Walking into the dark and narrow passage again, the cool breeze was blowing through her bones, Yao Ying couldn't help trembling slightly, and tightened her cloak.
Bi Su walked in front, holding a lamp in her hand, glanced at her temple hair soaked in water vapor from the secret passage, and said softly: "Wang is unwell, depressed and uncomfortable, I don't know how to make Wang Kuanxin, make his own decisions, Invite the princess to come, it's hard to be a princess."
Yaoying looked down at the road under her feet and said, "It's okay, the Mage's body is important."
She remembers the ending of Tamara Ka... I hope he can live well, she can change Li Zhongqian's ending, and she should also be able to change him.
"General, why is the mage so depressed?"
Yaoying asked in a low voice, the Dharma of Tanmaraga is profound, she can see through the world, neither sorrow nor joy, so she should not be troubled by ordinary worldly troubles.
Bi Suo said: "Xu is because the government affairs in Japan and the DPRK were busy some time ago, the war was tight again, and Wang was tired and worried."
Yaoying frowned slightly.
Bi Suo babbled a few words, fell silent, and looked at the lamp in his hand, but the corner of the light stayed on Yaoying.
Tamara was a Buddhist son, and it was inconvenient to call her late at night, so she put on a cloak and followed him into the temple from the secret path, without asking a single question. Afraid of leaking the news, not a single soldier was brought.
It hurts her like this, and she doesn't care at all.
She is such a beautiful woman, even if she doesn't do anything, just a casual look is enough to make people fascinated and make the most vigorous warrior of the tribe blush and be willing to die for her, not to mention that she is good to a person, then It is whole-hearted, full of enthusiasm, who can resist it
Tamara had never seen her before, and didn't know there was such a woman in the world, that's all.
Prejudice, getting to know each other, and getting along with each other every day, naturally can't help but give birth to the desire for exclusiveness.
I have seen light and warmth, but I can no longer endure darkness and loneliness.
But Luo Jia is so clear-headed that he will not be so confused as to possess a Chinese girl as a Buddhist son.
In that case, he will incur infamy throughout the ages, and Princess Wenzhao will definitely be regarded as a witch who brings disaster to the country and the people.
No woman can handle that kind of pressure.
Therefore, Luo Jia couldn't even say what to keep her, and could only call her name quietly after she left and when she was unconscious.
Bi Suo was in a heavy heart. He not only wanted Luo Jia to feel better, but he was also afraid that what he was doing would make Luo Jia fall deeper, so that the last of the two of them was ashes as death, and the other was notorious.
There is a double law in the world...
Hope he did nothing wrong.
Bi Suo stopped, pushed open a secret door, and pointed forward with the lamp in his hand: "The king is inside."
Yaoying looked at the dim lights, and there was a quiet room in the depths of the passage. The felt curtain was low, and a few faint candlelights swayed, vaguely showing the outline of the furnishings in the room, and the golden light of the woven carpet on the ground was trembling. .
"The doctor has come, and the medicine is on the record. I'd like to trouble the princess to remind the king to take it."
Bi Suo stood outside the secret door and said.
Yaoying hummed softly and walked inside. The room was warm and stuffy. She quickly sweated and took off her cloak. After passing through the long case, she saw the letter and the box she had been sent by, and a jar of heat was pouring out. The soup, several packets of medicinal herbs wrapped in silk brocade, a large plate of icy melons and fruits, and a basin of ice cream sprinkled with sour plums.
Cigarettes curled up in the inner room, she lifted the curtain and looked inside. The furnishings in the room are simple, a long couch, two long desks, a candle, a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, and a charcoal stove.
There was a person lying on the couch, his eyes were closed, his face was reddish, he was motionless, and he was covered with a thin blanket. The stove was burning in the inner room, and it was warm. There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, the blanket was turned over, and the sleeves of the monk's clothes were exposed.
Yaoying lightly stepped forward, leaned over, pulled out the half of the thin blanket that was rolled into a ball under his arms, unfolded it, and covered his bare shoulders, fingers accidentally rubbed his shoulders, sticky and sticky .
He not only sweated on his head, but also a thin layer of sweat on his body.
Yaoying looked around, found the copper basin, twisted the handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat from Tan Moraga's forehead and cheeks.
The slightly hot handkerchief touched the skin, and the sleeping man's eyelashes trembled slightly, he slowly opened his eyes, and his two eyes fell into Yaoying's eyes like autumn water.
He looked at her with a calm expression, blue eyes, and clear blue eyes.
Yaoying's hand movements were lighter.
Sure enough, he was still tired, and he went so far during the day for her business, and his condition worsened. On such a hot day, he had to build a stove beside his bed.
She wiped his face and shoulders, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Master, I'll help you get up and wipe your body too, right? Sleep more comfortably."
Tamaroka pursed her lips lightly, and said nothing.
His facial features are deep and handsome. He usually looks cold and solemn when there is no expression on his face. When he is serious, he has a kind of awe-inspiring and inviolable holiness. Now he is lying down and looking at Yao Ying.
When Yaoying agreed, she held his shoulders and let him sit on the fence beside the couch. She took care of the drunk Li Zhongqian and the injured Xie Qing. Next.
When he was seated, she let go of her hand, twisted the handkerchief again, pressed it gently on his neck, and lowered it slowly.
The warm and smooth handkerchief gently brushed his exposed collarbone, the corner of the handkerchief slipped into the monk's robe, he suddenly raised his hand and held Yaoying's wrist.
Yaoying looked up at him, his face was calm, his eyes were cold, and the palm of his hand holding her wrist was sweating.
"Mage?"
Yaoying called him suspiciously, he didn't recognize her again, did he
Tamara looked down at her for a long while, grabbed her with his right hand, raised his left hand, untied the monk's robe with one hand, took away the veil from her hand, and wiped his body by himself.
Seeing that he didn't want herself to touch him, Yaoying immediately lowered her head and backed away, her hands were tight, he held her tightly, not allowing her to move.
Yaoying thought: It seems that he is not awake yet.
Tan Mo Luojia grabbed Yao Ying with one hand and wiped himself with the other. During the whole process, a pair of blue eyes looked at Yao Ying faintly with cold eyes.
Yaoying didn't help him for a while, nor did she retreat, so she could only turn her eyes and stare at the candle on the long table.
After the candle light flickered a few times, Tamara was wiped off, put on the monk's robe, and leaned back on the couch, only then did he let go of Yaoying's hand.
Yaoying rubbed his wrist, although he was ill, his hand strength was not small.
Tamara closed her eyes, and after a while, she opened her eyes and glanced at Yaoying.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
He whispered softly, with deep tiredness in his voice.
Yaoying said, "The Master hasn't taken medicine yet."
Tamara didn't seem to expect Yaoying to answer her words, she raised her eyes and stared at her for a moment.
The woman sitting in front of him with a small smile on her face was really her.
In the next moment, Tan Moraga's brows moved slightly, her body froze, her pupils slowly opened, and a trace of surprise flashed across her eyes, as if in a quiet night, a shining star suddenly ignited, and then gradually converged, soon. The recovery was desolate, only the dark clouds surging.
He has always been a calm and self-sufficient person, and he was only momentarily stunned.
Yaoying blinked and looked at his face carefully.
Looking at each other, the two breaths are intertwined.
Yao Ying knew that Tan Mo Luojia recognized her, and raised her eyebrows, "Master, it was me, General Ashina brought me here. Who did the Master recognize me as just now?"
Tan Moraga didn't speak, and his figure didn't move, as if he was in a state of concentration.
Seeing that he didn't want to answer, Yaoying stopped asking, got up and walked to the long case, poured a bowl of medicine, and returned to the long couch, holding the medicine bowl: "Master, take medicine, the medicine is cold and bitter."
Tamara's gaze stopped on her face.
The candlelight flickered. She was wearing the clothes she wore in the main hall during the day, a plain light brown cloth robe, her long hair was tied up, and a jade lotus hairpin glowing with a warm luster in her black hair. , The snow-skinned flower appearance is still compelling.
At dusk, the temple was densely filled with monks, and countless pilgrims and believers outside the temple were watching. The Buddha statues looked down majestically.
He walked up to her and looked down at her, and she winked playfully at him quietly, looking relieved.
She can get rid of the identity of Moderna.
All along, he and she knew that Moderna was just a cover.
But at that moment, he actually had delusions, hoping that all the lies she told were true.
She admired him and regarded him as a reliable elder, thinking that he had no heart and no selfishness... She was wrong.
He indulged her unconscious intimacy.
He wanted her to stay, stay by his side, not go anywhere.
He covets her company.
Therefore, he cannot keep her.
"Mage?"
The smell of a clear and bitter medicine came to her nostrils, Yaoying held the medicine bowl and handed it to Tan Moraga.
Tan Mo Luojia returned to his senses, stunned slightly, his mind gradually recovered, took the medicine bowl, did not drink the medicine, put it aside, and stretched out his hand to Yaoying.
Yaoying was stunned and looked at him suspiciously.
Tamaroka lowered her head, fingers across her sleeves, held up her wrists, rolled up her sleeves, and was careful not to touch her skin.
Hao's wrist is slender, and his skin is as white as congealed fat, leaving a faint red mark on the place he just grabbed.
"Does it hurt?"
He heard his own voice, calm and calm, but there were waves in his heart.
If I didn't dare to ask in public, I finally asked.
Yaoying shook her head: "It's alright, it will disappear in a while. I usually leave a mark if I accidentally bump it, and I don't even need to rub the medicine."
Now she is used to beating and beating, as long as there is no scar on her face.
Tamara didn't speak, looked at her other hand, still held up her wrist across the sleeve, and lifted the sleeve with her fingers.
This time, the action was still gentle, but the momentum was a little strong, and she was not allowed to refuse.
Yaoying was at a loss for a while.
Tamara held her hand, and her right hand trembled imperceptibly.
Her hand may have bumped into it when she was avoiding the crowd during the day, and a few bruises appeared. Looking at it under the lights, there were a few marks on the snow-white tenderness, which was a bit shocking.
Today, people just throw melons and fruits that won't hurt anyone.
Tamara's eyes narrowed.
Yaoying followed his line of sight, and she was also startled. Thinking of what happened in the square, she retracted her hand and covered her sleeves, "I don't know where I touched it a few times, but it doesn't hurt at all."
She picked up the medicine bowl that was put down by Tanmaraka, "Master, take medicine."
Tamara took over the medicine bowl, raised his neck, moved gracefully, not too slow, and finished drinking quickly.
Yaoying handed him a cup of water to rinse his mouth, remembered the box she brought, picked it up, opened it, and took out a sheepskin bag inside.
"Master, I bought this on the way back to the Holy City, just to relieve the bitter taste."
She smiled and sat back on the edge of the couch, untied the sheepskin bag, pulled up Tamara's hand, let him spread it out, and put a clean handkerchief on it.
The palm of his hand was slightly cold, and Tanmaraga bowed his head. Under the light, a handful of small yellow and white sugar granules of different sizes, shaped like amber and translucent, fell onto the handkerchief in his palm. The sugar granules were plump, round and bright in color.
A faint sweet fragrance permeated.
"Someone just happened to sell this today. I remember that the Master often eats it." Yaoying said, "I have asked the doctor that the thorn honey can nourish and strengthen, quench thirst, relieve pain, and is incompatible with the medicine the Master is taking. This is the first batch of this year. Thorn honey, when I bought it, there were still branches and leaves in it, and they were all picked clean, so the Master will try it."
Tamara was silent for a while, then picked up a piece of yellowish thorn honey and put it into his mouth.
The thorn honey is delicate and soft, the entrance is fat and fresh, a little sour sweetness explodes on the tip of the tongue, slowly overflows the lips and teeth, and slides into the throat. In the deepest part of his heart, he seemed to be able to feel the blood gurgling, and his stiff limbs felt slightly sore and numb.
Yaoying looked at Tan Moraga: "Sweet?"
He looked at her and nodded.
"sweet."
very sweet.
Yaoying smiled and said, "In my hometown, thorn honey is a tribute."
Thorn honey is a kind of sugar granules secreted and condensed on camel thorns. In the past, it was often presented to Chang'an as a tribute in the Western Regions. When she was buying melons and fruits today, she saw a few packets of thorn honey. It was rare that the sugar granules were as big as small grapes. She bought them all. One packet was given to Li Zhongqian. , must like it.
"It's a pity that a bag was squeezed out in front of the palace gate today..." Yaoying said with regret.
Tamara's heart trembled slightly, remembering that when he saw her during the day, Li Zhongqian was not by her side. Later, Li Zhongqian hurried over, as if he had several packs of sheepskin bags in his hand.
When surrounded by the people and sneering and scolding, what she was thinking about was how many packets of thorny honey he used to eat
He sat for a while in a daze, pulled up his handkerchief, and put the unfinished thorn honey beside the pillow. His eyes fell on Yaoying's hand, and he said softly, "There is medicine over there."
Yaoying looked in the direction he pointed, and pulled out a silver clam box, opened it, and there was a clear medicinal fragrance.
"Where to wipe?"
Yaoying washed her hands, dragged the mussel box, and asked.
Tamaro Ka said nothing, took the mussel box directly from her hand, sat up straighter, dipped her two fingers in the ointment, and motioned her to roll up her sleeves.
Yaoying was stunned, "I'm fine."
She thought the medicine was meant to be rubbed on his legs.
Tan Mo Luojia looked up at her, her complexion was a little better than before, and she said mildly and unquestionably: "Apply some medicine, it will get better soon."
Yaoying had to sit down and roll up her sleeves.
Tamaroka leaned over, first wiped her wrist with a handkerchief, and then lightly applied the ointment.
The finger pulp with thin calluses touched the wound gently, the ointment was slightly cool, and there was a slight spicy sting in the bruised place, Yaoying couldn't help but let out a soft hiss, and shuddered all over her body.
Tamara Raja immediately raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes flashed like lightning, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled: "Does it hurt?"
He asked a question, and before she could answer, the strength in his hand had been lightened, and it was as soft as a cloud.
Yaoying stared blankly at Tan Moraga and shook her head.
"It doesn't hurt."
She whispered, her face slightly warm, and a strange feeling surged in her heart again.