Long winds hunting in the canyon.
Tamara stood blankly.
Yaoying tugged at his sleeve, coughed a few times, and a small smile appeared on her face.
"In the past, I respected and trusted the mages, and the mages when I was the regent. I never thought of anything else."
Regardless of whether he is Tamara or Sultan, he has always been calm and composed, never had any excess emotions, nor did he show the desire of a man.
And when she accidentally saw him naked, he was very calm, with no other emotions at all, as cold as jade.
Yaoying thought that Tan Moraka treated her as a little girl who didn't grow up.
In addition, she was worried about Li Zhongqian's safety and the situation in the states of the Western Regions, so she had no time to distract herself.
"Later, when the Master was ill, Bi Suo asked me to accompany the Master time and time again. Although I had doubts at that time, I didn't think much about it. It was only because I understood the Master's condition and would keep the secret for the Master. Will come to me. Until the last time, I started to doubt…”
Yaoying looked at the silhouette of Tan Moraga.
"That night, the Master covered me with the quilt while I was sleeping, and wanted to... touch me..."
At that time, he stared at her for so long that she wondered if he wanted to do something.
Hearing her mention what happened that night, Tamara didn't make a sound, and the sleeves of the robe were blown by the wind.
Yaoying said firmly: "I know, that's not my dream."
…
Tamara is a monk, and it is impossible to touch her just out of sympathy and pity.
That night, Yaoying's suspicions were confirmed, like five thunders, her heart was beating wildly, she was stunned and couldn't believe it.
She was very fortunate that Tamara was ill, otherwise she would have heard her heart beating like a drum.
In her eyes, Tanmaraka sees everything, and because he sees everything, he doesn't care. Sometimes he is so calm and rational that he is almost indifferent. How could a person like him be in love with a woman
Will he actually like her? Still want to keep her
Yaoying hadn't slept all night, her mind was chaotic, her thoughts were flooding, and it was indescribable.
There were reasonable explanations for many of the things that were vaguely wrong in the past. He took her to the stupa to pray for blessings, and asked a doctor in Tianzhu to check her pulse but didn't tell her. Hug in the rain, Bi Su said that he was depressed and difficult to relieve, and he often said He stared at her without hair, and told her in a dream that he wanted her to stay with him...
Memories flooded into her heart, Yao Ying turned over and looked at Tan Mo Luo Jia who was lying on his side on the long couch, her heart was sore and swollen, and it was extremely heavy.
Shocked, astonished, dazed, contradictory, confused, sour...
Only the anger that was not concealed.
There is no fear of being in the same room with him.
If it was another man who wanted to reach out and touch her while she was sleeping in the middle of the night, she would have rolled up her quilt and was excused to leave.
But in Tamara, she was not afraid at all.
Yaoying is sad.
Not for myself, but for Tamara.
He is a monk. In the book, he insisted on his beliefs until his death. He fell in love with her and kept her by his side. He must have suffered a lot in his heart.
And she didn't know anything, so she might hurt him unintentionally.
Every time she gets close, for him, it is a test.
She also happily talked to him about returning home so many times...
Yaoying stared at him and thought about a lot of things. After thinking for a long time, her thoughts gradually became clear.
…
The sun rose to the top of the cliff, and gusts of cool wind blew, and strange whistles echoed in the canyon.
Yaoying raised her head.
"Master, when Bi Su entered the room that morning, I was awake, and I made a decision. Do you know what my decision was?"
Tanmaraka let her hold his sleeve and didn't answer.
Yao Ying said: "I understand the mind of the mage, and after thinking about it carefully, I understand a lot of things, so I decided to ask you for confirmation solemnly."
If he denies, she leaves.
"The Master is a practitioner. I understand how firm the Master's belief is, and I also understand the responsibilities of the Master as a disciple of the Buddha. Since the Master has never shown affection in front of me, he has denied it after several attempts. The Master's will is firm, and the love between men and women is only a temporary impulse. The Master's Buddhism is profound, and he will definitely understand it thoroughly, and will not be disturbed by the love between men and women."
"In the past, I didn't know the Mage's mind and caused trouble for the Mage inadvertently. Later, I knew the Mage's mind, how could I continue to stay in the holy city and disturb the Mage?"
"Since the mage has made a choice, I will not force the mage to admit that he has a relationship with me, but doing so will only make you and me unhappy, and only increase the troubles."
"I want to say goodbye to the mage happily."
In this way, when they think about each other in the future, they will only remember each other's good in their hearts.
At that time, Yaoying thought to herself: Although Tamara is in love with her, but he doesn't plan to tell her, why should she go to the bottom of it
Since he has no heart, she will never bother.
So, she left.
Facing the pouring sunlight, Yaoying said softly, "Master, do you know that when I left the holy city last time, I made up my mind - I will never see you again in this life."
She was smiling and understated.
Tamara closed his eyes.
"I will not write to you in my personal name, and I will not come to the Holy City again."
"I have nothing to do with you in this life."
"We'll never see each other again."
Yaoying spoke word by word and her tone was calm.
Tamara was silent, the wind blowing on his face was cold.
Yaoying smiled: "Master, I thought at the time, I can do what I say and never turn back to disturb you."
She planned to do it, and she did it.
After leaving the royal court, she no longer wrote to him or asked about his news. Even when she met his personal soldier in Gaochang, she didn't mention him at all, and only discussed some of the royal court's military situation.
When they were separated like this, she was grateful to him in her heart, and he cared about her silently.
Thousands of miles away, the sky is boundless.
Yaoying let out a long sigh, and her eyes fell back to Tan Moraga's face.
He just tore off the mask, there are still some marks on his face, the facial features outlined by the ink pen are deep and pale, the eyebrows are gathered in the mountains and rivers, and the eyes are like colored glass.
"That's what the mage wants to see, isn't it?"
Tamara was silent.
Yes, this is the best result between them.
"You want to break with me completely, even if you accidentally leaked your thoughts in front of me today and let me know your thoughts, you will not change your will. You would rather reveal your identity and tell me directly that you are Sultan, and don't want to let me know. I have any thoughts about you... Even in disguise, you won't allow yourself the slightest slack."
Tamara was motionless.
He didn't dare to relax, she liked Sultan, and he had to tell her the truth, because he knew that if he dealt with her as Sultan, he would indulge himself step by step, which was unfair to her.
If you know what you want, you have to cut off that possibility.
"You are sober and sensible, and you think clearly about everything..."
Yaoying said, a smile flashed across her face, and she sighed, both happy and sad.
"Luo Jia, then why did you come to Gaochang?"
This sentence was asked, and the surroundings became quiet.
Tamara was silent, and there was a broken light floating in the bottom of his eyes.
Yaoying looked at him: "The Master is an eminent monk, so he should be more decisive and persevering than me. Since the Master can restrain himself, why did he come to Gaochang to save my brother in person?"
"Luo Jia, you can't let me go, even if I leave the holy city, you still can't let go, can't you?"
"You're seriously ill, and I'll be with you, and you'll feel better, won't you?"
"Luo Jia, monks don't lie."
Yaoying said sentence by sentence, her voice was hoarse, and her eyes met his gaze.
"Luo Jia, don't lie to me anymore."
"Do you know that I will be worried about your body? Do you know how uncomfortable I felt when I found out that Abhi was you, you ran thousands of miles, and then left alone with injuries? Do you know how hard I was to forget about it? I will be sad if you don’t disturb your practice, but you come to care for me again and again? You have many concerns and concerns, you are bored alone, and you don’t tell me anything, I only consider myself to be on your path of practice The catastrophe has caused you trouble, and I made up my mind to stay away from you, and you came to provoke me again."
"I like a person, no matter what his status is, I will like him well. If he doesn't need my like, then I will leave."
She looked cold.
"And you?"
"You said you liked me, it's none of my business, let me not care... Well, I don't care, I'll stay away from you, and I won't see you again... Can you really let it go?"
"Next time, will you still hide from me, come to me quietly, and then leave quietly?"
Tan Mo Luojia looked down at Yaoying, his fingers touched the Buddha beads, and a faint wry smile flashed on his face.
Turns out she knew.
The last goodbye was indeed a goodbye.
"Princess, I am a monk."
"I know that the mage is a monk, and I know the choice of the mage. I respect you."
Yaoying looked directly at Tan Mo Luojia, and changed her words, "Then please don't interfere with my choice."
The wind quieted down, and a few gray birds fluttered over their heads.
Tamara's gaze stopped on her face: "What's the princess' choice?"
Yaoying turned sideways, facing the golden light, looking at the scattered rocks in the distance, her face was bright.
"You are in a serious condition now, and your inner demon is me. I want to help you get over the inner demon."
"No matter what happens, this is my choice. When you figure it out, I will leave and not pester you."
"I understand that you are the son of Wang Ting's Buddha. Not only are you firm in your beliefs, but you are also the son of Buddha in the minds of countless believers.
"If you don't return to the vulgar, you will not return to the vulgar."
Yaoying smiled lightly, coughed a few times, waved her hand, and her face was light.
"I don't care if you're a monk."
"Luo Jia, I won't force you to abandon your responsibilities and beliefs, I just want to take good care of you. In the future, don't hide it from me."
She never cared about the so-called reputation.
The mountain wind was blowing, her hair on the temples was unkempt by the wind, and her eyes were clear and full of energy, and said, "I am a disaster on your cultivation road, let me accompany you through this difficulty."
Tamara stood motionless, the wind was blowing and the clouds were moving, and a beam of light just fell on his handsome face, reflecting his clear outline, and the fine rays of light floated in his eyes.
She is willing to spend her inner demons for him, but what about herself
He stared at her blankly for a moment, then turned and left, his sleeves slightly raised.
The corners of Yaoying's lips curled slightly, she raised her heels to follow him, walked a few steps, dizzy, and walked among the rubble.
The figure walking in front stopped, hesitated for a moment, and raised his arms with his back to her.
Yaoying opened her mouth, her heart was slightly sour, and she gently held his arm.
He couldn't bear to watch her wrestle, but he wanted to send her away again and again.
She leaned against him, her heart was at peace, her fatigue gradually came up, and she coughed lightly.
…
The fire had already burned out.
Tamara opened the jar, and the water inside was still hot.
He poured a bowl of water and handed it to Yaoying's lips.
Yaoying said too much, her throat was burning, every cough sounded heart-breaking, and she took a few sips of water with his hand.
After a while, Tamara felt the strength of the sleeve loosen.
Yaoying let go of her hand, closed her eyes, and fell asleep tiredly, her face haggard.
I was fighting hard just now, just to tell him everything I wanted to say, so that he had no chance to escape.
Now the energy is gone, and the whole body is sore and groggy.
Tamara picked up the felt blanket and covered Yaoying again, frowning slightly.
The bruises on her face and neck became more pronounced.
He looked at her for a while, and rolled up the blanket.
Yaoying's body gradually warmed up, and she couldn't help rubbing against his arms, breathing through her clothes and spilling on his chest.
Tamara's figure froze slightly, closed her eyes, and let her lean against him so that she could sleep more comfortably.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the silent mountain.
Tamara put on the turban and mask.
Bi Suo led the three horses to find him, probed his brain for a while, took a few steps forward, and said in a low voice: "Prince Regent, Princess Wen Zhao's personal soldiers have come here, and the princess didn't return overnight... They were worried that something happened to the princess, so they found the camp, I asked the princess where she went, and I made an excuse to put it off. The army is about to start... You should leave too."
Tan Moraga picked up Yaoying, "I will send the princess back to Gaochang."
Bi Suo frowned and couldn't help raising her voice: "Your body... you must return to the holy city as soon as possible to do some exercise..."
Every time he completely dissipated, he could not walk for a few days, and these days he was suppressed by taking medicine.
"Send her to Gaochang, and I will rush back immediately."
Tan Mo Luojia said indifferently, wrapped Yaoying tightly, and put her on the horse's back.
This movement awakened Yaoying. Felt moved and stretched out an arm. Then, her tired face stuck out of the felt, her blurred eyes gradually became clearer, her brows were furrowed, her eyes slowly looked around and fell to Tan. on Morocco.
Tamara stood beside the dark horse, silent.
Yaoying narrowed her eyes, as if she was thinking about something.
"Prince Regent, what do you think of my proposal?"
Tamara did not answer.
Bi Suo was keenly aware of the strange atmosphere surging between the two of them.
With the cool breeze blowing, Yaoying coughed, looked at Tamara, and asked, "Where did you say you were taking me?"
Bi Su did not dare to make a sound.
Tan Mo Luojia helped Yaoying sit firmly, and said lightly, "Send you back to Gaochang."
Yaoying smiled, she knew he would answer like that.
She said in a hoarse voice: "Don't bother the Prince Regent to send me back, I won't go back to Gaochang, the Wei Dynasty will regain the lost land, I will go to the holy city to meet the Buddha's son, and present him with the national letter and the gift of thanks. This is a major diplomatic matter and cannot be taken lightly. "
Bi Suo's skin twitched lightly.
I hadn't noticed before that Princess Wenzhao was speaking more smoothly than he and Yuanjue were.
Tamara's eyes lifted.
"Are we on the way?" Yaoying wrapped her felt tightly and lifted the reins, "I happened to meet you, and now there are bandits running rampant, I only brought dozens of personal soldiers, it is safer to walk behind the army. I am very tired now. I feel sick all over, I want to go back to the camp car and get a good night’s sleep, let’s go.”
As she spoke, she didn't even look at Tamara Ka, she looked at Bi Su, her eyes urging him.
"Let's go."
The voice was full of tiredness.
Bi Su didn't know what to say, so she looked towards Tanmaraga.
Tan Mo Luo Jia looked into the distance, Yu Guang saw that the bruise on Yao Ying's forehead became more and more obvious.
He deliberately avoided the avenue, the canyon was inaccessible, and she was not skilled in martial arts. She came all the way in the rain, and the scratches must be far more than the few places he saw.
She has been coughing, which will hurt her body for a long time, and now needs to rest and take medicine.
He mounted his horse and took up the reins.
Bi Su, who was beside him, breathed a sigh of relief.
It's better to go back to the Holy City.
With the princess there, Luo Jia did not have to hide from the crowd and sleep in the open all the way.
Several people returned to the camp, and Yaoying's personal soldiers really came over. Seeing Tan Mo Luojia, who was unidentified and covered his face, he didn't ask any more questions, and drove a cart over.
Bi Suo counted the soldiers and horses and led the army to continue on the road. Yaoying's personal soldiers surrounded the cart and followed behind.
Yaoying read a few military intelligence letters, wrote a reply, and fell asleep. When she woke up again, she was lying in the bumpy cart, covered with a soft quilt.
She sat up, rubbed her sore shoulders, opened the curtain, and was about to call someone, but she was stunned for a moment.
A familiar figure rode in front of the carriage on horseback, with a narrow-sleeved white robe tightly wrapped, and his back was isolated.
Fortunately, this time I didn't run away quietly.
A gust of cool wind blew on her face, Yaoying leaned against the window and coughed. The man not far away heard the voice, turned her head, and his eyes fell on her face.
Across the wind and sand, the eyes of the two met, and his face was covered with a windproof mask, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.
Yaoying's face flushed from coughing, and she waved at him.
"come here."
Her voice was hoarse.
Tamara looked at her for a while, then turned around.
When he got close, Yaoying lifted the curtain, "Come up, I have something to tell you."
She gestured to the other soldiers.
The personal soldiers immediately drove their horses forward, their eyes burning brightly, waiting to lead the horses of Tanmaraga.
Yaoying held the curtain with one hand, and was still coughing, her shoulders trembled slightly.
Tamara swept away his long legs, got off his horse, and got into the carriage.
The curtains were lowered, Yaoying was sitting next to the wall of the car, hugging the quilt, the small space was filled with a faint sweet fragrance, Tamara bent down and sat down in the farthest corner from her.
"Your injury hasn't healed yet, and you can't show your face all the time. Stop riding and ride with me."
Yaoying Road.
Tamara was silent.
Yaoying didn't need him to answer, she lay down again with Jin quilt in her arms. She was worried that she would miss him. Just want to have a good rest.
She lay between the soft fleece blankets and glanced up at Tamaroka.
He sat upright and didn't look at her.
Yaoying sighed in her heart, loosened the quilt, and climbed up to him with her hands and feet, and looked at him.
Tamara was motionless.
Yaoying raised her hand and lifted the mask on his face: "don't wear this in the car, sulky. Don't worry, without my instructions, my personal soldiers will not lift the curtain and come in, and they will not find you. identity."
Tamara looked down at Yaoying, his eyes stayed on her forehead for a long time.
"What's wrong?"
Yaoying felt that his eyes were a little weird and asked.
Tamara said softly, "I need to apply some more medicine."
Yao Ying straightened up blankly, grabbed a small bronze mirror, and looked at her face, and let out a soft sound.
She bumped and bumped all the way last night, and fell several times. The skin on her cheek was rubbed a little, and the bag on her forehead became more and more swollen.
Yaoying's mouth twitched.
No wonder Bi Su looked at her strangely.
She shook her head and laughed. This morning, she had a big bag like Shouxian Gong on her head and said so long to Tan Moraga, her tone was still serious, and her appearance must be very funny.
It's just that he didn't laugh.
Yaoying raised her eyes to look at Tan Moraga.
"look-"
She pointed to the bag on her forehead.
"It's just because you ran for thousands of miles and left without saying goodbye. I was worried about you, and I came here all the way, that's what happened. If you told me the truth, I wouldn't have to suffer like this."
Tamara was speechless.
Yaoying shoved the small bronze mirror into his hand: "Hold it for me."
She lowered her head, found the ointment, opened the mussel shell, sat cross-legged in front of Tanmaraga, picked up Yixing'er ointment, raised her face, and rubbed the medicine in front of the bronze mirror.
The red and swollen place was hot and painful, and she hissed softly.
Tamara held the bronze mirror, expressionless.
The bag on Yaoying's forehead has not disappeared for several days.
Every morning she got up and took a self-portrait in the mirror, looking at the small bronze mirror to see if the bruise was getting better, and when she was about to get off the carriage, she put on a veil to cover her entire face.
During the period, she asked Tamara to stay in the carriage to recover, and he showed signs of leaving alone, so she lifted the veil and let him see the bag on his head.
"You are trying to save my brother's injury. I have to take good care of you. If you leave without saying goodbye, I will go to you until your injury is healed."
Tamara said, "It's just a small wound to the skin."
Yaoying smiled: "I only have some scratches on my body, and I have a slight cough. You told me to wipe the medicine and take the medicine. How can it be different when it comes to you?"
Tamaroka looked away, looking at the swaying curtain, with a calm expression.
"I'm not like a princess."
He was silent for a while, said.
Yaoying shook her head: "It's all the same, we are all mortals. It hurts when you are injured, and uncomfortable when you are sick."
Tamaroka thought that she fell in the canyon in the rainy night and was injured, and did not speak.
A few days later, when they arrived at the border town, the army triumphed, and the guards led the army and civilians out of the city to welcome them.
After a grand banquet, Bi Suo was surprised to learn that the envoy of the Wei Dynasty was at the post house in the city and was going to the holy city to give thanks. Not Princess Wen Zhao.
When Zheng Shi heard that Yao Ying and his party had followed the army into the city, he immediately found the post house where they were staying and pushed the door into the house.
The lamp was lit in the room, and the case was filled with account books. Yaoying was writing at the desk, and she got up with a smile when she heard the report from the soldiers.
"Brother, I was about to send someone to the inn to find out if you have arrived."
The mission was Li Zhongqian. Yaoying made an appointment with him to come to the Holy City together. He set off early and thought she was still behind, but he didn't expect her to catch up so quickly.
"I arrived this morning."
Li Zhongqian said, phoenix eyes glanced around at random, and glanced at a figure in the back room, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were like electricity.
A tall figure sat cross-legged on the felt blanket in the back room, as if he was doing exercises to adjust the breath. There was no light in the back room, and the gauze curtain was separated.
Li Zhongqian looked vigilant.
It's so late, why is this man still in the Mingyue slave room