"These were all arranged by Wang himself before he left, and the drawings for building the garden were also drawn by Wang." Yuanjue said with joy.

Yaoying was sweet in her heart. She wanted to wait for him to come back and go shopping with him again. She went back to the inner hall and packed up her and Luo Jia's personal utensils. The hall was full of treasure boxes and cages. There were a few tightly fastened boxes on the side of the couch. The box that didn't need to be organized for the time being pushed aside, and with a bang, a box in the corner rolled down.

She picked up the box, afraid of breaking the contents, found the key, opened the lock, her eyes widened.

Half of the scroll wrapped in brocade in the box was opened, and the exquisite pictures on the paper came directly into her eyes.

Yaoying's eyelids twitched and closed the box.

This seems to be Roga's book case... Is this the book he read in his free time recently?

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The glorious sunset has dyed half of the sky red, smearing a gorgeous layer of rouge on the arrogant yellow sand.

The holy city rebuilt in the ruins is still majestic and majestic. The heat has not yet dissipated. The people in brightly-colored costumes have walked out of their homes in groups. The alleys in the city are empty, and there are bonfires in the long street square.

A banquet tent, a long felt, a heavy curtain, densely packed, the crowds are one after another, and there is almost no place to go. A converter is set up on the bonfire, and the fat lambs that are roasted are sizzling with oil. Red, braised and roasted with fresh naan cakes. On a long table, the fruits just picked from the branches during the day are stacked like a pagoda, grapes, mulberries, courgettes, dates, red plums, and a bite filled with fruits in the corner. The big basket is sweet and fragrant. Large pieces of lamb bones and green leafy vegetable soup are stewed in the big pot. The old man guards the wooden barrel wrapped in layers of white cloth, and occasionally lifts the lid of the barrel and scoops out a large spoonful from it. The cold and crisp mountain exuding a chill, topped with cheese, prickly honey, raisins, chopped dried fruits and goat milk, handed it to young men and women who were sweating profusely.

The air is full of the strong aroma of food and powder, and the richer aroma is the mellow wine.

Large cars were passing through the long street, with a huge wine barrel strapped to it that was so big that only two mature men could barely lift it up. When the king and the queen were married, the people presented their own aged wines. No matter who came to beg for a drink, they only needed to say a word of blessings to the king and the queen, and they would be able to drink freely, lie down and sleep when they were drunk.

There is no ban tonight, and the celebration will last all night.

The musicians played the vertical bamboo, pipa, Santur, Ayczech, and matouqin, and played the Qiang flute and the jade ring, and the beautiful girl waved the golden bell, beat the lambskin drum and the karaoke drum, and the cheerful and crisp music echoed in the holy city. In every corner, people drank big bowls, ate meat, talked and laughed loudly, sang and danced, and were elated. The girl danced lightly, and the colorful long skirt woven a brilliant rainbow light.

Yaoying changed her attire and stepped into the main hall surrounded by the maid's soldiers. People celebrating on the side of the road stopped back and saluted her.

The customs of the Royal Court and the Central Plains are different. She discussed with Tamaraga in advance that after marriage, she would not stay in the deep palace all day to wait for him to come back. Chiefs of various ministries and envoys of other countries.

Prince Jinbo rushed to the first one to send his blessings. He saw an acquaintance who shouldn't be in the royal court just now at the banquet. He was dumbfounded and went up to talk.

The man smiled faintly and said, "Princess Wen Zhao invited me. When the princess was imprisoned by Haidu Aling, we had some friendship."

Jinbo's dull brain wanted to understand many things in an instant, and was terrified. Thinking of Wakhan Khan's instructions during his lifetime, he decided to please Queen Wang Ting in the future, at least not to offend her.

Especially this queen is Xie Qing's lord.

Jin Bo first glanced at Xie Qing next to Yaoying, showed off, thought for a long time, and said with dignity and anger: "I wish the princess and the Buddha will give birth to some fat boys soon!"

In Beirong, the best blessing for newlyweds is to have a nest early.

Yaoying's eyelids twitched and thanked him.

Jin Bo was a little proud, and glanced at Xie Qing.

Xie Qing was expressionless.

Yaoying asked Xie Qing and the others to drink and dance, and only asked two soldiers to follow her.

Congratulations are endless.

"I wish the princess and Wang Bai grow old together forever."

Those who said this were envoys from various countries who could speak Chinese.

"I wish the queen and Wang Enai sweet, full of descendants, just like the grapes in the Nile Valley."

This is a royal court official.

"I wish the princess and the Buddha share the joy of husband and wife as soon as possible."

This sentence came from the mouth of Princess Manda, who came to the holy city with her husband to congratulate Tamaraga and Yaoying on their wedding.

When Yuanjue heard this, his face became stiff.

Princess Manda didn't care about the side eyes of the soldiers around her, her face flushed, and she approached Yaoying with her wine glass smiling.

"The princess dressed up like this, like a goddess walking down from the temple murals."

Many gods are enshrined in the temples of Piramala, as well as charming goddesses.

Yaoying smiled and said, "The princess came from a long way, and the journey has been hard."

"What's this hard work? The Buddha married a wife, how can I miss it?" Princess Manda shook her hand and cast a wink at Yaoying, "I am beautiful and beautiful, and my dance is unparalleled in the world. No man can resist it. I, for so many years I have only lost in the hands of the Buddha... now the Buddha is captured by the princess..."

She laughed and gloated.

Although she failed and was driven away by the Buddha in despair, but seeing the cold and solemn Buddha planted under Princess Wen Zhao's pomegranate dress, she still had a vengeance in her heart.

That's how she holds a grudge.

"Princess, have you seen the gift I gave you?" Princess Manda lowered her voice, "Those are my magic weapon, the princess is married, I am willing to give up love, the princess must make the best use of it! What's the matter? No, I will teach you...Princess, don't be fooled by the Buddha, all men look the same when they get to the bed... The Buddha looks like a baby at first sight. His physique is very likely to hurt you when excited. People who want to be very exuberant, you must prepare early, don’t play around with him, or you’ll be the one who suffers! In my hometown, when you combine men and women, you should enjoy the beauty of love in order to be called joy of fish and water... …"

Ma Luguo's attendant listened to her more and more blatantly, in a cold sweat, and hurriedly pulled her away.

Yaoying was laughing and crying, suddenly remembering the booklet of Tamaraga, her eyes patrolled, looking for Tamaraga's figure all over the room.

He met envoys from various countries on the high platform. On such a lively occasion, the voices were full of people, singing and dancing. He was wearing a gorgeous dress and surrounded by guards and officers, and his temperament was still pure and elegant.

Perceiving her gaze, he looked at her.

Across the swaying lights and the laughing crowd, his face was a little fuzzy, but Yaoying could feel the light smile in his eyes, it didn't look strong, but it was subtle.

She carried a gilt beast-head flask, stepped onto the high platform, and sat down beside Tamaraga. The messengers raised their glasses to congratulate her. She smiled and greeted a few words, drank wine, and looked at Tamaraga. .

"Are you tired?" he asked, taking the wine glass from her hand and pouring her a glass of apricot syrup.

Yaoying shook her head. She was busy with the Western Army a while ago, just to deal with a few important things before returning to the royal court. Now everything is safe and she can steal a few days of leisure.

"How about you? Do you want to go and rest earlier?"

If it is not necessary, he will not attend the grand banquet.

The corners of Tamaraga's lips raised slightly, "Today is your and my wedding."

How could he miss his wedding.

Yaoying chuckled lightly.

He cared about what she had said before, "Don't care about anything, don't care about anything", and insisted on giving her the best.

The two leaned on one place to talk without any other intimate actions, but the corners of their eyebrows and eyes were filled with affection, and the envoys and guests around made a kind of laughter and flattery, saying that they were a pair of biren entrusted by the gods.

Tamara Gha raised his head, his brows clear.

The envoys were amazed by their hearts. They used to rack their brains to please the Buddha, but the Buddha had no foreign objects, no weaknesses, and no preferences. There was no way to start. Today I finally saw a faint smile in those wise eyes. Floating, seeing him happy, they worked harder to please, and took the opportunity to make long-thinking requests and proposals.

Tamara Gya had a calm face and listened noncommittal.

Everyone was nervous, even at the wedding banquet, the Buddha remained calm and silent.

Yaoying drank the sweet and sour apricot syrup, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she leaned against Tamaraga, her red lips slightly opened, and she whispered: "Roga, when I sorted the cage in the afternoon, I accidentally knocked over the black paint. The book case, afraid that the contents might break, use the key you gave me to open it and take a look."

Tamara Gha's eyelashes trembled suddenly.

She bit her lip, "I saw those books."

Tamaraga looked down and said nothing.

All the people were singing and laughing, Yaoying turned her head, seemingly not smiling, in front of all the guests, whispered softly in his ear: "Langjun, what do you think of those things?"

He seemed to be embarrassed and blaming him, but his tone was clearly teasing. The end of the sentence rose slightly, like a triumphant cat, scratching him hard with one paw, and then stretched out the soft cushion to gently comfort him, and the tip of his tender red tongue flashed. pass.

Tamara Gha did not make a sound.

Hearing her deliberately prolonged and delicate "Langjun", he couldn't recover for a long while, and the strange numbness was beating in his chest cavity.

The messenger during the dinner was unclear, so he continued to search and dig his belly to try to flatter him.

Yaoying liked to see his calm appearance, and continued: "Luo Jia, Yuanjue said that you have been to Tangquan after you came back...Are you almost getting better?"

As he said, his gaze swept across his legs, which was meaningful.

Although she had touched it several times, she actually didn't dare to look down every time.

Tamara Gha was shocked, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and his body was already stiff.

He didn't dare to look at her, and changed his posture casually.

Yaoying smiled, reluctant to continue bullying him, got up to leave, just sat up a bit, her wrists tightened, and he clasped tightly.

She raised her eyes to look at him, with a successful smirk on her lips, so many people looked at them, and he had to endure anger.

Tamara Gha looked at her, and the aura that was secretly converging in calm and light exuded in an instant, like a copper wall and iron wall, strong and strong, with unabated strength in his hands, his eyes were lifted, and he glanced lightly.

The guards next to him nodded together and retreated to the jade steps. The envoys and guests also got up under the sign of the guards, fisted and retreated.

At the high platform that was still lively just now, there were only two people left in the blink of an eye, Tamaraga and Yaoying.

Yaoying was dumbfounded.

The people in the audience were still drinking, the music was violent, and the figure was shaking. Only she and him were on the stage. He leaned over, his breath lingering in her ears.

"Mingyue Slave, I have been a monk since I was a child, and I don't understand the way of husband and wife."

He said this seriously, Yaoying couldn't help her heart beating like a drum and her earlobes were hot.

"You are so knowledgeable..."

She didn't believe that he didn't understand at all, he could recognize the Tianzhu Bronze Buddha at a glance.

"I have only heard of Tianzhu's secret method, and have never studied the relationship between husband and wife, for fear of hurting you."

To be liberated can only be liberated by penetrating everything, and after understanding it, he can put it down. He read all over the scriptures. For him, the joy of husband and wife is the same as the glory and wealth that other people in the world can't give up. There is no difference, but it is just a kind of greed.

At first, when he was greedy for her, he had never thought of blaspheming her so much, he just wanted to keep her by his side.

Later, I moved, wanting more and more, getting stronger and stronger. When I saw her, I couldn't restrain it, and chanting couldn't calm my mind.

Tamara Gya clasped Yaoying's wrist and looked at her greasy white neck that was exposed by the gesture of bowing her head. Her thin and sturdy body was resting on her side, without a smile on her face, she said slowly and slowly: " The joy of husband and wife, and the joy of harmony, come from nature. I am your husband. You marry me. I want you to be happy, so I read those books."

He moved closer and held her hand to kiss his lips. The cold voice became hoarse and pointedly: "Mingyue Slave, when you stroked me, I was very happy."

Happy to the point of wanting to sink into it all the time, the kind of pleasure that makes the waist and eyes sore, so easy to forget, swallowing his self-sufficiency like a devil.

This kind of words came out of Luo Jia's mouth, and it was particularly sultry.

A shudder rolled over Yaoying's body, her face flushed, her eyelashes trembled, and heat flowed into her face.

The one who teased him deliberately was himself.

"I heard people say that those face capitals chosen by Bodhidharma for you are good at this."

He was silent for a while, then suddenly said.

Yaoying's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it, and raised her head in a daze.

Does he know about the first face?

Tan Moroga looked at her with majesty in her eyes: "How many faces do you want to raise in Gaochang?"

He once thought, as long as she is happy.

Later he discovered that with love and desire, there must be jealousy and hatred, loss and pain. They are pervasive and bite his body bit by bit. As the scripture says, seven emotions and six desires are accompanied by each other.

How happy it was when she was with her, how bitter it was when she let go and watched her leave.

Yaoying's scalp is tingling.

Sure enough, he was cunning. He had known that she had used the idea of ​​raising face, and deliberately couldn't bear it. Now he said it, she was so shocked that she suddenly revealed her stuff.

"King, queen, it's auspicious time."

The ceremonial officer asked for instructions in the audience, and the voice floated away, dispelling the silent ambiguity between the two.

The whole hall laughed and laughed.

Yaoying finally recovered her breath, slapped her hand back, pushed Tamara Gha, stood up, and walked towards the terrace full of flags.

Tamaraga looked at her back and got up to follow her.

The terrace courtyard was blazing, and the square under the stage was crowded with people. The people who had waited for a long time saw the two appearing side by side in front of the railing. They shouted excitedly, blessing them and thanking them. Waves, the mountains whispered to the tsunami.

Tamaraga and Yaoying saluted the people, and the shouts became louder and louder.

On the high cliffs in the distance, tens of thousands of lotus lanterns filled with congratulations rose up at the same time, tens of thousands of bright yellow lights floated and floated in the vast sky of night, as if the milky way fell.

She and him stood in front of the terrace, as if they were in the middle of a vast sea of ​​clouds and stars, and they could pluck out the shining stars as soon as they stretched out their hands.

Yaoying looked at the grand scene in front of her, her heart was peaceful and stable, all the things she had had since acquainted with Tamaraga came to mind, and she looked back and smiled at him.

The sky was full of bright lights, not as good as her smile.

Tamara Gha embraced her, bowed her head and kissed her between her brows.

The banquet dissipated, and the guests walked out to continue drinking and celebrating.

Yaoying was a little tired. First, she went back to the inner hall. The maid served her to wash. She was surprised to find that there was a cave in the back hall, and there was a hot spring pool. She thought that it might be connected to the spring pool on the other side of the tunnel. Need to soak in hot springs.

The maid sprinkled fragrant flowers and herbs in the water. She soaked in the hot soup for a while, and she was tired. She took a book and lay down on the big bed to look through it.

When Tan Moroga came back, the temple was quiet.

The low-hanging drapery showed dim lights, the bead curtain was half-rolled, Yaoying was lying on her side by the bed, holding the scroll loosely in her hand, her eyes closed tightly, her breathing was long, she was asleep, she was asleep like a cloud of hair. Spreading down, lying on the branches of the pillow, snow gathering under the moon, the plackets are slightly scattered, the gauze skirt is rolled up, revealing half of the round and white shoulders, from the full swelling, the slender waist, the slender legs, to the gauze skirt looming His slender ankle stretches out an exquisite curve.

She slept soundly, her face flushed slightly.

Brilliant light circulates.

A burst of fragrance escaped.

It is the unique sweet fragrance that radiates from her. It is light, if there is nothing, it will become particularly strong when touching him embarrassingly, thick enough to drip out honey, and tempting to taste.

Tamaraga stared at her for a while, leaned over, and gently took away the scroll in her hand.

Yaoying's eyelashes flickered a few times, she opened her eyes, saw him, and asked in a daze, "Why are you here?"

Half-dreaming and half-awake, her voice was soft and delicate.

Before he could answer, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

I don’t know if it’s too tired. I forgot what day it is today, or because he didn’t dare to touch her too much these days, thinking that he would be the same tonight and would not stay overnight, or he asked about his face and deliberately stayed. he.

Or maybe he just didn't think he was too hot and wanted to sleep well.

Tamaraga smiled, kissed her hair, got up and walked into the apse.

The sound of water pattered.

After half an hour, Yaoying woke up, rubbed her eyes and got up, looking at the magnificent bedroom in front of her, remembering that Tamaraga seemed to have come back just now, she got out of the bed barefoot and pulled aside the bead curtain, "Roga?"

There was a dull response from inside.

Yaoying walked in and looked inside.

The room was filled with moisture, and rippling bright water waves were faintly visible. Tamara Gha sat in the pool with her back facing her, naked, with her shoulders slightly arched, like a tensioned bowstring, her muscles stretched, and sweat beaded densely. , Slid down the undulating lines little by little, and fell into the water.

There was a small thud.

Yaoying woke up, turned and left, and Tamaraga's calm and calm voice came from behind: "Mingyue Slave, help me get a dress."

She regained her senses and promised, picking a large, leisurely monk's robe from the hanger, and walking into the bath room.

The hot spring pool is inlaid among the jade steps, and the spring water is spit out from the bronze pipe of the animal head.

He often does this at night.

Yaoying walked to the edge of the pool, leaned over, and handed him the monk's clothes. A few strands of long hair fell and flicked across his shoulder.

"Roga, don't be tired."

A huge force came from her hand, Tamara Gya suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed her wrist, pulled her into the hot spring pool, let her sit in her arms, the pool water splashed and wet her clothes and clothes. hair.

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Her waist was slender, unbearable, weak and boneless, like a willow paper, graceful and light, and full of tenacity, like a flower branch, trembling in his palm because of his tricks.

A pool of clear water surged.

"Roga..." She couldn't stand it, almost crying, reaching out to push him.

He pulled back a little, his blue eyes were deep, his lips moved upwards, and he kissed her, her neck, sides of the neck, and chin through the drenched clothes. Then he clasped her back of the neck, opened her teeth, and pointed to her. Asking for more intolerable, like pain, but also like a gasp of joy.

The bath room was empty, with no other furnishings except for a few jade cases. Yaoying's suppressed voice echoed in the huge room and then reflected.

She was full of flames and she didn't know where she was. When he finally gasped and let go of herself, she stared at him blankly, her lips glowing, her clothes half-fading, and her skin glowing red.

Tan Moroga's eyebrows were deep and silent, and he reached out to brush the traces left by her on her lips, and her voice was dull: "Mingyue Slave, I'm fine, stay tonight...I won't go anymore."

He held the hand of the prayer beads and began to peel her clothes.

"If it hurts, don't bear it, tell me."

Yaoying softened into a pool of water, and her fingers trembled.

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