Yaoying's whole body is about to burn.
Tamara's reaction was much stronger than she had imagined.
The sound of his repressed, heavy and disordered breathing was beside his ears, and his nose was filled with the faint smell of his body. trembling.
The body temperature rose, the tent suddenly became sultry, and the flickering candles covered the two people who were hugging each other tightly, a misty dim yellow.
It's hot.
Everything about Tamara was hot.
The breath that sprinkled between Yaoying's ears and neck was lingering and hot.
The powerful & solid burning heat that held her tightly.
The air around her also seemed to be on fire, hot and thin, making her breathless.
Yaoying relied on herself as a layman, although she had never experienced it, at least she had heard a lot about it, and Tamara is a monk of pure cultivation, so she didn't know much about these things. She originally wanted to make fun of him, but gradually she couldn't smile. Now, more than half of the muscles and bones have softened, fine sweat oozes from his face, and his hands are shaking.
When she subconsciously retracted, Tammaraka unconsciously let out an unbearable low-pitched groan, and immediately leaned towards her, rubbing her sweaty forehead against the side of her neck, and her fiery breath brushed against her earlobe, her breath and her fusion.
"Mingyue slave..."
A murmur full of pain, urgency, and patience overflowed from his lips that were always chanting scriptures devoutly. The blue veins on his neck were stretched, his breath was domineering and fierce, his blood was running wild, and he leaned on her like a runaway horse. Trembling, arms tightened.
Yaoying opened her eyes and glanced at him quietly.
Tamara held her in his arms, his eyes that were usually neither sad nor happy, without a trace of turbulence were stained with lust, his eyes were red, his eyes were confused, restrained, struggling, his face was wet, soaked with sweat, and the outline of his facial features became more and more distinct. Neat, the man's breath blends with the cool and submerged water fragrance, tugging people's heartstrings.
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Seeing him like this, a numbness surged up from the deepest part of her heart, Yaoying couldn't help shuddering, her face flushed, she couldn't bring up the idea of teasing him anymore, she closed her eyes.
Tan Moraga's body trembled, and his eyes stared at her who was close at hand without blinking.
She leaned on his bare shoulders, didn't dare to look up, her hair was loose, her long black hair was scattered in his arms, her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed, as bright as peach blossoms, with a few strands of sweat. Her hair was sticking to her cheeks, her fresh lips were pressed tightly, not daring to make a sound.
In the Sansheng Pond, a lotus flower first bloomed, swaying gently, in an unbearable state of invincibility.
The flowers are bright and plentiful.
He stared at the delicate petals, his evil thoughts overflowed, and he kept sinking.
People grow from love and desire, and fear from fear; if they are separated from love, why worry and fear
He can't leave.
Since you can't leave, then admit your desire, want to be one with her, and ask her for the purest bliss in the world.
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Yao Ying's mind was a mess, and she had long forgotten what she saw in Princess Manda's booklet, and while her consciousness was dizzy, a low and hoarse humming sound came from her ear.
She didn't move, she was stunned.
Tamaroka shuddered a few times, wrapped her arms around her, buried her head in her long, luscious hair, and her breath was hot and humid.
After a long time, his breathing calmed down, he let go of his arms slightly, panting slightly and kissing her neck and temples tightly, his brows furrowed.
Yaoying's heart thumped, and with a snap, she lay down with her back to him, pulled the quilt over her body, and covered her face completely, without even showing her eyes, curled up into a ball, her eyes tightly closed on.
It's one thing to see it in books, it's another to experience it yourself.
She was hot all over, feeling like a lamb on the grill, about to smoke.
Tanmaraga recovered from her passion, looked at the empty embrace, and was stunned.
Yaoying froze in a ball, not daring to move, even breathing softly, the candles in the room swayed, and there was no sound.
After a while, a pair of big hands reached into the quilt, grabbed her shoulders, and turned her over to face him.
Yaoying's eyes wandered around, as if she was pinned in a fleece blanket, but she refused to look up.
"sorry."
A hoarse whisper came over his head.
Yaoying was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes.
Tanmaraka sat in front of her, her face was still lustful, her eyes were reddish, her naked body was covered in sweat, and the candlelight glowed with honey-colored oil, her eyes were dark, and her expression was guilt.
She didn't want to touch him just now, he couldn't restrain himself and forced her to continue.
Yaoying stared at Tan Moraga blankly, the corners of her lips raised little by little, she sat up in a quilt, and whispered, "I'm not angry."
She just couldn't react for a while.
Tamara was silent, her reddish eyes fixed on her slender hands.
Yaoying subconsciously hid her hands under the quilt, stood up straight, and put a soft kiss on Tan Moraga's face.
"I'm really not angry..." She blushed slightly, her bright eyes flashed with a smile, and her voice was soft, "You are my lover, and I like to be close to you."
A stream of heat rolled over Tamaroka's body, and she closed her eyes for a moment. She put her hand into the quilt, grabbed Yaoying's hidden hand, took a clean handkerchief, moved the copper basin over, and wiped her fingers.
Yaoying's face was hot, and she couldn't even think of teasing him at this moment.
After washing her hands, she was about to lie down to sleep when her palms suddenly became hot.
Yao Ying's heart palpitated for a while.
Tamara held her hand, brought it to her lips, kissed her palm, fingertips, fingertips, and kissed her finger by finger, her eyelashes trembling, and her expression was pious.
He kissed her hand all over and his eyes fell on her wrist.
Her wrist was empty.
Tamara frowned slightly, rolled up Yaoying's sleeves, put her fingers into her skin, touched the string of beads he had given her, and had been hidden under her clothes, took it off, and put it back on her again. On his wrist, it was slowly coiled round by round, as if carrying out a very serious ceremony.
Yaoying looked at him and said nothing.
The moon-like Buddha beads were caged on her wrist, and the beads were moist, making her wrists like ice and snow.
Tamara helped her put on the beads, kissed her fingers, and raised her eyes: "I will wear it like this in the future, don't cover it up again."
There was a bang in Yaoying's head, her tenderness was so full that it overflowed, she hooked Tamaroka's neck and pressed down, kissing him on the forehead.
Tanmaraka's breath was slightly heavy, and he suddenly let go of her, helped her lie down, and covered her with Najin's blanket.
Yao Ying was startled, her eyes swept across his waist, her eyes widened in surprise.
He seemed to be responding again.
She reaches out.
Tamara suffocated her breath, and quickly held her hand that was about to move. Her face was calm and calm, but her breath was a little chaotic: "It's getting late, go to bed early."
He said, put on his underwear, lay down on Yaoying's side and closed his eyes.
Yaoying's eyes rolled around, she turned over, and just as she stretched out the quilt, Tan Moraga's hand reached out and grabbed her hand.
"I'm better..." He didn't dare to look at her smiling eyes, his eyes were closed, he read the scriptures silently, sighed, his voice was dark and deep, "Honey, go to sleep."
He almost lost control just now, and again, he will ask her here tonight, she can't stand it.
Yaoying could hear the exhaustion in his voice, so she stopped teasing him, put her hand on his arm, and closed her eyes to sleep.
Listening to her long and even breathing, Tamara opened her eyes, held her hand on his body, looked at it for a while, then rolled her throat and gently put it back into the quilt.
The candles had already been extinguished, and the light in the tent was dim.
He looked at her peaceful sleeping face in the dark, calmed down, reached out and caressed her side face, his fingers brushed her delicate eyebrows, rosy cheeks, stayed on her soft lips for a while, and couldn't help kissing her. a bit.
Yaoying felt something stuck in her dream and reached out to pat it.
with a snap.
Tamaroka touched her arm, woke up, stepped back, looked at her, the corners of her lips raised slightly.
His temper is greatest when he is asleep.
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The light reflected on the felt curtain is getting brighter and brighter.
When Yaoying woke up, there was nothing around her, and Tamara had already got up and went out. I don't know when he slept last night. When she woke up in a daze, he was not around.
The maid entered the tent, brought hot water and new clothes, and served her to wash. The brazier was burned in the tent, which was very warm.
Yao Ying was sore all over. When she was tightly imprisoned by Tan Moraga last night, although he was very restrained, her arms, shoulders, and waist were still red in several places. After bathing, she changed her clothes. Refreshing.
The maid brought a large food table, on which the gilt plates, bowls and dishes were piled on top of each other, and the piles were full, lamb, beef, venison, ghee, wheat pilaf, porridge, meat and vegetable naan, a plate Pomegranates, a plate of pistachios, a plate of smoked grapes, a plate of thorn honey, and a plate of dish cakes and sweets, are dazzling.
Yaoying was taken aback. Tamara Jia usually eats just a plate of mutton and a plate of plain naan. Why did you prepare so much for breakfast today? That's all, pomegranate and thorn honey are rare in this season.
"I can't finish these, so let's go and spread them out for others to eat."
"This is what the king ordered the day before yesterday."
The maid said, saluting Yaoying and backing out.
Yaoying was at a loss. She only ate naan cakes and porridge. The rest did not move. She left the camp and walked to the camp where the Western Army was stationed.
Along the way, Wang Tingren saw her. Whether it was servants, civilians, soldiers or officials, they all stopped what they were doing, put their left fist on their chest, and saluted her respectfully.
Yaoying was even more puzzled. After she was busy with her own affairs, she called Yuanjue.
Before Yuanjue approached, she bowed and saluted, and said with a smile, "I'll meet the queen, little one."
Yao Ying was stunned, the surprise was no small matter.
"What queen?"
Yuanjue raised her head, her expression even more dazed than her: "The queen is you, the princess."
Yaoying smiled and said, "I haven't announced it to the world, and I haven't exchanged credentials. Don't call me that. Just call me the princess, just like before."
Yuanjue scratched his scalp, "Queen, Wang took you to the ceremony yesterday, that is, to announce the proclamation of the empress. The day before the king ordered that from today onwards, people will be arranged to bring you breakfast every day, and everyone in Wang Ting will know..."
To accompany him at the ceremony yesterday was to tell the world? He also arranged meal delivery before the ceremony
Yaoying frowned lightly and asked, "What's the point of breakfast this morning?"
Yuanjue's face turned slightly red, and said, "According to the custom of the royal court... That's the meal prepared for the bride... Starting from yesterday's ceremony, every day's meal for the next three months will be like this..."
Yaoying's mouth twitched.
No wonder this morning's breakfast was so rich that there were too many long cases.
"Queen, the customs of the royal court and the Central Plains are different. In the royal court, whoever wants to marry the little lady, as long as the little lady is willing, the prince will lead someone to snatch the little lady home, and it will be considered a marriage. Months to bring out the best for the bride, and a few months from now…”
Yuanjue suddenly stopped, coughed twice, and then said, "The bridegroom and the bride go back to their mother's house to visit, even if it is a ceremony. At the ceremony, the princess and the king accepted the pilgrimage of hundreds of officials together. In the eyes of our royal family, you are already our queen. already."
Yaoying remembered, Wang Ting was in fashion to grab the marriage.
There is a system of grabbing marriages between tribes. The groom wants to ask for a daughter from a family, and he will meet in private, grab that daughter home and live together. After a period of time, he will bring the bride to her house to worship. Acquiescence marriage before the wedding.
She could not laugh or cry.
After yesterday's ceremony, in the eyes of Wang Tingren, she was the bride who was "robbed" by Tamara
Yaoying returned to the big tent, Tan Mo Luojia had already returned, and was sitting in the tent approving the national book, dressed in brocade clothes, sitting upright, from the back, she seemed to be a monk studying scriptures.
She tiptoed behind him, leaned over, avoided the wound, and put a pair of lotus arms on his shoulders, "Luo Jia, Yuanjue said that Wang Tingren has regarded me as a queen."
Tamaroka wrote with a calm face: "The princess is my queen."
Yaoying smiled, "Didn't you say you haven't married yet..."
This is what he said last night.
Tamara put down her pen, turned her head sideways, and looked into Yaoying's eyes.
"Last night... For me, the princess is already my wife. When the credentials are delivered, the royal court will officially hold the ceremony."
He said softly and looked solemn.
Yaoying was stunned at first, and wanted to laugh a little. Seeing that he was so serious, she didn't dare to laugh out loud, she just smiled and hugged him. For him, for helping him like that last night, he has to be responsible, she is his wife
She placed two kisses on his cheek and on the top of his head, stood up straight, and was about to lift her feet to walk away, her wrists tightened, and he was pulled into his arms, her forehead was slightly warm, his lips slid down a little, and Her lips were intertwined.
Footsteps sounded outside the tent, and Bi Suo reported outside.
Tamara let go of Yaoying and watched her back disappear outside the felt curtain, her eyes still looking at the direction she left.
Bi Suo entered the tent, coughed, and said, "Your Majesty, everything has been settled properly. Little Prince Jinbo is in charge of gathering those Beirong prisoners, and the various ministries began to withdraw to the tribe one after another. Mobido returned to the army headquarters, and the garrisoned troops began to be stationed in various places. Back to the station…”
He reported several things and took out a parchment.
Tamara took over the parchment, and after reading the letter, his face was as usual, and he said, "If there is any accident, do as I ordered."
Bi Su took a long sigh, clasped his fists as expected, hesitated and struggled.
Tamara Ka lowered his head and continued to review the documents.
Bi Suo thought for a while, but still did not speak, and exited the big tent.
The original soldier from the Princess Mansion greeted him and asked in a low voice, "General, what did the king say?"
Bi Suo shook his head: "I didn't tell Wang, there is no need to mention this kind of trivial matter to him."
"But what about the princess' title?"
Bi Su looked into the distance.
Princess Chima died, in the chaos of the army.
He had known for a long time that this would be the result, but it was his own sister, or he sent someone to inquire about her whereabouts and found her body.
"People die like lights go out, no matter how many evil things Chima has done, she is always the princess of the royal court and should give her a respectable, but she colluded with the noble family, causing chaos in the court, before the Beirong army besieged the city, she Abandoning the city with the guards and fleeing... Such a princess, how can I persuade Lorgar to give her the honorary title?"
Luo Jia Kuanren, as long as he begged hard, maybe Luo Jia will agree to keep the title of Chima, but can the people accept it? Prajna, Ari and other dead soldiers were honored with loyalty and righteousness, and they were enshrined in Buddhist temples and praised by the people. Chima and other aristocratic families who escaped from the city with private soldiers cast evil consequences. In this way, rewards and punishments are clearly defined to calm people's hearts. He shouldn't have embarrassed Lorgar for his own sake.
Bi Su sighed and said.
The soldier's head bowed.
Bi Suo lifted her foot and walked away, saying lightly, "She always says she is the daughter of the Tanmo family, so bury her beside her mother."
Soldiers should be.
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At the same time, in the tent of the West Army, Qing Qi brought a letter from the Central Plains, thousands of miles away.
"A letter to Mingyue slave? Who sent it?"
Li Zhongqian took the letter, glanced at the writing on the envelope, and frowned slightly.
The author has something to say: People grow from lust to worry, and from worry to fear; if they are separated from love, why worry or fear
—Quoted from Chapter 42.
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Everyone has misunderstood the comments. Sending breakfast is not a signal of the bridal chamber. It starts from the second day of the ceremony and continues for three months. Announcing the bridal chamber ah ah ah, monks will not be so hasty and deliberately hint at the bridal chamber...
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