover who accompanies her.

Yaoying’s eyebrows were crooked, she took Tamaraga’s arm, and dragged him to the shop selling masks. After choosing for a long time, she chose a pair of masks that were exactly the same and were not very common.

There was a faint smile in his eyes, and he put on the newly bought mask with her.

Yaoying raised her eyes: “Do you still remember the customs of Gaochang?”

He shook her hand, “Remember.”

Yaoying smiled, moved her mask aside, removed his mask, stood on tiptoe, and quickly kissed his profile.

The long street is one after another, the voices and laughter go straight into the sky, the fire trees and silver flowers, and the red dust is billowing.

The soft lips dropped a playful kiss on Tamaraga’s cheek, and everything around him suddenly disappeared, leaving only her standing in front of the world.

He lowered his head, looked at her bright eyes, “Kiss again.”

The tone is calm and serious.

Yaoying glanced at the left and right, shook her head decisively, and pulled Tamaraga, whose eyes were drooping, to move forward. Suddenly, she raised her hand and took advantage of his carelessness. It was printed and bit his lip lightly.

Before he could react, she had released his hand and turned around to pick the goods in the shop.

Tamara Gha was lost for a moment, feeling a slight tingling on her lips, stepped forward, took her hand, and held it tightly.

He won’t let go anymore.

Yaoying took Tamaraga by the hand and stopped going to crowded places. The two of them just walked slowly among the crowds, occasionally stopping to look at the stalls, asking about the price of food and cloth, and chatting with merchants everywhere. Sentence, see the stall selling pulp and fruits, buy some to quench your thirst.

When she saw something she liked, she bought it. The silk bag was full of stuff. Sometimes in embarrassment, she turned around and asked Tan Moroga’s opinion: “Which is better?”

He had never had such an experience before, and there were only her happy eyes in his eyes. She nodded her head whenever she asked, “It’s all good.”

Everything is good.

The Hu businessmen laughed and teased, “Langjun really listens to what the lady said, she is so blessed.”

Yaoying smiled at Tan Moroga, her face was illuminated with brilliant lights, her eyes flowed, charming and bright, and said: “He is cunning!”

His throat rolled.

The people on the Long Street gradually dispersed. The elderly and children returned home one after another. Most of the rest were young people with vigorous energy. Xie Qing came over and said that it was already time.

Yaoying thought she had misheard, and asked the time again, she couldn’t help but laugh: she hadn’t noticed even after shopping for so long.

The road back was too crowded to get around. Yaoying was busy with the Western Army every day, she was a little sleepy, her eyelids were heavy, and she covered her lips and yawned.

Tamaraga stopped and bent over.

“Come here, I’ll carry you back.”

Yaoying was really tired, her eyes were wet, she took off her mask, leaned on his back, buried her face on the side of his neck, and hugged him tightly.

Tamaraga picked her up and walked slowly.

“Tired?” She asked, blowing into his neck.

He shook his head: “Not tired.”

There was a warm and blue breath around her neck, she wanted to talk to him, and she murmured a few words, her voice getting lower and lower, and she fell asleep with his shoulders on her back.

Tan Moroga didn’t wake her up, and walked back to the palace with her back on his back. There was a long shadow in the light.

The next day, they set off for the royal court.

The people of Gaochang walked to see off. The crowd watched the convoy leave, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Li Zhongqian sent another distance, Yuanjue and others tried to persuade him again and again, he picked up the curtain of the car, looked at Yaoying, and was speechless for a long time.

Yaoying smiled: “Brother, I will take good care of myself, so do you, eat less, I will write to you if I have something to do, and I will be back later.”

Li Zhongqian told her many times on the road. At this moment, he felt heavy and couldn’t say a word. After a long time, he said, “If you are wronged, tell her brother.”

No matter how old she grows up, she will always be the younger sister he cares for.

He waved his hand and motioned for the convoy to continue walking.

Yaoying waved at him, and then returned to the carriage until he could no longer be seen.

The golden sand dunes are rolling up and down, the silver crowns stand upright on the borders, and the long and narrow oasis valley is located in the vast Gobi, and the motorcade is gradually moving away.

After a while, Tamaraga rode over and talked to Yaoying through the curtain.

The melancholy in her heart faded a little, took off her crown, lay down and rested, and did not ride a horse for the next few days. On this day, she was asleep when someone knocked on the window of the car, “Mingyue Slave, we are in the royal court.”

It was the voice of Tamaraga.

The wind seems to be very strong today, and there is a dazzling sound of wind outside the car window.

The maid served Yaoying to change into a gorgeous dress, put on the crown modified by the craftsman, and opened the curtain.

The sky is clear and the clouds are light, and the sun is blazing.

Tan Moroga stood outside the carriage, dressed in the magnificent dress of a royal monarch, looking at Yaoying, his face was calm and he didn’t smile, but everyone could see the joy in his eyes.

Behind him, the tens of thousands of kings’ army stood silent and silent, and the darkness could not be seen at a glance.

Black lines rushed between the hills, and the sound of hunting wind filled the world.

It was a flag waving in the wind, with snow-white gold patterns and red patterns on a mysterious background, covering the sky and the sun, converging into undulating waves.

The flags of Tamaraga and Yaoying.

Tens of thousands of royal knights dismounted at the same time, clenched their fists in front of their chests, saluted Yaoying, shouting her honorific title in unison, and the vigorous shouts shook the world.

Tamara Gaya helped Yaoying saddle up, and the two walked side by side.

Tens of thousands of troops retreated in an orderly manner, giving way to a road, flocking them back to the city.

From the border town to the holy city, along the way, the people sang and danced to welcome the return of their king and queen. The houses, scaffolds, and post houses along the avenue flew in front of the flags, and every snow-white gold-patterned flag was raised nearby. The flag representing Yaoying was flying.

Even the Buddhist temples they passed by sent monks to send blessings.

Baiguan and the chiefs of various ministries greeted the avenue, and surrounded them on the high platform that had been built a long time ago, calling respectfully like a mountain and a tsunami.

Yaoying looked at the people worshiping in the audience, her heart fluctuating, and she looked at Tamaraga next to her: “Did you issue any decree?”

Tamara Gha reached out and brushed away the string of gemstone beads that blocked her sight.

He won’t let the Wang Ting people embarrass her.

No one will work.

…

The cumbersome rituals followed one after another. Tamara Gha knew that Yaoying was tired, and when the officials finished worshipping, she asked her to go back to the inner hall to eat something.

The palace was renovated. According to the instructions of Tamaraga, there was no major construction work, and it was rebuilt as it was. Many inconspicuous places could be seen with mottled marks. Only the courtyard built for Yaoying was rebuilt.

Yaoying changed into light clothes and walked around the garden.

The curved corridor pavilion, the Qingwaxuan window, and the rolling shutters are painted with landscape paintings. All the furnishings are the same as the place where Jing Nan grew up. The courtyard also introduces living water, and builds a clear and bottomless pond. Attendant Wei Jin is all hers, if it hadn’t been for Yuanjue to lead someone to carry a box of gifts, she would almost think that she had returned to Jingnan’s old house.

“These were all arranged by Wang himself before he left, and the drawings for building the garden were also drawn by Wang.” Yuanjue said with joy.

Yaoying was sweet in her heart. She wanted to wait for him to come back and go shopping with him again. She went back to the inner hall and packed her and Luo Jia’s personal utensils. The hall was full of treasure boxes and cages. There were a few tightly clasped boxes on the side of the couch. The box that didn’t need to be organized for the time being pushed aside, and with a bang, a box in the corner rolled down.

She picked up the box, afraid of breaking the contents, found the key, opened the lock, her eyes widened.

Half of the scroll wrapped in brocade in the box was opened, and the exquisite pictures on the paper came into her eyes directly.

Yaoying’s eyelids twitched and closed the box.

This seems to be Roga’s book case… Is this the book he read in his free time recently?

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The poems Yaoying read at the banquet and the words “Red sun rises…The scales are flying” are quoted from Wang Wei’s poem and the original text of “The Young China” respectively.