Snow stopped.
The Buddhist temples built on the hills stand majestically in a pure and white snow, with towering towers and glazed spires reflecting the golden sun after the snow.
The people outside the temple gate did not disperse. They knelt in the snow and prayed devoutly day and night.
Bi Su stood outside the gate of the temple, raised his head, and his eyes were full of splendor.
Prayer flags of various types, painted with pictures and texts, hang all over the corridor and courtyard. The cold wind beats the flags violently. Inside and outside the Wang Temple, there is a rustling sound one after another.
These are prayer flags praying for Yaoying.
She was suddenly lethargic and her pulse was weak.
Doctors have never encountered such a strange disease, and the Tianzhu doctor is even more puzzled. He has cured Yaoying's old disease. She insists on taking medicine. During this period of time, she has not suffered serious internal injuries. It's so good, how come you've been in a coma all the time? They couldn't find the reason for the drowsiness, so naturally there was no way to prescribe medicine. They could only boil some qi-boosting decoction and feed her to drink it.
After the snow was clear, Wang Ting ushered in the long-awaited warm weather, the river was unblocked, the glacier melted water rolling down, the spring day was approaching, the new shoots were green, and the river banks were full of vitality, but she was cold and lifeless.
Li Zhongqian said that Yaoying was like this a few years ago. At that time, the doctor advised him to prepare for the funeral, and his heart was ashes. Unexpectedly, Yaoying suddenly woke up miraculously a few days later, and then returned to normal, eating two bowls of hot duck oil soup in one go cake. The guards remembered that Yaoying also fainted when the assassin was assassinated.
Yuanjue said with anticipation: "Maybe Princess Wenzhao is too happy, it's only when she's emotional, it'll be fine in two days."
Now three days have passed, and Yaoying still hasn't woken up.
Bi Su turned around and walked into the inner hall.
The personal soldiers stood guard outside the felt curtains, their eyes were red, and their heads were downcast.
He went inside.
There was a roar from under the low felt curtain. Li Zhongqian's face was gloomy. He pointed at a few Han Chinese doctors from all over the world and urged them to boil the medicine. The doctors carefully answered yes.
Bi Suo did not disturb Li Zhongqian, bypassed the screen and opened the bead curtain.
A scorching warmth came upon his face, and the charcoal fire crackled.
Yaoying's body was cold, but Tanmaraga gave life to a brazier, and the room was as warm as spring, so that the dead branches in the copper vase had green shoots poking out, and her body was still cold.
The felt carpet was covered with prayer flags, all over the floor.
A figure turned his back to Bi Su, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, holding a bead in one hand and a pen in the other, writing the vows on the prayer flags one by one.
May the Buddha be merciful, protect his thoughts, and bless his mighty gods.
All Bodhisattvas, Mahasattvas, and Prajnaparamitas.
Infinite life, infinite blessings.
Fushou Yongkangning.
He wrote the scriptures over and over again, in Sanskrit, Chinese, and Turkic. His robes were covered in ink, his fingers twisted and spasmed, and the blood did not stop.
Bi Su stared blankly at Tamara.
He had never seen Roja like this.
Loga still looks calm, but this calm is different from the past. The hot lava flames have accumulated in the ice cubes, which may erupt at any time and burn everything clean.
He was copying scriptures sleeplessly, losing his senses and thinking crazy, almost insane.
Bi Su's nose was slightly sour.
After experiencing life and death, ups and downs, and finally saw a glimmer of light, Yaoying, who had been with him all the time, fell down in front of his eyes, how could Luo Jia not be crazy
After writing a vow, Yuanjue, whose eyes were as swollen as mountains, stepped forward and sent out the prayer flags and hung them up.
The prayer flags fluttering in the wind in front of the temple are all handwritten by Tamara.
From the holy city to the nearby towns and tribes, all the people put up prayer flags together. If someone can overlook the royal court from above, the prayer flags of the large and small tribal city-states will float, and people of different beliefs will pray to their The gods made a vow that Princess Wen Zhao would return to their king.
"Wang..." Bi Suo's chest was congested, "You haven't closed your eyes for days and nights, just take a break."
Tamara raised his head, his blue eyes were empty, not only did he have no fireworks, but he also lost his anger.
He looked at Yao Ying, who was sleeping peacefully but without a breath on the bed, blood dripping from the fingers of his right hand.
Why isn't she awake yet
Tamara raised her hand, grabbed her cold hand under the quilt, and held it tightly, trying to warm her up with her body temperature.
She didn't move, the corners of her mouth were slightly tilted, as if she was smiling.
Tamaroga stared at her, blood dripping from her fingers into her palm. Afraid of getting her dirty, he picked up the handkerchief and wiped it gently for her, bowed his head and kissed her cold palm.
"Have you heard that she prayed in front of the Buddha and exchanged one life for another?"
His voice was low, as if it came from the ground.
Bi Suo's heart jumped, "Wang, those are just rumors."
According to folklore, Princess Wenzhao prayed for Tanmaraka in front of the Buddhist temple, willing to exchange one life for his life. The Buddha was moved by her infatuation, so Tanmaraka miraculously comprehended the exercises, and she immediately disappeared. die.
Tan Moraga knelt in front of the couch, her blue eyes like the snow-capped peaks surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, a desolation.
On the verge of death, he saw all kinds of terrifying sights of Avici Hell, all kinds of wonderful majesty of Elysium, and he saw another self, that Tammaraka who was struggling in the domestic and foreign difficulties, struggling to support, and finally alone. Ended up life.
That Lorgar did not meet her.
In the dream, he was going to die, and there was no place for him in the world.
A calling voice suddenly came, pulling his footsteps and recalling his sanity.
He remembered that in this life, he was not the Luo Jia who was sitting in the king's temple. He met a woman who came to the king's court from thousands of miles away. She stood under the sand dunes, described as embarrassed, trembled slightly, and stopped him.
"Roja."
I am here for you.
Tamara's memory recovered, he was not alone, she was waiting for him.
He woke up from the illusion of death, survived the torture of the exercises, and survived.
She left.
As suddenly as she came.
Like the breeze, like the flowing clouds, it doesn't matter how many shocking waves are set off in his heart.
He begged the Buddha, copied the scriptures, invited all the healers...
She still wouldn't wake up.
Tamara held Yaoying's hand and let her palm rest on his head.
In the past, she liked to look at his head, as if she couldn't see it enough, but then she became more daring and sneaked a little from time to time. When hugging him for a kiss, her face flushed red, her temples were scattered, her slender waist twisted in his palm, her fingers Climbing up on his head quietly, rubbing gently, and sometimes kissing him with a few wet kisses. Sometimes he couldn't help wondering if she would be disappointed after growing her hair.
He's stubborn, doesn't she like to touch it? Why don't you wake up
Li Zhongqian said that she used to be like this before, but she never slept for so long.
So long that you may never wake up again.
He lowered his head, buried his face in Yaoying's long loose hair, and closed his eyes.
An unprecedented fear gripped his heart hard.
He was afraid.
Tan Moraga hugged Yaoying's cold body tightly and fell asleep.
He no longer copies scriptures, no longer recites scriptures, he guards her, scrubs her, combs her hair, today, tomorrow, day after day, year after year.
Time flies, flick your fingers.
It seemed like a blink of an eye, and it seemed like a long time had passed.
In her arms, she suddenly murmured slightly, her eyelashes trembling.
She has come back.
Joy filled Thamaroka's brows.
The next moment, he saw himself waiting in front of the couch, dying of old age, with wrinkles on his face.
He waited for her all his life.
The wind blew into the inner hall from the crevice, a wisp of blue smoke rose from the candlestick, the candle was extinguished, and the cold moonlight poured into the felt curtain.
Tan Moraga woke up from her dream and looked at Yaoying with her eyes closed.
Li Zhongqian told the soldiers that this happened several times... When she woke up, she was relieved... She asked him and Li Zhongqian to take good care of herself, but there was no surprise in her eyes, only worry and reluctance... The last time she woke up, she was as if nothing had happened She smiled and said it was just a small problem... She stopped Li Zhongqian from killing Li Xuanzhen...
His blue eyes were slightly opened, and the undercurrents in the bottom of his eyes were surging silently, and he looked at her without blinking.
No matter where she came from, no matter who brought her to him, no matter how many secrets she had.
Since you're here, don't even think about leaving.
If she dares to leave, he will find her back.
God blocks kill gods, devil blocks kill devils.
…
Yaoying slept for a long time.
This sleep was very deep, very heavy, and the pillow was dark and sweet, down-to-earth, like sleeping soundly under the care of her mother and brother when she was young. At that time, she was carefree, as long as she obediently took medicine and eat every day.
Later, she realized her situation and began to fight against Luck again and again.
A brother is alive, the monk is alive, the Western Regions are restored, the troubled times are over, she is relieved, and her body is lightly wandering among the soft clouds.
Pain, hardship, grief, joy, everything was gone from her.
She was a little tired and wanted to continue sleeping like this, but a faint voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she had to wake up.
She can't accept her fate, not once, but again, no matter how many times, she will never give up hope.
She wants to live.
A golden light broke through the clouds, and she seemed to be pulled back by an invisible force. Her tired body was full of strength again, and the warmth flowed through her limbs, followed by aches and stiffness.
Countless voices poured into my ears.
Anxious, urgent, fearful, twittering.
Yaoying slowly opened her eyes and met a pair of blood-red eyes.
He knelt beside the bed, his face was thin and haggard, and his blue eyes stared at her without blinking. There was a vast sea of smoke in his eyes, undercurrents surging silently, and a cold light rose little by little.
Yaoying raised her hand, "Monk..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was hoarse and her throat was burning.
Tamara stood up straight, stared at her, her breath was cold, she approached slowly, took her whole body into her arms, tightened her arms little by little, and put it lightly, for fear of hurting her. But it became more and more cold and fierce, as if he would never let go.
"The princess is awake!"
The stunned crowd reacted. Bi Suo and Munda Deva let out a long sigh of relief. Yuanjue screamed and turned around the room. Finally, they knelt down toward the east and kowtowed to thank the gods and Buddhas.
The sound spread to the outside, and there were cheers one after another.
Li Zhongqian rushed in and rushed to the edge of the couch. His beard was messy, his eyes were dark blue, and his face was a bit grim. After staring at Yaoying for a long time, the anger on his face gradually dissipated.
"are you hungry?"
he asked, his voice soft.
The janitor stood behind him and wiped his eyes.
Yaoying came back to her senses, and she really felt hungry.
Tamara let go of her, and first asked the doctor to come forward to check her pulse. The doctor nodded, and his eyes indicated Yuanjue.
During the whole process, he didn't say a word.
Yuanjue flew out, and came in with a big sea bowl in a short while, a bowl of steaming soup cakes, the roots were snow-white, the soup was crystal clear, the soft duck oil fainted with golden oil flowers, fragrant and fragrant. Tangy.
Yaoying didn't expect to see the long-lost duck oil hot soup cake when she woke up. After rinsing her mouth, she took the chopsticks and ate it.
Tamara and Li Zhongqian kept silent and watched her eat the soup cakes.
After Yaoying finished eating, she put down the dishes and smiled: "I'm fine, you are all tired these days, go and rest."
Everyone's hearts were put back into their stomachs, and the doctor asked for her pulse again. Li Zhongqian told her a few words and went out with his personal soldiers.
The room quieted down, the bead curtains swayed lightly, and only Tamara and Yaoying were left alone.
Yaoying knew that he must be frightened, and her eyebrows curved slightly: "Luo Jia, I..."
She and Bi Suo knew that they might have an accident, and told him to take good care of Luo Jia. They just asked Bi Suo and Yuanjue, but Luo Jia couldn't listen to a word of advice these days.
Before he could finish a sentence, Tan Moraka suddenly leaned over and pressed down on her, like a hunting beast, with arms outstretched, he picked up her whole body, put his palms on the back of her neck, and firmly embedded her in the In their arms, they were tightly attached to each other, and they were inseparable.
Only in this way can he be sure that she is really back, all this is not his dream.
Li Zhongqian said that she woke up and ate soup cakes that time, so he would have people prepare soup cakes every day, and waited for her to eat them when she woke up, lest she didn't want to come back if she didn't do anything right.
His Buddha took pity on him.
The man who hugged him tightly had tense muscles, trembling all over, and the kiss on his temples was hot, dense and full of fear.
Yaoying was slightly stunned, and patted Tan Moraga's back.
"I'm fine... Lorgar, as I said, I'll just sleep."
She raised her hand to touch his face, her fingertips touched a bit of wetness, and she froze.
Yaoying pushes Tamaroka away.
He stared straight at her, his eyebrows were picturesque, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and there were tears brewing in his deep eyes.
Tamara was actually crying.
She had never seen him cry.
What does the Buddha look like when he weeps
He was not a secular person at first, and for her, he had tasted all of his emotions, emotions, anger, sadness, and fear.
There was a loud bang in Yaoying's head, and it shattered into pieces. She raised her hand to hold Tamaroka's face, and kissed him tenderly and lovingly.
Tan Moraga closed her eyes, held back her tears, hugged her tightly, and imprisoned her like iron pincers with her arms: "Don't scare me again in the future."
He couldn't stand it.
He hugged so tightly that Yaoying could hardly breathe, she nodded in his arms, her voice muffled: "No way."
Tamara was still trembling, "Mingyue slave, is your fainting this time related to me?"
His tone was flat, as if he was asking a question.
Yaoying raised her eyes to meet his gaze.
Tamaroka's eyes were filled with water, and his eyes were heavy, like a lofty mountain pressing down on his head.
Yaoying opened her mouth.
Tamaroka lowered her head and kissed her lips, a forceful aura emanating, deep, sucking, clinging to her, the scorching breath blending with her.
Yaoying tasted the salty taste.
After a long time, he gasped and let go of her.
The candlelight illuminated him, his eyes were deep and dark, and the facial features outlined by the ink pen were half-bright and half-dark, just like the Vajra Yaksha, half Buddha, half demon, with flashing tears, cold and majestic.
Yaoying looked at him blankly.
"You know Haidu Aling very well, you also know Wakhan Khan, and you know me when you haven't met me. You are taboo against Li Xuanzhen."
He said word by word, his lips lingering on her temples.
Yaoying was silent.
Tamara held her chin and breathed on her face.
"You know a lot of things that others don't know. You know who can be used and who are not worthy of great use. The Taoist priests and craftsmen who develop weapons in the Western Army are under your command. Although the pill recipe is not worthy of you, you have found the treasures of gold, stone and grass. of."
"I once thought that you were sent to me by the Buddha, and I would not explore your secrets or ask your troubles..."
He looked into her bright eyes, as if to look into her heart, his voice was harsh, hoarse, and his words were heavy.
"Li Yaoying, don't leave me again, otherwise, I will find you in the sky."
With a light snap, the candle went out, and the night wind blew the beaded curtain, filling the inner room with the sound of wind.
In the darkness, there seemed to be a faint blue flame burning in the eyes of Tan Moraga, cold and restrained, and frantically hot.
Yaoying's heart was beating wildly, her eyes turned red little by little, she raised her hand and hooked his back, rolled over forcefully, pressed him down, hugged him tightly, and rubbed the tears that were about to burst into his chest. On his clothes, he looked up and kissed him casually.
Tamara turned sideways and put her arms around her, feeling her soft and warm lips fall on the top of her head, gently, slowly letting out a sigh of relief.
It was only now that he really felt relieved.
…
Yaoying recovered, the royal court rejoiced, and the whole world celebrated.
The prayer flags of every household did not withdraw, they continued to pray for Tanmaraga and Yaoying, looking forward to the early arrival of the wedding.
Congratulatory gifts from various ministries were sent to the holy city one after another. Princess Manda also specially sent messengers to send generous gifts. In order to congratulate Yaoying for getting what she wanted, in addition to the national gifts, she also sent a box of beautifully written and painted treasure books.
Li Zhongqian sent the queen's crown to Yaoying's tent. She saw the strings of gem beads that were hanging down to the instep. Her scalp was tense. If the crown was put on her head, her neck would be bent.
"The two strings of beads on the crown are too heavy."
She told Tamara.
"Then reduce it."
He was serious.
"What is appropriate to replace? Is there any taboo in the royal court?"
"No taboo," he said. "It's all up to you."
No matter what Yaoying asks, Yuanjue happily goes to work, as long as the princess doesn't dislike the groom, any request is nothing!
The palace was renovated, and according to the instructions of Tanmaraga, Han craftsmen were specially invited to repair a courtyard in the style of the Central Plains in the inner hall. The ritual officials were busy preparing for the wedding.
Li Zhongqian saw that the practice of Tan Mo Luojia became more and more refined after the exercise, and Yao Ying's body was getting better day by day. She packed her bags and returned to Gaochang with her subordinates.
Yaoying is also ready to go back, asking him to wait a few more days.
Li Zhongqian said: "I have nothing to do, why don't I go back to do some things first, I'm your elder brother, and I will leave the wedding to someone else. I'm not at ease. You're still a little feverish, so don't rush back. I'll write to you when I arrange it. "
Saying that, he rubbed the top of her hair.
Yaoying thought about it too, and sent him away: "Brother, remember to write to me every few days."
"Got it, housekeeper."
Li Zhongqian said with a smile.
The sun was shining brightly, the sky was cloudless, and the sky was clear blue. He was dressed in light armor and had a white robe on his shoulders. He rode down the hillside on horseback. Looking back, he waved at Yaoying.
As soon as he left the holy city, Li Zhongqian immediately left the Western Army and ordered them to send letters to Yaoying every day, making her think that he was still on the road, so he only brought his own soldiers and rushed back to Gaochang.
"What about Chang'an's edict?"
Yang Qian had already rushed back to Gaochang, waiting for him outside the city, holding out the edict,
Li Zhongqian sneered after reading the edict.
As he expected, Li De did not dare to refuse Tan Mo Luo Jia's request for marriage, but he hinted that Yao Ying had to give up everything in order to get married.
Li De dreams.
Yaoying can get married if she wants to, she doesn't need his permission at all, she just tells him to ask for marriage.
Li Zhongqian threw the edict on the ground, "Shiro is going to be the concubine? I haven't congratulated Shiro yet."
Yang Qian frowned immediately, and said sternly: "General, don't worry, I am a reckless husband, with a sloppy temperament, I dare not climb the golden branches and jade leaves, and I will not be the master."
Li Zhongqian twitched the corner of his mouth: "Two peaches kill three scholars, you have no intention of being the master, what about the children of the other families? What about your subordinate brothers? In the past, the family in Hexi was the most important, but in these years of wars, they gradually became less concerned about their background. Now that the world is peaceful, Li De wants to To recruit you as consorts, there are always nobles who are excited."
Yang Qian frowned, realizing that Li Zhongqian was telling the truth.
Not long ago, the emperor decreed to send a princess to marry Gaochang. The emperor began to divide the Hexi aristocratic family, and put people on their side. Marriage is only the most simple and effective means. Next, the emperor will definitely continue to sow discord.
"I'll go back to Chang'an." Li Zhongqian didn't enter the city, "Don't tell Mingyue slave."
Before Yang Qian's answer came, he suddenly lifted the reins and walked away.
Back then, when he went out to look for Yaoying, he had sworn that whether she was alive or dead, he would find her, take her home, and then break up with Li Delai.
Now that he has found her, she is doing well, with a lover, friends, choruses, and people who love her.
Yaoying is the younger sister, but she has been protecting his elder brother.
This time, let him protect her.
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"As it is today, so it is tomorrow, day after day, year after year." Quoted from the ancient poem "One Hundred and Thirty-Six Poems" (Part 1)