The main hall is doing things. The monks sit around the hall and recite the scriptures. There are shadows and Sanskrit sounds.
Tamara is not in the main hall.
Prajna led Yaoying to turn around and walk into a quiet courtyard.
Yao Ying looked around in all directions. The main hall was heavily guarded, the corridor was crowded with people, and the monk soldiers and guards guarded outside the hall on the third floor, which was densely packed.
When the news of Sultan Gu's death came back, Ashina Bisa was "instructed" to go to verify and bring back Sultan Gu's "corpse". Everyone was convinced that Sultan Gu was dead. These days, the princes and ministers were showing their teeth and claws, and their attitudes were getting worse day by day. Arrogant, all the monks and soldiers in the holy city withdrew to the king's temple to frighten the princes and ministers.
It is said that several avenues in the city have been controlled by the Fourth Armies under the command of the family, and there are rumors that the Buddha's son was once again confined to the King's Temple.
There was no news from the Beirong side. No one knew who would win between Wakhan Khan and Haidu Aling. The ministers of the royal court were already busy fighting for power and profits.
Internal and external troubles, full of wind and rain.
In the book, Tamaroka shouldered such a crumbling country by himself, and finally died after running out of oil.
Born a king, he dedicated his life to the royal court.
Yaoying frowned slightly.
Prajna, who led her way, glared at her, coughed twice, and said, "With the king here, the princess doesn't have to worry."
Yaoying looked at him suspiciously.
Prajna's chest was high, and he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes: "The king is resourceful, and he is what the people expect, even if the regent is gone, no one dares to disrespect the king! Princess don't look so sad, princess, don't worry, no matter what happens. What, the princess is from the Wangsi now, and General Xue Yanna dare not do anything to the princess."
Sultan Gu was "dead", and the general Xue Yanna, who had broken into the palace before, made outrageous remarks, threatening to become the new regent, and some foul words were circulated, and the monks in the temple heard about it.
Yaoying hummed and nodded, she was not worried about Xue Yan, but about Tan Moraga.
The two walked through the dark, narrow hallway and into the courtyard.
A tall and straight figure stood in front of the courtyard, looking up at the broken snow falling in front of the eaves, the sky was flying snow, and the courtyard steps were silent.
Prajna motioned to Yaoying to step forward and retreated by herself.
Yaoying pinched the letter sent by Zhu Luyun, walked gently to Tan Moraga's side, leaned forward halfway to look at his face, her hair was loose, and the red and emerald bells were jingling.
A cold gaze swept over, stayed on Yaoying's face for a moment, and quickly moved away.
Like a bird flying across the clear sky, leaving no trace.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be meditating, Yao Ying took two steps forward, directly explained his intention, and handed him the letter: "Master, Princess Beirong sent me a letter."
Tamara took the letter.
"Although I don't know Zhu Luyun, I can be sure that this letter is definitely not from her original intention. I suspect that the person who wrote the letter is either Princess Yiqing, or the minister of Beirong who sent her to the royal court. They want to use me to Approach the Master, or investigate the secrets of the Wang Temple."
Yaoying said slowly, "I want to meet Zhu Luyun and ask her real purpose, in case they take the opportunity to cause trouble."
She is not from the royal court, so she is more suitable to test the Beirong mission and find out the purpose of their mission.
Tan Mo Luo Jia hummed and returned the letter to Yao Ying: "Princess can act cheaply."
Yaoying told him her plan.
After listening to her, Tamaroga nodded.
His eyes were lowered, and he didn't look at Yaoying from beginning to end.
Yaoying heard the cold and distant tone in his tone, blinked her eyes, looked a little dazed, put away the letter, raised her eyes, and stared at him for a long time.
Tanmaraka looked at the silent courtyard without saying a word.
Yao Yingwu's dark and bright eyes were filled with doubts, she couldn't help but stood on tiptoe, wanting to look at Tan Moraga.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her figure swaying, still motionless.
Yaoying stood on her tiptoes and circled around Tamaroka in a small circle, like a lively bird circling around a solemn Buddha statue.
Tamara was still silent.
Yaoying looked puzzled, thought for a while, folded her hands towards him, saluted, and said softly, "I'm disturbing the mage."
When you're done, turn around and leave.
Before walking into the lane, Yaoying turned her head.
Tamara, dressed in a large crimson cassock, stood in the early morning in the early spring when the snow was falling. The color was like a spring dawn, and it was clean and dusty. Several beams of pale blue sky light filled the walls full of blue, pink and gold murals, and the shadow cages cast staggered. On his face, his brows became deeper and deeper.
If he is a secular person, I don't know how many girls will adore him.
Yaoying looked at Tan Moraga in a trance, a black shadow suddenly passed over her head, the eagle chirped from far to near, the goshawk flapped its wings and rushed into the courtyard, landing on a lotus stone pillar in front of her.
The eagle's sharp eyes stared straight at her.
Yaoying smiled and spread her palms towards the goshawk. She didn't bring jerky today.
The goshawk immediately turned his head away from her.
Yaoying laughed angrily: Sure enough, she only recognizes food!
She raised her head while smiling, and was stunned when she met a gaze from the corridor.
Tan Moraga turned around at some point, her blue eyes were clear and light, and she was quietly watching her play with the goshawk.
He may have waited to read the letter that the goshawk had brought back.
Yaoying hurriedly backed away, wrinkled her nose towards Tanmoraga, made a gesture of apology, and left with a smile.
She is taller than when she first came to the royal court, with a graceful back, black hair with braids hanging over her shoulders, and her waist-length hair swaying in the wind.
Tamara turned back to the main room, sat down cross-legged, and turned the rosary with his fingers.
The goshawk flew into the house and landed next to the desk. He let go of the rosary, took off the parchment and glanced at it.
There were rapid footsteps on the other side of the aisle, Yuanjue walked into the house quickly, knelt down on one knee and salute: "Wang, everything is arranged."
A few days ago, he was ordered to rush to Shacheng, and cooperated with Ashina Bisuo to prepare a corpse in advance, so that the killer mistakenly thought that the regent was dead, and then quietly rushed back to the holy city. When the bad news of Sultangu came back, Bi Suo personally went to the scene as the capital of the Central Army, found the corpse, and confirmed the death. He communicated instructions back and forth between the Holy City and the various tribes. He was so busy that he spoke in a hoarse voice.
Tan Mo Luojia rolled up the parchment and said, "You accompany Princess Wenzhao to see Princess Beirong."
Yuanjue was stunned for a moment, and nodded yes.
Tamara picked up a box in the corner of the desk: "Give this back to Princess Wenzhao."
Yuanjue took the box, feeling light and light without a trace of weight, and didn't know what was inside.
"I've seen Princess Beirong, you take Princess Wenzhao to the sand garden."
Yuanjue raised his head suddenly, his eyes were round, and his face was full of disbelief. After a while, he recovered his senses, responded respectfully, put away the box, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Wang, who is that Princess Beirong? Han girl, my subordinates heard from the princess's personal soldiers that Princess Wenzhao was acting for her and the pro-barbarians... If there is a conflict between Princess Wenzhao and Princess Beirong, what should the subordinates do? Do you want to stop them?"
Tan Mo Luojia said indifferently: "Princess Wen Zhao knows what to do."
Yuanjue understood, and withdrew.
Wang thinks that Princess Wenzhao knows the proportions and will not be too outrageous, so as long as the princess does not kill people and set fires, he does not need to intervene.
Tan Moraga watched Yuanjue's blue robe disappear by the door, and opened a scroll of scriptures with slender fingers, his eyes were quiet.
Princess Wenzhao is the Princess of Great Wei, and will eventually return to the Central Plains to be reunited with her brother.
She does not belong to the royal court.
The Moderna girl was just a lie she casually said.
Tamaroka lowered his head and picked up the pen to copy the scriptures.
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When Yuanjue found Yaoying, she had just packed up and was going to a shop selling Persian rugs near Wangsi.
She didn't want to see Zhu Luyun at the Wangsi, and agreed to meet at the shop.
"Yuanjue, where are Ah Qing and the others now?"
Yuanjue replied: "Princess, forgive me, General Ashina and I let Xie Qing and the others follow him around in a big circle in order to lure away the killer. Now that they have entered the city, they can return to the King's Temple at night."
Before going out, Yaoying sat in front of the mirror, melted away her rouge, put her fingertips on the corners of her eyes, and wiped it a few times.
In an instant, a pair of slender and winking eyes dazzled with a faint peach blossom red, as if they had cried bitterly.
In the eyes of uninformed people, Yaoying has been staying in Wang Temple and never left.
From the point of view of the person who sent the killer, Sultan Gu was escorting her to Gaochang on the way back to the royal court. Sultan Gu died in the assassination, and she was rescued by Ashina Bisa back to the royal court. show up.
Although everyone is now convinced that Sultan Gu is dead, and she will not encounter outsiders when she goes out this time, Yao Ying still does not dare to take it lightly.
Yuanjue nodded in appreciation, the princess remembered to continue to cover up at this time, and she should not quarrel with Princess Beirong later.
"By the way, princess, this is what the regent asked me to return to you."
He took out the box.
Yaoying narrowed her eyes, took the box and opened it. Inside was a neatly folded soft handkerchief.
Yuanjue's eyes widened, what the king asked him to hand over to the princess turned out to be a handkerchief
Yaoying smiled and picked up the veil: "I forgot."
Yuanjue looked at the nose and nose at the heart, and said nothing.
After leaving the Wang Temple, there was a loud noise outside the car curtain, Yao Ying opened a slit and looked out a few times.
Dressed in blue shirts and wearing white cloaks on their shoulders, guards with swords stood guard in front of the temple gate. The knights of the four armies stood across the long street, confronting the guards from a distance, and the atmosphere was depressing.
They had bronze talismans and no one stopped them all the way, and they soon arrived in front of the small earth building on the second floor facing the street.
Tamara's birthday is approaching, caravans from all over the world are coming, and the post house close to the king's temple is full of merchants from different places. A few days ago, several avenues were flowing continuously, and the incense wheel was riding, bustling, these two days in the city The situation was tense, businessmen dared not go out, and the long streets were empty.
Yaoying asked her personal soldiers to wait downstairs, and took her fate to the second floor. She sat at the window facing the street and looked downstairs.
Half an hour later, the sound of the wheels rolling over the snow came from downstairs, and a group of Beirong guards came round with a cart.
The carriage entered the yard, the guards lifted the curtain, and a young woman in a mink fur cloak got out of the carriage, raised her head, and looked around.
Upstairs, Yaoying looked at Zhu Luyun standing in the snow, and squeezed the heater with her fingers.
After more than two years, she almost forgot Zhu Luyun's appearance, but after a few glances, she was sure that the woman downstairs was really Zhu Luyun.
Yuanjue stood beside her and reminded her in a low voice: "Princess, Princess Beirong is the messenger of Beirong after all. No matter how wrong you are, you must bear it later."
The corners of Yaoying's lips twitched, noncommittal.
After a while, there was a creaking sound from the stairs, Zhu Luyun's figure appeared on the second floor, and a dozen guards followed her closely, including Hu people and Han people, all with machetes on their waists, with a calm aura.
Yaoying's eyes swept across the faces of the guards.
Zhu Luyun went upstairs, stopped in her footsteps, and looked around nervously for a while, seeing only Yuanjue's personal guard in the room, she breathed a sigh of relief, then cast a glance at Yaoying, looked at her for a moment, her expression was a little dreadful, and forced a smile: "Princess Wen Zhao, stay safe."
Yaoying asked coldly, "What do you want to tell me?"
Zhu Luyun took a few steps forward, "Qiniang, I'm here to compensate you for what happened in the past. Now I'm not Princess Wei anymore. You and I are living abroad and should support each other. I owe Qiniang and want to compensate Qiniang..."
She paused, stood still, and a Han guard behind her immediately gave her a wink, his eyes stern, with a hint of warning.
Zhu Luyun bit her lip and continued to move forward, moving to Yaoying step by step.
"Qiniang's situation is worrying now. I really want to atone for myself, so I invite Qiniang to see her."
Zhu Luyun said a few words and glanced at the Han guards.
The guard continued to wink at her.
Zhu Luyun took a few steps forward, glanced at Yuanjue, changed to Weijun dialect, and continued: "Qiniang, the truth is, my aunt, Princess Yiqing, married the official of Beirong as his wife. My uncle holds an important position and can speak very well in Beirong Yating. My aunt heard that Qiniang was married for me and was exiled to the royal court. She was furious and pity. You are so young, you have to endure this pain."
"My aunt obeyed my aunt's advice, and she was the only lady in the tent. I went to my aunt and lived very smoothly. I often thought of Qi Niang, and I felt uneasy and couldn't sleep at night. My aunt said that the situation of Qi Niang was very similar to her back then. She Seeing that Qiniang is living in the royal court, I really can't just sit back and watch."
Zhu Luyun rambled on and said sincerely, "Qiniang, I'm here to save you."
Yaoying looked at her, the corners of her mouth twitched, as if moved by her.
Zhu Luyun breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to pat Yaoying's hand on the back, but before she touched her hand, a bright and cold light flashed in front of her.
In the blink of an eye, Yaoying stepped forward, grabbed Zhu Luyun, and a dagger slipped out of her palm.
The cold dagger kissed from the cheek, Zhu Luyun was horrified and screamed.
Yaoying dragged her, the dagger stuck to her face, and said lightly: "Princess Fukang, calm down, this dagger has passed the edge."
Zhu Luyun's face was pale and her whole body was trembling.
The accident happened suddenly, and everyone was caught off guard and stunned.
Both sides were on guard against each other's personal soldiers. Who would have thought that Princess Wen Zhao, who was beautiful and delicate, with tears in her eyes and pale complexion, would suddenly burst into flames and hold Zhu Luyun by herself
Zhu Luyun's bodyguard stayed for a long time, and when he reacted, he flew forward, and Yuanjue also reacted. He drew out his long knife and slammed the back of the sword heavily on the guard's back.
At the same time, upstairs and downstairs shouted everywhere, and the guards who were ambushed in the corner rushed out at the same time, waving sticks and rushed towards the guards brought by Zhu Luyun. Throw it to a different room guard.
"We are the Beirong Mission..."
The guards roared, and the guards took out a few balls of sackcloth and stuffed them into their mouths, blocking the roar back.
Yuanjue stared blankly at Yaoying's personal soldiers dragging away Zhu Luyun's personal guards, her mouth couldn't close for a long time.