Li Zhongqian opened the letter directly, read it at a glance, his face suddenly changed, and raging flames rose in his phoenix eyes.

People waiting outside heard the loud noise of the overturning of the brazier and rushed into the tent. They saw the coals rolling in chaos and the ground was full of chaos. Li Zhongqian stood in front of the long black case that had been split in half, holding a sharp sword in his hand. , His eyes were about to split, a mad look, startled.

"A Lang? What happened?"

Li Zhongqian was furious, his face was distorted, his chest was violently ups and downs, and he looked at the scattered papers and waved his soldiers to go out.

For a whole day, he didn't take a step out of the camp.

In the afternoon, the soldiers were bold enough to send some food in, and found that the naan cake and broth delivered at noon remained unchanged, and the account was completely silent. Li Zhongqian sat in front of the case, staring at the letters scattered on the ground, and said nothing. Hair, look gloomy.

At night, Li Zhongqian's voice finally came from the tent.

The soldiers quickly entered the account.

"Don't let Qiniang know about today's affairs."

Li Zhongqian looked at the sword in his hand, the bright blade of his sword reflected his blood-red phoenix eyes, "Who dares to reveal a word to her, don't have to show up in front of me again."

The voice was hoarse, and the tone was terrifying.

Feeling worried, the soldier quietly wiped off his sweat and responded.

Li Zhongqian's face was gloomy.

The next day, he took out a letter to Yaoying.

"I recognize Du Sinan's handwriting, why would he write to you? You keep communicating with him?"

Yaoying shook her heart, glanced at the envelope quickly, saw that the lacquer was intact, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, saying: "Du Sinan was born from a humble background. He wants to gain a foothold in Chaotang. I have to use some means. I helped him a few times. He occasionally Will write to me and tell me the situation in Chang'an. Brother Brother, don't you remember the genius doctor who treated me in Chibi? Du Sinan is from Nanchu, and I asked him to find the genius doctor for me."

"For the body of Tamaraga?"

Yaoying nodded.

She not only sent people to Tianzhu to look for the genius doctor, but also sent people to the Central Plains. Now these people have arrived in the holy city one after another, and Munda Diva, who was sent away by Tamaraga in advance, is also coming back soon.

Li Zhongqian didn't ask much, and said: "You stay with Tamara Gha, Gaochang has come to write a letter, there are a few Beirong remnants in Shazhou, Yang Qian has not returned with his troops, Bodhidharma will take control of Gaochang. , I have to hurry back as soon as possible, and I will leave tomorrow."

Yaoying said hello, "Brother, be careful in everything."

When he went out, she leaned over to the lamp to read the letter.

After a while, Yaoying closed her eyes and threw the letter into the brazier.

The flames rose, and the letter paper quickly turned into soot.

Li Zhongqian returned to the camp and dispatched hand-drawn carts and horses to send Qingqi to go ahead. Just as he was about to leave, his soldiers came to report: "A Lang, the king asks you to go to the camp."

He went to the big account, but before he spoke, Tamara Gaya said, "Can Lord Wei go back to Gaochang later."

It was a question, but his tone was firm, and he had obviously made a decision for him.

Li Zhongqian's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and his face was displeased: "I have an urgent matter to go back to Gaochang."

Tamaraga looked at him, suddenly frowned, grunted, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Li Zhongqian's eyes widened and stood up.

Yuanjue, who was standing next to him, immediately handed the hot towel kerchief skillfully, and Tamaraga's complexion turned greenish, took the veil, and wiped off the blood on his lips casually.

Yuanjue retreated.

Li Zhongqian's heart sank, and he sat back on the felt blanket: "How many times is this? Are you doing this every day? You keep hiding from Mingyue Slave?"

Judging from the performance of the personal guards, it is by no means the first time that Tamaragarh suddenly vomited blood like this.

Tamara Gha nodded, and the swaying candlelight reflected in his blue eyes, with a calm expression, "It will be like this almost every night."

Li Zhongqian frowned more tightly, unable to speak for a long time.

"When did it start?"

Tamara Gaja said indifferently: "That was the case most of half a month ago."

Li Zhongqian was stunned and shocked.

He actually concealed it for so many days, so rigorously! None of them knew that Tamara Gha had begun to vomit blood, and they thought he could support it for a while!

Tamaraga met his startled gaze, her eyes calm and indifferent.

This time, forcibly taking a lot of pills, it was like drinking poison to quench thirst. From the time he defended the city, he would attack his heart from time to time. If this is the last time, he hopes to leave her with happy memories.

"Duke Wei Guo, I have arranged everything. The healers will be able to return to the Holy City immediately. I don't know how long I can hold on. If there is any accident..."

Tamaraga paused and said, "I hope that at that time, Grandpa Weiguo can be with the princess, and it is best to take her back to the Central Plains immediately."

He wants to live, but the things that should be arranged must be arranged. The edict has been issued, and the throne can be succeeded by others. There will be no turmoil in the royal court in a short time. Bi Suo and Mopido will follow his edict. In carrying out the reforms, the ministries promised to be loyal to the queen... He can only rest assured that Yaoying, even if everything is correct, still can't feel at ease.

Li Zhongqian was taken aback, understood, and was deeply shocked.

Tamara Gha is confessing to the future. After the war, he returned to the vulgar, held a ceremony, invited the marriage, and gave the crown of Queen Yaoying-because he was afraid that it would be too late, so everything was planned in advance, and he would finish it all at once when he settled down.

No wonder Yaoying likes this monk.

Li Zhongqian pondered for a while, his expression became solemn, he sighed, and nodded.

It was also said that in case the monk had any accident, he had to take Yaoying away from this sad place as soon as possible.

I'll talk about other things later.

Li Zhongqian sent some soldiers back to Gaochang first. Yaoying asked about it. He said that there were only a few hundred people left in the rebellion, so he didn't have to go personally and prevaricate the past.

The various ministries and local garrisons left the holy city, and the people and the Imperial Guards cleared out several long streets together and began to build houses. Shrewd merchants rushed to the holy city with carts full of wood, grain, and cloth. Officials set aside a place outside the city to allow merchants and people to trade goods freely. According to the instructions of Tamaragarh, no taxes were collected. When businessmen from all over the world heard about it, they came in droves.

Camel bells burst on the business road, the flow of people was like weaving, and the sound of pipa music circulated and reverberated. Even in snowy weather, the temporary market outside the city was crowded with people and merchants’ stalls lined up.

Every day in and outside the city is a busy scene in full swing.

During the period, Yaoying sent people to meet the people of Munda Deva who were still on the road. Tamara Gya took too much medicine this time and might fall down at any time. In front of him, she acted as if there was no such thing. , In fact, day and night, you will suddenly feel flustered, and you have to send someone to see him after a while to be relieved.

Tamara Gha is like a okay person, and accompanies her to the market to wander around after finishing her work every day.

This time he no longer waited for her in the carriage, but walked into the bustling market with her. He does not wear monk clothes now. When he goes out, he wears Wang Tingerlang's narrow-sleeved brocade robe. He wears a headscarf and a long sword. He looks very heroic and martial. The people recognize him. They still worship him as before. He is sincere and respectful .

One day, the carriage they were riding in came out of the city square, and a bold woman in the crowd asked loudly: "When will the king and the queen be wedding?"

When this sound came out, the crowd was silent for a moment, then, men, women and children smiled and squeezed forward, and the sound of inquiries came from all directions.

"The king and queen are made in heaven and earth, it is the fate of cultivation in several lifetimes!"

"We all want to give gifts to the king!"

"Don't be too frugal, the wedding must be grand..."

Yaoying listened to the shouts from outside the car curtain and looked up at Tamaraga.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, bowed his head and kissed the top of her hair.

Soon after, the soldiers came to report, and the healers, Mengda Diva and famous doctors from other places all arrived in the holy city.

As soon as Yaoying received the news, he immediately asked Bi Suo and Mopido to take over the administration and military affairs of the Wang Court, and they respectfully responded.

Deva Munda came to the holy city for the third time, and saw the former magnificent palace in ruins. The people hurriedly greeted a few words under the long steps, and entered the temple to diagnose the pulse of Tamara Gha.

Yaoying sat on the side, her expression nervous, her eyes kept unblinking, paying attention to the expressions on their faces.

The doctor checked the pulse first, frowning, and said nothing.

Deva Munda stepped forward and frowned, showing a thoughtful expression.

Several doctors took the pulse one by one, and then retreated to the outside room to discuss in a low voice.

Yaoying felt anxious and couldn't help but straighten up and look out of the hall, her hand suddenly hot.

Tamaragarh held her hand, and sunlight came in from the window panes, his delicate brows and eyes were filled with a faint golden glow, and his lips smiled slightly.

"Mingyue Slave, don't be afraid, I have no regrets in my life."

The doctors rushed over, and he could no longer hide her.

He sits in the pale golden light like a detached Buddha.

Yaoying's calmness was quickly defeated, and she wanted to be severely slapped in her heart. It hurt so much.

For many days, deliberately not thinking, not mentioning, and not asking, but the ones that should come will still come.

"Don't say such things, you haven't accompanied me back to Central Plains yet, I want to take you to see where I grew up."

She forced a smile, but the circles of her eyes slowly turned red.

Tamara Gha put her arms in her arms, put her forehead against her, raised her hand to wipe the tears that flashed from her eyelashes, and sighed slightly.

He didn't want to make her sad, he wanted her to laugh, he wanted to watch the flowers bloom with her.

If not, let her forget him earlier. When she is grey-haired, her children and grandchildren will be full, and she will be happy all her life. It is enough to think of him occasionally and remember his name.

The felt curtain shook slightly, and the healer bowed into the hall, saw the two of them, sighed, a trace of unbearable passing across his face.

Tamara Gaya let go of Yaoying, his robe sleeves lightly raised: "Tell the truth."

The healer returned to his senses and said: "Wang, we have discussed it. The king's pulse is really weird. The king has never had such a false pulse before. It may be because the king has taken too many pills this time. So The pulse condition is different from the previous ones. Now the king's body can no longer bear the exercises. If he doesn't break the exercises, he will surely explode and die in ten days."

Yaoying's face was pale.

She had long guessed that the healer would say that, and Tamaraga has been relying on willpower to survive until now... But when she really listened to the doctor to tell the deadline, there was still a buzz in her head, and the pain came up.

"What about after San Gong?"

Her voice trembled slightly.

The healer shook his head: "San Kung...

You may not be able to bear it at that time. If you don’t, you will undoubtedly die after ten days.

The brazier in the temple was burning brightly, but Yaoying felt cold, and a chill came from the deepest part of her heart. Her limbs and corpses were all immersed in ice water. Her heart sank, sinking deeper and deeper.

The inner hall was quiet, only the sound of charcoal burning.

Tamara Gha waved his hand, motioned the healer to go out, raised Yaoying's chin, "I decided to do some exercises and wait for me to leave."

He can't say anything sweet, can't decide his life or death, he has only this sentence.

wait for me.

I want to live.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※

It still rains heavily today and the power is out