The sky was dark and the earth was dark, the clouds rolled like ink, and the thunder and thunder shook, like a thousand peaks and ten thousand mountains collapsed.
Amidst the surging dark clouds, silver snakes danced and flickered wildly.
The gust of wind roared, and the rubble rolled everywhere. Yaoying shivered from the cold, wrapped her leather jacket and her sleeves tightly, led her horse, and stumbled across the rugged canyon.
There are strange rocks standing beside the road, the mountains are steep, and there is no smooth road to pass. She stumbled on this road, she fell several times, her knees and arms were rubbed, and the pain was burning, and the sky darkened in a blink of an eye. He didn't bother to open his clothes to check.
Bi Su walked in front of her, looked up at the rain clouds rolling over her head, looked back at Yaoying, who was swaying in the wind, unable to stand, and frowned: "Princess, the wind is too strong, come back tomorrow. ."
The wind was so strong that his voice was lost in the flying sand and gravel, so he had to raise his voice and shout again.
Yaoying hunched her waist and stood firmly, her eyes under the windproof mask were like pearls, staring at him scorchingly.
Bi Suo said helplessly: "I can't walk on the next road. It's getting dark too fast. I have to rush back. The army won't pull out tonight. We can rest for one night and come back tomorrow morning when the wind stops."
Yaoying glanced at the dark canyon ahead, loosened the reins, and said, "Then I'll walk in, and the general will show me the way."
Hearing her calm and firm tone, Bi Su knew that she couldn't be persuaded, so she sighed secretly, took the reins in her hand, set up their mounts, and led her onwards.
Yaoying took off the cloth bag on the horse and carried it on her back, and followed him forward.
The sky was dark, and it was impossible to see anything just a few steps away. The mountains in the canyon gradually rose. The two climbed up the rocks. Dizzy and dizzy, I couldn't get back to my senses for a long time.
Bi Su was so frightened that she breathed hard, jumped to her side a few steps, and helped her up, "Didn't you fall somewhere?"
"fine."
Yaoying shook her head and got up, almost using her hands and feet to climb forward.
The electric light above his head ripped apart the sky, and the rain poured down, and the sound of rain fell between the heavens and the earth. The clothes, towel cap, and windproof mask were quickly wet, and they were coldly attached to the body and face.
She was cold, her hands were covered with animal skins, and she was still scarred.
I don't know how long it took to climb, but Bi Su's voice finally came from the front: "Princess, here we are."
He straightened up and pointed to a dark entrance.
"It's here... Princess, the regent's retreat this time is more terrifying than the last time, you have to be careful."
It rained heavily, and from time to time, rocks rolled down from the cliffs on both sides, and the rumbling sound was intermittent.
Yaoying was soaked all over, standing in front of the entrance, shivering, wiping away the messy hair that was sticking to her face, and walked in step by step.
Bi Suo stood there, watching her trembling back be engulfed by the darkness.
The depths of the canyon were cold and dark, and the five fingers could not be seen.
Yaoying groped her way forward in the dark, trying to light a fire, and found that the tinder wrapped in the cloth bag had been soaked and wet by the rain.
She shivered all over, tore off the soaked mask, her face was as pale as snow, and she walked in with her arms folded.
"General Su?"
Her soft call echoed and circled in the narrow space.
Suddenly a gust of wind swept across, and a hand suddenly stretched out in the darkness and grabbed her wrist.
Yaoying was startled, and before she could shout, her other hand directly grabbed her throat, the thin calluses on her fingertips brushed against her wet skin, and her cold fingers pressed against the side of her neck.
She couldn't breathe and shuddered.
Outside the mouth of the gorge, a faint blue electric light pierced the entire night sky, illuminating the vast sky, the vast land, and the entire canyon, as well as the silhouette of the man beside Yaoying.
He stood in the dark, silently, looking down at her, his face was full of hideous scars, a blush between his brows, his blue eyes were cold, there was no sadness or joy, and there was no trace of warmth. Under the electric light, he looked like a Shura. .
Electric lights flicker, bright and dim.
When it was bright, Yaoying could see his ugly face clearly, but when it was dim, only his cold eyes were left in front of him.
He didn't say a word, obviously didn't recognize her, looked at her with indifferent and cold eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was covered with knotted red blood.
Creepy.
In the rushing rain, Yaoying smelled the blood on his body. She was cold, and the wound on her body hurt so much that she almost suffocated. She raised her hand that was not clasped, and slowly stretched her fingers to his face.
"look at me."
"I'm Li Yaoying."
She looked at him, the corners of her eyes were reddish, water droplets slipped from the wet sideburns, her fingers stretched behind his head, hooked his neck, and pulled him closer to her little by little, so close that she could see through his eyes. He saw his pale face.
"Are you going to kill me?"
The eyes meet, the breath blends, she is cold all over, and the breath around him is cold.
In the next moment, he suddenly let go of his hand and pushed Yaoying away.
"leave me alone."
He said coldly, his voice was low and hoarse, turned and walked in, his boots stepped on the rocks, and the footsteps gradually faded away.
Yaoying's throat was sore, she choked and coughed, she raised her feet and chased after her.
He took a big step and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Yaoying staggered and chased after him. There was a sudden crash in front of him. His tall and straight figure stopped abruptly.
Yaoying's heart skipped a beat, she ran over quickly, lifted him up, and pulled over his face, her fingers sticking with blood.
His eyes were closed, and he passed out.
She hugged him and sat beside the cold mountain wall.
The rain dripped with the gravel and sand, hitting their heads and bodies, and his hideous face was stained with blood.
Yaoying's hands trembled, she closed her eyes, put her arms around him, lightly stroked his face with her fingers, slowly untied the turban wrapped layer by layer, then went down, groped carefully, and tore it with force.
An electric light shone into the canyon, and under the scars, mud and blood, a picturesque face slowly emerged.
The regent, Sultan Gu, is Tamara.
Yaoying's face was calm, she let go of her mask and head scarf, pulled out a clean handkerchief, and wiped away the muddy water splashing on the man's cheeks and neck.
The time when he was almost devoured by the practice technique and almost went into trouble, she confirmed his identity.
He was imprisoned since he was a child, and when he grew up, he was weak and sickly. Because of the unstable situation, he had to conceal his condition and could not leak the news. In the end, the fuel ran out...
In the past, she didn't understand why Sultan Gu's swordsmanship was sharp and ruthless, and she had a faintly merciful atmosphere of inclusiveness and magnificent waves. Later, she suddenly realized.
Because he is Roja.
…
When returning to the holy city from Gaochang, Yaoying was going to tell Tanmo Luojia that she knew his dual identities. Zhu Luyun was also in the holy city at that time and wrote a letter to her. She took the letter to find Luojia... He was very cold to her. .
Yaoying was dazed for a while, staring at him for a long time, he ignored her, she circled around him for half a circle, but he remained silent.
When he was a son of Buddha, he was aloof and unfamiliar with her, as if Sultan Gu was really another person.
Yaoying thought to himself, for him, holding a butcher's knife and killing people like hemp is a last resort. He definitely doesn't want to recall those things, and the fewer people who know this secret, the more secure it is.
And she was just an outsider, and shouldn't spy on his secrets.
If Bi Su and the others knew that she knew that Sultan was Thammaraja, they might have hesitated between killing her and letting her go.
In the early morning of that early spring, Yaoying was playing with Garuda while thinking seriously. She didn't want to embarrass Tamara, so she made up her mind to hide her thoughts, just as if she didn't know they were alone.
…
It was pouring rain.
Yaoying calmed her mind, exerted her last strength, moved Tanmaraga to a dry place to lie down, poured out a few pills and fed him to take it.
On the way to the canyon, Bi Suo told her that she had to get close to him to wake him up. As long as he regained consciousness, nothing serious would happen.
It should be fine when he wakes up again.
She undressed him and wiped him.
He usually wears a wide cassock, looks thin, takes off his clothes, and has smooth muscles and bones.
Yaoying stopped and stared at the gauze wrapped around his shoulders.
This arrow wound was left when he rescued Li Zhongqian.
Alone, he ran for thousands of miles, rescued Li Zhongqian, relieved the siege of Gaochang, and left silently, still wounded when he left.
If it wasn't for the fact that she had been thinking about thanking Abhi in person, but couldn't find Abhi's person, she became suspicious and asked Li Zhongqian and Mobido to inquire about Abhi, and she would never have found out that Abhi was him.
Originally, she was only suspicious, but when she went to Yuanjue's room, she smelled a familiar smell of pills that he had to take regularly, and her suspicion became certain.
She didn't even look for Yuanjue to verify, she rushed over directly.
A few days later, he will return to the Holy City.
Yaoying lifted the gauze and looked at the wound, applied the medicine, bandaged it, and then put on a robe and a headscarf for him.
After doing this, she was so tired that her hands and feet were shaking, her body was as cold as ice, and even her heart was cold.
She took out the sheepskin jacket from the cloth bag and put it on her body, leaned against the cliff, curled up into a ball, gently kicked Tamaroka with her feet, and smiled.
"Monk, you lied to me."
More than once.
She wasn't angry at all.
Just feel sad.
…
In the middle of the night, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the four fields were silent.
Tan Mo Luo Jia woke up leisurely, closed his eyes, exercised the power and adjusted his breath, his dantian was slightly warm, and after the blood in his body was smooth, he slowly opened his eyes, the eyes were dark, a little light leaked in from the gap, and the water reflected on the ground. Silver light.
He was about to continue breathing, when a cough suddenly sounded beside him.
Then, there was another sound, with a suppressed gasp.
Tamara opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on a black shadow beside him, with a pupil.
Yaoying leaned against the cliff beside him, her cheeks were pale, her brows were wrinkled, her eyes were tightly closed, and she coughed loudly. The bundled long hair fell down and was draped wetly on his shoulders, and his body trembled.
Tamara's figure froze, expressionless.
The next moment, the bottom of his eyes regained clarity, he pushed away the messy hair on Yaoying's cheeks, and touched the side of her neck with his fingers, wet and damp.
She was cold, like a block of ice, shivering, and her cough sounded painful.
Tamara was unhindered, he had always been calm and sober, without waves, and his life and death were nothing but a bubble.
Yaoying shrank tightly into a ball, shivering.
Tamara picked her up, folded the sheepskin jacket tightly covering her, carefully wrapped her, got up and stepped out of the canyon, used her inner strength to jump down the cliff, and stepped on the slippery rocks with her toes, her figure was like electricity.
His body was trembling in his arms, and he rushed out of the Erli Road in one breath. In the distance, a little fire swayed, and a few horses were eating grass cakes out of the mountain. .
He came forward with Yaoying in his arms.
Bi Su was awakened by the sound of footsteps. She raised her eyes and met the look in Tamara's eyes. She shivered in fright and fell to the ground.
"The princess knew that you saved her brother and was worried about your injury, so she came all the way."
Tamara put down Yaoying, "Clothes, medicine for wind and cold."
Bi Su was in a hurry, and pulled out the clothes and handed them to Tamara. He went back to the camp and saw the rain pouring down. He returned with some clothes and food. Loga found it herself.
Tan Moraga feeds Yaoying the medicine first, but she purses her lips tightly and refuses to take it. He put her on his lap, pinched her chin with his fingers, and fed her the medicine.
Then, he opened her clothes, suddenly stopped, raised his eyes and glanced at Bi Su.
Bi Su hurriedly jumped up and walked away without looking back.
Tamara picked up Yaoying, moved to the fire, brushed off her long hair, and untied her clothes.
Under the firelight, her snow-like skin was as smooth and smooth as suet, dazzlingly white, and her snowy shoulders were soft.
Tamara closed her eyes, hurriedly wiped Yaoying's body by feeling, put on dry clothes for her, opened her eyes again, poured a bowl of hot water by the fire, gave her a few sips, and touched her. Her forehead receded a little.
He helped her close her long hair, stared at her for a long time, and let go.
After the wet and sticky clothes were changed, Yaoying felt very comfortable and didn't cough much. Feeling that the person who took care of her was about to leave, she subconsciously grasped his sleeves with both hands.
Tamaroga lowered her eyes, watching her grab her fingers.
Under the boundless sky, the bonfire burns quietly.
He stared at Yaoying, his heart was empty, he didn't think about anything, and he seemed to have thought about everything.
As she was in a trance, her sleeves tightened, Yaoying's eyelashes trembled slightly, she opened her eyes, and two hazy eyes fell on his face.
He was motionless.
Yao Ying just woke up, and she was still a little drowsy. After a while, she recognized the person in front of her, and two bright lights ignited in her eyes. She clenched his sleeves tightly, struggling to sit up, and her eyebrows suddenly twisted into a ball. He clutched his chest and coughed violently.
Tan Moraga leaned over, helped Yaoying sit up, poured a bowl of water for her to drink, she pushed the bowl away, raised her hand suddenly and grabbed the front of his shirt, her face almost touching his.
Her cheeks were flushed, she was confused, her eyes were wet, but her eyes were clear and bright.
"Sultan." She asked word for word, her breath entwined with his, "Do you like me?"
With a snap, the pottery bowl was knocked over, and half a bowl of hot water was spilled on the ground.
The sky floated slightly white, the morning sun broke through the clouds, and the wind blew.
She asked about Sultangu.
Tamara returned to the cage, picked up the pottery bowl on the ground, and poured another bowl of hot water.
Yaoying's mouth twitched, watching him busy, coughing a few times, staring at him with wide eyes: "You... you answer me first... yes, or not?"
As she spoke, she coughed so hard that tears fell.
Tamara looked at her, and the hand holding the pottery bowl was firmly raised to her lips.
Yaoying continued to cough.
Tamara was silent, looked away, swept his eyes, frowned suddenly, raised his hand, and brushed Yaoying's long hair from her forehead.
He didn't dare to look at her closely, he didn't realize it just now, it was only now that it was dawn, and he realized that her forehead was red and swollen.
"Be obedient, drink some water."
He spoke softly, softly, and without doubt.
Yaoying's heart throbbed, and for some reason, her heart suddenly burst into grief, and she looked straight into his eyes, "If you don't answer, I'll wait until you answer, Sultan, do you like me? "
Her eyes were bright and clear, and she stared at him with a gentle, firm gaze.
He is a monk and can't give her anything.
Tamara shook his head in denial, but heard a familiar voice say softly, "Yes."
After a long time, he reacted.
It was his own voice.