The cigarette curled up in the empty Zen room.

Across the dark blue smoke, Yaoying and Tamaraga met each other and looked at each other for a moment. She was in a trance, not knowing why, a strange feeling filled her heart.

Tamara Gha is indifferent and cold, without a trace of smoke, such eyes do not belong to him.

"King."

Bi Suo saluted Tamaragarh to break the silence, "Princess Wen Zhao is fine."

Yaoying returned to her senses, her eyebrows were slightly bent, and she smiled at Tamara Gha, and signaled that she was okay.

When the monks came to find her, she was out of danger.

Her eyes are big and slender. When she is not smiling, Gu Panjian is already radiant. She smiled slightly, and the corners of her eyes turned up slightly, as if the breeze was coming, and under the snow-capped peaks, thousands of trees and peaches and apricots were in full bloom, and the spring was blooming at first.

The winter in the Royal Court is cold and long, and when the spring flowers bloom, it is also so brilliant.

Tamaraga looked away, his gaze fell on the long case, a volume of scriptures was open, and the golden handwriting on the paper pages had just been built.

In the silence, there was a rush of footsteps outside the Zen room, Yuanjue clasped his fists outside the door and said: "Wang, everyone has caught it, a lot of them."

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since everyone has been caught, I will go back first, so that the wizard and general will not be disturbed."

Tamaraga and Bi Suo must interrogate who ordered the guards. She has escaped and can go back to the yard to wait for news.

She turned and went out.

"The princess stayed."

Yaoying turned her head, Tamara Gha, who had just kept her aloud, didn't look at her, and said to Bi Su, "Since you are your subordinate, you will interrogate it yourself."

Bi Suo was stunned, respectfully responding, took a deep look at Yaoying, stepped out, walked down the steps, and glanced back at the meditation room.

Yaoying was still standing by the door, her fingers gripping the white robe he had put on her, her eyelashes flickered, looking a little at a loss.

Tamaraga walked towards her step by step.

Yaoying raised her head to look up at him, and took a step back unconsciously.

Yuanjue put down the felt curtain, and the golden curly grass pattern floated and flowed, blocking Bi Suo's sight.

The expression on Bi Suo's face was complicated, after a while, he walked away quickly.

The felt curtain fell, and the meditation room sank into a dark, cold fragrance.

Tamaraga approached Yaoying, and the gaze that fell on her was like a touch of moonlight in the quiet night, deep and quiet, gentle and cold, not too aggressive, but it contained an unquestionable force, as if it could penetrate all of her Mind, always see the deepest part of her heart.

Such Tamaraga made Yaoying feel a little breathless, she looked at him, and subconsciously tightened her back.

Tan Moroga looked down at her, his gaze flicked over her scattered hair.

She loves to be beautiful, and she never forgets to take a photo of her face on the ice on the snow-capped mountains, and she keeps everything clean every day.

If she didn't live out of this territories thousands of miles away, she should be a carefree little lady with relatives.

"Are there any injuries?" he asked softly.

It's okay for him not to ask. With this question, Yaoying immediately felt a faint pain in her shoulder and neck. Just now, the guard chased her, grabbed her shoulder, and dragged her for a long way.

Tamara Gha did not miss the pain that flashed on her face, and a little bit of her chin signaled her to sit on the side of the case.

He returned to gentleness, Yaoying relaxed, walked to the long desk, sat down cross-legged, and glanced at the scriptures on the desk curiously to see that the handwriting was handwritten by him.

Tamaraga stood behind her and leaned over.

A scent of cold fragrance approached, Yaoying was taken aback, and then realized that he was looking at the scar on her neck, lowered her head, and gathered her loose braids.

"Did you scratch it?"

Yaoying couldn't see the back of her neck, turned her head and asked Tan Moroga, her eyes were clear, her eyes were full of trust, a kind of closeness and admiration similar to her elders.

When others look at him, there is love, admiration, fanaticism, and reverence in their eyes.

Her gaze was not as fanatical as the others, there seemed to be something that no one else didn't, and he couldn't say it.

With a hum, Tamara Gamma looked at the nape of Yaoying's neck.

There were several bruise fingerprints on the snow-white skin, and the skin was like fat. The fingerprints looked shocking, extending from the neck to the placket, and one could imagine that she was once brutally strangled and dragged between the neck.

Tamara Gha turned and walked away, and soon returned with a gilt clam box in his hand and placed it on the case.

Yaoying thanked him, picked up the clam box, tucked her hair to one side, turned her head and tried to apply medicine to herself. After spending a long time, she didn't know if she wiped the right seat, her neck was hot, and she made hers from time to time. Inhale with pain.

After a long while, a breeze swept across.

Tamara Gha sat next to her, swept the sleeves of her robes, took the clam box in her hand, leaned over, raised her hand, and unzipped her white robe with her slender fingers.

Yaoying raised her head in surprise, her neck twisted, and she let out a cry of pain.

"do not move."

Tamara Gya whispered, took off Yaoying's white robe and threw it on one of the carpets, and opened her lap with her fingers.

As he expected, the scar on his neck was only bruise, and there were a few deeper fingerprints on his shoulders, slightly bleeding.

She couldn't see the wound clearly, and most of the medicine just applied was applied to the intact place.

Tamara Gaya said in disrespect, pulled Yaoying away slightly, took out a veil to cover her skin without fingerprints, took the ointment with her fingers, and applied the medicine to her, without squinting her eyes, her breath was steady.

Yaoying lowered her head to facilitate his movements.

"What does the mage want me to stay for?"

She asked.

Tamara Gha was silent.

Getting closer, his breath is still faint, if there is nothing.

Yaoying raised her eyes to look at him. From the side, his eyebrows were plump and plump, with clear outlines. There was a layer of shallow hair stubble on top of his head, which looked like shallow green lotus roots, which looked a bit pierced.

She couldn't help being distracted, and wondering if it really felt like a lotus stem.

Immediately, she shivered: Sin, sin, she didn't dare to touch Buddha's head, Prajna would be mad.

After thinking about it, a sense of fatigue suddenly came, and her consciousness gradually became dim, Yaoying shook her head gently, forcing herself to cheer up, and slowly tell her what happened just now.

Tamara Gha left her, probably because he wanted to ask her about the guards.

"General Ashina talked to me about questioning the soldiers yesterday. Someone must have disclosed their whereabouts before, and the regent will only fall asleep. A Qing and the others came back last night. I asked them carefully. There should be nothing wrong with them. ."

"The person who leaked the news was probably from the Holy City. I was going to tell the general. So when the guards came to the door with the bronze talisman, I thought it was someone sent by the general... Sure enough, Wei conspired to make a mistake, and sprinkled a handful of powder at me, and I avoided..."

"A Qing dragged the three people, I just need to find a place where there are monks and soldiers and call for help..."

At the end of the talk, Yaoying felt better and said, "By the way, thanks to Garuda just now, and also thanks to the bronze whistle that General Ashina gave me."

She bowed her head, took out a brass whistle from her sleeve, held it in her palm and showed it to Tamaraga.

"Mage, this is..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her eyes went dark, her hands dropped weakly, and her body collapsed.

Tamara Gha raised her wrist and took her arm.

Yaoying stepped into his arms and rubbed his forehead against his chin. Although it was only a moment, the soft and smooth feeling of the skin stayed for a long time.

Tamara Gah hugged Yaoying, the girl's body was soft, her face was buried in his crimson robe, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

A faint fragrance still oozes through several layers of thick clothes.

The palm is soft and the flesh is even.

"Mage..."

Yaoying murmured.

Tamara Gha closed his eyes and stood still.

A room of Qingfen ups and downs.

After a while, Tamaraga let go of Yaoying, held her neck with her hand, let her lie down on the felt blanket, fetched the quilt and soft pillow, placed her sleepy, stared at her for a moment, and gently rolled up Her sleeves have **** in the veins.

She said that the guard had sprinkled powder on her, she must have inhaled some, and now the strength of the medicine is up.

Tamara Gya lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly.

Yaoying frowned slightly.

Tamarajia helped her up and put a few soft pillows behind her, so that she would sleep on her side, so that she wouldn't touch the place where her shoulder was injured.

She curled up into a ball, her brows gradually stretched.

Tamara Gha stood up and picked up the bronze whistle that had just rolled out of Yaoying's palm.

This bronze whistle is his old thing. Last night, he told Yuanjue to send it so that the eagle slave taught her how to use it. After Jialoulu lost her temper at her eagle, she could blow the whistle to warn Jialoulu.

Tamara Gha put the bronze whistle into the small brocade bag on Yaoying's waist.

It will be useful.

...

Bi Suo returned to the Zen room after interrogating the guards.

Yuanjue told him that Yaoying hadn't left yet.

"Princess Wen Zhao has been inside? It's been so long and haven't come out yet?"

Yuanjue nodded.

Bi Suo looked at the closed felt curtain, frowning.

The soldiers went in to report, the curtain was opened, and Tamaraga came out, his eyes beckoning Bi Suo to the small hall on the other side of the corridor.

Bi Suo was surprised and followed.

"I found out that it was indeed my subordinate. Someone bought him and asked him to hide Princess Wen Zhao. He knew that he could not take the princess away from the Wang Temple, and planned to stun her and hide her in an abandoned grotto."

Speaking of this, Bi Suo paused and smiled.

"The princess was very alert and ran away while Xie Qing was fighting with them. Although she was caught again, she blew the bronze whistle for eagle training in time, attracting Jialou Luo and the nearby monks and soldiers. She drove off one of the guards. When the others saw the monks coming, they knew that the plan had been revealed, so they didn't dare to stay, so they had to give up the mission. The monks chased them, but none of them ran away."

When Bi Suo was anxious and asked Tamara Gha for instructions to mobilize the monks and soldiers to search for people, Yaoying had already escaped from the guards.

After hearing the report from him, Tamaragarh had no expression on his face, and suddenly asked: "Why did they hide Princess Wen Zhao?"

Bi Suo raised his head and looked straight at Tamara Ka.

"Because of you."

Tamaraka was silent.

"Wang..." Bi Suo hesitated and said, "They want to hide Princess Wen Zhao to threaten you and force you to agree to their terms."

Tamaraga is the son of Buddha and the **** in the hearts of the people. The family dared to imprison him under house arrest and threaten the monarch to win the world, but they never dared to hurt him, so they started with the people he cared about. Therefore, whenever there is a change in the court, Princess Chima's mansion will strengthen defense.

Unexpectedly, this time the family chose to take Yaoying as a hostage.

Bi Suo smiled unconsciously: "This is not surprising... Wang, except for the safety of the royal court, you don't care much..."

It should be said that he has almost no concern. He has the world in his heart and devoted his life to becoming a Buddha for the common people and a demon for the common people.

The aristocracy has nothing to do with him, because he has no weaknesses.

Bi Suo's tone changed: "But you asked me to **** Princess Wen Zhao back to Han... Wang, this is the first time you have asked me to do a private matter."

In the past, Tamaragarh's various graces to Li Yaoying can be said to be repaying her kindness. He helped to care for her, just like caring for the people.

But when he specifically urged Bi Suo, Bi Suo keenly noticed: Some things are different.

If Li Yaoying were really taken away, what would be the consequences?

This time, the family just made a mistake. What about next time?

Bi Suo clenched his fists, staring at Tamaraga.

"King, the reason why the folks are fascinated by the story of Modern Gaya... That's because Ananda was not tempted, because Modern Gaya finally attained virtuous decisiveness, severed her obsession, and became a member of the Shamen."

"This is a good talk, so no matter whether you are inside or outside of Shamen, you don't shy away from bringing it up."

"If the modern girl succeeds..." Bi Suo said with a solemn expression, "then she will have a depraved name for seduce Ananda, she will be cursed and cursed by Ananda's followers, and she will Become a target, be hated, hated, everyone can step on her."

"She will be regarded as a demon, humiliated by the people of the world, reduced to the dust, and will not be able to turn back forever."

"Crazy believers want to tear her apart."

He said sentence by sentence, throwing a sound, every word.

Tamara Gaya stood under a mural that tells the story of the Buddhist scriptures, with a solemn face.

Bi Suo sighed and said, "Wang, I will be more vigilant and will not let this happen again. I will send Princess Wen Zhao back."

He turned around.

Tamara Gha stopped him.

Bi Suo turned his head.

"Princess Wen Zhao will stay here tonight, and tomorrow too." Tamara Gha turned her back to him, with a flat tone but implied majesty, "until the meeting of the regents is completely over."

In other words, until Li Yaoying's safety is ensured.

Bi Suo opened his mouth and sighed helplessly.

Tan Moroga continued: "The order goes on and closes the city gate."

"From this moment on, inside and outside the holy city, only entry is allowed, but no exit is allowed. If the four armies outside the city are clamoring, they will be put into the city and besiege instead of attacking."

"Lord, please enter the palace."

Bi Suo's heart tightened, and the deep voice should be.

It's time to close the net.

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The monk does not have hair, nor is it a short head. It is the kind of very light and very light hair stubble. You can search for pictures and have a look.