The wilderness is silent.
A cold, almost murmur-like sentence quickly dissipated in the air and disappeared without a trace.
Like a wisp of breeze, a cloud of flowing clouds.
Leaves no trace.
But this sound is, but it is like a whale wave and a crocodile wave. The wind is surging between the heavens and the earth, and the waves cover the sky and the sun. Tamara is in it, like a small boat, walking alone in the wind and waves, watching the fierce waves rush. come over.
Thousands of troops, galloping and roaring, will tear everything in the world into powder.
Tamara stood on the head of the boat, motionless.
The waves swept in and slapped on his shoulders, trying to swallow him.
Suddenly, a bright beam of light broke through the layers of dark clouds and enveloped him. In an instant, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, the sky was bright, and the stormy waves turned into spring water, gurgling by.
Yes.
He heard his own voice, a faint sound that reverberated in his heart for a long time.
It's been so long that it's like being deeply engraved there, no matter how calmly restrained and rationally he suppressed it, this voice was said so softly.
do you like me
yes.
Knowing that everything is empty, still sinking into it.
Red face withered bones, pink skeleton.
People are intertwined with love and desire, and their hearts are turbid and excited, so they do not see the Tao. You monks, give up craving. When the lust is gone, the Tao is visible.
Keep away from the thoughts of greed, and think of the thoughts of impurity.
She should be the confidant he met on the road of cultivation, and a chance given to him by the Buddha.
But he was born with greed and obsession, and wanted to seize this beam of light and monopolize this touch of moonlight.
Seeing her chatting and laughing with other people, her thoughts of greed and hatred suddenly arose.
Love is parted, resentment will meet, and no one can ask for it.
Everything is due to love.
So he had to turn around and leave.
He is familiar with the scriptures, sees through the world, and develops the habit of making decisions from a young age. No matter what, he has already thought of the final outcome from the very beginning, and the same is true at the moment when he knows his heart.
It hasn't started yet, it's over.
He knew the result, made a choice, and watched her leave, but he couldn't sit back and watch her in danger, arranged everything, just wanted to take a look at her to make sure she was safe, and finally she was discovered...
However, she only pressed a few questions, and he involuntarily answered yes, without concealing it.
He wants her to stay by his side, and he won't deny it, because he never feels that it's something to be ashamed to talk about because of her...
But he didn't want her to know that this was his practice, that he was the son of the Buddha of Wang Ting, and he was afflicted by illness and had a short life. Bringing her in would only hurt her.
She still knew, asked, and he answered.
But it is the identity of Sudan ancient.
What she cares about is Sultangu, she is close to Sultangu, and the person she asks is also Sultangu.
Sultangu is only a part of him.
No matter who he is, he can't make any promises to her.
What would she think if she knew the truth...
Abomination? Hate
He is a monk, but he wants to trap her in his own practice.
Tamaroka lowered her head, a wry smile on her lips.
There are things in this world that he is not good at.
He didn't know what to do with her.
She appeared beside him suddenly, left suddenly, came as she wanted, and left as she wanted.
He seemed to be calm and calm, but in fact, the ripples were lightly wrinkled, and the wind was fluttering.
The soft dawn rose from the vicissitudes of the mountains in the sky, and there was no sound in the four fields, all sounds were silent, only the burning sound of the fire.
It rained heavily all night, the slightly cold morning wind blew through, and the body trembled slightly in the palm.
Tamara came back to her senses, pulled the felt dried by the fire, wrapped Yaoying, and touched the side of her neck with her fingers. He picked up the handkerchief and wiped the wound on her forehead, removed the felt, and looked at her, frowning slightly.
There were tiny scratches all over her cheeks and the side of her neck, and blood oozes from the torn skin.
He brushed his fingers lightly over the wound, and she trembled in his arms, frowning a few times.
Tamaroga withdrew her hand and stared at her for a while.
Her brows are beautiful and beautiful, the bridge of her nose is upturned, charming and bright, and even when she is applying light powder, she is also radiant, making people dare not look at her, as if the water lotus in the Seven Treasures Pond is slowly blooming, gold and silver glaze, and splendid brilliance.
He closed his eyes for a while and said nothing.
"look at me."
When Yaoying heard the sound, she struggled to get out of the felt, coughed, and said in a commanding tone, clutching his shirt tightly, her knuckles turning white, she looked at him with wide eyes, and Chen Xi seemed to have fallen. Into her eyes, sharp rays of light flickered inside.
"I heard just now... you like me... don't try to deny it... "
There are too many responsibilities and concerns in Tamara, and if he asks him directly, he will not answer, so she can only press him in this way.
"I heard."
She said intermittently, with a fierce look, with reddish eye circles, I don't know if it was because of fever or something else.
Tamara looked at her silently.
She lay in his arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes seemed to have tears in her eyes, and her lips were as pale as paper.
Gaze.
It took a moment to pass, and it seemed like a long time had passed. The vicissitudes of life, everything turned to ashes, and he could only feel the warm fragrance and nephrite in his arms.
"Yes, the princess heard me."
Tamara sighed softly, her expression solemn and solemn, she tightened her arms slightly, put her hands on Yaoying's neck, leaned over, and slowly approached her.
In an instant, his nose was filled with the breath of his body.
The back of the neck that he was pressing on was hot, and the electric current roamed through the cold skin, causing a numb shudder.
His embrace was firm, broad, and decisive, and all his emotions were buried in the deepest depths.
Yaoying remembered how restrained he was when he hugged her last time, but those arms were clasped so tightly, her heart was beating suddenly, her whole body was shaking, she looked up at him, her throat was too tight to make a sound.
He got closer and closer, the scars became clearer and clearer, the blue eyes were as calm as the sea, and the warm breath fell on her face.
The bloody smell and damp water vapor were mixed with a faint scent of agarwood.
Breath and breath are closely intertwined.
For a moment, Yaoying thought that Tamara was going to kiss her.
He looked at her, and when his plump lips were about to touch her cold lips, he suddenly stopped, stared at her for a moment, closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled violently, and his lips rubbed from her cheeks, ears, and temples. Then, he slowly and tightly pressed her into his arms.
Even Sultan Gu can't despise her for indulgence.
Yaoying was hugged tightly by him, her chin resting on his shoulder, unable to move, and then something on top of her head gently rubbed past.
The cold, soft cloud-like kiss fell on the top of her hair, and it was fleeting.
This kiss is too light, it seems like a dream.
With a bang in Yaoying's head, the blood all over her body rushed to the top of her head, she couldn't help trembling, her heart was sour, her nose was slightly sore, she sighed, raised her hand, and pushed Tamaroka away.
He was shocked suddenly, woke up, undercurrents surged in his eyes, quickly retracted his hand, and was about to stand up.
"do not move."
Yaoying held his scarred face with both hands, looked at his ugly face, stretched her eyebrows and smiled, and leaned forward.
A kiss fell on his cheek.
Her lips were soft, soft, and pecked lightly on his cheek.
Tamaroka's body froze, stunned, unable to utter a word.
For a split second, he even forgot to breathe.
His gaze fell directly on Yaoying's face.
She has a smile on her brows and eyes, peach cheeks and apricot face, her eyes are flowing, bright and charming.
"You kissed me first."
She was righteous.
Tamara was silent, and the hands that wanted to wrap her tightly in his arms were motionless.
In his more than 20 years of life, there have been too many trials and tribulations of life and death, but he has never been so helpless like this moment.
Even so, his heartbeat was still slow, steady and calm - he clearly knew that her love was for Sultangu.
He who is a monk and who is the regent is different in her eyes.
Tamara subconsciously touched the beads and stood up.
"I do have a crush on the princess..."
The morning breeze blew lightly, and Tamaroka heard his low voice sound in an indifferent tone.
"But I have sworn that I will never marry a wife in this life."
Yaoying put away her smile, two scrutinizing eyes turned on his face, and she fell back between the blankets, covering her lips and coughing.
There was a slight warmth on his shoulders, and Tamaroka immediately leaned over and pulled the felt blanket around her, tying a strong knot to bind her in the blanket.
"I asked your personal soldiers to come and take care of you."
He whispered, stood up, and turned to leave.
The corners of Yaoying's mouth twitched, she gritted her teeth angrily, coughed and sat up, trying to untangle his knot.
"Princess… "
Tamaroka stopped in his footsteps, raised his head, and looked up at the sky above his head.
It rained heavily last night, the clear sky was washed by the rain, the blue was clear, and the morning glow had not yet dissipated. There was no grass in the canyon, and the yellow sand was flying all over the sky. He turned his back to her, and his back was isolated.
He sighed slightly, stretched out his hand, took off his turban one by one, and tore off the scar mask.
The morning light cast a golden glow on the canyon, and the dark silhouettes were covered by the towering cliffs on both sides. He stood in front of the canyon at the intersection of the shadow and the sunlight. Only his head with light blue stubble was exposed in front of her, and the wind blew his clothes. Fei, the whole person's aura suddenly changed, no longer fierce and fierce, but cold and indifferent, with a graceful posture that wanted to fly.
He stood there, his shoulders covered with rays of light, and his back looked incomparably tall, majestic and holy under the sunlight.
Yaoying couldn't help holding her breath.
She knew that as a Buddhist son, he would not confess to her, so she pressed Sultan. Only at this time would he relax a little and reveal the truth.
Now, he took off the hood himself.
"I'm not Sultan."
He still turned his back to her, "I'm Tamara, a Buddhist son of the royal court, and my thoughts about the princess were just a momentary forgetfulness... Because the practice method I practiced is the secret of the king's temple, so I kept hiding it from the princess. I never thought it would turn out like this. The princess misunderstood, please forgive me."
If she doesn't tell her the truth, with her temperament, she won't give up easily. She specially came to ask Sultan if she liked her, and she must be interested in Sultan. If she rejects her as Sultan, she will be disappointed and sad.
Only when she finds out that Sultan is him, will she be disappointed, forget Sultan, and will not be sad for too long.
He couldn't hide from her any longer.
I don't want to lie to her either.
I have been hiding it from her all the time, just because I don't want her to suffer a little pain and trouble.
Behind him, there was no sound for a long time.
Tamara closed his eyes.
Sure enough, the person she was tempted by was Sultan Gu, a secular man.
He clenched his fists and walked away.
"Roja!"
In the canyon, there was a slightly angry clear drink.
Then, the sound of a string of boots stepping on the rocks suddenly rang out.
As if he hadn't heard it before, Tamaroka walked forward, the footsteps getting closer and closer, his arms suddenly tightened, and a pair of cold hands grabbed tightly.
He came to his senses.
Yaoying ran out of breath, her cheeks reddened, and she pulled his arm with a thin face of anger.
"Lorgar, do you think I don't know that you and the Regent are the same person?"
"You think the person I want to ask is the Regent?"
"No, that's what I said to you!"
"I came from Gaochang to see you, Luo Jia."
She was coughing and hoarse as she spoke.
Tamara was stunned.
Yao Ying laughed in anger: "Master, do you think I will be as close and trustworthy as two men at the same time?"
"I already knew you were alone!"
"If you don't want to tell me, I don't know. In my eyes, whether you are a mage or a regent, you are the same person, and I have never misunderstood."
She had always known that Tamara and Sultan were one person—a monk of high character and conviction.
He made her feel at ease, and when she was by his side, she was very relaxed, and before she knew it, she would forget the difference between men and women.
Therefore, she never thought that he would be affectionate between men and women. No matter what identity he appeared in, she trusted and admired him very much.
If Bi Su and Moviduo were so kind to her, she would have discovered their thoughts long ago, but he was Tamara, and he always told her with that sad and unhappy face that he took care of her, but only for sympathy for her.
She didn't dare to think too much, for fear of blaspheming him.
During this period of time, the depression, contradiction, sadness, worry, anger and worry that had been buried deep in her heart poured into her heart. Yaoying opened her mouth and remembered the scene of finding him last night, and the scene in front of her gradually blurred.
Tears welled up.
"You lied to me, Lorgar."
She didn't want to cry, but she spoke in a sob voice.
"I became your inner demon, and Bi Suo said that you were depressed and your condition worsened because of me, right?"
She caused him trouble after all.
Tamara stared blankly at the sparkling tears on her eyelashes. After a long period of fascination, she raised her hand, retracted it, and averted her gaze.
"It's because of my lack of holy life and my restless mind... The princess is not my inner demon."
He paused for a while.
"It's my luck to meet the princess."
If you haven't met her, that's all.
Met, leaving traces, making it difficult for him to let go.
Yaoying's throat was tight, and a touch of warmth came from all directions, surrounding her.
He never saw her as trouble, even when he was emotionally tormented.
She smiled slightly, and the tears between her eyelashes were crushed: "Mage, it is the same for me."
"It's my luck to meet the Master."
Yaoying let out a long sigh of relief, chuckled lightly, and the worry between her brows faded away.
"So, when I first discovered that the mage liked me... I was stunned and surprised... but I didn't feel disgusted at all. On the contrary, there was an inexplicable joy in my heart."
Tamara looked at her absently, not moving.