Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Chapter 92: sleep

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The mountains rise and fall one after another, the moon is bright for thousands of miles, the ground is clear and bright, and the four fields are silent.

Yaoying approached Tanmaraga step by step.

The moonlight is like a veil, and the snow light is cold and clear. She walks between the moonlight and the snow light, with a pair of bright black eyes, which seems to be glittering with the brilliance flowing down from the splendid Milky Way.

The night wind blew off her fox fur hood, and her long hair, which was braided, fell loose, and a thin layer of flying snow condensed into water droplets between the hair.

Tamaroga lowered her eyes and looked at the dark mountain road.

Did she climb up alone

The sound of footsteps was getting closer, Yaoying walked up to Tamaroka, raised her face, her nose was red, and her eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved.

"General Su, Yuanjue sent me down the mountain. He just walked off on his front feet. My horse suddenly turned around and ran back. Looking for the general, please take me in."

She was earnest and authentic in every word, her eyes were sincere, but her tone revealed a sly slyness.

It sounded a bit coquettish.

Because of trust, so righteous.

Tamara Raja looked up at her.

Yaoying stood in front of him and continued, "By the way, I sent Xie Qing and the others away. Now there is no one at the foot of the mountain. If the general doesn't take me in, I can only go back to the holy city alone." "General, although General Ashina has lured away all the killers, there will still be people ambushed in the post houses of various towns and tribes. The general is alone and seriously injured, which will inevitably lead to suspicion. It is better to take me with you, so that you can hide your eyes and ears. ."

Yuanjue asked her and her personal soldiers to stay outside the sand city. She felt that this was inappropriate. If the killer found out that her team had not entered the city, she might suspect that Sultan Gu was still outside the city. She had already told Xie Qing and the others to leave.

Tamara was silent, his eyes swept across Yaoying's red cheeks from the cold, and looked at the dangerous rocks under the snowdrifts.

Yaoying held her breath and stared at him without blinking.

After a long while, Tamara Ka nodded slightly.

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the bonfire had gone out, lowered her head and opened the blue-earth animal pattern brocade bag stuffed with bulging waists, took out the scythe, flint, and tinder, and crouched beside the fire, trying to rekindle the bonfire.

The night wind whistled, she took the scythe in her hand, found a place to shelter from the wind, and gently struck the flint one by one patiently, the red and emeralds on her braided hair trembled.

The sound of the beating reverberated in the still night.

Tan Mo Luojia stared at Yao Ying's top of her hair, sat down cross-legged, and reached out to her.

Yaoying immediately put the scythe and flint into his palm, got up and moved to his side, helped him to block the wind, and put her arm on his arm.

As she got closer, she was shivering slightly in the cold wind and snow.

She is afraid of cold.

Tamaroka flicked his fingers, and the scythe and flint collided, and the splashed sparks ignited the small sulphur-coated wood chips.

Yaoying hurriedly added some wood chips to the tinder, and when the bright yellow flames burst out, she let out a breath, wiped her hands, and rummaged in the brocade bag for a while. She found a few bottles of wound medicine and handed it to Tamara.

"These are all medicines for wounds, the general will see if there are any that can cure stab wounds..."

After he finished speaking, he took out a folded mink fur cloak, unfolded it, and draped it over Tamara's shoulders.

Tan Moraga sat cross-legged, with her shoulders straight and her back straight, sitting gracefully, Yaoying had to stand up to put on his cloak.

The cloak fell to his shoulders, and Tamara was startled.

Yaoying winked at him and continued to tidy up his cloak for him. She leaned closer, stretched her slender fingers under his chin, and tied the tie for him until he was completely wrapped in the cloak. , clapping hands with satisfaction.

"The general's cloak is for me to keep warm. The clothes on my body are thin and the wind is strong on the mountain. You are injured again, so you should wear more."

A thick cloak was wrapped around his body, blocking the biting night wind. The bonfire was burning, and the whole body slowly warmed up. Tan Mo Luojia held the medicine handed by Yaoying, brows slightly moved, and for a while, his eyes fell on him. on her.

Yaoying got up and walked away quickly. After a while, she brought a pile of wound medicine, warm blankets, leather ropes, iron nails and dry food from the horse's back. The small, open simple felt tent continued to add wood chips to the bonfire, and with open cold hands, he approached the fire for warmth.

The one-person-high felt tent blocked the cold wind behind her, and the bonfire burned even more vigorously. The beating warm yellow fire reflected on her face, her cheeks were condensed, and her profile was soft.

After baking for a while, Yaoying withdrew her hot hands, rubbed the backs of her hands, tapped her frozen legs, broke apart a piece of hard naan and placed it on the bonfire, and boiled the soup in a small clay pot.

After being busy for a while, she sensed Tamara's gaze and looked up at him.

"Am I arguing that the general is adjusting his breath?"

As if afraid of disturbing him, she kept her voice low.

Tamara shook his head.

Yao Ying smiled and said: "General, please feel at ease, don't worry about me, I brought a blanket and food. There is a tonic soup in the jar. When it's ready, I wake up the general, and I asked Yuanjue, The general can drink some tonic soup."

Tamara closed his eyes.

Yaoying sat beside him, resting her cheeks in her hands, staring at him quietly.

She asked for the cloak and flint and fire sickle from Xie Qing.

Yuanjue sent her down the mountain, and she persuaded Yuanjue not to worry about herself, but to do his important tasks first. Yuanjue's brain was tense, and she insisted on sending her down the mountain, and did not leave alone until she was sent back to Xie Qing.

The body on the mountain road has been buried by the guards. Bi Suo took away most of the personal soldiers. Xie Qing stayed and waited for Yaoying.

Yaoying was worried that the seriously injured Sultan Gu would stay on the mountain alone, and asked Xie Qing to catch up with Bi Su, forged the illusion that she was accompanying her, found some clothes, dry food, wound medicine and leather rope for setting up a tent, and returned alone.

The joke of the mount running back in fright is a joke.

For many nights, Sultan quietly guarded her. Now that Sultan was injured, he had to hide his traces. She was one of the few people who knew that he was injured and would not leak his secrets, so she should stay and guard him.

The bonfire burns quietly.

Yaoying was afraid of catching a cold, so she wrapped herself in layers of blankets, like a round ball of fur, guarding Tamaroka.

The night was dark, and she was exhausted physically and mentally. She couldn't help dozing off. Little by little, her head suddenly woke up, and she immediately looked at Tamaroka.

He sits still.

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to doze off. She suddenly woke up when she heard the people around her gasping violently, and rushed to Tan Moraga's side.

Tan Moraga's lips were pale, his shoulders were trembling slightly, and he was opening a medicine bottle with trembling, and his breath was disordered.

Yaoying grabbed the medicine bottle, pulled the stopper, poured out the pill, and brought it to Tan Moraga's lips. She frowned and asked, "Why didn't the general wake me up?"

Tamara took the medicine and felt her soft finger pads rub against her lips, a strange feeling surged in her heart and she retreated.

Yaoying looked at him with two eyes.

Tamara closed his eyes to adjust his breath, and after an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes again, he immediately met a serious gaze.

Yaoying pursed her lips lightly, her body was wrapped in layers of blankets, she wore a pointed felt hat on her head, and a warm animal skin around her neck, like a solemn Buddhist pagoda. She stared at him coldly with a focused expression.

I don't know how long she stared at him, and the circles of her eyes were slightly red.

Seeing him open his eyes, Yaoying's eyes narrowed, with a hint of questioning.

Tamara remembered what happened just now, thought about it, and said softly: "If I have another attack, I will wake up the princess and ask the princess for help."

Yaoying's expression softened and she nodded: "General don't be alone next to him, you must wake me up."

She nodded, and the felt hat trembled, like a stupa shaking before her eyes.

As if there was a passing cloud, the lake reflected a glimpse, and all the terrifying scenes in the illusion faded away, leaving only a cluster of warm bonfires and a small felt tent with several leaks. The sky was clear and the spirit platform was bright and clean.

Tamara closed his eyes.

Yaoying got his assurance, but she still didn't dare to sleep, so she cheered up, looked at the medicinal soup in the bonfire, heard the sound of gurgling boiling, opened the lid and smelled it.

Tamara's body flickered.

Yaoying looked up at him, her eyes widened, she quickly opened the lid, grabbed her body, and hugged him before he fell.

Tamara was hot, even through the thick cloak, Yaoying could feel it.

She untied the tie around his neck, poked her fingers in, and touched his neck, sweat on her hands.

"Do you want to take medicine again?"

Yaoying asked distressedly, reaching for the medicine bottle.

Tamara shivered all over, and her voice was intermittent: "No...it's the poison from the wound..."

Yaoying frowned, and her hands trembled along with Tan Moraga: "Then what should I do? How can I make you feel better?"

Yuanjue mentioned to her that the killer's sharp blade was poisoned, and he had taken antidote to save his life, but the poison would still erupt.

The sweat on the underside of Tamara's neck seemed to have been pulled out of the water, and his lips were eerily red.

"I'm fine... The princess doesn't have to be afraid..." He frowned and said in a low voice, "Just get through it."

Yaoying was stunned.

Worried that she was afraid of panic, he was reassuring her.

When going down the mountain, Yaoying asked Yuanjue: "When the Regent was injured, was he alone?"

Yuanjue nodded and whispered, "When the regent shows signs that he can't suppress the exercises, we have only one solution: keep the medicine and stay away from him, the farther the better."

Yaoying looked back at the mountains where the wind was blowing recklessly, and his lonely back appeared in front of her eyes.

Carrying the name of bloodthirsty, he is a loner, he is cursed with disgust, and he is still alone when he is wounded.

Staying away from him is good for everyone.

So what should he do

The body in his arms is tall and straight, usually standing there, like a towering mountain, full of tension, making people feel at ease.

At this moment, he was hot all over and shivered for a while, and he still remembered to comfort her with a calm tone, as if he didn't care about his own life and death at all.

Yaoying's heart quivered, her eyes were wet, she put down Tanmaraga lightly, and let him lie on the spread out blanket. She had just moved the bonfire, and the pile of stones under the blanket was dry and warm.

"I'm not afraid, General Su."

Yaoying wringed a dry cloth to wipe off the sweat for Tamara, trying not to touch his chin and wounds on his body.

"I'm just worried about you."

Tamara was lying beside the bonfire, looking at her with a bit of wetness in her blue eyes, and after a while, she closed her eyes wearily.

Yaoying then wiped his sweat, seeing that he was soaking wet, and carefully unbuttoned his clothes.

The skin that entered the eyes was a touch of wheat color, firm and firm, with a rich luster, broad shoulders and back, clear texture lines, a thin layer of sweat on the body, wet and oily, and it was hot wherever it was accidentally touched.

Looking further down, the gauze wrapped around the wound had blood oozing out.

Yaoying shook her head for a moment, quickly took off Tamaroka's clothes, applied medicine for him again, put on the clothes she brought for him, put on a brocade robe, and then picked up the felt blanket and pressed it on top of him.

Yaoying has taken care of the injured Xie Qing, and knows how to change the medicine for the injured person.

Tamaroka passed out.

Yaoying leaned over and touched his forehead and neck, feeling that he was not so hot, he let out a long breath, and inadvertently ran his fingers across the scars on his face, the scars were rough.

Tamaroka moved a bit, frowning.

Yaoying retracted her hand and pressed the cloth towel beside his cheek gently with gentle movements.

The night wind slapped the felt tent, and the bonfire crackled from time to time.

Yao Ying didn't know how long she had been guarding her, her mind was tired, her eyelids were tightly glued together, she struggled to raise her eyes, regained consciousness, and reached out to probe Tan Mo Luojia's forehead. She lay down beside the felt blanket and closed her eyes. rest.

The cold wind rushed into the felt tent, blowing on her body, and it was cold to the bones. Yaoying was conscious, she groped and pulled a blanket over her body and fell asleep.

In the second half of the night, the sense of dryness and heat faded away, and a piercing pain rolled through the limbs and bones, and Tamaroka's body felt cold, and the body seemed to keep falling, the deeper it fell, and it slowly sank into ten thousand years of immortality. in the ice layer.

The surroundings suddenly became dark, the ghosts were grinning, the swords and swords were forests, corpses were everywhere, and the fortified iron walls stretched for thousands of miles.

He knew that the illusion was fake, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the warmth around him. He didn't know what he was holding. The touch was soft and creamy, as smooth and soft as daigo, and there was a faint sweet fragrance.

Tamara's consciousness was chaotic, her arms tightened tightly, and she carefully folded the warmth and softness into her arms, so that she would not be frightened by the green-faced and fang-like ghosts around her.

Soft wriggled a few times in his arms, he tightened his arms, his arms firmly suppressed her, the ghosts retreated, the black smoke faded, and a little bit of warmth came over him, his heart was peaceful, and he fell into sleep. among.

The next day, the sky was slightly exposed to fish maw white.

Mist clouds lingered in the valleys, and the snow filled the air.

A thin layer of ice formed outside the felt tent, and the morning light broke through the clouds and poured down, and the ice reflected a dazzling light.

Tamara opened his eyes slowly, his blue eyes stared at the felt tent above his head, gradually sober, raised his hand, and was about to get up when a strange soft and greasy touch came from his palm.

He raised his brows, regained his senses, lowered his eyes, and saw Yaoying's dark and shiny top of hair resting on his shoulders.

Layers of blankets were stacked to block the cold wind. He was lying in the tent, and she was curled up in his arms, facing him sideways. Her cheeks were flushed, her black hair was loose, and the colorful strands of her hair were hanging loosely. Scattered blue silk was entangled between his arms and palms, entangled.

She was still asleep, breathing evenly, holding a cloth tightly in her right hand.

Tamara remembered the scene before he fell asleep last night, his two thick eyebrows were slightly twisted, and he retracted his arms.

Yaoying snorted in her dream.

Tamara stopped, seeing that she was not awake, slowly let go of her, covered her with a fleece blanket, pressed the corners of the quilt, and got up and walked out of the felt tent.

The morning wind blows away the clouds and mist, standing on the cliff and looking around, there are no clouds in thousands of miles, and the sun is shining.

The author has something to say: Push a friend's fantasy text: Mrs. Tu Mi's "My Supermarket Links Modern and Ancient"

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Yun Chu, whose career and love were at a low point, inherited his own very ordinary small supermarket with an escape mentality.

However, on the first day of becoming a supermarket owner, she discovered that her supermarket was not ordinary at all.

- Every late night, a wooden door will appear in the supermarket out of thin air, and then guests wearing clothes of different dynasties will continue to visit.

—The little girl who was sold by her parents at the price of two buckets of rice, devoured a piece of bread given by Yun Chu, drank AD calcium milk, hugged her leg and cried on the spot, saying she wanted to be her maid.

- The soldiers of the Republic of China who are about to go to the battlefield took out their precious watches and wanted to change the rice and noodles here in Yunchu to give their comrades a full meal.

—The ancient young daughter-in-law who was raped by the domestic violence took Yun Chu to tears, drinking Coke and saying that she would jump into the river if she couldn’t live, while shouting for another bottle... —A general who was treated by her, but gave it to her. Be a door god bodyguard...

Yun Chu: ... I just want to be an ordinary supermarket owner!

Looking at the marshal of the Republic of China who pushed open the wooden door and entered aggressively, Yun Chu took the hand of a certain god who drew his sword and shouted:

"Calm down, you are peers!"

A certain door god: "Huh?"