Yaoying is drunk, so drunk that she is stupefied.
The Gaochang embassy brought wine from Haolin and the Valley of the Eight Winds. At the banquet, the Malu Kingdom and the Wei Dynasty exchanged credentials, and Princess Manda poured her a few glasses of wine.
Li Zhongqian was very strict. She only drank a few drinks, and she didn't feel anything on the way. After entering the inner room, she didn't know what was going on, and her head became even more groggy, probably because she hadn't touched alcohol in the past few years.
The candles were dimly lit, and the quiet and solemn figure of Tamaroka remained motionless.
She knelt down in front of him, shook her head, smelled a faint sweet fragrance mixed with the smell of medicine, couldn't help but grabbed his sleeve and rubbed it forward.
There is always a faint scent lingering on Tanmaraka, she can't tell what it is. Wang Tingren likes to offer flowers and spices to Buddha. He often stays in the temple for a long time. Cool and serene fragrance.
Smelling this fragrance, Yaoying will feel very at ease, just like the moment she wakes up from a nightmare, she finds herself in a dream, so she breathes a long sigh of relief, and all the pain in the dream disappears.
"Mage..."
She said softly, raised her eyes to look at him, her brows were slightly curved, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were blurred, like flowers slowly blooming in the moonlight, delicate and full of sweet nectar. His eyes rolled around, and the trace of sweetness overflowed immediately.
The room is filled with her breath, floating and sultry.
Tanmaraka immediately looked away, but the fragrance was still entangled at the tip of his nose.
Yao Ying was a little unsteady, sitting next to him, weak and boneless, delicate and graceful.
The aroma seems to be getting stronger.
Tamara's eyes lowered, looking at the Buddhist scriptures that he had just seen halfway through, he asked softly, "Princess drinking?"
Yaoying's reaction was usually slower, and after a while, she nodded, her eyes widened, as if she had been caught doing something bad, her voice was low, and she asked, "Have I offended the mage?"
He can't drink alcohol, so if she ate alcohol and entered his house, is it a violation of the precepts
She stared at him with watery eyes, trusting, close, and with a bit of remorse, loosening his sleeves.
"Mage, I was wrong, I'll go out first..."
Yaoying was dizzy, her whole body was sore, and she was too lazy to stand up. She simply turned her hands and feet and crawled out. With a bang, her head hit the case she usually used, and she gasped in pain and the tip of her nose was sore.
She covered her forehead, feeling even more dizzy.
The arm suddenly tightened, the sleeve of the cassock fluttered, and the slender and powerful fingers grabbed her arm, pulling her whole body to sit up with a slight force.
After a while, Yaoying knelt down in front of Tumaraga again, he held her arm with one hand, made her sit firmly, brushed the broken hair on her forehead with one hand, and looked at the place where she was injured.
Yaoying stared at him blankly, her cheeks flushed.
The candlelight slanted on her face, and a gleaming white neck was exposed between her loose clothes, like snow gathering under the moon.
Tamara frowned slightly, "Does it hurt?"
Yaoying shook her head and said in a low voice, "It hurt a little bit just now, but it's relieved now, it's no longer painful."
The answer is very nice.
Tamara's heart trembled slightly.
It turned out that she was so obedient when she was drunk, and she was so drunk that she still remembered him, worried that she would disturb him.
A ball of fragrant jade, the flowers are delicate and soft.
She goes out like this, who will take care of her? After she was drunk, she did this in front of everyone
Tan Mo Luojia raised her eyebrows and let go of Yaoying, "It's alright, don't go out."
Yaoying muttered, "Master, I've had a drink."
Saying that, he stood up dizzy and wanted to go out.
Tamara looked at her, her eyes deepening: "I said, it's fine."
He couldn't accompany her to enjoy the happiness of the world, but he selfishly wanted to monopolize the snow lotus she gave.
She doesn't need to abide by any precepts for him, she can drink alcohol if she likes it, and get drunk if she wants to... She doesn't have to worry about anything, but she does so because of him.
Yaoying turned her head back, blinked her eyes, and looked at him with her head tilted, her expression dazed.
Tamara grabbed her arm and pulled her to turn around, this time with more force than before.
Yaoying was still confused, she was dizzy after being pulled by him, and fell into his arms, the breath of his body suddenly rushed to her face.
She heard his breathing, felt his solid arms and thighs under the cassock, and his heartbeat was still slow and calm, like deep water.
The body under the cassock was stiff and tense.
Yaoying came back to her senses, raised her face, and found herself sitting upright on Tamaroka's hard legs, facing him, her arms resting on his shoulders, her whole body pressed against his chest Before, his calm blue eyes reflected her reddish face.
Close at hand, eyes meet.
Tamaroka's eyes were downcast, and his face was expressionless, like a Buddha, condensed and motionless.
His breath was cold and hers was crisp, and the two breaths slowly entwined into a ball, intertwined, blended, and inseparable.
A bright electric light flashed through Yaoying's mind, and she suddenly remembered the bronze Buddha that she couldn't sell several times, and the picture albums that Princess Manda forced to her.
The brutal and vicious Vajra and the charming and colorful Buddha mother hug each other, and they are naked, and it seems to be the same posture... The picture book is more detailed, and also attached with scriptures, vajra and lotus... Bliss Nirvana, received wonderful joy...
The Tianzhu sect is complicated. Their temples enshrine more than one god. I don’t know which sect Princess Manda is talking about…
The scent of Tamara is very good.
The feeling of drinking came up little by little, Yaoying felt that she was even more drunk, she chuckled softly, and tightened her hands.
"The mage is not angry?"
When she entered the room just now, he sat beside the candle with a sullen face, as if the mountains were about to come, ready to scold her.
Tamaroka's eyes were still lowered, and he shook his head.
Yaoying's mouth twitched, "Then if I do this, the mage won't be angry with me, right?"
There is something she has wanted to do for a long time.
Tamaroka's body shook violently, and his whole body went stiff.
A pair of soft hands were attached to his head, rubbing gently, the finger pads were smooth and smooth, gently rubbing the short stubble back and forth.
He froze.
Yaoying showed a wishful smile on her face, and said in a playful tone of doing bad things: "I wanted to touch it for a long time..."
Tamaroka came back to his senses and squeezed the beads tightly.
The place where her fingers were gently rubbed seemed to have an electric current flowing, and a strange and never experienced emotional tide surged up, like a fire, and the whole body was hot.
Fen Rong Xiangxue snuggled in his arms, softening into a spring water.
The next moment, Tanmaraka's mind went blank.
A pair of hands pressed against his neck, causing him to bow his head, she sat upright in her arms, her black eyes filled with water, and then, soft, fresh lips that were softer and more delicate than thorn honey on his lips. Rubbed on the head.
In just a short moment, the electric light and flint seemed to be just his illusion.
But the gentle touch stayed in his mind for a long time, repeating it over and over again.
Tan Moraka didn't move at all, the muscles under the cassock were tense, and the blood and energy that only appeared when practicing the exercises circulated throughout the body.
The fragrance on her body became stronger and stronger, and it penetrated wisps.
He held his breath, closed his eyes for a long time, and recited the scriptures silently. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were turbulent. He raised his hand to hold Yaoying's hand, and the other hand protected the back of her neck. on the blanket.
Yao Ying's consciousness was hazy, she exclaimed softly, and watched him press down on her.
Tan Moraga turned her back to the lamp, her face was blurred, and her blue eyes were gloomy.
She blinked blankly, without struggling.
His slightly cold breath fell on her face, one hand rested beside her cheek, and his eyes were deep and cold.
"Where did the princess hear about the double cultivation technique?"
Yaoying was stunned, her eyes widened.
Tamara closed his eyes, calmed down, and asked, "Princess wants to use this method to heal my wounds?"
His voice was husky.
Yaoying's eyes were blurred, she shook her head, and looked a little aggrieved.
Tamara was silent, picked up Yaoying, got up and walked out of the house, swiping with long sleeves, and the breeze brought out the lights and incense in the room.
Yaoying had no strength at all, and she shrank in his arms. He froze, carried her to another vacant couch in the inner room, pulled up the quilt to wrap her, turned his back to her, calmed down, and stretched out two fingers to check her pulse.
There was nothing unusual about her.
Tamara frowned, walked out of the inner room, and called Yuanjue: "Remove all the incense, candles, and herbs in the room, and remove all the furnishings that have been added in the past two days."
Yuanjue was at a loss, so he should follow suit.
Tamara returned to the house, wringed a handkerchief in cold water, and wiped Yaoying's face.
Princess Manda is proficient in spices and medicines. She must have added something to her wine. The combination with the spices and herbs in his room will stimulate the effect, and it will be so abnormal when she returns to the room.
Yaoying was in a daze, thinking of the way he stared at her just now, "Is the mage angry?"
She was particularly childish when she was drunk, her mouth pouting, and she was a little aggrieved.
She should be like this, laughing and angering, without any scruples.
Tamara sat on the edge of the couch and poured a bowl of water for her to drink.
"No."
he said softly.
Yaoying's body was hot for a while, and she couldn't help but lift the quilt. Tan Mo Luojia held her down, made her lean on him, and patiently wiped her with an ice pad.
He was slightly cold, and she leaned against him, feeling a little more comfortable.
"The method of double cultivation was taught to you by Princess Manda?"
he asked suddenly.
Yaoying guiltily asked, "How does the Master know it's her?"
Tamaroka glanced at the edge of the couch.
Yaoying followed his line of sight and saw a bronze statue and several picture albums placed on the carpet beside the couch.
She blinked and smiled. She studied the contents of the picture album out of curiosity last night, and then hid it, intending to let her personal soldiers take it and sell it... Unexpectedly, it was discovered by Tan Mo Luojia.
"These things are nonsense..." Tamara held her in his arms, and said gently, "This method is only a method of self-transcendence for some sects. It has no healing effect, and it can't strengthen the body."
Yaoying smiled and tugged at his sleeve: "I know..."
Tamara looked at her: "Then why did the princess ask Munda Deva?"
Yaoying looked up at him with a blushing face: "I know it's useless... But if I check with Munda Devi, I can feel at ease. What if Tianzhu really has a secret method? The master's practice was originally passed down from Tianzhu... "
The handkerchief in Tamaroka's hand brushed her cheek, and her fingers touched her soft lips.
She trembled slightly.
He quietly withdraws his hand.
If Munda Deva said that this method was useful, she would definitely be willing to sacrifice for him. She came to the royal court to cure his illness so that he would have no regrets.
Yaoying twisted in his arms: "Luo Jia..."
Calling his name in a daze, with a coquettish voice.
Tamara's fingers trembled slightly.
"Is that verse in the picture book really useless?"
Yaoying asked with hope. When she was studying the picture album last night, she found that the scriptures seemed to be internal skills. He is a martial artist and should be able to see the way.
Tamara said firmly: "It's useless."
Yaoying frowned and let out a disappointed sigh: "It would be nice if it worked..."
Tan Moraga frowned, threw away the veil, held Yaoying's shoulders with both hands, and looked at her.
"If it's useful, the princess will treat herself as medicine?"
Yaoying nodded, "As long as I can help the mage..."
The tone is natural.
Tamara's face darkened slightly.
"What if I don't need the princess when I get better?"
Yaoying looked calm: "Then I'll leave, and I won't disturb the mage in the future."
Tamaroga's eyes fluctuated.
She answered so naturally, she must have thought about it many times in her mind.
Yaoying chuckled, raised her hand to squeeze his face, "Master, it doesn't matter, I don't care about this..."
Tamara asked in a deep voice, "Why don't you care?"
Yaoying thought for a while, then smiled charmingly: "Because that person is Luo Jia!"
Tamara was silent for a while, her blue eyes staring at her.
"The scriptures say that instead of restraining desire, it is better to get it and realize it. The moment you get it, desire will melt like the sun and snow, and the attachment to desire will naturally disappear..."
Yaoying shook her head and said intermittently, "Luo Jia is an eminent monk... I was trapped by love for a while, but I will figure it out later... He is a Buddhist and can't return to the secular... I know all these things... If he can let go, I will accompany him to meet with him. The scolding of the world. If he can't let go, I will leave. I have no regrets to walk with him for a while... In the future, I will meet other people... "
Tamara's pupils opened, and the hand holding Yaoying's shoulder tightened.
"I care."
He said softly.
Yaoying was stunned.
Tamara let go of her, helped her lie down, brushed away the messy hair on her forehead, and continued to wipe her.
She didn't care, and neither did the others. Bi Suo and the others said that as long as he didn't publicly break his precepts, he could go on like this.
He cares.
"Also, this method is not suitable for me."
Yaoying looked at him blankly.
Tan Moraga bowed his head and said word by word, "Princess, getting it doesn't help you get rid of your attachment."
If he chooses to follow his own desires, he will not be as enlightened as the scriptures say, but will only become more persistent, and he will never let go in this life.
So, he can't touch her.
Now he can't give her any guarantee.
He made a good quilt for Yaoying: "Don't think about this in the future... Whether it's the method of double cultivation, or the thing that resolves my heart disease..."
As long as she is well, it is his best medicine.
Yaoying responded unconsciously.
Tamara guarded her, watched her fall asleep, and then looked at her pulse again, and his eyes fell on her face.
Her brows were slightly wrinkled, her face was dizzy, and her lips were red.
When these lips were printed on his head, they were softer and smoother than the finest silk.
The unfamiliar impulse just now surged again.
Tamara clenched the Buddha beads tightly, turned around and left, called his personal soldiers to give some instructions, and went to the quiet room to meditate and adjust his breath.
…
It was cold at night, there were no lights in the house, the wind blew in from the crevices, the curtains swayed lightly, and shadows floated.
Tanmaraka sat in front of the Buddha statue, his body gradually sweating, and his forehead was densely covered with sweat.
A gust of breeze lifted the curtain, and the fragrance burst.
The sound of footsteps approached, and the complicated skirt swept across the ground, rustling, and a figure stopped in front of him, leaning slightly, curvy, soft and snowy arms resting on his shoulders.
"Mage..."
She called him softly, softly.
Tamara closed his eyes.
She was a little aggrieved, sitting on top of him, her delicate body twisting against his cassock.
Tamara opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly red.
The person in his arms was drunk and hazy, as beautiful as peach blossoms, his eyes were wet, and he couldn't sit still after tossing for a long time.
He closed his eyes, hugged her, clasped his arms, and entangled his body.
In the Wonderland of Bliss, in the Seven Treasure Pond, a lotus flower is delicate and graceful, swaying gently in the wind.
He stepped into the pool and reached out to touch the white lotus.
The layers of petals stretched out layer by layer in the breeze, revealing the delicate stamens, and the brilliance was brilliant.
The wind is splendid, the rain and dew are falling, the lotus flower vibrates gently in the wind and rain, and the petals float down, which seems to be invincible.
The sun and the shadows combined, and the suet-like smooth skin of the person in his arms oozes crystal beads of sweat, and the hair on the temples is damp, clinging to the face.
Tamaroka hugged her tightly.
…
The wind blew the felt curtain softly.
In the quiet room, Tanmaraka slowly opened his eyes, took off the beads from his wrist, folded his hands together, and recited the precepts and repented.
Everything is his evil thoughts, and it has nothing to do with her in the dream.