From the palace to the Buddhist temple, you must pass through the most prosperous Fangchang Street in the city. The road is crowded with people and traffic.
When Yaoying's carriage left the palace surrounded by knights in blue shirts and white robes, even through the thick felt curtains, she could hear the sound of huge discussions beside the road like waves.
She sat cross-legged, and the horrified face of Prajna appeared in front of her.
It used to be just gossip, but now, not only did she blaspheme the gods in their minds, but she also lived under the same roof as their gods.
This was not what she expected.
Yaoying rested her cheeks in both hands, but she still didn't recover.
Tamara tacitly allowed her to stay in the palace, which was already the best shelter for her. Now that he has publicly acknowledged her identity, let alone Prajna, they were heartbroken, and she did not expect it.
She has the cheek to entangle herself, and the people of the royal court only regard her as a resentful woman who is crazy about love. The significance of Tamara Ka allowing her to stay in a Buddhist temple is extraordinary.
This is of course a good thing for her, but it will definitely damage the reputation of Tanmaraga. Yesterday, after Yuanjue read the edict in the post house, the envoys and princes and ministers from all over the world discussed a lot, and they were about to cry, always warm and generous. Bi Su's face was also gloomy.
Yaoying recalled the last time she saw Tanmaraga. He was so clean at the dharma meeting that he made the filth in the world eclipsed.
Tamara is saving her.
Haidu Aling refused to let it go, so she was on guard day and night. This time Haidu Aling ventured into the palace at night, which made her understand that the royal court was no longer safe, and she was worried, so Tamara came to help her.
When she first saw her, she made a request to follow the example of the modern girl before Wan Jun. In front of the Tamaro Galema formation, her blue eyes glanced at her lightly, noncommittal.
Now he has an answer.
He agreed.
It was a few months late, but he acted resolutely. The night before yesterday, Haidu Aling entered the palace. Yesterday, he announced in public that he would send someone to pick her up to the Buddhist temple today, without any hesitation.
The carriage arrived at the Buddhist temple, and entered the temple through a hidden side door. The Chinese knight led Yaoying inside.
The soles of her feet were soft, and there was an unreal feeling like falling clouds.
The Buddhist Temple in the Holy City has a long history and is built against a cliff. It is simple and solemn, majestic and majestic.
Yaoying followed behind the knights and walked between the stone-column corridors. Everywhere on the corridors, there were murals of Buddhist scriptures, mountain and river attics, and dancing in the sky. The golden light was shining, colorful, splendid and round, the lines were vigorous and smooth, and the characters were strong and healthy. Shuo, the style is gorgeous and unrestrained.
The courtyard is bright and spacious, with pagodas like forests. The further you go inside, the cooler and quieter it becomes, and the frescoes on the walls are more exquisitely carved, with large areas of rich turquoise gold, magnificent and vast and heroic.
Yaoying was dazzled.
Among the pigments, cyan and vermilion are extremely expensive, and even the most famous painters in Chang'an could not paint with cyan and gold as they wished. However, there are cyan and vermilion murals everywhere in Buddhist temples.
Yuanjue and Prajna escorted Yaoying, one of them looked calm and the other looked like a mourning concubine. They took her to a secluded courtyard far away from the main hall, and commanded the knights to help carry the ceremony.
The courtyard is not big, but a few flowers and trees that are rare in the royal court are planted in the courtyard. The courtyard is deep, the main house is very high, and the corridors on all sides are covered with layers of clear white mud. The courtyard looks wide and tidy. There is a grape trellis, which is covered with vines, and a large area of thick shade is under the cage.
The walls of the main house are also smeared with white mud. The furnishings in the house are simple, with felt carpets on the ground, couch, sitting table, book table, screen, hanging tent in front of the couch, and no other decorations.
Yuanjue pointed to the main house and said: "Princess, every year at the turn of spring and summer, the wind is raging, and the night is cold. The house here does not open the side windows, only the front window. There is no well in the courtyard. Come and purify the water. The princess will see what else is missing, so I can bring it to the princess."
He added, "Princess is only practicing, and you don't have to strictly follow the rules of the monks in the temple, but you can't do nothing. Later, the monks will send sutras to explain the morning and evening classes for the princess."
Yaoying thanked him, thought about it, and asked, "Is it inconvenient for the Buddha to see me?"
Prajna next to her immediately opened her eyes wide and glared at her fiercely, her lips trembling, she didn't dare to reprimand, she got sullen for a while and lifted her feet out.
Yaoying was picked up by Tanmaraga, and he did not dare to speak evil.
Yuanjue nodded and said, "The king ordered me to take the princess to the meditation room to meet him when the princess moves in."
Yaoying left Xie Qing and several others to return to pay homage, and went to see Tan Moraga with a sense of fate.
The blue-brick floor of Tanmaraga’s meditation room is deep and solemn. The arches, corridor domes and stone pillars are painted with blue flowers and green leaves, and the surrounding is decorated with tangled pomegranate scrolls, tangled tea patterns, and honeysuckle patterns, which are beautiful and elegant. Graceful. In front of the porch, the pines and cypresses are vigorous, the poplars are tall and straight, and the deepest courtyard is planted with jujube trees, with silver-white flowers hanging down and fragrant.
The courtyard was silent, and the guards stood with their hands down, like clay puppets.
Tamara was sitting in front of the desk in the meditation hall, writing something, with a clear back.
Yuanjue walked in to report, Yaoying was waiting in front of the porch, her eyes fell on Tan Mo Luojia, and she was stunned.
It was the hottest noon of the day, and Tamara was wearing a monk's robe with exposed right shoulder.
Yaoying looked away and looked at the flower branches swaying in the wind in front of the court, remembering that the night before, Sultan Gu staggered back into the jujube bushes, and the silver-white flowers fell on the ground.
Under the moonlit night, the moment she looked at Sultan Gu, a strange feeling suddenly rose in her heart.
For some reason, she always felt that there must be something hidden under Sultangu's hideous face, and even for a moment, she felt that Sultangu was a bit like Tamara.
However, Tan Mo Luojia was lingering on the sick bed, and he needed the support of guards to dismount.
Yao Ying's suspicions were untenable.
And when Sultan Gu rescued her, she was leaning against his chest tightly, and she could feel the strength in his arms, hugging her body with strong muscles and full of tension.
The only thing that looks like a pair of blue eyes.
Speaking of which, Bi Su also has green eyes...
Yaoying recovered her head, shook her head and laughed.
She was really whimsical. When Tanmaraka was seriously ill, Sultan appeared to frighten Xue Yanna away. How could Tanmaraka and the murderous Sultan be the same person
Yuanjue walked out of the inner hall and motioned Yaoying to enter the house.
Yaoying calmed down her thoughts, gathered her skirts and walked into the meditation room.
The house was clean and tidy, without incense, and the desk was full of scriptures. Tamara was still writing with his head down, and his fingers were slender. Although he was thin, it gave people a very powerful feeling.
Yaoying knelt down and sat opposite him, straightening her back subconsciously, sitting in a proper posture, and straight to the point: "Prince Beirong is still in the dark, the Master issued an edict to protect me and let me live in a Buddhist temple. I am very grateful, but this way Is it bad for the mage's reputation?"
Tan Moraka is restrained, and has a sense of coercion that knows everything. In front of him, she doesn't need to be condescending and condescending.
After Yaoying finished speaking, her eyes widened and she stared at Tan Moraga without blinking.
Tamara stopped writing, raised his head, and his eyes were cold and gentle: "The princess doesn't need to mind, it's just a lot of criticism. A year later, the princess leaves safely, and the criticism will dissipate."
His tone was calm and calm.
Yaoying suddenly felt that she couldn't express the words of gratitude that she had thought about all night last night.
Tamara is very smart and never took her words seriously. He didn't need her gratitude, and he didn't need her to pay any price. He helped her just because she was one of the people in need and saved him. He could help her, and seeing that she was in danger, he helped.
She met a nice guy.
Yaoying smiled, her whole body relaxed completely, and the haze in her heart seemed to be blown away.
Her eyebrows were slightly curved, her eyes were bright, and she said softly, "Thank you."
Fifteen-year-old little lady, young and young, temporarily relieved of her burden, her brilliance is beginning to bloom, and her spirit is high.
The whole Zen room seems to be a little brighter, and the spring is shining.
Tamara put down the pen, picked up a few scriptures and handed them to Yaoying.
Yaoying stood up straight, took the scriptures, and found that it was the Chinese version of "The Great Parinirvana Sutra", "The Mahayana Lun", "Abhi Tan Lun" and other scriptures.
She was a head and two big.
Well, monks don’t slander, but Tanmaraga issued an edict saying that she should come to Buddhist temples to practice Buddhism, and she really wanted her to study Buddhism seriously. Not only did she set her morning and evening classes, but she even prepared scriptures.
This guy is so honest.
Yaoying held the heavy scriptures, thinking that she would not only have to deal with the trivial matters of setting up a caravan, but also read these scriptures in the future, her scalp tingled, she suddenly remembered another thing, raised her head, and looked at Tamaroka with burning eyes.
"Mage..." She asked with a serious expression, "Should I also shave?"
There was a momentary stunned expression on Tamaroka's face.
Yaoying was shy.
In order to marry Ananda, the Moderna girl had to shave and practice, should she also shave? Although her hair is not worth mentioning compared to her life, she shouldn't hesitate about it, but she should not shave if she can. Her hair is thick and dense, and it has been maintained for so many years!
The summer heat is scorching hot, and the sun shines golden. A beam of bright sunlight falls into the meditation room through the skylight, and shines beside Yaoying's jet-black hair on the temples. The flower branches that spit in the wind are bright and radiant.
Tan Moraga lowered her eyes and said, "The princess has not yet converted to Buddhism, so she can take her to practice."
Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Tan Moraga, her eyes were full of admiration and trust, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master."
The voice was loud and brisk, much more natural than when he entered the room just now.
Tanmaraka didn't say anything, and glanced at Yuanjue who was standing outside the door.
Yuanjue understood and sent Yaoying back to the yard.
The girl's light green skirt slid across the felt blanket, and the silhouette was bright and bright, and a faint fragrance lingered in the air.
Tamara Ka then lowered his head to write.
After a while, footsteps sounded in the corridor, and the tall figure of Ashina Bisu appeared outside the door.
"Wang just met Princess Wen Zhao?"
Tamara Gay hummed, but did not look up.
Bi Su walked into the meditation room, saluted Tanmoraga, and sat down cross-legged, "Wang, why are you helping Princess Wenzhao like this? You let her live in the palace, which is an exception, and now you let her move into a Buddhist temple and talk about it in the city. After so many years, she is the first woman to step into your meditation room."
Tan Mo Luojia said indifferently: "Northern Rong people live by water and grass. They are barbaric and do not change. Haidu Aling is ferocious and tyrannical.
Bi Suo looked at him, "Wang, there are all kinds of rumors among the people."
Tamara didn't lift his head: "Reputation is nothing but external things. I am the monarch of the royal court. After a year, the rumors and rumors will fade away."
Bi Su was silent for a while, "After a year, will the rumors really fade away?"
Tan Mo Luojia lowered her head and wrote: "Bisuo, do you think Princess Wenzhao admires me? Are you worried that she won't leave?"
Bi Su was taken aback.
Tamara said calmly: "The princess lives outside the realm and can't help herself. After finding her family, she will leave."
"What about the king?" Bi Suo asked, "Wang help the princess really just because she is grateful and can't bear it? The princess is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Tamaroka frowned slightly, "There are all kinds of things in the world that can't flow, love is like dew, beauty is like a bubble."
Bi Suo quietly sighed, got up, and knelt down to worship.
"The minister has overstepped the rules."
Loga wasn't tempted, that's fine.
He was worried that Luo Jia was moved by Princess Wenzhao, but her beauty was nothing more than that. Princess Wenzhao had more things to attract others' attention. Fortunately, Luo Jia had a firm heart.
"Bi Suo." Tanmoraga stopped writing and looked at Bi Suo, "You said that you admire Princess Wenzhao, is it true or false?"
His eyes were gentle, and he didn't mean to ask questions.
But Bi Su was dripping with cold sweat and couldn't raise his head in shame: "King, this minister is convicted."
All he did was to test Luo Jia's mind, divert Princess Wen Zhao's attention, and prevent her from contacting Luo Jia.
Tamara closed the written edict: "Don't have another time, whether I devoutly uphold the five precepts, and have nothing to do with others."
Bi Su was respectful, took the edict, and his eyes suddenly widened.
This is a handwritten letter to Wakhan Khan, which is equivalent to a letter of credentials. Luo Jia declared the status of Princess Wenzhao in the letter of credentials and asked Wakhan Khan to punish Haidu Aling.
Luo Jia not only warned his followers, but also warned all countries and the whole world. In the future, dozens of country and city-states in the size of the Tianshan Mountains will know that Princess Wenzhao lives in a Buddhist temple and is under the protection of the king!
Bi Su's heart trembled.
"This letter of credentials, you personally send it to the North Rongya tent." Tan Moraga said, in a normal tone.
Bi Su's hands trembled slightly, and she clenched the edict, respectfully.
He went back to his place and packed his bags.
The personal soldiers came to report: "General, Princess Wen Zhao sent some medicinal materials."
The movement of Bi Suo's hand paused, "What did the princess say?"
The personal soldier replied: "The princess said that the medicinal materials were all given to the regent, please transfer it on your behalf. She also said that she would like to see you and discuss with you about Prince Beirong's return to Beirong."
Bi Suo hummed and asked the personal soldiers to send the medicinal materials to the Fuzhong witch doctor.
The witch doctor told him that the medicinal herbs Yaoying picked were rare and precious medicinal herbs in the Western Regions, some of which were used to treat injuries from falls, some to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and some to relieve internal organ damage. Some of them were found throughout the Western Regions.
Bi Suo was distracted for a while, and ordered the soldiers to put the medicinal materials into the warehouse.
The soldiers should be, turn around and go out.
There was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and Bi Suo chased after him and grabbed his shoulder.
The soldier looked blank, and Bi Suo's face was covered with clouds. He stared at the medicinal herbs in his hand for a long time, and closed his eyes.
"Send it to the Buddhist temple, give it to Yuanjue, and tell him that the medicine was brought back by the caravan. Remember, don't tell anyone else about this matter. If the princess asks, she will say that I brought the medicine for her."
The personal soldiers responded and left with the medicine.
Bi Su stood on the spot and sighed melancholy.
I hope it's all just his misgivings.