In the blue sky, the snow peaks towered into the clouds, the silver radiance was shining, the ravines were deep, the city was hidden at the foot of the mountain, and a few light blue smokes rose.
The air is crisp.
Tan Moraga exercised his energy and adjusted his breath on the edge of the cliff, and stood for a long time, hunting with the wind blowing his clothes and robes. He lowered his head and found himself wearing a long brocade robe with light blue lapels and fringed edges, with wide trumpet-shaped sleeves, the wind blowing, and the pleats like rippling water waves.
These are not his clothes.
The body was dry and comfortable, there was no sticky feeling of ointment, pus and blood at the wound, and the inner shirt was changed.
Last night, when it was hot and cold, and when he was not feeling well, a pair of warm and soft hands came from time to time to wipe away the sweat for him.
It's like being in the Gion Jingya, quiet and elegant, and the nose seems to have a fragrance lingering.
Later, the warm sweet fragrance was drawn into his arms.
Tamara stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands clasped together.
Suddenly there was a series of rapid footsteps behind him.
Tamara turned back.
The felt blankets stacked in front of the felt tent were pushed away, and Yaoying rushed out from the inside, her braided hair was draped over her shoulders, her clothes were messy, her front was full of folds, her snow-white cheeks showed a faint blush, her eyes were sleepy, and she leaned forward. The corners of her eyes were a touch of delicate light red, like Begonia sleeping in spring.
She looked anxious and looked around, as if looking for something.
Tamaroka turned and walked towards her, her blue eyes looking straight at her and her eyes.
Yaoying's eyes settled on him, she rubbed her eyes to make sure he didn't leave quietly, and let out a breath.
The morning light poured down, and Tamara stared at Yaoying.
Forcing her to sleep in the same bed as him, even though it was a move under the hood, it also offended her.
Yaoying also looked at Tan Mo Luojia, there was no blame, flinch, questioning or fear on her face, nor was she shy, her braided hair was loose, and the corners of her eyes were wet.
He braided his hair, turned his head and pointed to the clay pot buried by the bonfire to keep warm, "General, remember to drink some medicinal soup and eat something."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the felt tent, took off his boots, picked up the blanket and covered him with a bang, and smashed himself into the soft felt blanket.
Last night, Tamara held her hand tightly, she couldn't move, she could only lean on his arm to sleep, half-dream and half-awake, she still remembered not to touch his wound. pain.
After a long while, Yaoying's breathing was steady, and she fell asleep again.
Tamara:…
She didn't seem to care at all.
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Yaoying woke up after only a fragrant morning light. This time, she could toss and turn in the warm felt blanket and slept very comfortably.
Chenfeng slapped the felt tent, she opened her eyes, fully awake, got up, put on her cloak, and stepped out of the felt tent.
Tanmaraka sat cross-legged by the bonfire, closed his eyes and entered meditation, and there was a vague tension all over his body.
The medicinal soup in the pot is empty.
Yaoying didn't dare to disturb him, she lightly cleaned up the clothes she took off him last night, folded the felt blanket, ate some dry food, found the mount she had taken to a sheltered place last night, and fed it a few pieces of grass. Cakes, pack your bags.
After finishing her work, she returned to the pile of strange rocks, sat under another boulder, and raised her eyes to take a look at Tanmaraga after a while.
His eyes were closed, his face was calm, and fine beads of sweat slowly appeared on his forehead.
Yaoying stared at him in a trance, and she didn't know how long she had watched. There were a few distant chirps from high in the sky, and an agile figure of a goshawk appeared in the blue sky.
She stood up to meet her, the goshawk flapped its wings and swooped down, glanced at her with sharp eagle eyes, and showed no sign of stopping, and headed straight for Tamaroka.
Yaoying was afraid that it would disturb Tamara, so she quickly took out the prepared jerky.
The goshawk flapped its wings and landed on a protruding rock beside her. Its sharp claws made a few marks, fiercely pecked her arm, and picked up the jerky.
Yaoying looked down at her sleeves, shook her head and laughed, took the opportunity to untie the cloth strips tied to the goshawk's claws, and returned to the strange rock.
After a while, Tamara slowly opened his eyes.
Yaoying immediately handed over the cloth strip.
Tanmaraka didn't ask anything, he stretched out his hand to take it, took a closer look, and threw the cloth into the bonfire.
He pondered for a moment, looked up at the clear sky above his head, estimated the time, and said, "Go down the mountain and enter the city before dark."
Yaoying agreed, got up to pack her things, and when she put away the tight leather rope, with a swish, the leather rope bounced down like a sharp arrow and was drawn on the back of her left hand.
Snapped!
Even with warm animal skin gloves on her hands, Yaoying gasped in pain, shook her hands, and continued to work.
There was a soft sound of boots landing from far to near, and Tamara came over.
Yaoying raised her head.
Tamara took away the brocade bag in her hand and motioned her to raise her hand.
Yaoying reacted and waved her hand nonchalantly.
Tan Moraga frowned slightly, "Princess, raise your hand."
This sound was very gentle, but it carried a somewhat indistinguishable momentum, a kind of innate coercion.
Yaoying had to raise her hand.
Tamaroga lowered her eyes and gently took off the animal skin cover on her hand with her fingers.
Yaoying's suet-like back has a swollen blue-purple print on the back of her hand. The slender hands and fingertips are pink with peach petals, and the print looks even more shocking.
His movements were light, and when the leather case rubbed the swollen area, Yaoying was still breathing in pain.
She didn't expect to be hurt like this with gloves on.
Tan Moraga let go of Yaoying's hand, took the wound medicine, and handed it to her.
Yaoying didn't take the medicine, she raised her left hand horizontally, and stretched out her right hand, which was not injured, and shook it in front of his eyes.
Tamara was slightly startled.
Yaoying continued to shake his hand at him and said, "General, help me pick it up."
Tamaroka understood and helped her take off the glove on her right hand and opened the medicine box.
Yaoying came up to him, dug out a piece of ointment the size of a copper coin from the medicine box in his palm and smeared it on the back of his hand, hissed and inhaled softly, and whispered softly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, apply the medicine, and it will take a while. Enough."
She comforted herself in a low voice, applied the medicine, raised her head, and found that Tan Moraga had been looking at her, her blue eyes were deep and deep.
Seeing her look up, he looked away.
Yaoying didn't think much, she raised her hand, went around to Tan Moraga, stretched her hands in front of him, her long eyelashes fluttered: "General, I've applied the medicine, then help me put on gloves."
His tone was light and playful, with a natural intimacy that he knew he would not refuse.
Does she care about what happened last night as she treats him as Sultan
He should explain it to her.
Tamara remained silent, put away the ointment, and helped Yaoying put on the right glove first, and then the left hand. The movements were more gentle than before, and she did not touch her skin the whole time.
Yaoying was motionless and stood in front of him obediently.
"I offended the princess last night."
Tamaroka helped her put on the gloves and said softly.
Yao Ying was blowing into the wound with her head lowered into the gap of her glove. After hearing this, she raised her head, raised her eyebrows and waved her hands, "It's okay, the general is unintentional. I also offended the general when I dispensed medicine last time."
When he first hugged her, she struggled a few times, but later found that he didn't do anything else, and there was nothing unusual on his body, probably just regarded her as a cool pillow.
Yao Ying's eyes are dark and bright, and she is smiling, obviously she doesn't mind what happened last night.
Tan Mo Luojia's eyes met her, and suddenly said: "Princess don't have to be impatient, although the wound is shallow, you still need to be careful."
Yaoying stayed for a while.
Tamaroka motioned her to wait under the snowdrifts, "The princess has helped me a lot, and I won't leave the princess alone."
After getting his assurance, Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that he would hide and heal himself without saying a word. What if he couldn't survive it like last night
She thought about it, and helped pick up rubble to bury the bonfire.
"My injury is nothing compared to the general's. I can help the general clean up."
A hand wearing black leather gloves reached out and took the small stone in Yaoying's palm.
"I have martial arts skills, and the princess is different." Tan Moraga said softly, her tone was gentle, but there was no doubt, "I'll come."
Yaoying looked up at his face, saw that his eyes were bright, the color of his lips had recovered, and his words were not as weak as last night, and nodded.
The road on the mountain is rough. Last night, when Yaoying went back alone, it was dark again. She couldn't bring an empty saddle horse, and only rode a horse on the mountain. When things were packed up, the saddle was full, and a bundle of felt blankets was piled up on the horse's back.
Jianma let out a few dissatisfied snorts.
Yaoying pulled the reins, comforted the mount gently, and fed it fruit.
Tamara packed up, walked over, and before she spoke, Yaoying sat on the saddle with his arm, and shook her left hand towards him.
She had a wound on the back of her hand and couldn't hold the reins tightly.
Thammaraja rolled over and sat behind her, pulling the reins.
The horse spread its hooves and walked slowly, leaving a winding hoof print on the snow.
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When we got to the bottom of the mountain, the mountain road was empty, and there was a fresh white snow.
Jianma walked a mile and walked onto the avenue leading to the nearest town. A caravan had just passed by, and there were neat camel hoof prints on the road.
Tamara asked about Yaoying's personal soldiers.
Yaoying hurriedly said, "Don't worry, General, they followed General Ashina and went back to the Holy City. Only I know that the General did not return to the city."
She trusted her own soldiers, but they were not from Wang Ting after all, so Yuanjue and Bi Suo would definitely be worried if they were involved.
The snow field was vast, and the wind reverberated. Yaoying was afraid that Tan Mo Luojia would not hear her answer, so she always raised her head to look at him when she spoke.
The felt hat rubbed against his chin from time to time, and it was fluffy.
Tamara did not ask any further questions.
The closer to the town, the road gradually became crowded. Hu merchants in thick cloaks and pointed hats rode horses, camels, surrounded by carts full of goods, and herdsmen in leather jackets drove cattle and sheep. , the bells of camels, the moo of cattle and sheep, and the melodious sound of pipa from horsebacks converge in one place. Although the road is barren, the wind and snow are all over the sky, and the mountains stand tall, it is full of fireworks.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and the soldiers in leather armor galloped past on horseback, the scimitars around their waists gleaming with cold light.
Yaoying remained calm, wrapped the veil on her face tightly, and looked up at Tamara. He was wearing a headscarf that could cover his face, and his face was thickly covered, only revealing a pair of blue eyes.
The two dismounted, led the horse, mixed into the team entering the city, and approached the city gate.
This town is not big, the city seems to stretch for only two or three miles, and the city wall is not tall, just a yellow earth wall with peeling mud. It is the safest town to trade goods within a radius of 100 miles, so there are many caravans and herdsmen waiting to enter the city.
Figures swayed in front of the city gate, and soldiers were checking all those who entered the city. The team moved slowly, and the tail of the team was always lined up for half a mile.
A businessman with two beards under his nose complained loudly: "There has been a murderer in the Holy City recently, and they are being searched every day. Today, we have to wait until the afternoon to enter the city!"
Others echoed: "No, not only outside the city is strictly checked, but also inside the city. Anyone who travels alone will be caught in the dungeon and locked up!"
"This kind of weather entered the dungeon, and it froze after one night!"
Another Hu Shang sneered a few times and said, "They are investigating so strictly, not for extortion!"
Yaoying's heart moved, she got closer and listened to the businessmen talking, the more she listened, the tighter her brows became.
Bi Suo attracted a large number of killers, and the soldiers along the way did not stop to search the pedestrians passing by the caravan. Although they were probably just as Hu Shang said, they just used the search as an excuse to extort Hu Shang and seek benefits, they still could not take it lightly.
Yaoying retreated to the side of the mount, and looked at Tan Moraga next to her.
"These soldiers should be aimed at the general. The murderers I heard from the businessmen are similar to the general."
Yaoying said in a low voice.
Wang Ting issued an edict to arrest the murderer, but did not dare to blatantly reveal the most conspicuous features of Sultangu. He only mentioned his stature and age, which were almost the same as those of Sultangu.
"Although these people are not the general's opponents, let's not conflict with them, lest anything happen to Bi Suo." Yaoying lowered her head and pulled out a few pieces of parchment with stamps from the brocade bag, "This is We can pretend to be merchants and enter the city because of the documents run by the caravan Lao Qi.”
She brought these parchments from Wang Ting to Gaochang, and brought them back from Gaochang, just for this kind of time.
"What do you think of this idea, General?"
Yaoying asked.
Tamaroka nodded at her.
If he was alone, he could wait until it was dark before entering the city, but now with her by his side, it is not advisable to take risks.
In the scolding of the Hu merchants, the team moved slowly, and finally it was Yaoying and Tanmoraga's turn to enter the city.
"My name is Akbayan, I came from Yangma City."
Yaoying handed over the parchment, and naturally hooked the arm of Tamaroka beside him and leaned against him.
"He is my husband."
Tamara's eyes flashed slightly.
Yaoying felt his surprise, stunned for a moment, raised her head to meet his eyes, didn't he understand just now? The idea she said was to pretend to be a couple who sold blankets!
Tamaroka looked away.
After reading the parchment, the soldiers immediately became more polite, but they still checked the felt cloth bag on the horse's back.
Yaoying handed over a small bag of Persian silver coins.
The soldier took the bag and weighed it with a smile on his face, and immediately let go.
Yaoying thanked the soldiers and dragged Tamara into the city.
Tan Moraga lowered her eyes, glanced at the hand she was hooking on her arm, and said nothing.
The two entered the city gate, and there was a team going out of the city. A few tyrants came out carrying a sedan chair, surrounded by servants, the soft curtain was blown by the wind, and a beautiful face flashed by.
Seeing the familiar face, Yaoying stiffened.
Why did Zhu Luyun appear here
Shouldn't she be in Chang'an
The team passed in front of Yaoying.
The author has something to say: Ah, I suddenly found that the nutrient solution is much better, I really thank every little angel who feeds and irrigates, (wearing a mask) hugs everyone, a big MUA~