Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight - Chapter 196

Yaoying pulled up the collar casually, leaned over and kissed Tamaraga’s solemn face, rubbing against him through a layer of clothing.

The weather was hot and I only wore a single shirt last night, which was as thin as a cicada’s wings.

He snorted.

He was converging last night. He woke up in the morning and saw her sleeping next to him. Her face was rosy, her lips were rosy, and she was slightly swollen. The body under the tulle was soft and soft, and her hair was fragrant. She reacted immediately. Can only get up.

She even came to tease him.

I’m sure he has nothing to do with her, so I dare to tease him like that.

Tamara Gya lay under Yaoying, with a smile on her lips, rubbing her fingertips helplessly. He liked her relaxed and playful appearance in front of him.

Yaoying felt his tightness, smiled and stood up, pushing him away.

His arms immediately followed, clasped her arms tightly, pressed her back on the bed, and leaned on her side, and asked, “It doesn’t hurt anymore?”

She frowned yesterday. No matter how restrained he was, when his instincts and desires accumulated to the climax, it was still too intense.

Looking down, his hand followed.

Yaoying suddenly realized what he was asking, her heart trembled, she looked at his slender fingers that were just writing Buddhist scriptures, flicked, hugged his arms, and shook her head.

“It’s alright, it doesn’t hurt.”

Tamara Gha pressed her, not letting her move, with a serious expression, and there seemed to be a deep desire to float in her eyes: “Let me see.”

Yaoying struggled twice, without struggling, she could only lie down, her ears a little bit red.

Before, she was worried that he would not adapt to the life after returning to the vulgar, and was afraid of his conflicts and pains, so she thought about how to make him get used to it slowly.

Now it seems that I have been overwhelmed.

In the past, as the regent, he held a butcher knife in his hand. Now that I marry her, I won’t be awkwardly swaying—reading the picture album openly, studying the husband and wife Dunlun, and being as frank as studying Buddhism, the first thing this morning was to ask her seriously if it hurts.

He was really learning how to be a good lover seriously, and he looked weird.

Yaoying’s heart was full of sweet and sour warmth, and she felt amused, but also a little regretful. She thought she would be able to amuse him well.

I felt cold.

Yaoying came back to her senses, screamed, and curled up into a ball to block Tamaraga from touching.

He leaned over and coaxed her gently in her ear: “Let me see if I want to apply some medicine…”

Gao Guiwan’s voice actually brought a bit of seductive temptation.

Yaoying’s whole body is about to burn, pushing him hard: “It really doesn’t hurt…”

I won’t let him apply medicine if it hurts!

She was struggling too hard, and Tamaraga was afraid of hurting her, so she retreated angrily, picked up a box from the low table next to the bed, and pushed it in front of her.

“Don’t be aggressive, use these if you feel uncomfortable…”

In the gauze tent, his whispered voice is particularly gentle.

Yaoying took the box and opened it, her mouth twitched, her cheeks flushed, and she asked dumbfoundingly, “Where did it come from?”

Princess Manda gave her a lot of plasters and delicate gadgets. Each plaster was also attached with a sign and detailed usage. The contents in his box were more delicate and more complete than the ones that Princess Manda gave her. have.

Tamaragarh gently stroked her loose long hair, and replied calmly, “I asked someone to prepare it.”

The face doesn’t change, and the tone is indifferent, just like talking at home.

Yaoying closed her eyes and fell back on her pillow arrogantly, wondering what the expressions on the faces of those people were when he ordered them to prepare the things for the boudoir.

“Really all right?”

He asked again.

“It’s okay…” Yaoying hooked his neck, leaned in front of him, rubbed his head with her fingers, kissed his earlobe, and whispered in his ear, “Mage…you learned well, I liked it last night…”

His breath suddenly suffocated, and he rolled over while holding her, his eyes gloomy and **** surging.

In the dark darkness, there is still a trace of quiet and majestic, clear and dusty Buddha.

So the **** has become more and more intense.

The smell on his body was the same as last night, with aggression engulfed in the coldness, Yaoying remembered the numbness of her body last night, and couldn’t help letting down her body.

Two gurgling sounds, breaking the silence.

Both of them froze for a while.

After a while, Tamara Ghag smiled, leaned over, her lips fell on Yaoying’s groaning belly, and kissed several times through her thin shirt.

“I have prepared what you like to eat, and I will send it in.”

It was noon, and the waiter brought in a sumptuous table, just like the one in the felt tent. It was a dazzling array of varieties, fresh melons and fruits, preserves, beef and mutton, steamed horse intestines, braised rice, and stewed soup. , Barau rice, cheese, all kinds of sweet and savoury pies, pomegranate juice, freshly baked naan.

Yaoying didn’t eat anything at the banquet yesterday. When she went to wash her body, she felt sore and weak. When she smelled the aroma, she felt more hungry. She ate a whole plate of mutton and raisin braised rice, and she also ate half a piece of beef naan.

Tan Moroga sat beside her, with only a bowl of butter tea in front of her.

Yaoying glanced at him. Since he has eaten, what is Chu doing here?

He watched her finish the braised rice gracefully, took a plate of pastry and handed it to her, motioned for her to eat, she took it, took a bite, he poured a bowl of hot tea for her to drink, she held the pastry in her hand, When he was free, he took two sips with his hand. He put the tea bowl back, waved his hand, and signaled to take the banquet away.

The attendant who came in at the banquet looked at each other and lifted the banquet table out.

The two were newly married, and all the guards and guards retreated to the outer hall. They would not come in without instructions. The inner hall was quiet, and the birds chirped outside the hall, melodious and pleasant.

Yaoying noticed the look in the eyes of Wang Ting’s attendant before leaving, and leaned on the back of Tamara Gha who was copying the Buddhist scriptures, “Did you have any particularity just now?”

Tamaraga looked at the Bayeux Sutra on the case, holding the pen she gave him in his hand, and wrote a verse, saying: “The customs of the royal court, the second day of marriage, the wife will serve her husband with meals, and will continue to obey. Husband, respect and love your husband.”

Yaoying laughed, no wonder the attendants looked strange just now, and Luo Jia didn’t care about this kind of rules.

“Then you were serving me just now, will you listen to me for the rest of your life?”

Tamara Gaya nodded: “It’s all up to you.”

She stayed with him for the rest of her life.

His only **** is longing.

Yaoying hugged Tamaraga’s neck from behind, watching him copy the scriptures for a while, originally wanted to tease him, watching him copy while scrutinizing, meticulous, not to disturb him, stood up and looked tired on the bookshelf The scroll collection of books, the bookcase she accidentally opened yesterday was placed together with other books.

The eminent monk is the eminent monk, with an open mind…One side is the scriptures, classics and official documents, and the other is these picture albums.

Yaoying opened the bookcase curiously and carefully flipped through the books inside.

Yesterday it was just a quick glance without a closer look.

She opened them one by one. In addition to the picture albums, there were several Sanskrit classics. She couldn’t understand them, but judging from the pictures on the inserts, they should be similar to the gifts that Princess Manda gave her.

Turning to the middle, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, picked up a book in the original style, opened it and glanced, startled.

She continued to scroll down, her mind ebbs and flows.

The blazing sun shines on the window, sifted through by the roller shutters, window panes, bead curtains and gauze tents, shining into the inner hall, becoming gentle and light, like a moon cage light gauze.

Tamaraga sat in front of the book table and wrote, his profile solemn and holy.

The rubbing of the pen tip and the paper rustled, Yaoying turned her back to him, looking at the books in the box, and did not move for a while.

“Roga…”

She went out for a while, picked up the booklet, went back to Tamaragarh, and leaned on his back, “What are you doing with these books?”

Several volumes of Chinese medical books have fallen on the long case, and each volume has traces of flipping. Women’s pregnancy, women’s postpartum, obstetric diseases, dystocia, birth. Milk books, “A Thousand Gold Prescriptions”, “Jing Xiao Yi Zhan Bao” , “Little Girl Miscellaneous Prescriptions”, “Cui’s Birth Picture”… are all books explaining women’s pregnancy and pregnancy conditioning.

Several prescriptions have notes next to them, and they are in the handwriting of Tamaraga.

It turned out that on the way back to the king’s court, he looked through the books without changing his face. In addition to the books that taught the ways of husband and wife, there were also these medical books.

Tamara Jia stopped moving his hand, a rare flash of bewilderment flashed across his face.

Yaoying turned her head to kiss him, smiling: “When did you think of looking at this?”

Tamara Gha raised her eyes to look at her: “I know a little about medicine, but I don’t know how to give birth, restitution, and parenting.”

After a pause, he said softly, “If you have a child in the future, don’t be afraid, I’m all ready.”

It is enough for him to be accompanied by her. He doesn’t want to let her be a mother so quickly, but since he is married and has a husband and wife, he will definitely welcome a child in the future. He is used to preparing first to avoid rushing. She is less than twenty years old. He is older and her husband should have taken care of her.

Yaoying stared at him, her heart filled with tenderness, full of tenderness, and she reached out and drew out the pen in his hand, peeling off his clothes.

He usually wears a robe like a monk’s clothes. She put her fingers in and pulled the straps hard. He was stiff, holding her hands, hugging her, and breathing heavily.

“Don’t be tired…”

Tamara Gha’s voice is hoarse.

At first taste, she still couldn’t fully adapt to him. He didn’t dare to be too indulgent and didn’t want to be too far away from her, so he sat here and copied the Buddhist scriptures, watching her turn around by his side, so as to calm the restlessness in his heart.

Yaoying twisted slightly, freed his arm, pushed him to lie down, sat on it, pulled off his clothes, leaned over and bit his lip.

“I never thought about getting married before… Getting married is too troublesome… It’s not enough to raise a few faces. If you get together, you get together, and if you don’t get married, then you go away…”

She said while kissing him.

Tamaraga frowned.

“I met you later…” Yaoying stopped, and stamped a kiss on Tamaraga’s forehead, “I think I will never meet someone like you again. I knew it when I left the holy city. , Even if I don’t come back all my life, I will never forget you.”

She looked down at him and smiled, shining brightly.

“I don’t want to marry anyone except you.”

She may meet other people, but her husband will only be him.

The corners of Tan Moroga’s lips were pursed lightly, and her eyes became darker and darker.

“I want you, Master.” Yaoying panted, her eyes moist, “I want to think now.”

The bun on her head was spread, her thick long hair was draped down, her clothes had already slipped off, and the lotus flowers were blooming in full bloom, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

Tamara Gya lay on her back, staring at Yaoying intently, with a calm face, without a word, breathing smoothly and calmly, suddenly pressing her flexible waist and sitting up, tightly holding her, holding her and turning over. Press her on the fleece blanket, pry her teeth off, and kiss the lips that can easily stir his heartstrings and make him surging with blood.

This time, he didn’t constrain. He wanted her to be completely complete, and to ask for the bliss of the red dust from her, he would also give her a complete self.

From the velvet blanket under the bookshelf to the hot spring pool, to the bed, and tossing back to the jade case next to the hot spring pool, he almost uncontrollably pleased, pleased, possessed, and did what he had in his mind and wanted to do but dare not do. The matter, wholeheartedly blended with her, forcing her to completely let go and accept herself, her picturesque eyebrows still had a bit of Buddha’s aura, but the blue eyes had already been filled with **** desires.

Yaoying trembled in his arms, lost control, and finally begged for mercy with tears on her face, sobbing silently.

On the promenade outside the hall, the half-rolled bead curtain swayed gently in the wind, and the breeze passed by, and Luang Linlang.

…

Yaoying couldn’t remember when she fell asleep. When she woke up, the candlelight in front of her bed was dim.

She was scattered all over, her cloak got up, the clothes torn by Tamaraga had been taken away, and the small case was full of dishes and a lot of food.

A figure stood outside the window.

Yaoying closed the clothes he had changed for herself and lifted the curtain to go out. Tamara Gha stood in the depths of the corridor with her back to her, staring at the pool of shimmering waves under the moonlight.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned and walked over, his eyes locked on Yaoying’s face, his brows were picturesque, like a person walking out of Yuehua.

Yaoying remembered the craziness during the day, and when he looked at it with such deep eyes, the soles of her feet were soft and soft.

He stretched out his hand to embrace her, and rubbed her waist with his big hand.

“What are you looking at?”

Yaoying asked, her voice hoarse.

Tamaraga seemed to be still lingering in her ears, crying on his shoulders, bowed her head and kissed the top of her hair.

“Lotus seeds.”

Yaoying was startled and looked at the calm water: “Lotus?”

“I planted lotus root seeds and lotus seeds here.” Tamara Gaya embraced her, “The seeds were obtained from Wei Guogong. He said that they were from Jingnan’s lotus seeds. In the future, lotus leaves and lotus seeds will grow. You look at your hometown. It can be less homesick.”

Yaoying chuckled and leaned back on his chest: “Can you survive?”

No wonder Li Zhongqian’s attitude towards him was getting better and better on the way back to the king’s court. He actually asked for Jing Nan’s lotus seeds and planted them himself.

Tamaraga hugged her tightly, stuck to her, inseparable, and nodded.

“When it blooms, pick one to offer to the Buddha.”

He must take good care of this pool of lotus seeds, waiting for them to break out of their shells, grow, sprout, bloom, and take root in this lotus pond, as he had seen in Chang’an, full of lotus blooms.

This is their home, and they will hold their hands together for a lifetime, watching the flowers bloom and the clouds are happy.

Never separate again.