It was a spring day full of fragrant flowers.

The sky is clear blue, like a large frozen sapphire, the glacier snow peaks reflect the blue light under the scorching sun, the mountain spruce is forested, the green waves are surging, the mountainside is a verdant green, the pine forest is luxuriant, and the splendid mountain flowers are dotted. There are luxuriant meadows at the foot of the mountain, horses, cattle and sheep galloping around. Tens of thousands of wild apricot trees are scattered among the fertile river valleys.

Tamara Gha led the monks to finish the morning class and walked out of the main hall slowly. The robes brushed the probe and drilled into the flower branches in the long corridor. The light and shadow of the flowers filtered by the branches and leaves fell on him, as if there was a Clusters of flowers bloomed silently on the cassock.

One glory and one withered, but a moment.

He held the Buddha beads and walked across the path. The whole body seemed to be enveloped by the light of Buddha, and the breeze was blowing. The strong fragrance of flowers in the courtyard was diluted by the scent of submerged water on his body, and the blooming flowers and vigorously growing trees suddenly became cold and quiet.

Contaminated with the Buddha's energy on his body, no matter how pungent the vitality is, it also brings a bit of life and death beyond the dust.

The monks and guards following the left and right raised their heads and looked up at him, all their hearts were throbbing, holding their breaths, and their expressions becoming more reverent and respectful.

He thought about the debate with the monk just now, his mind was almost settled, and a voice came from the other side of the flower tree, clear and soft, and the beads fell on the jade plate.

Huazhi trembled, and his thoughts stopped.

He walked around the lush flowers and trees, stopped slightly, and raised his eyes.

Under the flower tree, the girl is holding a golden plate of Tianzhu in one hand and picking flowers in the other. She is dressed in an inconspicuous ink-dyed monk's clothing. She has her long hair gathered up and a simple bun. A red silk ribbon is faintly revealed between her black hair and her hair on her temples. The black crow, the side face is as smooth as jade, the cheeks are white, no powder is applied on the face, the lips are red and the teeth are white, the eyes are clear, the spring is lingering, and there is a youthful youthful charm flowing in the eyes.

Prajna stood in front of the porch, frowned slightly, and directed her to pick the flowers.

She responded with a good temper, her waist twisted slightly, her face was smiling, the breeze was blowing, and the trees were full of flowers. The wide monk's clothes were wrinkled with fine folds, like a goddess in a light veil walking out of the water. , Cao Yi brought water, and his exquisite figure was unobstructed.

The floral scent that fell silent suddenly became fragrant and strong again.

Tamaraga stared at her.

Prajna saw him first, and hurried down the corridor, praying together. The girl also turned her head, smiled happily, holding the golden plate in her hand, stepped back down the stairs, and saluted respectfully, looking up at him with the same awe and trust as other believers.

The difference is that her eyes are a bit more unconsciously close than others.

He knew this and used her ignorance to indulge silently and shamefully.

There was no expression on Tamaraga's face, and he turned and left.

Yuanjue sent a memorial, and he sat in front of the book to review, the fragrance of flowers came, and the voice of girls and guards sounded in the promenade.

His voice was low for fear of disturbing him, but his ears were so strong that he could hear clearly.

Prajna asked her to send the flowers to the Buddha statue.

She responded with a smile, and entered the hall from the road, a figure wearing a monk's clothes flashed past, sending flowers to the Buddha statue.

Prajna thinks that her posture of saluting is not respectful enough, and she talks endlessly. She must be a little impatient. She sighed softly and murmured something in a low voice, but she saluted again as Prajna said, turning back, and eyes. Round stare.

"Is this all right?"

She asked in a low voice, still smiling.

Prajna looked at it for a long time and nodded, "Much better than yesterday."

"Thanks to Little Master Prajna for teaching me." She said with a smile.

Prajna lifted his chin proudly: "I always take care of the flower offerings in the Temple of the Buddha!"

"You are amazing." She said sincerely.

Prajna is flying with joy.

From the side of Tamaraga, she watched her and prajna jokingly, and the gesture of writing kept on.

She deliberately coaxes a person to be happy, and can make that person happy.

After a while, the two talked and laughed and left.

He continued to read the notes.

Unconsciously half an hour passed, the hall was quiet, and the felt curtain suddenly rang slightly. She appeared outside the bead curtain holding a stack of scrolls, looked inside, hesitated for a moment, and quietly retreated.

Tamara Gha did not lift his eyes, and said indifferently: "Come in."

She flicked the bead curtain into the hall, prayed to him, her eyes fell on her small black case, the corner of her mouth was slightly tilted, and she sat down, carefully put down the scroll, rolled up her sleeves, opened a wooden box, and picked it up. A pen to write on the spread paper.

Tamara Gya was happy to be quiet, usually sitting and lying in meditation. The guards and soldiers were all standing outside, and they dared not enter the temple to disturb him. During this period of time, she had become accustomed to the occasional rustling sound when she was by her side.

The light, sweet scent lingers in the air.

He never looked up. After reading all the notes, the fragrance of flowers suddenly came to his face. The girl didn't know when she moved to his side, her slender fingers tugged at the sleeves of his robes.

"Master, are you finished?"

His eyes rolled between her fingers.

In fact, she can break away, as long as he earns once, she will never do this in the future.

But he didn't.

He didn't move, but he gave a majestic and quiet hush.

She opened her hand, took the box and paper she had brought, and spread it on his bookcase, "Master, try this pen and paper. Use a round rod as a tube to write on the paper smoothly and with thinner lines. And it won’t faint."

Tamaraga took the pen she handed over, and the place where she held the pen was warm, the temperature on her body.

He looked down and tried to write on the paper.

Sure enough, as she said, the writing is smoother, there will be no large areas of fainting, and the lines are clear. It is more beautiful to write scriptures with this kind of paper and pen.

He wrote Sanskrit, Chinese and Turkic, and compared the effects with different words. Yaoying couldn't help but get closer, watching the beautiful words written out of his pen, and admiring: "The master's characters are so beautiful."

Even if she can't understand, she can distinguish other kinds of words that are elegant and beautiful, and the pen is powerful.

She unknowingly got closer and closer. If someone stretched their heads from the front of the temple to see, they would think that he spread out his arms and embraced her in his arms. The end of his nose was the smell of her, the fragrance of flowers, the sweet smell, and the smell of flowers. It is a fragrance that is difficult to describe from the bones.

Tamara Gha put down his pen.

She raised her head, "Master, who did you learn your handwriting? When did you start practicing?"

He replied: "Start practicing as you remember. Some monks in the temple are good at Sanskrit, some are good at Chinese, some are good at books, and some are good at interpreting essays. They are all my teachers."

As a Buddha with high hopes for the world, he spent almost all of his childhood in studying, receiving teachings from different monks from morning to night every day, and following the Paraliu branch to understand the exercises, day after day, Never slack off.

Yaoying nodded, her face full of admiration, and talked about the business: "The most precious Buddhist scriptures in the temple are the bay leaf scriptures and sheepskin scrolls. Although they can be kept for a long time, they are expensive and inconvenient to copy. Collecting a book will consume almost all of your family wealth, Master, do you think the price of printing Buddhist scriptures and books on this kind of paper will become cheaper?"

Tamaraga squeezed the paper, nodded, and said: "The king's court has a dry climate, and this kind of paper can be stored for a long time."

She raised her eyes to look at him, blinked, knowing that he was very tolerant to her, so she would bring out some intimacy that would be coquettish in front of the elders.

He knew what she wanted to ask of herself, and waited for her to follow.

"Master, if you use it smoothly, can you bring this pen with you at the next debate meeting?" She seldom hides anything in front of him, and asks directly.

Tamara Gha nodded.

She let out a sigh of relief, "Excuse me, the mage."

After speaking, he said, "Master, when you feel unwell, using this paper and pen to copy scriptures will save effort."

Tamara Gha was slightly startled.

She has retreated.

After a rustling sound, the fragrance of flowers lingering in front of him disappeared.

She has been preparing to leave, and when she finds Li Zhongqian, she will leave without looking back.

Tamara Gha lightly twists the prayer beads.

Would the gods want to monopolize their believers?

he thinks.

I want him to be the only one in her eyes, and I want to take possession of her completely.

Why is the devil terrible?

Because the devil knows the deepest desire in his heart.

...

"Roga..."

An anxious cry.

Tamaraga woke up from the meditation, opened his blue eyes, got up and lifted the felt curtain, and strode towards the felt tent next to him.

The bonfire was blazing, and the guards who stood by looked at each other and hurriedly followed forward: "Wang, what's the matter?"

Tamara Jia went straight to the curtain, walked to the low couch, leaned over, and picked up the sleeping Yaoying.

She frowned and was dripping with sweat.

"Mingyue slave."

He whispered to her, brushing away the sweaty hair on her face, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Yaoying's eyelashes trembled violently, she woke up from a nightmare, met his calm blue eyes, stared for a while, breathed out softly, and smiled: "I dreamt of time to escape again..."

After leaving Chang'an, they continued to travel westward. These days, the place they passed was the route that Haidu Aling took her to the Western Regions. During the day, she braved the scorching sun and went to several tribes to go around, urging officials before the arrival of winter. Digging ditches to prevent the tribe from running out of water for irrigation in the coming year may be a touch of sadness. I often dream about the past in the past few days and nights.

She shook her head and regained her senses: "How do you know I have a nightmare?"

Tamara Gha pulled out the animal skin water bag and said, "I heard you call my name in your dream."

Yaoying was stunned, "I called you, really?"

"called."

He feeds her water, his ears are stronger than others, and he rushes over when she hears her exclaim in a dream.

Yaoying's throat was dry and itchy, so she drank a few sips of water with his hand. The spring water he poured specially when passing by the oasis was clear and sweet.

Seeing this, Xie Qing who rushed in silently walked out.

Tamara Gha did not leave, put down the water bag, held Yaoying, and lay down.

Yaoying pushed him: "In such hot weather, go to your own big tent to sleep..."

Because of the practice, his body has been very hot recently, like a silver charcoal stove, without the red glow of charcoal, but it is hot in the palm of his hand.

Tamaraga hugged her shoulders and said, "I will read the scriptures to you."

Yaoying likes to listen to him reciting the scriptures. He has been chanting this skill since he was a child. She has a clear voice, a sweet tone, a mellow, and a sense of solemnity. Every time he speaks, he only needs to speak and be present. Thousands of people were silent, and they had to swallow their coughs.

She hugged his waist and rubbed him in his arms, but said to her mouth: "You have to hurry during the day, so don't be tired."

He said softly and unquestionably, "When you fall asleep, I will go back."

Yaoying stopped speaking, closed her eyes and listened to him chanting.

He chanted for a while, and the whispering voice hovered in her ears, her heart was numb, and she smiled and said, "Roga, you can do everything."

"I am not good at everything," he whispered. "You always have nightmares these days."

He can't go to her nightmare and help her drive away fear.

Yaoying laughed and said, "It’s just a dream... During this period of time, I’m on the road every day, thinking of the past, I will dream it unknowingly, don’t worry, I know those in the dream are the past, I tell myself over and over again, dream What happened here is not terrible at all, because as long as you wake up, you will be fine."

"After having a nightmare, I will be especially happy when I wake up."

Because that memory has long been far away from her, she will never experience something like that again.

"Roga, do you have nightmares too?" She yawned and asked in a daze.

Tamara Gha bowed her head and kissed her.

meeting.

Shura **** is not his nightmare, nor is the swearing and abandonment of believers. His nightmare is that she was thrown into purgatory and tortured because of him.

Yaoying fell asleep.

After a while, I felt he was hot, let go of my hand, wanted to push him, but couldn't push, flicked his arm, turned over and turned his back to him, far away from him, leaving only the back of his head.

Tamara Gha knew that she should get up and go out, but she was resisting everywhere in her body, so she looked at her back and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

The next day, when Yaoying was not awake, Tamaragarh quietly got up and ordered the ministries to speed up their progress. Yaoying resolved several disputes between the tribes, stopped staying on the road, and arrived in Gaochang within a few days.

They were greeted by the cheers of the people in the city and more than a dozen young erlangs riding tall horses, black robe and silver armor, and full of vigor.

Yaoying rode a horse for a whole day, and she can pour half a catty of sand out of her boots. He greeted the children in a hurry, entered the city in a hurry, and then stopped after washing. When she woke up, she was dark outside the window with a cheerful lute. The sound of music came slowly.

She went to find Tamaraga. He Xiang Zili, who had been awake long ago, sat in front of the desk and read a book, watched her enter the house, and immediately put away the book.

Yaoying was curious about what book he was reading, and glanced at it. He had already stuffed the volume into the bookcase, stood up, and his eyes fell on her face with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?"

She couldn't help asking.

He stared at her and was silent for a while, "Nothing."

"Come with me to a place," she said.

Without asking a word, he followed her out of the house.

Ting Liao released a dim flame, and Yaoying took his hand, making it a bit hot.

Tamara Gha looked down at her, with a light smile flashing across her eyes, her tight expression eased, her fingers pressed slightly and clasped her ten fingers.

As she passed by the front porch, Yaoying suddenly smiled and pointed to a pillar in the corner: "Luo Jia, when you came to Gaochang last time, did you hide there and look at me?"

She seemed to be aware of it at the time, but she didn't see him when she looked past.

She deliberately mentioned this in a very playful tone, and Tamara Gha could not help lowering her head and kissing her rosy lips, "Yes."

He stood there, across a door, looking at her in the red dust.

Before remembering this incident, Yaoying felt sorry for him but it was too late. Now she is returning to the old place, holding his hand, the pain of the past turned into a mellow wine, she smiled and said: "I know you came to Gaochang quietly, and there is another person. When I left with my wounds, I was almost mad at you."

Really angry, so angry that he wanted to rush in front of him, tore off his robes, tore off all his disguise, and had a good fight with him.

Tamaraga stopped and looked straight into her eyes: "Mingyue Slave, it won't be anymore."

When he promised something, the words are vast, as if the mountains are towering and calm.

It's the same when it's a lie.

Yaoying snorted softly, trying to hit him, her hand was tightly pulled by him, she couldn't pull it out, she could only stare at him.

There was a smile on his lips, and he wanted to kiss her well.

She has turned around and walked out.

Tamara Gha was a little disappointed in her heart, and followed her out.

After leaving the palace gate, the lively voices on the square rushed towards him. The day was sweltering and the night was cold. The banquet to welcome the convoy had just begun. The square was crowded with costumed men, women and children. There was a booze and fight, and some stretched their postures to fight and dance, which was extremely lively.

Yaoying stared at the crowd of people enthusiastically.

"Want to go dancing?" Tamaraga asked.

Yaoying smiled and shook her head, took his hand to leave, walked through the quiet long street, and came to a secluded courtyard. The people in the courtyard had been waiting long ago, and led the two in with a lantern.

There was laughter in the inner courtyard. A woman with a beautiful face and wearing a Central Plains costume led a man and a woman with two young men standing in the courtyard to light up lamps and pray for blessings. There were altars in front of the courtyard full of offerings.

The woman taught the young people to recite the scriptures, and the two young people agreed with a smile.

"She is my mother," Yaoying said softly, "My brother and I knew that Li De would not let go. When we regained the lost ground, we tried to secretly take her out of Jingzhao Mansion. The one in the palace was pretending to be someone else. of."

The person who pretends and Xie Manyuan's appearance are somewhat similar. They can fool the guards, but they can't fool Li De. What is ridiculous is that Li De doesn't care about Xie Manyuan. He just watched it a few times from a distance, so I don't know that the hostage in his hand is fake. .

"A-niang doesn't know me and brother, but I still want to bring you to meet her, let A-niang know that I'm having a good time."

Tamara Gya squeezed Yaoying's hand tightly.

The two stood in the shadow for a while, waiting for Xie Manyuan to return to the house to rest under the persuasion of the two waiters, and came out together holding hands.

Yaoying asked the housekeeper: "Has Alang been here?"

Li Zhongqian came to Gaochang first.

The housekeeper's face changed slightly, and he whispered: "Qiniang, A Lang has been here, but he didn't dare to wait any longer... There is something that the slave wants to report to you."

"What's up?"

The butler hesitated and said: "The slave listened to Xie Chong and they said that a girl... brought Alang's tokens and found it. At that time, you and Alang were not there. Xie Chong and the others didn't dare to call the shots, so they could only take them over and live. After Alang came back, he hurried to report it there. Who knows that Alang saw someone, without blinking, he turned his head and left...Xie Chong, they didn't know what to do with the girl."

"Is it someone you know?"

"I don't know, Xie Chong said that looking at the features of the girl, she must not be a Han Chinese. She can speak our Mandarin, as if her identity is very unusual. Xie Chong dare not talk to Nu Ming."

Yaoying's eyelids twitched: Li Zhongqian didn't have any romantic debts, right? However, he has always been daring to act, and it is your wish to deal with girls, and he will never give up in chaos.

She thought for a while, and said: "Take care of that girl first, and wait until I ask my brother to find out how to arrange it."

The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief, as he should.

The night is deep, and the stars are all over the place.

Yaoying and Tamaraga walked back holding hands, guards followed, and the long street echoed with the sound of several people's footsteps.

Tamara Gha suddenly asked, "Do you want to go to the banquet and dance?"

Yaoying was taken aback, raised her head, he looked down at her with a serious expression.

If she says she wants to dance, he will accompany her.

Yaoying smiled, stood on tiptoe and pecked on his lips, "I'm tired today, and I don't want to join in the fun. I will show it to you later."

Tamaraga flashed before her eyes the last time she danced with Princess Manda in the pavilion.

The graceful dance of flying in the Paradise of Bliss is nothing more than that.

Like a flower flickering in the wind, it was shaky, bright and charming, the stamens were about to bloom, and his palm still remembered the softness of her waist.

His body was tight, his blood speeded up rapidly, rushing through the blood vessels throughout his body.

The darkness well concealed his gaffe, Yaoying only thought he was not very interested in dancing, shook his hand, pulled him and walked back.