The candles on a pair of linden trees flicker, and the candlelight pours down through the gilt copper leaves, reflecting the book scrolls spread out on the table.
Yao Ying was sitting in front of the desk, and after reviewing a stack of documents, she put down her pen, rubbed her shoulders, and put aside the documents that she was uncertain about and did not write down in detail.
The states have been ravaged by wars, devastated, and have a lot to do. However, the terrain of the Western Regions is complicated and transportation is inconvenient. If you want to resume production as soon as possible, there are many things to do. It is really cumbersome. She encountered many obstacles, and there are still many small tribes that have not joined, and she must be alert to the counterattack of the remaining forces at any time. She is exhausted by reading documents every day.
In contrast, the caravan is much easier to manage, because the caravan chases profits, and as long as it is profitable, the top and bottom of the caravan can support every order issued.
Fortunately, the states are now full of vitality, the refugees have been resettled one after another, and the people's hearts are stable. When the promoted officials are familiar with official duties, they should be able to quickly get on the right track.
Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief, just picked up the pen, the sound of footsteps rang out, and Yuanjue leaned halfway from behind the curtain.
"Princess, the king has a seizure!"
Yaoying immediately put down her pen, stood up, and hurried out of the house.
Bi Su just went in to deliver the medicine, and was injured by infuriating qi. She stood beside the entrance with her chest covered, her face pale, frowned for a moment, and handed her a bottle of medicine, watching her walk into the secret passage.
"Princess be careful, if something happens, shake the bell, I can hear it here."
Yao Ying agreed, stumbled and stumbled for a while in the passage where her fingers could not be seen, and she quickened her pace when she saw a bright light in front of her.
A golden arc flashed in the corner of the light, and the eyes of a pair of beasts gave off a frightening cold light in the darkness.
Yaoying was startled and stopped.
Leopard stepped out from the corner, walked gracefully to her feet, shrugged and sniffed.
Yaoying's palms were sweating and she didn't move.
The breath of the leopard flicked the corners of her skirt, circled around her, turned around and walked in.
Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the entrance.
The water in the cave is filled with air, the light is dim, and the hot spring water gurgles and bubbles like pearl bubbles.
A figure sat cross-legged beside the stone platform, with a snow-white face and a slightly reddish frown. The whole body seemed to emit a cold and murderous aura. The muscles under the bare shoulders and cassocks were tense, and the skin was shiny and wet. Still moist moisture.
He is suffering.
Yaoying held her breath and walked towards him on tiptoe. After a few steps, he suddenly opened his eyes, two cold and ruthless eyes passed through the hazy mist and landed on her face. Bloodshot, in the dim light, looks really scary.
King Kong's angry eyes, the bodhisattva's kind eyebrows, at this moment, he is Sultan Gu, is Tanmaraga.
Yaoying's heart trembled, sourness surged, his life was bumpy, he suffered unbearable pain for many years, and he was also tormented by emotion.
She'd rather he wasn't emotional for her than see him struggling between belief and lust.
Yaoying walked up to the stone platform to meet his ice-cold gaze, leaned over, poured out a few pills, and brought them to his lips.
"Mage, it's me."
She suppressed her sadness and said softly.
Tan Moraga frowned, her eyes were blank, stared at her for a long time, a cold and dark light flashed in her eyes, suddenly raised her hand and clasped her wrist, pulling her to squat down.
His face was pale, but his fingers were as hot as charcoal.
Yaoying was caught off guard, fell into his arms, raised her face, and looked into his eyes.
He lowered his eyes to look at her, a faint cold light floated in his eyes, and his eyes were fixed on her face.
His eyes were cut from the water, and the autumn water was full of water, reflecting his cold face.
"All illusions, all things are empty."
He recited word by word, his voice was cold, and his eyes were like a pool of deep water, without any ripples or ripples.
"Yeah, Mage, I'm just your illusion."
Across the half-wet cassock, his heartbeat was steady and calm, Yaoying came back to her senses, sat up in his arms, said softly, spread out her hand holding the pill tightly, and brought it to his lips.
"ate."
Tamara looked at her without blinking, her eyes were deep, her slightly white lips parted, and she swallowed the pill.
His lips were plump and soft, and they rubbed against Yaoying's palm. She shuddered slightly, withdrew her hand, and wanted to sit up and was held down by him firmly.
He looked at her, stern and solemn, like a Buddha, but he held Yaoying tightly with both hands.
Yao Ying didn't know what he was thinking before, but Yaoying didn't feel anything, but now she knows, knowing that he didn't recognize her, lying in his arms, her body was still hot, and the sound of his heartbeat echoed in her ears.
He didn't do anything else, he just held her quietly and read the scriptures in a low voice.
Yaoying listened carefully for a while, and found that he was reading in Sanskrit, which she could not understand.
After a while, he stopped and looked at her.
Like Yinyuehua pouring down from the top of the cave, his blue eyes seemed to be soaked by water vapor, and the mist filled the air.
Yaoying's heart was soft and she smiled.
"I'm here, I'm with the mage."
He closed his eyes, continued to exercise, and his infuriating energy roamed and drummed.
Yaoying sat up from his arms, stood beside him, wiped his sweat for him, saw that he looked wrong, immediately woke him up, gave him another pill, saw his lips chapped, poured a bowl of water to feed him drink.
Unconsciously, two hours passed, his breath gradually calmed down, Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against him, dozed off against the stone wall, and fell asleep in a daze.
When Tamaroga woke up, her arms were slightly sore and numb, Yaoying snuggled up beside him and fell asleep, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her fingers grabbed the sleeves of his cassock.
The night was dark and the moonlight was soft. Looking at her through the mist, it became more and more bright and moving. Her slightly pouting lips were full and rosy, and she was charming.
Tamara suddenly remembered the thorn honey she gave him, crystal clear and sweet.
He looked at her for a moment, raised his right hand, slowly approached her face, stopped at the moment when it was about to touch, and pulled out his arm.
Yao Ying was awakened, and her body fell down.
Tamaroka subconsciously reached out to hold her shoulders and helped her sit up.
Yaoying rubbed her eyes and murmured, "Master, are you feeling better?"
Just woke up, the tone is soft and lingering, plucking people's heartstrings.
Tamara let go of his hand, "I'm much better, princess go out."
Yaoying paused and looked up at him, "Master, monks don't lie."
Tamara was silent.
"You want me to stay with you. I remember everything you said."
Yao Ying said in a light tone, stood up and supported his arm, "Okay, leave me alone, it's time for the Master to soak in the hot spring."
Tamara gently pushed her hand away, indicating that she didn't need her help, and got up and stepped into the hot spring.
Yaoying looked at the cassock on him: "Aren't you taking off your clothes?"
His back froze for a moment, and he sat down with his back to her.
In the past, she didn't know his thoughts, so she could undress in front of her calmly, but now she can't.
He closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, and looked at the stone platform.
Yaoying put a fleece blanket on the edge of the stone platform, sat cross-legged, put her cheeks in her hands, stared at him, and winked at him when she saw him look over.
Tamara said: "Go out."
She shook her head, turned her back to him, and hugged the blanket tightly: "I won't disturb the mage."
Tamara looked at her back without making a sound.
With a soft rustling sound, Yaoying suddenly turned her head, her eyes were clear, and tightly grasped the sight of him staring at her.
He was indeed looking at her.
Tamara and her looked at each other, their eyes intertwined, and he slowly closed his eyes.
The heart is like a meritorious Cao, the meritorious Cao is like a stop, and all followers will rest. If you want to be born in your will, you want to be born in your thoughts. Both minds are quiet, neither form nor action.
Yes, he wanted her to stay.
Yaoying stared at him for a while, and saw that he had closed his eyes, lying on the edge of the stone platform, reaching out to stir the warm spring water, her fingertips were wet.
"Mage..."
She said softly, "There is a Buddha in the heart, there is a Buddha everywhere, and the body is nothing but a skin. The way the Master insists is not the same as other people. Why don't you treat me as a practice, and when the Master gets better, I will leave. , it will not affect the mage's cultivation."
"For me, I am very happy to meet people like the mage, and I am even more happy to be able to help the mage."
A hula splash sounded, the water wave swayed, and the Tamaroka in the water suddenly moved.
Yaoying's hand holding the water was held.
He clenched her tightly, his fingers were hotter than before, he pulled her straight up with force, his eyes solemn and majestic.
She froze for a moment.
Tamara looked up at her, closed her eyes restrainedly, and suppressed the anger that had been surging in her heart these days.
He didn't want to scare her.
She shouldn't treat herself as a medicine for a disease. She came to him when it was useful, and when it was useless, she was thrown away like a shoe.
He wouldn't take her so lightly.
Also, she thought of him too well.
He is a monk and the monarch of the royal court. He manages the entire country and makes decisions. She thought she could leave as long as she accompanies him to get rid of her inner demons
Greed is born from joy, and desire is born from love. He knows that he has acted greed, and emotions and six desires are normal. This is not something that is difficult to talk about. He can restrain and forbear.
But the evil heart does not stop, and there are endless thoughts.
Once he indulges his desires, he will trap her by his side forever, and no one can stop her.
As a Buddhist son, he couldn't enter the red dust, but he wanted to detain her in the red dust by his side.
She shouldn't be wading into this muddy water.
Come in, there is probably no way to get out.
The muscles on his body tensed up, his momentum changed, his true energy surged outwards, and his blue eyes stared straight at Yao Ying, without a trace of warmth.
Yaoying had never seen him show such a state when he was Tamara, and was stunned.
Before she could recover, he let go of his hand and turned his back.
The cave fell into an eerie silence.
After a long while, Tamara turned around, her complexion had returned to normal, and her eyes were light.
"I still need to adjust my breath. Princess, please sleep for a while."
He whispered softly, in a gentle tone.
Yaoying's thoughts turned around and she wondered if what she said just now had stimulated him. After thinking about it, she snorted softly, lay down with her ears pricked up, and listened to his movements.
He leaned against the stone wall, his eyes were tightly closed, and he remained motionless.
She thought about the fierce look in his eyes just now, her heart was still pounding, and she slowly fell asleep.
The night passed, and Tamara did not speak again.
When Yaoying woke up in the morning, the spring was empty. She looked around and looked at the leopard lying in the corner. The leopard flicked its tail lazily.
She got up and walked into the sidewalk. There were footsteps on the other end, and Yuanjue came out with a lamp.
"Princess, you are awake! Wang just told me to wait here, saying that when the princess wakes up, let me take you back to Fangshi."
Yaoying remembered last night, and she was out of her mind for a while, and asked, "Is the mage better?"
"It's better!" Yuanjue's voice revealed joy, "General Ashina told me to accompany the princess and escort you over at night. Can you come over tonight?"
Yaoying nodded. She had agreed with Bi Suo before. During the day, she would go back to the shop to handle some chores, meet with Li Zhongqian, and come back in the afternoon.
Yuanjue sent her out of the temple and returned to the shop. After a while, Li Zhongqian came over. He met Bamir's disguised Buddhist son through the screen yesterday, handed in his credentials, and then negotiated with the officials of the royal court.
"Where's your friend?"
After talking about business, Li Zhongqian looked around for a while and asked.
Yao Ying said: "He will go back to his house first."
A gleam of light flashed in Li Zhongqianfeng's eyes.
He had already inquired. Among the young generals of the royal court, there were only a few people who could march to fight, arrange formations, and erratic whereabouts. Among them, only the regent and Yaoying had contact. He also knew one thing from his own soldiers: the regent Sultan Gu was probably in love with Yaoying, and because he did not dare to offend the Buddha, he did not show his heart like Mobido.
The soldiers said that Sultan Gu was the one who accompanied Yaoying to and from Gaochang, and he also lived in a tent with her.
After Li Zhongqian heard this, his eyelids jumped.
Ashina Bisuo ordered his guards to keep his mouth shut. Wang Tingren didn't know about the relationship between Sultan Gu and Yaoying. He had never paid attention to Sultan Gu before.
Now that I think about it, Abhi could only be Sultan.
It is said that the ancient Sudan is ugly, looks like Shura, and is cruel and bloodthirsty, which can stop children from crying at night.
Li Zhongqian felt a headache just thinking about it, no wonder Abhi had to cover his face!
A Buddhist son of a royal court, a prince regent of a royal court... Neither of them are very suitable in terms of identity.
At this moment, when Yaoying said that Sultan Gu was not here, Li Zhongqian stayed calm for the time being, told her a few words, and took someone back to the inn.
Yaoying went back to the room to write a letter, Yuanjue came over with a smile, and held a few brightly patterned clothes in her arms: "Princess, there are celebrations every day in these heavenly cities, which are very lively, please change your clothes quickly, and I will bring them with you. You go to see the dance performed by the royal maiko."
"What kind of dance?"
Yaoying asked casually.
Yuanjue said: "There are all kinds of dances, Tianzhu dance, Persian dance..."
Yaoying looked at the letter in her hand and said nothing.
Yuanjue continued, "Princess, the king asked me to take you there."
Yaoying was stunned for a while, and raised her head: "The Master asked you to take me to see Jianwu?"
Yuanjue scratched his head and said, "The king said that the princess has been working hard all the way, so let me lead the princess around the city."
Yaoying's fingers trembled, remembering what he had said to her.
The princess is a man in the world.
He remembered what she liked.
He was a little weird these days. She thought he was forcing him to confess in the canyon that day, and he was always angry with her. She didn't expect that he would remind Yuanjue to take her to the event.
Yaoying's heart is sour and sweet.
Yuanjue urged her in a low voice: "Princess, there is still a dance fight today. The royal court has won a big battle, and maikos from all over the world have come here. It's a once-in-a-lifetime event."
Yaoying put down her pen, stood up, put on the festive dress of the royal court girl, brought her personal soldiers, and went out of the satin shop with Yuanjue.
Yuanjue took her to the most lively long street in front of the palace to watch the fighting dance.
The long street color studio stretches for nearly a few kilometers, singing and dancing, and it is very lively. The dancers on the stage move and rotate along with the music. The dancers are dazzling and dazzling.
Yaoying's face was covered with a veil, looking at the maiko dancing on the high platform, she was in a trance.
When she entered the city, she was looking at the high platform in the carriage with great interest, and wanted to get close and watch it, but now that people were off the stage, she was absent-minded.
What is the monk doing now
She couldn't help thinking.
The sound of drum music resounded through the sky, and a few abrupt, "swoosh" the thin sound of the blade slipping out of the scabbard was completely submerged in the music and applause. ghost,
She rushed towards Yaoying who was standing beside Yuanjue.
The personal soldiers reacted, drew their knives to meet them, and fought with the people who came.
There were screams, and the crowd fled like headless flies. Yaoying was rushed away by the crowd. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a woman rushing over, her eyes were fierce, and she pulled out a dagger hidden in her sleeve. Bully stepped forward, the dagger stabbed into her heart.
A tall black shadow flashed past, grabbed her waist, and turned her around.
With a puff, the dagger pierced into the flesh and blood, and after the muffled sound, the blood flowed like a stream.
Yaoying's body trembled, and her heart felt as if she was being grabbed by someone, and her whole body hurt.