A year ago in Chang'an, Yaoying sought medical treatment for her mother and met Munda Deva in the Dacien Temple.
At that time, she was precious as a princess. Thousands of apricot blossoms were blooming in the Ci'en Temple.
A year later in the Western Regions, Yaoying reunited with Munda Deva in the Holy City Palace in order to seek refuge.
At this moment, she is living outside the territory, struggling to move 8,800 miles away from her homeland, and she doesn't know when she will be able to return to her hometown to reunite with Li Zhongqian.
Ten months of time, like a lifetime.
All the anxiety and suffering slowly faded away like a tide, Yaoying smiled, and the sadness suddenly rushed out at the moment when she recognized Munda Deva, standing under the steps, as noble as the Li Jiaqi that Munda Deva met for the first time Princess.
"It is gratifying to congratulate the Master once his wish has been fulfilled."
She had bright eyes and smiled.
Mundativa's light brown eyes stared at Yaoying for a long time, with a look of sigh on her face.
In times of turmoil, he traveled all over the Western Regions of the Central Plains and saw too many nobles in distress. He thought that this delicate princess who had suffered so much would burst into tears and rushed to his feet for help.
But she didn't.
She stood there, smiling and eyes as clear as stars, sincerely congratulating him on the fulfillment of his wish.
For her, the past sufferings seemed to be just a grind, and there was the toughest soul under this delicate and beautiful appearance.
Munda Deva said slowly: "All births and fates are all related to fate. Fate gathers and disperses like clouds and smoke. Life is separated from death, and the way of heaven is natural. The princess and the poor monk met in Chang'an and met again in this royal court. Perhaps it was the will of heaven." "
Yaoying didn't understand his verses, but she still heard his consolation:
This is fate, the princess does not need to be sad.
Yaoying smiled: "Probably."
According to numerology, she believed that Li Xuanzhen and Zhu Luyun would not be able to die if they kept alive and kicking! And whenever she changed the fate of A-Niang and A-xiong, she would be punished.
But so what
Faith is one thing, resignation is another!
She was going to grit her teeth.
A little bit of arrogance, a thousand miles is a happy wind, it is easy to ride the wind, the sky is thousands of miles, and it goes straight to the blue clouds.
If you can't be a soaring Kunpeng, you should try your best to fly high.
When there is really no way to go, it is better to follow the example of Liu Ling in Jin Dynasty and bury me if I die!
So the mage's words could not comfort her.
Mundativa sighed with emotion for a while, and looked at the round-faced soldier who was standing on the side with a vigilant expression: "Prajna, the seventh princess is a guest of the Buddha's son. You must take good care of the princess and not neglect the princess."
Prajna shouted in nonsense: "Master, you don't know what this Chinese woman did to the king!"
He remembered that Yaoying could speak nonsense, and then changed into Sanskrit and then shouted, chattering about Yaoying's public proposal that day.
"How dare this Han woman dare to blaspheme the king in public! She even said she would be the king's modern girl! She... she..."
Prajna "she" for a long time, stomped her foot: "She is a madman! She is shameless! If the Regent was present, her head would have been chopped off!"
Mundativa looked surprised.
Although Yaoying didn't understand Sanskrit, she knew that he was suing her when she saw the gritted and resentful expressions of her personal soldiers. With a slight embarrassment on her face, she smiled at Mundativa: "At the time of the crisis, I had no choice but to blaspheme. Buddha, fortunately, the Buddha is kindhearted, and still offers a helping hand, I want to meet the Buddha, explain the reason with him, and hope that the master can mediate for me."
Munda Deva didn't seem to be relieved from the shock, her brown eyes blinked in the night, and she said gently: "Princess don't mind, if it wasn't for the Buddha just mentioned the princess to the poor monk, the poor monk would not have known that the princess was coming. The royal court."
Without waiting for Yaoying's reaction, Hannya's eyes widened first, with a look of disbelief: "What? Did the Master Wang let the master come to find this Chinese girl?"
How can Wang remember Han women!
Could it be that Wang was moved by this shameless Chinese girl
Mundativa nodded: "Yes, the Buddha said, the royal court is up and down, and the princess of the Wei Dynasty cannot be neglected."
Prajna was dumbfounded.
Yao Ying was also full of surprise. She thought that the holy and cold Buddha did not remember her character at all, but she did not expect that he would issue such an order as soon as he returned to the royal court.
Prajna shivered, pointed her finger at Yaoying, and said furiously, "Demon girl!"
Wearing a slave costume can seduce the soul. On the way to the royal court, from the generals, soldiers to slaves, they dare not look at her more.
Yao Ying blinked innocently, her eyes flowed, and looking at it in the night, just these eyes were quite beautiful and charming.
Hannya's heart felt like being scratched by a cat's claws a few times, his round face was flushed with anger, then turned blue and purple, and after a while, it was white again, and he turned around abruptly and ran towards the palace.
This Chinese girl is a witch who came to destroy the Buddha's cultivation! He has to stop the Buddha!
Munda Deva shook her head and motioned Yaoying to follow her: "Tonight, the Buddha returned to the palace in a hurry and has no time to see the princess. The poor monk will take the princess to resettlement first."
Yaoying followed behind him to an empty courtyard. There seemed to be a tree planted in the courtyard. She couldn't recognize the tree in the dark, and could only smell a faint fragrance.
The imperial guard brought Xie Qing and several others over. Yaoying was very grateful, and Munda Deva comforted her and left.
During the rest of his life, he also met his old friend, and the soldiers cheered softly. The exhaustion from the past few days rushed up, and he snored shortly after lying down.
Yaoying asked for some medicine from the imperial guard to rub on Xie Qing, and she was relieved to see that she slept more peacefully than a few days ago.
There was snoring one after another under the window.
Yaoying rubbed her sore shoulders, leaned against the window, and smiled. For the first time in so many days, she felt relaxed.
Tamara is really a good person with compassion.
Yaoying closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Suddenly, a series of shouts and chaotic footsteps sounded in the still water-like night.
Yao Ying broke out in a cold sweat, she sat up in a jerky spirit, clenched the dagger hidden in her body, listened carefully, and found that the voices were not coming towards her, and slowly exhaled.
Haidu Aling is usually busy with military affairs, but when she is free, she will deliberately tease her to force her to show panic.
She had to watch out for Haidu Aling before she went to sleep every night, and she would wake up when she heard a sound at night.
A shout came from next door: "Mage! Mage!"
It turned out to be for Munda Deva.
Yaoying continued to sleep, and after a while, footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard. This time, it was her courtyard door that was slammed.
"Seven princesses! The mage is invited!"
Yaoying got up to answer the door, and Munda Deva's disciples took her directly to the main hall. The door in the hall was closed, and they entered the back garden of the main hall from the side door. The fragrance was fragrant in the dark, and there seemed to be a lot of flowers and trees planted in the garden.
The Royal Palace is very high, and the palaces are built on the high terraces. Yaoying followed the disciples to climb the high stone steps.
There was a flickering light in front of the steps, and Munda Deva was waiting under the porch, looking anxious: "The poor monk has something to ask the princess, I hope the princess will tell the truth."
Yaoying nodded.
Mondativa was sweating profusely: "When the poor monk set off from Chang'an, the princess gave the poor monk a few bottles of pills, and one of the pills was called Anxi Pill. The princess's attendant said that this medicine has the effect of reducing swelling and pain... The princess knows A prescription for the resting pill?"
Yaoying was stunned for a moment, her mind turned a few times, she pondered for a moment, her eyes crossed the dark corridor, looked at the closed gate of the main palace, and asked softly, "Buddha is ill?"
Munda Deva's expression stiffened for a moment, and sighed: "Since the princess has guessed it, the poor monk will tell the truth. When the poor monk first came to the royal court, the Buddha's son was seriously ill. The poor monk tried many medicines, and then accidentally let the Buddha take it A few resting pills."
At that time, the Beirong cavalry was aggressive, and they joined with other tribes to attack the holy city. Tanmaraga was running out of time. He knew that if the news of his serious illness spread, the royal court would be defeated.
As a result, he miraculously improved after taking the benzoin.
The Anxi Pills were obtained from Yaoying. Mundativa didn’t know what the prescription was. Seeing that the bottle of Anxi Pills was almost finished, she could only send someone to the Central Plains to ask for medicines, while thinking of other ways to stabilize Tamara’s life. He was ill, but the war was tight, and it was impossible for Tamara to hide in the holy city to recuperate.
He endured the pain and led his troops on an expedition, supported him until he signed a covenant with Beirong, and scare away the capital of Haidu, Aling, and returned to the holy city, but he couldn't last.
After Mundativa finished speaking, he sighed and said, "Just now, the Buddha's son fell ill, and the Anxi Pills brought by the poor monk from the Central Plains are gone..."
The doubts in Yaoying's heart suddenly became clear.
Unexpectedly, her unintentional action a year ago would actually affect the battle situation eight thousand miles away.
Tamara saved her, not because she was moved by her, but because she heard her reveal the identity of Princess Dawei, and he got better after taking the restorative pills, and Mundativa must have mentioned her to him.
The chance that Munda Deva said was originally here.
Yaoying figured out a lot of things.
No wonder Tanmaraka was in a hurry to rush back to the holy city, and he had to wait until it was dark before entering the city. He was ill, and he was very ill, for fear of being found out.
So she didn't see any big city-state tribes along the way, and Tanmaraka's route back to the Holy City deliberately avoided crowded cities.
His original plan may have been to take her back to the Holy City first, and then slowly ask her about the prescription of the resting pill.
Now that he was suddenly ill and his life was at stake, Munda Deva had to invite her over late at night to risk speaking out about his serious illness.
Tamara's worries are not unfounded. He is a god in the eyes of the people of the Western Regions. He lives one more day and the royal court is prosperous and stable. Since then, the Buddhist kingdom has completely disappeared in the long river of history.
When the news came out, the royal court would be in chaos.
Yaoying sighed: "Master, I know the prescription for Anxi Pills, but those medicinal materials are all native to the Central Plains. Even if the Master knows the prescription, he can't prepare the medicine at the moment."
The anxiety in Mundativa's brown eyes slowly faded, and she stood in front of the steps with a long sigh.
"The princess laughs, and the poor monk has an appearance. The Buddhist son is early-witted, talented and strong, and he is familiar with the classics. Given time, he must be a great weapon of the Shimen generation, greatly promoting Buddhism and saving all sentient beings. suffering."
Yaoying also doesn't want Tan Mo Luojia to die so early... She thought about it and said, "Master, I can write a general prescription. Maybe there are alternative medicinal materials in the medicinal materials in the Western Regions?"
Munda Deva is a monk, and looks down on life and death. If he hadn't really appreciated Tanmaraka's talent, he wouldn't have talked so much with Yaoying, and was about to give up.
Chang'an and the holy city are eight thousand miles away, and the medicine the Seventh Princess sent him could just ease the pain of Tamaroka, and now the Seventh Princess appeared in the Holy City by coincidence—perhaps all of this was arranged by the Buddha.
Mundativa led Yaoying through the long corridor and entered the inner room through the side door.
Layers of thick golden silk curtains hang down, and from the outside, the inner hall is pitch black.
The waiter lifted the curtain, and bright golden light suddenly poured out.
Yaoying raised her hand to cover her eyes and slowly adapted to the light in front of her.
Hundreds of candles were burning in the hall, and the candles were brilliant like daytime. The persian carpet with embroidered animal patterns is laid on the ground. The feet are as soft as stepping on the clouds. The bead curtains inlaid with gemstones shake gently on all sides. Floating.
Yaoying was dizzy and dizzy. She entered the holy city in the dark, and she didn't see the whole picture of the palace. She thought that the palace was as majestic and solemn as the earth cliff she saw in the evening, but she didn't want the main hall to be so gorgeous.
One can imagine how wealthy the royal court is.
No wonder the two generations of Beirong Khans were determined to win the king.
Prajna and several other personal soldiers knelt in front of the couch in the inner hall with a sad expression, their eyes were red from crying, and when they saw Yaoying being brought in, they immediately jumped up.
"Demon..."
Yaoying ignored him, walked to the desk next to her, and swiped it down, writing down the prescription she knew.
Mundativa picked it up to take a closer look, and shook her head in disappointment: "The one that works wonders in this prescription is this water mangcao... Among all the medicines brought by the poor monk, there is no one that can replace the water mang grass."
"Water Mangcao?" Yaoying's eyes flickered.
There was a loud cry from the bed, and Prajna shouted: "Master!"
Munda Deva hurried to the couch, looked at the golden paper on the bed, and sighed a long time.
Yaoying stuck out half of her head from behind him, and her eyes fell on Tan Moraga's face.
The candle lit, he was lying in the quilt with gold pattern embroidered on the white background, his eyes were blue and black, his lips were pale, his handsome face was covered with sweat, and his two thick eyebrows were tightly wrinkled. a little sound.
The corner of the quilt was lifted to reveal his swollen, almost black legs - these days, is he actually leaning on these legs to get off the horse and sit on the horse's back to command thousands of troops
If it wasn't for what she saw with her own eyes, Yao Ying couldn't believe that the man whose life was hanging by a thread was the Buddhist son who led thousands of troops to scare off Haidu Aling a few days ago.
In the torrent curve that moves like mountains, he is the only one wearing a crimson cassock, dazzling and dazzling.
Clear and stalwart.
Does anyone know that he was suffering from a terrible illness while gnashing his teeth
What kind of tenacity must this man's will be in order for him to support him to this day
He is the king of the holy city and the god in the eyes of the people of the Western Regions, so even if he is in pain, he has to carry this doomed Buddhist kingdom on one shoulder.
Yaoying couldn't help feeling emotional, took a few steps forward and uncovered the quilt.
Prajna shouted: "What do you want to do?!"
Yaoying didn't even look at him, she lifted up Tamara's cassock, and touched his swollen legs with her fingers, "Bring some hot water."
Prajna shouted that he wanted to drive her away personally.
Munda Deva stopped Prajna and asked Yaoying, "Hot water? Won't this aggravate the swelling?"
Yaoying took a look at Tan Mo Luojia. She couldn't get close to him these days. Every day she could only follow him far behind the team and look up at his arrogant figure. Now that she was getting closer, she found that he was closer than she thought. He is also handsome and handsome, even when he is sick, he still looks picturesque.
She said: "When I was in Chibi before, I saw a genius doctor who treated others. That person was in a similar situation to him. Hot water, acupuncture... This can temporarily relieve his pain."
Even if he can't be saved, at least this compassionate monk can be less painful.
Munda Deva had heard of acupuncture. "There is a Chinese monk in the Buddhist temple who knows acupuncture. Please invite him to the palace!"
At present, I have tried all methods, and I have no resting pills, I can only resign myself to fate.
The guards looked at each other in dismay, and out of trust in Munda Deva, they led the way.
The attendant quickly brought hot water, and Yaoying instructed the attendant to fetch the medicinal materials, and first rub the body of Tamara.
Half an hour later, the Han monk arrived in a hurry. Yaoying told him all the formulas that he could recall. The Han monk washed his hands, smoked the needles, and began to apply needles to Tamara.
The candle burns quietly, and the swelling between Tamaroka's legs has not disappeared, but the palm of his hand is not so cold, and the color of his lips has recovered a little.
Yaoying helped by the side, and took Jinpa to wipe off the cold sweat for Tanmoraga.
In the second half of the night, only half of the candles in the hall were burned. She was so tired that her eyelids were trembling, and she unknowingly leaned on the bed and fell asleep.
In the hazy, he was suddenly awakened by the sound of heavy footsteps.
Yaoying opened her eyes and crashed into an abyss-like sight.
A pair of dark blue eyes stared at her quietly.
These eyes are wise and cold, like a clear and secluded spring, as if they can penetrate everything in the world. They are looking up at her from the bottom up, but they make her feel stressed and have nowhere to hide.
It seems that this man has seen through everything from the body to the soul, inside and out.
Yaoying was stunned for a while, then she recovered herself, calmly covered her sleeves and wiped the saliva from her lips, stood up lightly, and woke up Munda Deva, who was meditating with her eyes closed: "Master, the Buddha is awake."