Yaoying had a dream all night.
The next morning, she combed her hair in front of the bronze mirror, raised her arms lightly, braided her long black and thick hair into braids, each braid was wrapped with golden silk, decorated with golden flowers and silver bells, on the door After a few knocks, Sultan Ku came.
He put on the grimace mask again.
Yaoying invited him into the room, and without waiting for him to speak, she sat in front of him, rolled up her sleeves neatly, and stretched her arms out in front of him. With the movement, the silver bells on her shawl and braided trembled gently, making a jingling sound.
"General Su, I'm much better. Without further ado, we will enter the palace today."
Seeing her impatient attitude, she must have been waiting for him long ago.
Sultan didn't say anything, and put his fingers on Yaoying's wrist.
He felt a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, rough and cold, and she couldn't help shivering slightly.
Today is a fine and fine weather. It was the beginning of the snow after the snow, the morning glow reflected on the snow, and there was a bright halo in front of the porch.
Yaoying sat cross-legged in a daze. This time, she was sober and didn't dare to touch Sultan Gu's mask. Thinking of the question she had before falling asleep last night, she asked softly, "General Su, does Buddha also need powder medicine?"
Sultan Gu's eyelashes trembled and he looked up.
Yaoying looked at him, "Master Mondativa didn't cure the Buddha's son, the water mangcao only temporarily suppressed his pain, and he would still get sick from time to time, right?"
Before Munda Deva left the holy city, she went to see him off and asked about Tamaraka's illness. Munda Deva was vague and regretful.
Yaoying didn't think much about it at the time, but now, it seems that Munda Deva regretted that he could only relieve the pain of Tanmaraga with water verdant, and could not completely cure Luojia's disease.
What kind of disease did Thamaraga suffer from? Is it because he is too sick to get up every time he retreats
Munda Deva admired him very much, so why didn't he cure him completely, leaving only the prescription of Shuimangcao and went back to Tianzhu
These doubts have been lingering in Yaoying's heart.
Sultan Gu looked at Yao Ying, there was no trace of turbulence in his blue eyes, and said: "The king's illness is a chronic disease, and the cure is not an overnight effort."
Yaoying glanced at him.
Even though his tone was as serious as usual, she could hear the prevarication.
This is also normal. Tan Moraga has a very valuable status, and the minister of the royal court has no idea that he is seriously ill. She is an outsider and knows the inside story. She even asks directly.
Sultan Gu raised his head and stared at the white snow reflected by the morning sun in front of the court.
"Why did the princess think of asking this?"
Yaoying frowned slightly and said, "Shuimangcao is highly poisonous. Although it can dispel dampness, relieve pain, dissipate heat and detoxify, it will damage the body when taken regularly. When I prepare the gel pills I take regularly, I add sun-dried and ground Shuimang. Grass, only take one pill a month, the dose is small, and it still needs powder medicine. I see that the medicine prescribed by Munda Deva to the Buddha is three times the amount of water mangcao used in the gelatin pill... Buddha's long-term use of medicine will definitely damage the root. "
"I reminded General Ashina and Yuanjue before, I don't know if they have persuaded the Buddha."
Yaoying raised her eyes and looked into Sultan Gu's eyes.
"General Su understands medical skills, and the doctors are benevolent. He should have taken care of the Buddha's son. He understands the benefits and harms better than General Ashina and Yuanjue. Slow treatment, the general must remind him that he cannot rely on this medicine just because water mangcao can relieve his pain."
Her tone was sincere, without temptation, just worry and concern.
A piece of sincerity, as clear as snow.
Sultan Gu looked out the door, seemed to be seriously considering Yao Ying's words, and hummed.
Yaoying sighed and said, "It's a pity that the medicinal materials I brought don't have the herbs that restrain Shuimangcao. Those medicines are only available in the Central Plains. I asked Lao Qi and searched all over the market, but found nothing. If I can go back to the Central Plains , I can ask a miraculous doctor to prescribe some powdered pills for the Buddha, and if he eats it, it can reduce the damage of Shuimangcao."
When it comes to returning to the Central Plains, she immediately thinks of Li Zhongqian, worry floods into her heart, and her tone becomes lower.
Sultan did not speak a word.
Neither of them spoke, and the room was as silent as sinking water.
The sun was shining brightly, and the snow melted from the roof dripped down the corrugation, and a rain line hung in front of the eaves.
After a long while, Sultan Gu withdrew his finger, "The princess doesn't need to take medicine today."
Yaoying came back to her senses and knew that he agreed to enter the palace today, so she immediately called her personal soldiers and asked him to send a message to Yang Qian.
…
Sultan got up and went out.
Yuanjue greeted him respectfully and whispered, "Prince Regent, everything is arranged properly."
After speaking, he bowed his head and stepped aside.
"Do you often go to the market with Princess Wenzhao?"
Yuanjue was peeking into Yaoying's room, and when he heard his question, he straightened his back and replied, "Yes."
Sultan turned his back to him and asked, "What is Princess Wenzhao looking for in Shifang?"
Yuanjue thought about it seriously, and said, "When Princess Wenzhao was visiting the market, she was walking around almost one by one, selling cloth and brocade shops, jewelry and jade, horses and livestock, and white cloth... There are also shops selling medicinal materials. All the shops that sell medicinal materials, the princess should go shopping. The princess can't speak nonsense well and can't understand the names of the medicinal materials. Chinese medicine."
After speaking, he remembered something and couldn't help grinning.
"The princess also inquired about where there is an eagle selling, and she also wants to raise one."
Sultan suddenly stopped.
Yuanjue immediately stopped.
Sultan Gu turned back, and a pair of blue eyes under the mask glanced at him calmly, "Princess Wenzhao told you about Shuimangcao?"
Yuanjue was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "The princess and her subordinates talked about it... The princess said that taking this medicine for a long time is not appropriate, and asked her subordinates to persuade the king..."
At first, he and Ashina Bi Su were worried that Yaoying would leak the secret, and they were also afraid that she would use this secret to blackmail them, so they would be more wary of her. Later, the two found that she was not only tight-lipped, but also very concerned about the Buddha's illness, and put her dangling heart back to its original position.
No one asked about it, and he didn't take the initiative to report it.
Yuanjue thought that he had done nothing wrong, and General Ashina had instructed that Princess Wenzhao was just a passerby, and there was no need to tell the king about all matters related to her, but when Sultan Gu asked, he still felt guilty subconsciously and his voice became lower .
Sultan didn't blame him, he stood under the porch for a while, then turned to leave.
Yuanjue was a little confused, let out a breath, and followed carefully.
…
In the afternoon, Yaoying changed into the costume of a noble girl from Gaochang, left the courtyard with Sultan Gu, and came to the place where they agreed to meet with Yang Qian.
Yang Qian was tall, dressed in a brocade robe with small sleeves, a scarf wrapped around his head, and brocade boots on his feet.
Yaoying had a veil on her face, raised a felt curtain, and gestured to him across the crowd.
Yang Qian didn't recognize her, and continued to stretch his neck to look at the crowd. He didn't react until the carriage came to him. He looked at the braided hair in the carriage, and was wearing a long coat with lapels and small sleeves. Yaoying, smiled, revealing her white teeth.
"Princess's make-up is just right. I prepared clothes for the princess, and I wanted to remind the princess to put them on, but it was superfluous."
Yaoying smiled. Mrs. Yina held a banquet in the palace every night. The princes and nobles who attended were all dressed in masks. She had inquired in advance, and even the masks were ready.
Yang Qian glanced at the masked and imposing Sultan Gu, keenly aware that his identity was not simple, and he must have martial arts skills.
Yaoying didn't want him to discover Sultangu's identity, so he took a step forward and stood in front of Sultangu, signaling that he could go.
Yang Qian retracted his gaze, nodded, and said, "After entering the palace, the princess said that she was my cousin. I have more than a dozen cousins, and several of them are about the same age as the princess. People in the palace can't tell them apart."
Yaoying nodded and wrote it down, put on her mask, and looked back at Sultan Gu.
The mask covered her face, and only a pair of crescent-shaped eyes could be seen.
Just from these eyes, you can see that she must be smiling. The clear eyes are full of hope, full of smiles, like crushed sunlight falling into the secluded pool, and the stars are flickering.
Sultan looked at her silently.
Yaoying pointed to the mask on her face.
The mask she wore was a ferocious Yaksha face, exactly the same as the mask he usually wore, half blue and half red.
Sultan Gu's eyes drooped slightly, staring at the mask on her face for a while, then raised his feet and walked away.
Yaoying laughed, spread her hands, and followed him with a smile.
…
At dusk, hundreds of candles are lit in the largest hall in the palace, and the lamp tree seems to be burning, and the candles are brilliant as if it were daytime.
The curtain hangs high in the hall, and a group of musicians sit cross-legged under the tent, playing the pipa, Konghou, Yuli, Qiang flute, dongxiao, small drum, bronze drum, and sheng music in bursts. The skinny maiko danced and sang, with soft and graceful waists, and maids in light tulle robes shuttled around, and there were many figures.
In front of the hall, there are several tables and couches, a long table covered with red felt is full of delicious food and fruit, and the dishes and wine are piled up like mountains. The guests present were all dressed in costumes, wearing masks, sitting or lying down, enjoying the singing and dancing, staggering, or walking back and forth with gilded and silver cups in hand, laughing with others, and bursts of laughter broke out from time to time in the corner.
Yaoying followed Yang Qian into the lobby.
Yang Qian saw all the way in the palace, singing and dancing, singing and laughing everywhere, disappointed and angry, and almost lifted his mask.
The older siblings were sent to Beirong as a hostage, and Mrs. Yina lured the aristocrats with delicious food, delicious food, and beauties singing and dancing. These people couldn't even resist this temptation.
Yaoying was really afraid that he would overturn the long case directly under his impulse, and reminded him in a low voice: "Young Master Yang, where is the Yuchi King?"
Yang Qian remembered the business, restrained his anger, and led Yaoying through the noisy hall, sent away a few servants, walked through a quiet path, and came to a felt tent with curtains.
Yaoying was waiting outside, watching him go in, there were voices coming from inside.
After a while, a shaggy woman with disheveled hair came out from the inside. When she passed by Yaoying, she deliberately did not cover the front of her clothes, revealing the snowy skin of red plums on her chest, and glared at her fiercely.
The corners of Yaoying's mouth twitched lightly. Obviously, the Hu girl thought she was the new love that Yang Qian brought to Yuchi Bodhidharma.
She glanced back at the hall separated only by a corridor.
Maiko danced to the song, and the whole audience was full of red faces. Yang Qian took her into the palace, and Sultan Gu had already disappeared, and now he does not know where he is hiding. Although she was alone in an unfamiliar palace, she was not afraid of knowing that he must be nearby.
Yang Qian opened the curtain, stuck out his head, and gestured to Yaoying.
She went in.
There was no light in the tent, the light was dim, and the floor was covered with a thick fleece blanket. A man with red hair, brown eyes, and unshaven beard was lying on the couch. He was wearing only a loose long-sleeved robe. With a hastily knotted knot, a casual glance can reveal a thin and pale chest.
There was a hint of anger in Yang Qian's brows, and he grabbed the cloak scattered on the ground and threw it on the man, and said, "Dharma, this is Princess Wenzhao."
Yuchi Damo slowly raised his eyes, glanced at Yaoying with a pair of slender eyebrows, and sneered: "Prince Aling of Haidu is determined to win Princess Wenzhao?"
Yang Qian was startled.
Yuchi Bodhidharma suddenly lifted his cloak, sat up, his long fiery red hair was loose, the corners of his eyes were slanted, and his face was gloomy.
"I'm just worried that I can't explain to Haidu Aling. Princess Wenzhao has just thrown herself into the net. It really takes no effort to get here."
As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded outside the tent, and several guards got out of the corner and rushed towards the tent.
Yang Qian was taken aback, and immediately became furious. He drew his sword to block Yaoying, and pointed the tip of his sword at Yuchi Bodhidharma.
Yuchi Damo looked up at him, his face pale: "Shiro, do you think I have a choice?"
Yang Qian sneered: "You are the lord of the country, and even if you are controlled by others, you should have the dignity of the lord of the country! Could it be that a Lady Yina makes you scared? ?"
Yuchi Damo closed his eyes, speechless.
Several personal guards in the corner gradually gathered around, and the long knife in their hands flickered with cold light.
In the stalemate, Yaoying suddenly clapped her hands and laughed lightly.
"The son-in-law of Yuchi's family is well-deserved."
Yang Qian was stunned and looked back at her.
Yuchi Damo raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils shrank.