When Yaoying woke up, the cave was misty and misty.
She was stiff and sore all over, and when she moved, she seemed to hear the knuckles snapping, so she couldn't help moaning a few times, trying to move her arms little by little.
As soon as the arm was raised, the shoulder touched the warm and firm chest.
Yaoying was stunned, her eyes raised.
Tamara sat beside her in a plate, wearing a cassock she had dried by the brazier, holding a handkerchief in her hand, and was picking up her long wet hair that fell in the hot spring water, twisting it little by little. Dry.
Sky light diffused in from the top of the cave, and the golden light floated in the room.
He was bathed in brilliant golden light, his slender fingers gently straightened her hair, his eyes were lowered, and his expression was pious, as if he was standing on a high Buddhist temple at the dharma assembly, preaching scriptures in the eyes of thousands of believers, solemnly, Quiet.
Awe-inspiring and inviolable.
Yao Ying couldn't help holding her breath, she stood still, her mind flashed how he looked naked after taking off his cassock last night, and suddenly felt an inexplicable guilty conscience and his cheeks were hot.
Tamaro Ka did not realize that she was awake, still focused on holding the handkerchief and twisting her wet and dry hair, her knuckled hands gently fiddling in the thick black hair, her face was calm, and her blue eyes were as clear as water.
The sinking water in the cave was silent, except for the slight sound of her long hair and the rubbing of the beads on his wrist.
Yaoying trembled slightly, staring at his sharp profile for a while, feeling a little dizzy, and softly called: "Mage..."
As soon as the words came out, she felt that her throat was dry and sore, as if a fire was burning inside.
She crouched on the stone platform, bowed her head and coughed, her chin suddenly became slightly cold, and Tamara's slender fingers brushed her long hair and lifted her chin.
He looked down at her, his brows wrinkled slightly, he let go of the veil, slightly bent his two fingers, touched her cheek lightly, and quickly retracted it.
Yaoying shivered and said, "I must have caught a cold last night."
Tamaroka looked down and settled on her. She was wearing his gray monk robe, with loose hem and sleeves, her exquisite figure was looming, and she was graceful and graceful with a touch of soft snow.
He looked away and gestured to stand up, but Yaoying quickly held his arm.
"Master, I'm fine."
She shook her heavy head to drive away the feeling of dizziness, and leaned forward to look at Tamara's legs: "Master, don't get up and move, are your legs better?"
He was pale and his legs didn't seem to recover.
Tamara was sitting beside her, and as she approached, her whole body just pressed against his chest. Through the monk's robe, the touch of her skin was very clear, and her body was soft, like daigo cheese.
He stepped back a little.
Yaoying rolled up the corners of his robe and trousers, looked at his legs carefully, stretched out his hand and pressed it lightly twice, feeling better than last night, let out a long sigh and raised his head.
"Does it hurt?"
she asked softly.
The sky is sunny and the wind is moving.
Tan Mo Luojia's eyes were calm, she stared at Yaoying for a while, and shook her head.
"nothing."
Yaoying raised her eyebrows to look at him, his face was indifferent, she really couldn't tell whether he was really much better now or was trying to hold on.
For someone like him, the pain of the disease has become a habit.
Tamara still stood up, with a straight back, gentle and unquestionable: "You have a fever, you have to take medicine, I will take you out."
Yaoying followed and stood up, feeling dizzy and weak in her legs. The stone platform was full of water vapor, she took a step, the soles of her feet slipped, and she shook.
Tightening her elbows, Tanmaraka's cool hand grabbed her arm.
"Don't fall."
He said lightly.
Yao Ying hummed, leaned on his arm, looked at the monk's clothes, looked around, and finally looked at the clothes that she took off last night next to the brazier.
"Master, wait, I have to change the monk's robe."
she whispered.
Tamaroga followed her line of sight without making a sound, and helped her to the corner, let her lean against the rock, raised her hand and took off the dried shirts and skirts one by one, handed them to her, and turned her back. go.
Yaoying walked behind the rock with her clothes in her arms.
Tamara stood beside the rock, not looking sideways.
There was a rustling sound behind her. She unbuttoned her monk robe and put on her shirt and skirt. The soft sound of the fabric rubbing and the belt falling to the ground came intermittently through the misty mist.
Looking at the wall of the cave, Tamaroka remembered the painting "Subduing the Demons" on the wall of the apse of the temple.
The young and beautiful witch painted her body with incense, scratched her head and made a pose, alluring and seductive, seducing the Buddha and sabotaging his practice. The Buddha cast a little magic power, and the charming and charming witch suddenly turned into a greasy old woman, with skeleton knuckles, cysts all over her body, and her shame faded away.
The visions in his dreams will also turn into dry bones.
But at this moment, she was not an illusion witch standing behind him.
Illusions use all kinds of means, but they are illusory.
She stood there, it was his desire.
"Master, I'm fine."
Yaoying said softly, her voice hoarse, accompanied by a few coughs.
Tamaroka regained his senses and turned around.
Yaoying walked out with her cassock in her arms, staggered, and rubbed her brows: "Master, I'm a little dizzy."
Tamaroka stretched out her arms without saying a word.
Yaoying familiarly grabbed the sleeves of his cassock and leaned against him.
After exiting the cave, Yaoying glanced at the depths of the passage with a subconscious vigilance.
"Ali went out." Tamara said, "Did it frighten you last night?"
Yaoying was groggy, her fingers clenched tightly on his sleeve, nodded, and told her how she returned to the holy city.
"Yesterday Prajna said that he had something important for me. I was waiting on the other side of the courtyard wall and inadvertently broke into Ahri's courtyard. It seemed to be angry. I wanted to avoid it and accidentally entered the aisle..."
Having said that, Yaoying raised her eyes to look at Tan Moraga.
"The Prince Regent took me through the secret passage before, but I turned around and didn't know how to enter the cave."
He calmly said: "It must be Prajna negligent."
Yaoying retracted her gaze and complained in a low voice, "Call him when you go out! See if he has something important for me, so I waited for a long time... It's still mysterious, and I'm not allowed to bring my own soldiers..."
Probably because of the fever and drowsiness, the tone of her voice unconsciously revealed a charming and savage expression.
Tamara's eyebrows moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes.
She leaned against him, her jet-black hair pressed against his arm, in complete confidence.
There were steep stone steps ahead. He slowed down and waited for Yaoying to follow.
"Offended the princess last night..."
Yaoying shook her head: "I broke in by myself and disturbed the Master. The Master doesn't have to mind. The Master can rest assured that I will never reveal the matter of the hot spring in the stone cave."
His tone sounded indifferent.
Tamara was silent.
The passage quieted down.
The two walked forward in the darkness, surrounded by silence and entangled breathing.
After walking through the stairs, the light gradually leaked from the front, and it was almost the exit.
Yaoying glanced at Tan Moraga and said, "Last night, the Master said that he was sick and wanted someone to accompany you..."
Without batting an eyelid, Tamara said, "It's just nonsense while sick, the princess doesn't have to take it seriously."
Yaoying rolled her eyes, stared at him for a long time, and snorted, weak.
Bi Suo was waiting in the side hall at the exit of the secret road. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he took a few steps forward.
The secret door opened, and Tan Moraga and Li Yaoying came out one after the other.
Bi Suo quickly looked at the two of them.
Tan Mo Luojia helped Yaoying to walk behind the felt curtain, and said, "No one will come here, the princess will lie down for a while, and I will ask someone to decoct the medicine."
Yaoying was top-heavy and sat down as she said, "My personal soldiers are waiting outside the Wang Temple..."
"I'll send someone to spread the word. Don't get up, drink the medicine first."
Thammaraja paused.
"You're weak and still taking the doctor's pills... wait until you're better."
Bi Su, who followed the house, heard this sentence and sighed silently.
He was expressionless when he spoke, but he didn't know how soft his tone was.
Yaoying looked hesitant.
Tamaroka did not urge her.
She thought about it and nodded.
Tan Moraga didn't speak, turned around and left the side hall, wrote a prescription, and ordered the soldiers to boil the medicine.
She has to leave eventually. It's the same if she leaves early or late. Procrastination won't change anything.
But when she nodded, his heart wrinkled slightly.
He went down the long steps.
"Call Prajna over here."
…
Prajna came upon the call and saw Yaoying in the side hall. Before she could say anything, she complained: "Where did the princess go last night? Didn't I ask the princess to wait? Tell me to find it! I thought The princess can't wait, she's out of town."
Seeing his serious expression, Yaoying didn't seem to be shiing away from the responsibility. She didn't talk about the leopard, and asked, "What are you going to give me? What did the messenger say is related to Yuanjue?"
With embarrassment on his face, Hannya glanced left and right, and said hesitantly: "I know the princess is leaving... I sent the others away last night, and I was going to secretly give things to the princess. Who knew that the princess was gone! I was afraid that others would bump into it, so I had to take the things with me. Go back to the room and pick it up."
Yaoying wondered: "What? Why can't others see it?"
Prajna blushed, glared at her, and said incoherently: "The princess will know it when she sees it, don't ask me, I don't know anything! Anyway, it's what the princess really wants... The princess guards the holy city this time. Secretly take that thing out and give it to the princess... The princess is waiting, I'll go back to the room to get it."
He turned around and ran away. After a while, he returned to the side hall with a tightly wrapped bag. He patrolled alertly to make sure that there was no one else outside the hall. Only then did he carefully untie the bag.
A delicate treasure box slowly emerged from the middle of the layers of furoshiki.
Prajna pushed the treasure box in front of Yaoying, withdrew his hand like a hot hand, and said with a sad face: "Yuanjue told me that the princess really wants this bronze Buddha. The bronze Buddha was found from Princess Manda. Yes, most of them are not serious things... The princess has devoted herself to practicing for the past year, so she should not touch these pickled things! But the Buddha said that everyone has their own way, the princess will soon leave the holy city and will not enter Buddhism, yes People in the world, the princess likes these things and has nothing to do with others. The princess will not come back in the future. Yuanjue and I met the princess, so I will give it to the princess, and the princess will take it and keep it."
After speaking, he put on a fierce expression, "Princess, remember to keep yourself clean and use things in the right way, don't be like Princess Manda."
"Also, don't tell other people that things are given by me and Yuanjue!"
Yaoying's mouth twitched.
It turned out that Prajna deliberately asked her to wait in a secluded place yesterday, just for this bronze Buddha.
She looked at the treasure box, shook her head and laughed. There was a series of hurried footsteps at the door, and the personal soldiers ran into the house without waiting for the notification.
"Princess! I've been looking for you all night! A letter from Gao Chang!"
Yaoying got up immediately and took the letter, her nose suddenly sour, her hands trembling with excitement: She will not admit mistakes, this is Li Zhongqian's handwriting!
"Prepare the horse!"
…
After a while, Tamara returned to the side hall with a bowl of steaming medicine in his hand.
Bi Suo stood in front of the hall, watching him come back, hesitant to say anything.
Tanmaraka glanced at him, stepped into the hall, opened the felt curtain, and looked at the long couch.
The couch was empty, the brocade was lifted, and a strand of hair fell on the carpet.
she left.
Tamara Ka walked to the couch and put down the medicine bowl.
Bi Suo stood by the door and said, "Wang, the princess has just left and hasn't left the city yet."
Tamara was silent, picked up the silk sash from the carpet, walked out of the side hall, stood in front of the railing, and looked in the direction of the temple gate.
A red sun rises in the east, the stupas and temples in the temple stand quietly, the tile roof reflects the golden light, and a few fast horses galloped down the long street from the temple, heading straight for the city gate, the smoke billows.
The breeze blew, and the cassocks on Tamaroka's body were hunted, and the silk sash wrapped around his hands was blown up by the wind, and suddenly slipped out of his fingers.
The scarlet silk sash danced with the wind and flew out of the corridor.
Tamara Raja raised his hand.
Silk has long since floated away.
He let her go again and again, and she came back again and again.
This time, he kept her, and she promised to stay for a few more days.
It was just the time to boil a bowl of medicine. In the blink of an eye, people went to the empty building in such a hurry that they didn't even say goodbye.
Dream bubble, morning dew electric light, nothing more than that.
The author has something to say: The description of the murals in "Conquering the Demons" refers to the "Pu Yaojing" and the murals in the Ajanta Caves (India).