When Yaoying woke up, the cave was misty and steamy.

She was stiff and sore. She seemed to hear the creaking of the joints when she moved, and she couldn't help groaning a few times, trying to move her arm little by little.

As soon as his arms were raised, his shoulders touched his warm and firm chest.

Yaoying was stunned, her eyes lifted.

Tamaraga sat on her side, wearing her robes that she had dried by the brazier, holding a kerchief in her hand, and squeezing her long wet hair that fell in the hot spring water, twisting little by little. Do.

The sky came in from the ceiling of the cave, and a room of golden brilliance floated.

He was bathed in the brilliant golden light, his slender fingers gently straightened her hair, his eyes drooped, his expression was pious, as if he was standing on a high Buddhist temple at a puja, preaching the scriptures in the eyes of thousands of believers, solemnly, Quiet.

Awe-inspiring not to be profanity.

Yaoying couldn't help but held her breath and stood still. The appearance of his naked body after taking off the robes flashed in her mind, and she suddenly felt an inexplicable guilty conscience, and her cheeks were hot.

Tamara Gha didn't realize that she was awake. She still concentrated on the handkerchief and twisted her wet hair. Her hands with well-knotted joints were gently tossed between her thick black hair, her face was calm and her blue eyes were as clear as water.

The water was silent in the cave, only the faint sound of her long hair rubbing against the beads on his wrist.

Yaoying shuddered slightly, staring at his contoured face for a while, a little dizzy, and whispered: "Mage..."

As soon as the words were spoken, she found that her throat was dry and painful, like a fire burning in it.

She leaned on the stone platform, coughing with her head down, and her chin suddenly became a little cold. Tamara Gha's slender fingers pushed her long hair away and lifted her chin.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, frowned slightly, spread the veil, curled his fingers slightly, touched her cheeks, and quickly retracted it.

Yaoying shivered and said, "It must have been a cold last night."

Tamaraga looked down and settled on her. She was wearing his gray monk robe, with loose hem and loose hem, her exquisite figure was looming, and she was graceful and graceful with a touch of soft snow.

He averted his gaze to stand up, Yaoying hurriedly pressed his arm.

"Mage, I'm fine."

She shook her heavy head to drive away the dizziness, and leaned forward to look at Tamaraga's legs: "The mage don't get up and walk around. Are the legs better?"

He was pale, and his legs seemed to have not recovered.

Tamaraga sat next to her, and when she was close, she was stuck on his chest. Through the monk's clothes, the touch of her skin was very clear, and her body was soft, like Daigo cheese.

He stepped back a bit.

Yaoying rolled up the corners of his robes and trousers, looked at his legs carefully, stretched out her hand and pressed it twice, feeling better than last night, took a long breath, and raised her head.

"Does it hurt?"

She asked softly.

The sky was sunny, and the wind flags moved lightly.

Tamara Gya's eyes were calm, staring at Yaoying for a long while, and shook her head.

"nothing."

Yaoying raised her eyebrows to look at him, his face was indifferent, and she really couldn't tell if he was really better at the moment or whether he was holding on.

For a person like him, the pain of illness is already a thing of habit.

Tamaragarh still stood up, his back straight, gentle and unquestionable: "You have a fever, you need to take medicine, I will send you out."

Yaoying stood up, dizzy and her legs became weak. The stone platform was full of water vapor, and she took a step, slipped and shook her feet.

The elbow tightened, and Tamara Gya's slightly cool hand held her arm.

"Don't fall."

He said indifferently.

Yaoying yelled, leaned on his arm, looked at the monk's clothes on her body, looked around, and finally looked at the clothes she took off by the brazier last night.

"Mage, wait, I have to change the monk's clothes."

She whispered.

Tan Moroga followed her gaze, silently, helped her walk to the corner, let her lean on the rock, raised her hands one by one to take off the dried dresses, handed them to her, turned her back go with.

Yaoying walked behind the rock holding her clothes.

Tamara Gaya stood beside the rock without squinting his eyes.

There was a rustling noise behind her, she unbuttoned the monk's clothes and put on her dress, the fabric rubbed and the belt fell to the ground, intermittently heard through the hazy mist.

Tan Moroga looked at the cave wall, and remembered the painting "Devil Transformation" on the wall of the apse in the temple.

The young and beautiful witch smeared her body with incense, scratched her head and made her pose, enchanting and enchanting, seducing the Buddha and sabotaging his practice. The Buddha slightly cast his magical powers, and the charming witch suddenly turned into an old woman with crooked skin. The skull joints and cysts all over her body faded away from shame.

The illusions in his dreams will also become dead bones.

But at this moment, she standing behind him is not an illusion witch.

The illusion uses a thousand methods, but it is illusion.

She stood there, his desire.

"Mage, I'm fine."

Yaoying whispered, her voice hoarse, accompanied by a few coughs.

Tamara Gha returned to his senses and turned around.

Yaoying walked out holding the cassock, staggering, rubbing her eyebrows: "Mage, I'm a little dizzy."

Tamara Gha did not say a word, and stretched out his arms.

Yaoying grasped the sleeves of his cassock well and leaned against him.

Out of the stone cave, Yaoying glanced vigilantly at the depths of the road subconsciously.

"Ari is out." Tamara Gaya said, "Did it scare you last night?"

Yaoying was dizzy, her fingers gripped his sleeves tightly, nodded, and told her how she had returned to the holy city.

"Yesterday, Prajna said that there was something important for me. I was waiting by the courtyard wall and accidentally broke into Ari's courtyard. It seemed to be angry. I wanted to avoid it and accidentally entered the road..."

Having said that, Yaoying raised her eyes to look at Tamaraga.

"The regent took me through the secret road before, and I turned around, not knowing how to get into the cave."

He calmly said: "It must be Prajna's negligence."

Yaoying retracted her gaze and whispered: "Call him when you go out! See if he has anything important to give me, and let me wait for a long time... It's still mysterious, and I'm not allowed to bring personal soldiers..."

Probably because of her fever and drowsiness, the tone of her speech unconsciously revealed an uncommonly uncommon delicacy.

Tamara Gama moved slightly between his eyebrows and looked down.

She was leaning against him, her black hair resting on his arm, trusting completely.

There were steep stone steps ahead. He slowed down and waited for Yaoying to follow.

"I offended the princess last night..."

Yaoying shook her head: "I broke in by myself and disturbed the mage. The mage doesn't have to worry about it. Don't worry about it. The mage can rest assured that I will never reveal the matter about the hot spring in the cave."

The tone sounds nonchalant.

Tamara Gha did not speak anymore.

The road was quiet.

The two of them walked forward in the gloom, all around silent, breathing entangled.

After walking through the stairs, light gradually leaked from the front, and it was almost the exit.

Yaoying glanced at Tan Moroga and said, "Last night, the mage said that she was uncomfortable in her illness and wanted someone to be with her..."

Tamaraga didn't blink his eyelids and said, "Don't talk nonsense while you are sick, the princess doesn't have to take it seriously."

Yaoying rolled her eyes, stared at him for a long time, and uttered a little breathlessly.

Bi Suo waited in the side hall at the exit of the secret road. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he took a few steps forward.

The secret door opened, and Tamaraga and Li Yaoying walked out one after another.

Bi Suo looked at the two of them quickly.

Tamara Gya helped Yaoying walk behind the felt curtain and said, "No one will come here. The princess will lie down for a while. I will let Yaoying decoct the medicine."

Yaoying was top-heavy, and Yiyan sat down, "My soldiers are waiting outside the Wangsi..."

"I'll send someone to spread the word. Don't get up, take the medicine first."

Tamaraga paused for a while.

"You are weak and still taking the healer's pills... Wait until you get better before leaving."

Hearing this sentence, Bi Suo who followed the room sighed silently.

When he spoke, his face was expressionless, but he didn't know how soft his tone was.

Yaoying looked hesitant.

Tamara Gha did not urge her.

She thought for a while and nodded.

Tan Moroga didn't speak, turned around and left the side hall, wrote a prescription, and ordered the soldiers to boil the medicine, standing on the front porch, standing with their hands behind them, and blowing the wind for a while.

She is going to leave after all, early and late are the same, delay will not change anything.

But when she nodded, his heart wrinkled slightly.

He walked down the long steps.

"Call Prajna to come over."

...

Prajna came to the call and saw Yaoying in the side hall. Without waiting for her to say anything, she complained first: "Where did the princess go last night? Didn't I let the princess wait? Ask me to find it! I thought The princess couldn't wait and went out of the city."

Yaoying looked at him serious, not as if he was shirking responsibility and not talking about the leopard, and asked: "What are you going to give me? How do the people who tell me have something to do with fate?"

Prajna looked embarrassed, glanced around, hesitatingly said: "I know that the principal is leaving...Last night he sent other people away and prepared to quietly give things to the princess, who knows that the princess is gone! I was afraid that others would run into it, so I had to leave the things. Take it back to the room and put it away."

Yaoying wondered: "What? Why can't others see it?"

Prajna blushed, glared at her, and said incoherently: "The princess will know it when she sees it, don't ask me, I don't know anything! Anyway, it is what the princess wants very much...The princess is guarding the holy city this time. I'll take it out secretly and give it to the princess... the princess is waiting, I'll go back to the room to get it."

He turned around and ran away. After a while, he returned to the side hall with a tightly wrapped bag. He patrolled vigilantly and made sure that there was no one else outside the hall. Then, he carefully untied the bag.

A delicate treasure box slowly appeared in the middle of the furoshiki layer after layer.

Prajna pushed the treasure box toward Yaoying, and withdrew her hand like a hot hand, with a sad expression on her face: "Yuanjue told me that the princess wanted this bronze Buddha very much. The bronze Buddha was found from Princess Manda. Yes, it's probably not a serious thing... The princess has devoted himself to practice this year and shouldn't touch these pickled things! But the Buddha said that everyone has his own way, and the princess will leave the holy city soon and will not enter Buddhism. It's a man in the dust. The princess likes these and has nothing to do with others. The princess will not come back in the future. Yuanjue and I have met the princess once, so I will give it to the princess, and the princess will keep it."

After finishing speaking, he put on a fierce expression, "The princess must remember to be clean and self-conscious, and use things in the right way, don't be like Princess Manda."

"Also, don't tell others that I and Yuanjue sent things!"

Yaoying's mouth twitched.

It turned out that Prajna specifically asked her to wait in a secluded place yesterday because of this bronze Buddha.

She looked at the treasure box, shook her head and laughed, a series of rapid footsteps sounded at the door, and the soldiers ran into the house without waiting for the notification.

"Princess! The little one has been looking for you one night! A letter from Gaochang!"

Yaoying got up immediately, accepted the letter, her nose suddenly sour, her hands trembled with excitement: She will not admit mistakes, this is Li Zhongqian's handwriting!

"Prepare the horse!"

...

After a while, Tamara Gha returned to the side hall, holding a bowl of steaming medicine in his hand.

Bi Suo stood in front of the temple, watching him come back, and stopped talking.

Tamaragya glanced at him, stepped into the temple, pulled aside the felt curtain, and looked at the couch.

The couch was empty, the brocade was lifted, and a strand of hair fell on the carpet.

she left.

Tamaraga walked to the side of the couch and put down the medicine bowl.

Bi Suo stood by the door and said, "Wang, the princess has just left and has not yet left the city."

Tamaraga was silent, picked up the silk ribbon on the carpet, walked out of the side hall, stood in front of the railing, and looked at the direction of the temple door.

A round of red sun rises in the east, the temple's staggered pagodas and temples stand quietly, the roof of the temple reflects the golden light, and a few rides on the long street from the temple, straight to the city gate, and the smoke billows.

The breeze blows, and Tamaraga is hunting in a casket, and the silk ribbon entangled in his hand is blown up by the wind, and suddenly slips out of his fingers.

The vermilion silk ribbon danced with the wind and flew out of the promenade.

Tamara Gha raised his hand.

Silky has long drifted away.

He let her go again and again, and she came back again and again.

This time, he kept her, and she promised to stay a few more days.

It was just the time to boil a bowl of medicine. In the blink of an eye, people went to the empty building in such a hurry that they didn't even say goodbye.

Dreamy bubbles, morning dew and lightning, nothing more than the same.

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For the description of the murals in "Jiang De Bian Bian", reference is made to the "Puyao Sutra" and the murals in the Ajanta Grottoes (India).