After sending off Li Xuanzhen, Yaoying had one less thing on her mind.
Li Zhongqian and Wang Ting were almost at the negotiation of trade, and they were already drafting documents.
Her eyes are not yet good, so she can't write and read letters. She can only ask her personal soldiers to read the letters for her. Some official documents require her to draw monograms by hand, so she has to use seals instead for the time being.
Li Zhongqian did not allow her to go out, and asked her to stay in the inn to recover from her injuries.
She asked General Jin to deliver letters to Wang Temple every day, and the letters were written by the maids on her behalf. The letters were nothing more than trivial things like what she did today, whether her eyes were better, and what she had eaten.
Tamara's reply is also very common, knowing that she can't read the letter, most of the letter is a few greetings, telling her to remember to change the medicine, the content is ordinary, and they will not reveal each other's identities if they are seen.
Every day the geese pass the book.
On this day, Yaoying was sitting in front of the scaffolding under the porch and waiting for General Jin to return, when she heard footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.
"Princess, the Wang Temple has sent someone to pick you up."
Yaoying moved back to the courtyard, and when she entered the house, she smelled a familiar scent of sinking water approaching, reached out and grabbed the other's sleeve, and shook it gently with a smile.
"Mage."
In the past few days and nights, Tan Mo Luojia will visit her. I don't know how he told Li Zhongqian, but Li Zhongqian acquiesced and did not stop him from entering the house. Today, Bamir came to pick her up. Li Zhongqian knew it, and he didn't run back to stop her. He only sent his own soldiers to instruct her.
Tamara was silent and slowed down.
Yaoying just pulled his sleeves and walked in.
After a while, Tamaroka stopped and said, "Princess is sitting here, Munda Deva came over and let him look into your eyes."
She said that the pain in her eyes was just to scare Li Zhongqian, and she would get better in a few days. A few days passed, but she still couldn't see her. He was not at ease. With Li Zhongqian's permission, he brought her back to recuperate. Yuanjue said something serious, as if her eyes were going to go blind. Li Zhongqian was afraid that her eyes would have problems, so he agreed with a sullen face.
Yaoying sat down according to the words, Tan Moraga leaned over, the hem of her clothes rustled softly, and her breath fell on her forehead.
He untied the strips of cloth around her eyes, frowning lightly.
Mundativa was called to help Yaoying see her eyes, read the doctor's prescription, smelled the ointment she usually applied, and said, "This ointment is mild in nature, and the prescription is symptomatic. The internal medicine is enough. The king doesn't have to worry, in half a month, the princess should be able to see."
Tan Moraga stared at Yaoying and remained silent.
Bi Su suddenly appeared at the door, panting, and winked at him, he left Yuanjue to take care of Yaoying and went out.
Mundativa continued to apply medicine for Yaoying.
Yaoying told her people to withdraw and asked, "Master, is the Buddha's health better?"
Mundativa and Yuanjue looked at each other, looked at Yaoying who was looking forward and couldn't see anything clearly, and said, "Princess, judging from the pulse of Buddha's son in the past few days, the effect of the new medicine is obvious."
Yaoying was overjoyed.
Mundativa continued: "This medicine is extremely painful and unbearable when taking it, but it can stimulate the effect of Shuimangcao and reduce its toxicity. As long as the Buddha's son does not exercise his energy and regulates it carefully, it can be cured within a few years. Yu."
Yaoying was overjoyed.
Now Tanmaraga doesn't need to go to the battlefield in person, and he doesn't need to exercise. Since the new prescription is useful, as long as he doesn't exercise anymore, he will definitely be able to keep his body healthy!
"The magician is a wonderful doctor! Mage Lao is troubled."
"Princess Mumbai."
Mundativa's eyes flickered for a moment, and she quit, and after a while, the Tianzhu medical officer brought the medicine.
Yuanjue took the medicine and handed it to Yaoying. She groped for the bowl and took a sip.
There were a few footsteps at the door, and Bamir entered the room and spoke to Yuanjue: "The king has something urgent to take care of, and the princess's eye injury is still not healed. The king asks you to stay with you, and don't let the princess leave anyone."
Yuanjue agreed and asked, "General Ashina ran in such a hurry just now, what happened?"
"Princess Chima asked to see her, and the king went back to see the princess."
As soon as these words came out, Yuanjue and Yaoying, who was sitting and drinking the medicine, were stunned.
Yaoying hasn't heard about Princess Chima for a long time.
Princess Chima and Tan Moraga had a estranged relationship, and when the royal court was in crisis, she took her guards to hide in a private manor and did not care about everything. When the army triumphed, she immediately returned to the holy city, drinking and having fun with the noble children every day, and Bi Suo often visited her.
Yuanjue asked Bamir: "Why did Princess Chima ask to see the king? Is it because of the little prince Mobido?"
"I don't know that either."
Fate frowned.
Yaoying turned to him: "What's the matter with Mobido?"
Yuanjue replied: "Prince Moviduo is not a son of an aristocratic family. He entered the Jiedu Ya, and there were many discussions among the ministers in the court. Princess Chima asked to see the king for this matter... The princess said that the king was partial to General Ashina. fair."
Yaoying frowned.
A few years ago, Princess Chima broke up with Tanma Luojia because she prevented her from killing innocent people. Since then, she has poured all her hatred towards the Zhang family on Tanma Luojia. No matter what Tanma Luojia did, she would not satisfy.
The sound of footsteps in the corridor came from far and near, and the soldiers clasped their fists and reported: "Princess, Princess Manda asks to see you."
Princess Manda was imprisoned for a few days, and the Tianzhu medical officer interceded for her, and the soldiers went to search her residence and confiscated a batch of things before she was released.
Yaoying thought for a while, put her hand on Yuanjue's arm, and said, "Please ask her to go next door."
When she sees outsiders, she always goes to the house next door, which is connected to this house, but it looks like two separate courtyards from the outside.
Princess Manda has been calling Tian Tianyi and Tiandi not working for the past few days, and her resentment is soaring. As soon as she entered the house, she complained loudly: "The Buddha not only sent people to inspect my cage, but also ordered the group to return to China as soon as possible. I'm leaving tomorrow! Last time I left the royal court, I walked in a dreadful way, but this time I'm so slighted!"
The last time she left the royal court, she was ridiculed and hated in her heart. This time I came to the royal court, and I deliberately dressed up beautifully. I rode an elephant into the city, just to show off my shame and show off the limelight.
Just listening to Princess Manda's frantic tone can tell how angry she is.
Yaoying couldn't help her. She had already exchanged credentials with the Mission of Malu. Princess Manda came to the Royal Court to present her credentials with the mission, and there was really no other reason to stay. If Princess Manda goes to Gaochang, she can stay with her for a while longer.
"I am inconvenient. I will have my own soldiers to see the princess off tomorrow, and I don't need the princess to worry about my affairs. In the future, if the princess has any troubles in Malu, she just needs to find a local business, and the business will try its best to solve the problem for the princess. "
Princess Manda looked at Yaoying. Although her eyes were covered with cloth strips, she had a smile on the corner of her mouth, her face was shining like a bright pearl, and she could see that she was really happy.
The Buddha couldn't give her a name, she didn't care at all.
"I don't know."
Princess Manda sat next to Yaoying, and the scene where she stepped into the fire altar without hesitation appeared in front of her eyes, and she said incomprehensibly, "The princess is infatuated with the Buddha, and the Buddha is also clearly interested in the princess, but he is too afraid to talk to him. The princess went to the clouds and rain together. Would the princess be willing to communicate with the Buddha child without any name? When I saw a beauty like the princess, I loved it, but the Buddha child could not be moved. Can you get what you want?"
She said earnestly and earnestly: "Princess, if you love someone, you must use whatever means you can. Don't be too shy! Life is too short to have fun."
Yaoying smiled, "I understand what the princess wants. What I ask for is not what the princess thinks."
"Is the only thing the princess asks for is the Buddha's heart?" Princess Manda curled her lips. "If you have a heart, why can't you get it together with people? If you can't get people, it's boring to have a heart alone!"
Yaoying raised the corner of her mouth lightly and said lightly, "Master is a monk. It is enough to give me half of Xiang Buddha's heart."
Princess Manda was stunned for a while, her teeth sour.
"The princess doesn't have to worry about this in the future."
Yaoying said with a smile, her tone was very soft, but her body exuded a completely different graceful aura.
Princess Manda often sees this kind of aura in those dignitaries who are in charge of life and death. She can't help but feel agitated. Thinking of Yao Ying's current identity, she sits upright and says, "It's me who was abrupt."
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King Temple.
Princess Chima, dressed in fresh clothes and wearing a beaded flower crown, walked into the brightly lit front hall with a smile.
"Beijing surrendered, and the world is at peace now. I want to marry, Luo Jia." She motioned Chang Shi to take out the wedding invitation and hand it over to the soldiers, saying, "The consort is called Akre, and he is a commander of the Imperial Guard, not Kang. , Xue, An, Meng four children, can you rest assured?"
Tan Mo Luojia said indifferently: "As long as he is a person of good character, no matter what family name he is, he can be the concubine."
Princess Chima sneered, "I have already set a date for my marriage, and I have also set a wedding date. You are my younger brother. Although you are all empty and cold, and you never care about these things, I still want to tell you."
After speaking, she walked away.
When Bi Su at the door heard this, her brows were furrowed, and she was about to catch up when Tamara called him, "Whose subordinate is Akure?"
Bi Su hurriedly turned around and said, "It's from the right guard. I know him. His family has been an army officer for generations. He is loyal and honest. He married a wife at the age of fifteen. His wife died of illness a few years ago and has no children. When he raided the Holy City, he was the one who was responsible for guarding the Princess Mansion."
With a humming sound, Tamara put down the invitation, and said, "Mobido entered the festival the day before yesterday?"
Bi Suo came back to his senses and said, "On the first day he went to the military to report, he had a little conflict with several generals. Some people laughed at him for his heavy accent and quarreled a few words, but nothing major happened."
Everyone knows that the accent is just an excuse, and even if Mobido is perfect enough to not pick out a single fault, he is still struggling in the military.
Aristocrats from aristocratic families cannot be overthrown in a day or two, they are deeply rooted, like gangrene attached to the bones.
The candles flickered, and cigarettes curled up in the hall.
Tan Mo Luojia opened a memorial, which was a document requesting trade with the Wei Dynasty. When he signed and issued it to the various ministries, Li Zhongqian could return to Gaochang.
He looked at the playbook, but did not write for a long time.
"King." Prajna bowed down outside the gate of the temple, holding a stack of scriptures in his hand, "Ten days later, at the ceremony, several monks who come to visit will debate the scriptures with the monks, and the monks can't tell what they are bringing. Whether the scriptures are heretical or not, please ask Wang Ding to decide."
The wind blew into the inner hall, and the felt curtain swayed gently.
"Bring it in."
Tamara said lightly, picked up the pen and wrote the approval on the memorial, handed it to the guard, and ordered it to be passed on. After sitting for a moment, he picked up the wedding invitation next to him, glanced at it, and got up and walked out of the inner hall.
Bamir waited in front of the lane.
He asked, "Has the princess changed her medicine?"
Bamir replied: "It has been changed. Princess Manda came over just now, and she is leaving tomorrow. Princess Wenzhao drank the medicine, had a conversation with her, and saw her off."
Tamara frowned slightly and returned to the courtyard, where the lights were brilliant, but no one was there.
His place should be like this, quiet and unobstructed.
Her figure should not appear here.
"Princess Wen Zhao hasn't come back?"
Tamara asked.
"In the house next door, Yuanjue accompanied the princess. The princess said that she will rest next door tonight and won't come back, so Wang doesn't have to worry."
Tamaroga glanced at the empty room and walked towards the corridor leading to the next door.
The sky is boundless, a round of silver plates hangs high, and the four fields are silent. Occasionally, there are a few night birds chirping. The moonlight pours down like frost and snow, reflecting the outline of the grass and trees outside the promenade. The cold wind blows slightly, shaking the sky. The shadows of the trees are chaotic, and the silver light flows and floats in the night.
Tamara swept away the vines tangled in front of the arch, and a melodious sound of the lute suddenly came.
The swaying Ting Liao light reflected on his face, reflecting his handsome and handsome silhouette.
He subconsciously wanted to step back, his eyes crossed the quiet corridor and drifted towards the courtyard, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
The felt curtains in front of the courtyard are hung high, tents are set up, the moonlight is clear, and the flowers and trees are planted in the courtyard.
Figures swayed in the tent, and several maids, either holding pipa, jie drum, or holding horizontal flutes and golden bells, sat on the ground and played music.
The gauze curtain was rolled up high by the light wind, and a figure of a scorpion was looming, with the lotus arm lightly raised, slowly rotating and moving in harmony with the music, the flexible waist twisted slightly, and an inexhaustible soft charm circulated in the dark night, as if The flowers bloomed one after another, and the whole courtyard was eclipsed by the moonlight.
The music became lingering, and the dancing figure in the gauze stretched his arms, shadowy and chaotic, trembling like a flower branch. The drums stopped abruptly, the gauze curtain lifted lightly, revealing a snow-white arm, and a string of golden inlaid jade bracelets on the arm reflected the brilliance, making the skin more and more like ice and snow.
The night wind blew up the gauze.
The shadow of the moon is dim, the lights are bright, her eyes are covered with cloth strips, dancing in the dark night, swaying to the tune, the dance is graceful and charming, like a flower gently swaying in the wind, swaying, sultry, pitiful, and it seems to be about to Go back by the wind, clear and light, noble and elegant.
The scent of flowers in the air became more intense.
Tamara's eyes were deep.
At the end of the music, it was like a drizzle of drizzle, the woman behind the gauze moved gently with lotus steps, the dark clouds dispersed, and a bunch of moonflowers poured down, just hanging on her shoulders.
Her hair is in a high bun, and her hair is in garnet-red ribbons that reach her ankles. Her eyes are still covered with cloth strips. She wears a thin and soft Tianzhu shirt and skirt with gold and silver threads, folded branches, flowers, and gold lace. The golden leaves and silver bells only reach the waist, and the fat-like waist can be seen in the trembling of the silver bells. The long skirt is light and thin, and the veil is wrapped around the legs.
The shirts and skirts are adorned with dense pearls and gems of various colors. When dancing, thousands of colors change and flicker, as bright as clouds and splendid.
Graceful and graceful.
The sound of the music is getting slower and lighter, and her movements are getting lighter and softer, as if the flowers are blooming to the extreme.
She looked back and smiled, her face was dripping with sweat, and her face was dusty.
The four fields were as silent as submerged water, and the people in the tent looked up at her blankly.
Suddenly, the tune of the tune suddenly rose, becoming bright and cheerful. The drums sounded like a shower, and the silver bells rang. She smiled slightly, and spun along with the tune. , rustling, the broken shadow of the shirt and skirt became a colorful rainbow light, the dancing posture on the hands was ever-changing, and the feet were always within a square inch, which was dazzling and dazzling.
Just like the goddess dancing in the paradise on the fresco.
After this song, she was slightly panting, the Luo shirt on her shoulders was half-faded, there was a touch of snow on her shoulders, and there was a hint of fine sweat.
Princess Manda's cheerful laughter could be heard from the tent. She stepped forward with a wine bowl in hand, her face full of joy, and said a few words.
Yaoying smiled, took the wine bowl, raised her head, and her face was just in the direction where Tamara was standing.
Tamara stood in the cold shadow, her figure was still, knowing the distance was far, her eyes were covered with cloth strips, but she just happened to look over, and her whole body was still slightly tense.
Princess Manda ordered the maid to continue to play and drag Yaoying to dance together. The two danced vigorously.
Yaoying had a smile on her lips and whispered a few words to Princess Manda from time to time. If her eyes hadn't been hurt, those bright eyes would have been full of happy smiles.
The aroma is refreshing.
Tamaroka had never seen her like this.
Youthful and lively, charming and moving.
Maybe she's always been like this, just because she was worried that he was a monk, so she never showed it in front of him.
He stood in a daze for a while, clenched the Buddha beads, turned his back, stood in the shadows, and was fascinated for a long time.
The corridor is dark.
Someone knelt outside the tent to persuade Princess Manda to rest early, and she has to hurry tomorrow. Princess Manda muttered a few words, the music stopped, and the girl's charming laughter curled in the night, endlessly.
Tamaroka stepped on the stone steps, and just took a few steps, when there were chattering voices behind him, and a group of people came over.
"Princess, who will win between you and Princess Manda?"
Yaoying chuckled, "We are friends at the dance, why should we talk about winning or losing?"
"The twig dance that the princess and Princess Manda danced is so beautiful..."
The voice got closer and closer, and suddenly stopped.
"Forgot to take..."
The footsteps ran away.
Tamaroka waited for a while and stepped out of the shadows.
"Who is there?"
A soft question.
Tamara raised his eyes.
Yaoying stood in front of the porch, her temples were scattered, her face was flushed, her colorful ribbons were drooping, her shirt and skirt were as thin as clouds and mist, her delicate skin was looming, Yuehua outlined undulating lines, and her snow-white skin was oozing with fine sweat, moving towards him. Ask for directions.
Under the moonlit night, she blindfolded her eyes and her lips were gorgeously red.
Tamara closed his eyes for a moment.
"Is it fate?"
He didn't say a word for a long time, Yaoying asked again, stretched out her hand, and walked in his direction.
She was just standing under an arched dome, and there was a staircase under the column painted with green branches and leaves. She couldn't see it. She stepped on the air and fell forward.
Tamaroka stepped forward and supported her arm.
Through the thin veil, her smooth and smooth arms slid across his palm.
Yaoying didn't stand still, she jumped into his arms, grabbed his sleeve, raised her face, and smiled slyly: "Master, I knew it was you."
Tanmaraka supported her delicate body and asked, "How do you know it's me?"
"There should be someone guarding here. When you come, they will retreat..."
Yaoying was so tired that she felt a little lazy. She sniffed the sleeves of his cassock and said, "And I can smell your scent."
Suddenly, an electric current surged through his body, and Tanmaraga lowered her eyes and squeezed the Buddha beads in her sleeves.
Yaoying couldn't see anything, didn't notice his stiffness, and asked, "What time is it? Why did the Master come here?"
Tamara looked at her.
She panted slightly, hugged his arm, and the colorful ribbons wrapped around him.
Sweat soaked in the fragrance of the flowers, and the fragrance became more intense.
A messy footstep approached, and her attendant came over.
Yaoying turned back and was just about to speak when Tanmaraga raised her hand in a ghostly way, grabbed her shoulder, turned her around, and hid behind the flower vine he was standing on just now.
The branches and leaves stretched out entwined, with the night dew moisture, wrapping the two people in them.
Yaoying raised her head blankly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Tamara didn't say a word. In the small space, the two stood opposite each other. She was unsteady. He wrapped her waist and let her lean on him. It felt like holding a ball of nephrite, like spring water. Gentle, the wind blows slightly, and it will melt into his arms.
The breath was entangled, the breath blended, she raised her face to look at him, her red lips slightly parted.
Tamaroka lowered her head and got closer and closer to her.
The moonlight sifted through the slits of the vines and reflected on him.
Yaoying felt a little hot on his body and looked at him blankly.
The next moment, his hot fingers pressed against the back of her neck, pressing her gently into his arms, his lips fell on the top of her hair, just like the time in the canyon, he just rubbed her gently and restrainedly. One-touch hair, one-touch release.
Yao Ying's body gradually became warmer, leaning against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, she shivered slightly.
"Princess! Princess?"
Yuanjue's voice echoed in the corridor.
Tamara let go of Yaoying, and the tightly clenched Buddha beads left a mark on the palm of his hand.
That night, Yaoying went back to the courtyard to sleep.
Tamara is meditating in a quiet room.
She fought with Princess Manda in the middle of the night, and was really tired. After washing, she felt even more tired. She tossed and turned for a while and fell asleep.
Listening to her breathing becoming long and even, Tamara opened her eyes, got up, walked around the felt curtain screen, walked to the long couch, and sat down.
She actually fell asleep like this, not at all worried about what he would do if he was separated by a room.
Don't care about anything, naturally don't be afraid.
Tan Mo Luo Jia stared at Yao Ying for a long time, there were faint waves in her blue eyes, she raised her hand, and gently brushed her lips with her fingertips.
Her lips were softer than Daigo's.
In the scriptures, the three witches who seduced the Buddha were bewitched and beautiful, and they transformed into thousands of charming beauties to charm the Buddha.
She didn't do anything, and he was lustful.
In the past, his desire was just to keep her by his side, hoping that she could accompany him for a long time, with only him in his eyes.
Now, his lust is mixed with a physical longing for her. He has practiced Buddhism since childhood, and his mind is weak. He has never felt this kind of uncontrollable desire in his body. It burns like a raging fire. Only she can extinguish this fiery flame.
Tamara Ka did not sleep all night.
The next day, before she woke up, he went to Wang Temple first.
Prajna came over to pick up the sutras from yesterday and asked, "Wang, will you attend the debate conference?"
Tamaroka closed the scriptures and shook his head.
"The dharma ceremony is presided over by other monks."
The way he cultivates is destined to be different from others.
Hannya withdrew in disappointment.