After sending off Li Xuanzhen away, Yaoying lost her mind.

Li Zhongqian and Wang Ting have almost talked about trade negotiations, and they are already drafting documents.

Her eyes were still not good, she could not write and read letters, so she could only ask soldiers to read the letters for her. Some official documents required her to draw a monogram, so she had to replace it with a seal for the time being.

Li Zhongqian forbids her to go out and wants her to stay in the post house to recover from her injuries.

She asked General Jin to send letters to the Wang Temple every day. The letters were written by the maids on her behalf. The letters were nothing but trivial things like what she did today, whether her eyes were better, and what she ate.

Tamaraga's reply is also very ordinary. Knowing that she can't read the letter, the letter is mostly a few greetings, telling her to remember to change the dressing, the content is ordinary, and the identity of each other will not be revealed if people see it.

The swan goose is handed down every day.

On this day, Yaoying was sitting in front of the scaffold on the corridor and waiting for General Jin to return. He heard footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.

"Princess, someone from Wang Temple is here to pick you up."

Yaoying moved back to the courtyard, just entered the house, smelled a familiar smell of submerged water approaching, reached out her hand to grab the other's sleeve, smiled and shook it gently.

"Mage."

In the past few days and nights, Tamaraga would come to visit her. I don't know how he told Li Zhongqian, but Li Zhongqian acquiesced and did not stop him from entering the house. Today, Bamier came to pick her up. Li Zhongqian knew about it and didn't run back to stop him. He only sent his soldiers over to give her a few words.

Tamara Gha kept silent and slowed down.

Yaoying just pulled his sleeve and walked in.

After a while, Tamaraga stopped and said, "The princess is sitting here, and Deva Munda is here, let him look into your eyes."

She said that her eyes hurt just to scare Li Zhongqian, and it would be better in a few days. A few days later, she still couldn't see. He didn't feel relieved, and asked Li Zhongqian's permission to take her back to recuperate. Yuanjue said that it was very serious, as if her eyes were going to be blind, Li Zhongqian was afraid that her eyes would leave something wrong, so he calmly agreed.

Yaoying sat down in accordance with the words, and Tamara Gya leaned over, her clothes rustled softly, and her breath fell on her forehead.

He untied the strip of cloth from her eyes and wrung his brows slightly.

Deva Munda was called to help Yaoying see her eyes, had seen the prescription of a doctor, smelled the ointment she usually put on, and said: "This plaster is mild in nature and the prescription is symptomatic. For external use, apply this ointment, and add a touch of it. The medicine inside is enough. Don’t worry about the king, the princess should be able to see it in half a month.”

Tamaraga stared at Yaoying, silent.

Suddenly Bi Suo appeared at the door, panting, winked with him, he left his fate to take care of Yaoying, and went out.

Deva Munda continued to apply medicine to Yaoying.

Yaoying told her people to quit, and asked, "Master, is Buddha's health better?"

Deva Munda and Yuanjue looked at each other, looked at Yaoying who looked expectant and couldn't see anything clearly, and said, "Princess, judging from the pulse of the Buddha in the past few days, the new prescription is effective."

Yaoying was overjoyed.

Deva Munda continued: "This medicine is extremely painful and unbearable when taken, but it can stimulate the effect of the water and reduce the toxicity. As long as the Buddha does not perform his exercises in the future, he can be carefully adjusted within a few years. Yu."

Yaoying was extremely happy.

Now Tamaragarh doesn't need to be on the battlefield anymore, he doesn't have to exercise gong anymore. Since the new prescription is useful, as long as he doesn't exercise gong anymore, he will definitely be able to maintain his body!

"Mage is a wonderful doctor! Master Lao has bothered."

"The princess is absurd."

Deva Munda flashed her eyes and she quit, and after a while, Doctor Tianzhu brought me the decoction.

Yuanjue took the medicine and handed it to Yaoying. She fumbled for the bowl and sipped it.

With a few footsteps at the door, Bamier entered the room and spoke to Yuanjue: "The king has something urgent to take care of. The princess's eye injury is still not healed. The king asks you to stay with you and don't let the princess leave anyone around."

Yuanjue agreed and asked, "General Ashina ran in such a hurry just now, what happened?"

"Princess Chima, please, the king went back to see the princess."

When these words came out, Yuanjue and Yaoying, who was sitting and drinking the medicine, were startled.

Yaoying hadn't heard of Princess Chima for a long time.

Princess Chima and Tamaraga are unfamiliar with each other. When the royal court is in a hurry, she takes her guards and hides in the private manor, leaving everything alone. The army triumphed, she immediately returned to the holy city, drinking and having fun with the noble children every day, and Bi Suo often visited her.

Yuanjue asked Bamir: "Why did Princess Chima ask to see the king? Is it because of the little prince Mopido?"

"I don't know this either."

Yuanjue frowned.

Yaoying turned to him: "What's the matter with Guan Mo Pido?"

Yuanjue replied: "The little prince Mopido is not a child of the family. He enters the government, and the ministers of the court have talked about it. Princess Chima begged to see the king for this matter... The princess said that the king was partial to General Ashina. unfair."

Yaoying frowned.

A few years ago, Princess Chima broke with Tamaraga because she prevented her from slaughtering innocents. After that, she poured her hatred of the Zhang family on Tamaraga. No matter what Tamaraga did, she would not. satisfy.

There was a sound of footsteps on the promenade from far to near, and the soldiers clasped their fists and reported: "Princess, Princess Manda, please see me."

Princess Manda was imprisoned for a few days. Doctor Tianzhu interceded for her. The soldiers searched her residence and seized a batch of things before she was released.

Yaoying thought for a while, put her hand on Yuanjue's arm, and said, "Please go next door."

When she sees outsiders, she always goes to the house next door, which is connected to this house, but from the outside, it looks like two separate courtyards.

In the past few days, Princess Manda called Tian Tian not respond, called the ground to be unsound, and her grievances were so high that she complained loudly as soon as she entered the house: "The Buddha not only sent people to inspect my cage, but also ordered the delegation to return to China as soon as possible. I I'm leaving tomorrow! Last time I left the Wang Court, I walked in embarrassment, but this time I was so scornful!"

She was ridiculed and hated in her heart when she left the royal court last time. This time I came to the royal court, dressed up specially, and rode an elephant into the city, just to show the shame, and to make a good show of the limelight, but the Buddha drove people again!

Just listen to Princess Manda's furious tone to know how angry she is.

Yaoying couldn't help. She and the Malu delegation had already exchanged credentials. Princess Manda accompanied the delegation to the royal court to present her credentials. There really was no other reason to stay longer. Manda mainly went to Gaochang, but she could stay with her for a while.

"I am inconvenience. I will let the soldiers see off the princess tomorrow. I don't need the princess to worry about my affairs. In the future, the princess will have any troubles in Maru. You only need to find a local firm. The firm will do its best to help the princess. "

Princess Manda looked at Yaoying. Although her eyes were covered with cloth strips, the corners of her mouth were smiling, and her face was radiant, like a pearl exuding a faint brilliance. She was really happy.

The Buddha couldn't give her status, she didn't care at all.

"I do not know."

Princess Manda sat next to Yaoying, and the scene of her stepping into the altar of fire without hesitation appeared before her eyes. She said in a puzzled manner, "The princess is infatuated with the Buddha, and the Buddha is clearly interested in the princess, but because of too many concerns, she dare not make peace. The princess went to the clouds and rain together. Would the princess be willing to associate with the Buddha like this without a name? I love the princess when I see a beauty, but the Buddha can not be moved. The princess will not be careful, when Can you get what you want?"

She said earnestly and earnestly: "Princess, if you love someone, you have to use whatever means, don't taboo too much! Life is too short, just have fun in time."

Yaoying smiled, "I understand the princess's wishes. What I ask for is not what the princess thinks."

"Does the princess only ask for the heart of the Buddha?" Princess Manda curled her mouth, "With the heart, why can't we get it with people? It's boring to get people without people!"

The corner of Yaoying's mouth raised lightly, and she said lightly: "The mage is a monk, and it's enough to give me half of Xiangfo's heart."

Princess Manda was stunned for a while, her teeth sore.

"The princess doesn't have to bother about this in the future."

Yaoying said with a smile, her tone was very soft, but her body exuded a completely different grace.

Princess Manda often sees this kind of aura in those dignitaries who are in charge of life and death, and she can't help but feel agitated. Thinking of Yaoying's current identity, she sits upright and said: "I am abrupt."

...

Wang Temple.

Princess Chima walked into the brightly lit front hall with a smile, wearing a crown of pearl and emerald flowers.

"Bei Rong surrendered, now the world is peaceful. I want to marry, Luo Jia." She motioned to Chang Shi to take out the wedding invitation and hand it to the soldiers, and said, "The horseman is named Aklie, a commander of the Imperial Guard, not Kang. , Xue, An, and Meng, can you rest assured?"

Tamara Gamma said indifferently: "As long as you are a person of good character, no matter what family name you are, you can be a horseman."

Princess Chima sneered, "I have already decided on the person, and I have decided on the wedding date. You are my brother. Although you are empty and cold, and never care about these things, I still want to tell you."

After speaking, she walked away.

When Bi Suo at the door heard this, his brow furrowed so high that he was about to catch up. Tamara Gha stopped him: "Whose subordinate is Akre?"

Bi Suo quickly turned around and said, "It's a person from Youwei. I recognize him. His family has been an officer of the Forbidden Army for generations. He is a loyal and honest person. When raiding the holy city, he was responsible for guarding the princess mansion."

Tamara Gane said, put down the invitation, and said: "Mupiduo entered the festival the day before yesterday?"

Bi Suo regained consciousness and said: "The first day he went to the military department to report, he had a little conflict with a few generals. Some people laughed at him for his heavy accent and quarreled a few words, but nothing major happened."

Everyone knows that the heavy accent is just a reason, even if Mopido is so perfect that he can't fault it, he will struggle in the military.

Aristocratic families can't be defeated in one or two days, they are deeply rooted, like bone gangrene.

The candlelight flickered and cigarettes curled up in the hall.

Tamara Gha opened a memorial, which was a memorandum to invite business with the Wei Dynasty. After he signed and issued it to the various ministries, Li Zhongqian could return to Gaochang.

He looked at the memorial and didn't write for a long time.

"King." Prajna worshipped outside the temple door, holding a stack of scriptures in his hand, "After ten days, the Buddhist monks who have visited will have to debate the scriptures with the monks, and the monks cannot tell what they are carrying. Whether the scriptures are out of the world, I ask Wang to decide."

The wind blew into the inner hall, and the felt curtain shook lightly.

"Take it in."

Tamara Gha said indifferently, he picked up his pen to write down the reply on the memorial, handed it to the guards, and conveyed his order. After sitting in a trance, he picked up the wedding invitation next to him, took a few glances, got up and walked out of the inner hall.

Bamier waited before the road.

He asked: "The princess has changed her medicine?"

Bamir replied: "It's changed. Just now, Princess Manda came over. She is leaving tomorrow. Princess Wen Zhao drank the medicine and talked to her to see her off."

Tamaraga frowned slightly, and returned to the courtyard. The room was brightly lit, but there was no one.

His residence should have been like this, quiet and unhindered.

Her figure shouldn't be here.

"Princess Wen Zhao didn't come back?"

Asked Tamaraga.

"In the house next door, Yuanjue accompanied the princess. The princess said that she will rest next door tonight and won't come back. The king doesn't have to worry."

Tamaraga glanced at the empty house and walked towards the corridor leading to the next door.

The sky is boundless, a round of silver plates hangs high, and the four fields are silent, occasionally a few night birds chirping, moonlight pouring down like frost and snow, reflecting the outline of the vegetation and trees outside the corridor, the cold wind is blowing slightly, shaking The shadows of the chaotic trees, the silver brilliance flowed and floated in the night.

Tamara Gama brushed away the vines entwined in front of the arch, and a melodious sound of pipa suddenly came.

The swaying Ting Liao light reflected on his face, illuminating his handsome outline.

He subconsciously stepped back, gazes across the secluded corridor, floats to the courtyard, and suddenly stops.

In front of the court, felt curtains were hung high, tents were set up, and the moonlight was clear. I didn’t know what flowers and trees were planted in the courtyard.

In the tent, the figures swayed, and several maids either embraced Pipa, Jiegu, or held a flute or golden bell, sitting on the ground, playing music, the sound was soft and mellow, breaking the silence of the night, passing through the dense night, circling and winding.

The gauze tent was rolled up high by the breeze, and a faint figure was looming, the lotus arms were lightly raised, and it slowly rotated and moved with the music, the flexible waist was gently twisted, and an endless soft charm flowed in the dark night, like The flowers bloomed one after another, and the full courtyard was eclipsed by Yuehua.

The music became tangled, and the dancing figure in the gauze tent stretched out its arms, the shadows and shadows trembling like a flower branch. The drums stopped abruptly, and the gauze curtain lightly raised, revealing a white and clean arm. On the arm, a string of golden jade inlaid gold arm shining reflected the glory of the debut, and the skin became more and more icy.

The night breeze blew up the gauze tent.

The moon shadow is dim and the lights are shining. She dances in the dark night with cloth strips covered in her eyes, and she dances gracefully and charmingly with the tune, like a flower gently swaying in the wind, shaky, sultry, pitiful, and about to Returning by the wind, light and light, noble and elegant.

The fragrance of flowers in the air became more intense.

Tamaraga's eyes were deep.

When the music came to an end, it was like a drizzle, the woman behind the gauze tent moved lightly, the dark clouds dispersed, and a bunch of moonflowers fell down, just hanging over her shoulders.

Her hair is in a high bun, the pomegranate red ribbon of her hair is as long as her ankles, her eyes are still covered with cloth strips, and she is wearing a thin and soft Tianzhu dress with gold and silver thread and floral patterns inlaid with gold lace. The edges of the shirt are embellished. Jin Ye Yinling, only to the waist, the greasy waist can be seen in the trembling of Yinling, the long skirt is light and the gauze is wrapped around the legs, and the body is exquisite.

The skirts are adorned with densely packed pearls and gems of various colors. When they dance, thousands of colors change and shimmer, radiant and brilliant.

Graceful and graceful.

The sound of the music became slower and lighter, and her movements became lighter and softer, as if the flowers were blooming to the extreme.

She glanced back and smiled, her face dripping with sweat and dust.

The four fields were as silent as the water, and the people in the tent looked up at her blankly.

Suddenly, the tune of the music suddenly rose up and became bright and cheerful. Drums sounded like a shower and silver bells rang. She smiled slightly and followed the tune, spinning faster and faster, spinning and dancing like a fluffy grass, colored ribbons flying high and high. , Rustling, the shattered shadow of the shirt and skirt turned into a colorful rainbow light, the dancing posture on the hands is ever-changing, and the feet are always within the square inch, dense and dazzling, dazzling.

It is like a goddess dancing in a fairyland of bliss on a mural.

At the end of this song, she panted slightly, her shirt half faded on her shoulders, a touch of snow on her shoulders, and there was faint sweat.

Princess Manda's cheerful laughter came from the tent, she stepped forward with a wine bowl in her hand, her face was full of joy, and she said something.

Yaoying smiled, took the wine bowl, raised her head, her face just facing the direction Tamaraga was standing.

Tamara Gha stood still in the cold dark shadow. Knowing the distance, her eyes were covered with cloth strips, but she just happened to look at her, and her whole body was still slightly taut.

Princess Manda ordered the maid to continue to play, pulling Yaoying to dance together, and the two of them danced vigorously, with both rigid and soft dance, vigorous and bright.

Yaoying smiled on her lips, whispering to Princess Manda from time to time. If her eyes were not hurt, those bright eyes would be filled with cheerful smiles.

The aroma is refreshing.

Tamara Gha has never seen her look like this.

Youthful and lively, charming and moving.

Maybe she has always been like this, just because she cared that he was a monk, she never showed this side in front of him.

He stood and froze for a while, clenched the Buddha beads, turned his back, and stood in the shadows for a long time.

The promenade is gloomy.

Someone knelt outside the tent to persuade Princess Manda to rest early. She had to go on the road tomorrow. Princess Manda murmured a few words, the music stopped, and the girl's cute laughter curled up in the night.

Tamaraga stepped onto the stone steps, and just walked a few steps, there was a chattering voice behind him, and a group of people came over.

"Princess, whoever wins, you and Princess Manda?"

Yaoying chuckled softly, "We make friends with a ball, why should we talk about winning or losing?"

"The takuma dance performed by the princess and Princess Manda is so beautiful..."

The voice was getting closer, and then suddenly stopped.

"Forgot to take..."

The footsteps ran away.

Tamara Gha waited for a while, and walked out of the shadows.

"Who is there?"

A soft question was heard.

Tamara Gha raised his eyes.

Yaoying stood in front of the porch, the cloud temples were scattered, her face flushed, colored ribbons drooping, her skirts were like clouds and mist, and her skin was looming. Yuehua outlined the undulating lines, and her snow-white scented muscles exuded fine sweat, towards him. Ask the direction lightly.

Under the moonlit night, she was blindfolded and her lips were red.

Tamara Gha closed his eyes for a moment.

"Is it fate?"

After he hadn't said a word for a long time, Yaoying asked again, stretched out her hand, and walked in his direction.

She happened to be standing under an arched dome, and there was a ladder under the porch painted with green leaves. She couldn't see it. She stepped on the empty foot and planted forward.

Tamaraga stepped forward and held her arm.

Across the thin veil, her smooth and clean arms slid in his palm.

Yaoying didn't stand still, she threw herself into his arms, grabbed his sleeves, raised her face, and smiled slyly: "Master, I knew it was you."

Tamara Gha supported her delicate body and asked, "How do you know it's me?"

"There should be someone guarding here, they will retreat only when you come..."

Yaoying was so tired and languid, she sniffed the sleeves of his robes, and said, "And I can smell the scent of you."

Suddenly, a current rushed through his body, and Tamara Gya looked down, pinching the Buddhist beads in his sleeves tightly.

Yaoying couldn't see anything, didn't notice his stiffness, and asked, "What time is it? Why did the mage come over?"

Tamara Gha looked at her.

She panted slightly, holding his arm, and the colored ribbon was wrapped around him.

Sweat drenched in the fragrance of the flowers, and the fragrance became stronger and stronger.

A mess of footsteps approached, and her attendant found him.

Yaoying turned her head and was about to speak, Tamara Gya raised her hand in a mysterious manner, took her shoulder, turned her around, and hid behind the flower vine where he was standing just now.

The branches and leaves stretched out, with Yelu moisture, wrapping the two people in them.

Yaoying raised her head blankly, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Tamaragarh didn't say a word. In a small space, the two stood opposite each other. She couldn't stand firmly. He held her waist and let her lean on her body. It felt like a bunch of nephrite jade, spring water. Gentle, the slight breeze will melt into his arms.

With her breath tangling and blending, she raised her face to look at him, her red lips slightly opened.

Tamara Gha lowered her head, getting closer and closer to her.

The moonlight sifted down from the crevices of the vines and reflected on him, his brows and eyes were calm, and there seemed to be a light cage of Buddha light all over his body.

Yaoying felt that he was a little hot, and stared at him blankly.

The next moment, he pressed his hot fingers on the back of her neck, and gently pressed her into his arms, and his lips fell on the top of her hair, just like the one in the valley, only gently and restrainedly rubbed. One touch of the hair, it splits with one touch.

Yaoying's body also gradually heated up, leaning against his chest, she shuddered slightly as she listened to his steady heartbeat.

"Princess! Princess?"

The voice of Yuanjue reverberated in the corridor.

Tamara Gya let go of Yaoying, and the tightly held Buddha beads left a mark on his palm.

Yaoying still went to sleep in the courtyard this night.

Tamaraga meditated in the quiet room.

She and Princess Manda had a fight in the middle of the night, and they were really tired. After washing, she felt even more tired. She tossed over and over for a while and fell asleep.

Listening to her breathing become long and even, Tamara Gha opened her eyes, got up, walked around the felt screen, walked to the couch, and sat down.

She actually fell asleep like this, and didn't worry about what he would do in the room.

Don't care about anything, naturally you are not afraid.

Tamara Gya stared at Yaoying for a long time, with faint waves surging in his blue eyes, raised his hand, and gently brushed her lips with his fingertips.

Her lips are softer than Daigo.

In the scriptures, the three witches who tempted the Buddha were charming and beautiful, and turned into thousands of coquettish beauties to charm the Buddha. The Buddha didn't change his mind, but gave a cold face.

She didn't do anything, and he was lustful.

In the past, his desire was just to keep her by his side, hoping that she could accompany him for a long time, he was the only one in his eyes.

Now, his desire was mixed with his physical desire for her. He has practiced Buddhism since he was a child, with a weak mind, and has never felt this uncontrollable desire in the body|hope, burning like a raging fire, and only she can extinguish this fiery flame.

Tamara Gha stayed up all night.

The next day, before she woke up, he went to Wangsi first.

Prajna came to fetch the scriptures from yesterday and asked: "Wang, will you attend the debate meeting?"

Tamara Gha closed the scripture and shook his head.

"The ceremony is hosted by other monks."

The way he cultivated is destined to be different from others.

Prajna retired in disappointment.