Yaoying keeps up with Tamara.
Bi Su adorned behind her.
It was a cold night last night, and the front of the courtyard was covered with soft snow. The three of them walked through the snow, and there was a crunching sound on the soles of their feet.
Tan Moraga walked calmly and didn't walk fast, but he was tall and straight, with long legs and cassocks hunting, he had walked a distance in a blink of an eye.
Yaoying quickly followed him, suddenly felt her feet sink, and her whole body was pinned to the spot, unable to move.
She looked down and saw that the boots were half sunk in the snow.
The weather has warmed up recently, and the snow isn't as solid as it did in the cold winter.
Yaoying tried to pull out her boots and tried several times, but she still couldn't move.
Bi Suo followed closely behind her. Seeing this, she couldn't help laughing out loud. She stepped forward, stretched out her hand to support her, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, princess, I'll help you..."
He stretched out his hand towards Yaoying, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a corner of the snow-white cassock flashing, and his smile froze slightly.
Yaoying grabbed her boots and pulled them out several times, her body swayed slightly, and she was a little unsteady. There were two shadows in front of her. She raised her head, reached out her hand subconsciously, and gently grabbed the sleeve of one of them.
The three were silent.
Bi Suo lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on Yaoying's slender fingers, and her eyes were a little strange.
Yaoying also looked at her hand, her heart felt slightly empty, she slowly raised her eyes, and met Tan Moraga's cold and indifferent gaze.
He stood in front of her, with a handsome face, handsome and handsome, with almost no expression on his face, and his bearing was dusty.
She didn't know what was going on, but what she grabbed was his sleeve in a hurry.
There are fine gold patterns on the cassock, which run across the fingertips and are slightly itchy.
Yaoying came back to her senses, smiled apologetically at Tanmoraga, and was about to let go of her fingers when he raised his arm gently, signaling her not to let go.
She understood, clutching his sleeve tightly and pulling herself out of the snow with her strength.
"Like smoking bamboo shoots..."
Yaoying chuckled, released her hand, and brushed the snowflakes off the edge of her boots.
Tamaroka didn't say anything, and when she was steady, she turned and walked away.
Yaoying followed him, looked at Bi Suo beside him with a blank expression, and asked, "Have you ever seen bamboo shoots, General?"
Bi Suo smiled at her, shook her head, and said, "I haven't seen it before. I often hear people say that the land of Han is vast and rich in resources, and there are many things in the land that we don't have here..."
He changed his words, "The princess has been away from home for so long, she must miss her hometown very much, right?"
Yaoying felt melancholy when she thought of her homeland that was thousands of miles away from Wang Ting.
Bi Suo stared at Tan Moraga's back without blinking, her voice raised a little, and said, "I made the princess sad, don't be sad, the situation in Beirong is now in chaos, and the princess' relatives may have come over. , I believe that soon, the princess will be able to return to her hometown and be reunited with her relatives."
Yaoying nodded, "Borrowing General Ji's words."
The three walked through the courtyard and stepped up the stone steps. The guard raised the felt curtain, and Tamara walked in, pointing to the rolled up animal skin paper on the case: "Bisuo, you send this to the camp. "
Bi Su suddenly raised her head and looked at Tamaroka, her face stiff.
This kind of thing doesn't require him to make a trip himself.
Tamaroka looked calm.
Bi Suo didn't dare to say anything, sighed secretly, and said in a deep voice, took the animal skin paper and left.
Tamara looked at Yaoying: "Sit."
Yaoying looked down at the Persian blanket on the ground, hesitantly, not knowing where to sit.
Tamara raised his eyes and glanced at the edge of the long case.
Yaoying understood what he meant, walked over and sat down cross-legged.
The brazier in the corner burned brightly red, making a soft crackling sound, and the tent was as warm as spring.
Tamara picked up a letter from the case and handed it to Yaoying.
Yaoying took the letter and saw Junxiu's Chinese characters on it. She was slightly surprised. She opened it and saw a smile on her face: "It's a letter from Master Munda Deva."
After Mundathiva left the royal court, he went west first, and then went south after arriving in Kangguo, returning to Tianzhu from Huoguo, Hesina, and Gandhara. The letter was written by him while he was in Huoguo. news, report her safety.
Yaoying read the letter quickly.
"Everything is fine with Munda Deva. He also asked about the mage's body and told the mage to be careful when taking medicine and not to rely too much on medicinal pills."
Tammaraka nodded and said, "Munda Deva met the king of Viramara while living in the country, and asked them to send a letter. The letter was brought by the Tianzhu mission. Among the mission is a Tianzhu doctor who is proficient in pharmacology, Munda. The devi invited him to the royal court."
Yaoying couldn't help but straighten up: "He came to see the Master? Munda Deva invited him because he could heal the Master!"
Tamara looked down at her.
Yaoying sat kneeling in front of the long desk, facing his gaze, her face was full of surprise and anticipation, her eyes were bright and watery.
She rarely showed such a happy mood.
And she was so happy at the moment, all for him.
Tamaroka said nothing, and flicked the beads with his fingers.
Yaoying clapped her hands and said with a full smile, "The Master's prayers really worked."
Tamara raised his eyes: "Pray for blessings?"
Yaoying looked at him, nodded, and said with a smile, "This morning in the main hall, the Master recited sutras and prayed for the people. I thought to myself, if the Buddha can really manifest his spirit, the person who should be blessed the most should be the Master. When the mage called me, I was thinking if Munda Deva could find a way to heal the mage soon..."
"I didn't expect the Tianzhu doctor to come."
Yaoying's eyebrows and eyes are curved, and her face is like Shunhua.
Tamara looked at her, not moving.
There were a few small noises in the charcoal basin, and the room was warm.
He was silent for a while and asked, "Why didn't the princess ask for her blessings?"
Yaoying smiled and said casually, "I didn't think of it at the time..."
Saying that, his eyes fell on the gilded incense stick beside him.
"Next time the Master prays for blessings, I will visit again."
She said casually, remembering something, and asked curiously, "By the way, what did the Master read when he tapped the incense stick on my head?"
Most of the scriptures he recited were in Sanskrit or nonsense, and the rhythm was elegant. She didn't understand it, but she was fascinated.
Tamara said: "Sutra."
Yaoying shook her head and laughed, and stopped asking.
Tamara was sitting quietly, and suddenly asked, "Has the princess ever thought about entering Buddhism?"
Yaoying shuddered, her eyes widened, she shook her head in astonishment, and said with a smile, "I'm not as noble as a mage, I can't bear the world, greed, hatred, and ignorance, I can't quit a single one."
As he said that, he spread his hands towards him with a playful expression.
"Just reciting scriptures every day gives me a headache."
And she can't be without meat.
Tamara was silent, rubbing the beads with his fingers.
This morning, the Buddha was enshrined in front of the hall. The incense was strong. The devout believers crowded the hall and stepped forward one by one to accept his blessings.
He has presided over this kind of puja many times, men and women, young and old, yellow hair and beard, Hu people and Han people, in his eyes, all have blurred faces, no distinction between high and low, no distinction.
However, when she suddenly appeared, he saw her delicate and bright face.
She walked in front of him step by step, and her clear eyes reflected him, as if she admired him, worshipped him, and was reverent and respectful just like other believers.
At that time, Tanmaraka's eyes were lowered, and he was not reading the scriptures that he usually prayed.
He read:
May you be free from illness.
I wish you peace and joy.
May your wisdom grow and your troubles be eliminated.
May your wishes come true and return to your hometown as soon as possible.
Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, you will return to your homeland, and there will be no more exiles in this life...
In this life, you will no longer set foot in the snowy areas that are thousands of miles away, and you will no longer hesitate in this oasis in the desert.
Tammaraka has blessed many people, the living will perish, the meeting will leave, the prosperity will decline, the sufferings flow, there is no rest, and they are always invaded by all kinds of suffering. People seek the protection of the Buddhadharma to get rid of all kinds of suffering. , When he taught the people and prayed for the blessings of all beings, what he thought about was the various sufferings that the people suffered in the troubled times.
When facing Yaoying... He was thinking of her pain.
He wanted her to be safe and happy, and he wanted...
Tamara closed his eyes and held the holding beads with his fingers.
At this time, there was a sound at the door, and the guards announced from outside the curtain: "King, the doctor from Tianzhu is here."
Tamara opened his eyes, let go of the beads, his face has returned to a calm, uh.
"Invite the doctor to come in."
The felt curtain swayed, a middle-aged man with a long face and thin lips, light brown skin, light brown curly hair, dressed in a white robe walked into the room and saluted Tanmaraga, his eyes stopped for a moment on Yaoying who was beside the long desk. Staring at her intently.
Tan Moraga said, "This is Princess Wenzhao."
The Tianzhu doctor saluted her.
Yaoying returned a salute and turned her head to look at Tamara.
Tamaroga glanced at the low-hanging brocade tent and nodded.
Yaoying originally wanted to retire, but seeing his expression as if he wanted to avoid herself, and with a hint of indulgence, she wondered why he didn't just let herself go back, got up and retreated behind the brocade tent.
The brocade curtain hangs down, blocking out the voices from outside.
The charcoal basin was also burned in the interior, and the curtains were densely wrapped, which was warmer than outside. In front of the couch where Yaoying slept, there was still a bookcase she had used. The look after.
She walked to the book desk, picked up a volume of books, flipped through it for a while, and found that the scroll with the tag was exactly where she saw it.
The voices outside the tent were intermittent, and Tamara and the monk changed to conversing in Sanskrit.
After a few layers of curtains, Yaoying couldn't hear or understand. She flipped through the scroll for a while, bored, picked up the pen and laid the paper, and splashed ink at the desk.
She smeared and smeared on her hands, and she was fascinated by the painting. She didn't know how long it took when she heard the voice of Tamara calling her from outside the tent.
"Princess Wen Zhao."
Simple four words, clear tone, flat tone, like jade hitting each other, and flowing like a secluded spring.
Yaoying put down her pen and walked out of the room.
Before the doctor from Tianzhu left, he walked in front of her, looked at her with a smile for a long time, returned to the long case, and whispered a few words in Sanskrit.
Tan Mo Luojia listened to him, his eyes stayed on Yaoying, and nodded.
The Tianzhu doctor had a look of joy on his face, saluting, chattering, and saying a lot of words.
Yao Ying was a little dazed.
Tamara called Yuanjue and ordered, "Send the princess back."
Yuanjue should be, send Yaoying back to the yard.
When Yaoying's figure disappeared in the depths of the corridor, Tan Mo Luojia asked the Tianzhu doctor, "How sure are you?"
The doctor thought for a while, and said, "Wang sent someone to send all the prescriptions and pulse cases for the princess yesterday. The villain and several medical officials have read it in detail. The villain has been on duty in the palace for many years and is good at this symptom. I have a certain degree of certainty. I saw the princess today, although the villain dare not boast, but looking at the princess's expression, her illness is not difficult to treat. Conditioning, you will be able to strengthen your body and eliminate the pain, and you will no longer have to suffer from loose medicine every month. As long as the king instructs, the villain will do his best to diagnose and treat the princess."
With no expression on his face, Tamaroka said, "I will trouble the doctor in the future."
The Tianzhu doctor hurriedly said that he did not dare, and quietly raised his eyes to look at him, feeling that he was as indifferent as ever, and asked cautiously: "Princess Manda of this country has believed in Buddhism since she was a child. Allow Princess Manda to come to Wang Temple to worship Buddha and pray for the people of this country?"
Tamara Ka nods.
The doctor in Tianzhu breathed a sigh of relief. He agreed to treat Princess Wenzhao of the Han region in order to seek a chance for Princess Manda to approach the Wangsi.
Ever since Princess Manda came to the royal court, although the court officials were polite and did not neglect anything, Tan Mo Luojia never showed her face. You can't even see your son's face, and you can't do anything at all.
With the permission of Tamara Ka, Princess Manda finally had the opportunity to dance for the Buddha.
The Tianzhu doctor quit with a smile on his face.
The voice of Tanmaraka came from behind: "Please keep this matter secret from the doctor, and don't mention it to others."
The Tianzhu doctor quickly turned around and said respectfully: "The villain remembers that it is about the princess's jade body, and the villain will definitely be tight-lipped."
An hour later, Bi Suo returned to the Zen room from the camp: "Wang, the things have been delivered."
Tammara was writing at the desk and responded lightly.
Bi Su went back to the door.
With a few bangs, the goshawk flew back to the meditation room and kept chirping. Yuanjue walked into the meditation room, added charcoal to the brazier in the corner, went inside to add food and water for the goshawk, and saw a painting spread out on the desk, With a snort, he picked up the painting and sent it to the Tanmaraga case.
"Wang, this painting seems to be dropped by the princess."
Yuanjue's face was strange.
"Do you have such a painting skill as the Central Plains Fashion?"
Tamaroka stopped writing and took the drawing paper.
On the pale yellow drawing paper, a few clumps of bamboo poles and the outline of a man were outlined with simple black lines. The man was tall and slender, dressed in a cassock, with a string of Buddha beads in his hand, and he was holding a chunky bamboo shoot and pulling it out.
The lines of this painting are simple and seem to be clumsy, but it is quite interesting. The person who painted it is probably very satisfied, and there are a few words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing next to it: Buddha's Son with Bamboo Shoots.
It turned out that what she said was like smoking bamboo shoots, which is what she meant.
To keep her out of the way, she drew this.
Tamara held the drawing paper, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Like Sansheng Pond, a green lotus swayed gently, and the water surface caused a circle of ripples.
If there is or not, it is fleeting.
Yuanjue's eyes widened in disbelief, and turned back to look at Bi Suo.
Like him, Bi Suo's eyes were wide open, and he was also shocked.
The two didn't dare to say a word, and when he looked at Tanmaraga again, he had already put down the drawing paper, his expression was calm, and there was no trace of turbulence.
The author has something to say: "The living will perish, the union will leave..." This sentence refers to the original text of the relevant Buddhist scriptures
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