Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Deva Munda got up and looked at the legs of Tamaraga, her face solemn.

Prajna and the other two soldiers gathered around the bed and discussed a few words with Deva Munda in a low voice.

Everyone looked gloomy.

On the contrary, the seriously ill Tamara Gha had the calmest expression, his cold eyes swept across the faces of several people, and he whispered something.

Prajna nodded while wiping tears.

They spoke Sanskrit, and Yaoying couldn't understand a single sentence, but felt that the hoarse voice in Tamaraga still had a certain elegant rhythm.

The footsteps that awakened her were getting closer, and a soldier lifted the curtain and walked into the inner room quickly, saying nonsense: "Wang, Daxiang, they are here, they insist on entering the palace to see the king!"

Several people looked at each other.

"Can't let them in!" Prajna asked, standing in front of the couch, "Where is the regent?"

The soldier said: "General Su went to Gaochang not long ago and has not yet returned to the city."

"Where is Princess Chima?"

"General Ashina escorted Princess Chima to Yunfu City. They were not in the city, and they had already sent someone to invite them." The soldier's face was sweaty, "Dashang, they are about to break in!"

The soldiers were at a loss, and Deva Munda sighed helplessly, not wanting to intervene in the affairs of the royal court.

In the suppressed silence, the groggy Tamaraga sat up on the couch, his thin shoulders crimped into a string, and there was no trace of panic on his pale face, and he whispered, "Help me to the main hall."

The voice is still calm.

Prajna wiped the corners of his eyes, bent over to support Tamaragarh, and his movements were extremely proficient, as if such things had happened countless times.

Yaoying took a step forward, "You better not go to the ground."

Tamaraga lifted his eyes and looked at her with dark blue eyes.

He looks at people as cold as his people, as if looking at you, and as if looking at other things through you, probably everything in the world is vulgar in his eyes.

An invisible coercion lingers around him, not sharp, if there is nothing.

Yaoying and him looked at each other for a while, her gaze fell on his lap, her brows frowned, and she said in a non-smooth nonsense, "Your legs are swollen like this. You must rest in bed. If you go to the ground, even if you have Anxi pills now, this Both legs are completely useless."

She didn't know how Tamaraga died of illness, only that he was carried to the altar by believers the last time he gave a public lecture. Now that he looked at his leg, she guessed that his leg must have been useless at that time.

Prajna was shocked, sobbed and asked: "King, tell Daxiang the truth!"

Tamara Gha looked down at her legs, her eyelashes trembling lightly, and said faintly, "Nothing."

Bei Rong looked eagerly, the situation in North Korea and China was unstable, and news of his serious illness could not be leaked out.

Prajna and the soldier looked at each other, not daring to say anything, and helped him up.

Yaoying's brow furrowed tighter.

Tamaraga does not care about his body, do people around him really regard him as a god?

He is a man.

The slaves said that from the nobles to the common people, the royal court hated the Han people. Only this monk was merciful. He not only regarded all the slaves as his people and treated the people of all ethnic groups kindly, but also encouraged the believers and the Zoroastrianism, Manichaeism, and Manichaeism. Nestorians live together peacefully.

If this person lives an extra day, Bei Rong will not be able to break through the royal court, and Bei Rong will not be able to draw out the main force to attack the Central Plains.

Yaoying turned her mind a few times, stopped Prajna, and said: "Your king can't go to the ground now, find a reason to send them away."

Prajna looked at her vigilantly: "Daxiang is stubborn, and ordinary reasons can't stop him..."

"I am the reason."

Yaoying interrupted Prajna's words, raised her hand to caress her hair sideburns, the tails of her eyes were slightly upturned playfully, her eyes curled up like autumn water, and the budding branches of a tree suddenly smiled and spit out in a flash, and the clouds steamed and glowed. , People dare not look at it.

Suddenly, the room is full of spring.

"You go out and talk to Daxiang, Princess Wei is infatuated, entangled with the Buddha, and the Buddha can't get out of her body."

Prajna blushed, and looked down at Tamaraga.

Tamara Gha did not raise her head to look at Yaoying, her eyes drooped, looking at the pair of torn-out straw sandals on the girl's feet.

On the way, he forgot to tell his subordinates to take care of the princess Wei Chao. She went with the slaves, and wanted to come and suffer a lot.

Tamara Gha coughed and said, "No, this matter has nothing to do with the seventh princess."

Yaoying was surprised to find that he spoke the northern Mandarin of the Central Plains, and was more fluent than the Tianzhu people who had spent a long time in the Central Plains, who spoke more fluently, without any accent.

It is said that he was early in his youth and had already mastered seven or eight languages ​​when he was a teenager, but he did not expect that this included Chinese.

If such a person simply becomes a monk who devotes himself to practicing and studying Buddhism, he will not be so hard.

Yaoying sighed in her heart, smiled, and said nonchalantly: "I am in a dangerous situation, and the Buddha saved me from the fire and water, and I deserve to retaliate."

As she said, she squatted down and looked at Tamaraga, her dark and shiny eyes reflecting the other's pale face.

"Your legs are like this, so don't walk around."

Before he could say anything, Yaoying stood up, untied the hair tie, took off the tattered straw sandals on her feet, stepped barefoot on the carpet, shawl with long hair, and walked out step by step, growing lotus step by step, her back graceful.

A pair of smooth and smooth snow-white jade feet between the gorgeous animal patterns faintly reveal a fragrance that makes the population dry.

The guard in the room was dumbfounded.

Outside the main hall, a group of middle-aged men in their 40s and 50s stepped onto the stone steps.

The leading man is Wang Ting Daxiang Kang Mozhe. He is dressed in a short robe with small sleeves, a pair of bird prints, a waistband, long boots, a treasure knife around his waist, and his long hair is tied with a ribbon, tied behind his head. As he walked, he berated the guards: "The king came back last night, why didn't he summon the minister right away?"

Prajna greeted him and pointed at Li Yaoying, who was weeping in front of the temple door: "The Majesty doesn't know anything. Princess Wei is looking for life and death. She has to marry the king, and the king can't get away."

Kang Mozha was taken aback and looked in the direction of his fingers.

It was a slender and beautiful silhouette, fresh and beautiful, even more graceful than the flowers blooming all over the valley in the early spring.

Everyone just took a short glance, and they couldn't help taking a breath.

Yaoying greeted everyone's scrutinizing eyes, sobbing and crying more and more sadly.

Kang Mozhe had heard from the private soldiers that the princess Wei Chao had proposed marriage before Wan Jun. He thought that the private soldiers exaggerated the words. At this moment, he really saw the people, only to realize that the private soldiers did not portray half of the beauty of the princess Wei.

The beauty was really clumsy, and actually fell in love with a monk who would not be impressed by beauty.

Kang Mo rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "There is such a stunning beauty in the world."

The others looked at each other.

The king is a Buddha. He is obsessed with a beauty. At these embarrassing moments, do they go in or not?

"We can't stop Princess Wei." All the guards made an anxious look, "She is a woman, or a princess of the Central Plains, we dare not hurt her, as long as the king appears, she will follow the king without leaving. The king has no choice but to hide in the sleeping hall."

Everyone chuckles knowingly: What can the king do if such a stunning beauty is entangled?

Changing to be them has long been a good thing, and only Wang can resist such temptation.

Prajna straightened his back, and said: "The ministers, please go back, and when the king resolves the matter of the Princess of the Central Plains, he will call you."

Kang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

Others have already laughed. The Buddha's six roots are clean, and this kind of thing will happen: "We just want to confirm whether the king has returned to the city safely. Now that the king is safe and sound, we will leave."

They blinked at Kang Mosha: "Daxiang, it's not time for an audience now."

Kang Mo covered his eyes and stayed on Yaoying for a long time, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he turned and left with the others.

It wasn't until the figures of the group of them turned the palace gate that they were no longer visible, that Prajna let out a sigh of relief quietly.

Outside the palace gate, Kang Mozhe bid farewell to the people and called his followers: "Tell General Xue that there is a stunning beauty in the city, and she is still a Han girl."

The pro followed the order.

Prajna was sure that Da Xiang had really left, and returned to the gate of the temple, with a dazed expression: "Da Xiang actually left like this."

Yaoying stood up, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and rolled up her long hair.

The minister didn't worry about whether her existence would harm the reputation of Tamaragarh, but showed a gloating expression one by one.

It seems that the royal court is not stable. The monarch of a country defends against the ministers, and the ministers are secretly thinking.

No wonder that when Tamaraga died, the royal court became a mess of sand.

Yaoying returned to the inner hall, and there was only the sound of candle burning in the curtain.

Tamara Gha fell asleep.

Prajna ran back to the bed, knelt down, looked back at Deva Munda, with a look of expectation.

Deva Munda sighed: "Acupuncture can only relieve pain."

Yaoying nodded: "Acupuncture can only last for a while, he can't last for too long. When will the people you send to the Central Plains to ask for medicine return to the Wang Court?"

Deva Munda shook her head with a sad expression: "The regent was afraid that the news would be leaked, so he could only secretly send people in the caravan to the east to look for medicine. He sent a total of more than 20 people before and after, and now the business road is intercepted by Bei Rong. There was no trace of the caravan in the Central Plains. The only caravan that returned safely went to Tubo. The guard did not bring back any useful medicinal materials."

Yaoying recalled what she had seen along the way, that the royal caravan that had been killed by the prince Yelu probably had a guard for Tamaraga looking for medicine. The Bei Rong lay between the Western Regions and the Central Plains, blocking traffic. Wang Ting wanted to bring the medicine back from the Central Plains, but it was as difficult as climbing to the sky.

And it's too late.

Yaoying said: "I know where there are sage grasses in the Western Regions."

The eyes of Prajna and Munda were surprised at the same time.

Yaoying looked at them: "In the camp of Haidu Aling."

She was born with inadequacy. After many years of recuperation, she has been unable to stop the medicine. The only medicinal material in the gel pill is Shui Mang Cao. When she married to the Yelu tribe, the dowry she brought contained a large number of rare medicinal materials and pre-prepared pills. When she and her soldiers escaped from Yelu's department, they only took some gel pills, and all those dowries remained in the tribe.

And the entire Yelu tribe finally fell into the hands of Haidu Aling.

Yaoying confidently said: "I've inquired, the property that Haidu Aling has searched has been transported back one after another, and they are hidden in the camp."

Wakhan Khan’s son will not attack Haidu Aling because of a few rumors. He hides a lot of treasures and silks brought back from the Central Plains in his camp.

Deva Munda was startled.

The medicine that can cure the Buddha is in Beirong?

"Bei Rong will not kindly give us medicines, and we can't let them know how important those medicines are to the king." Prajna stood up, frowning, "We can't grab them either. Wang Tinggang and Bei Rong have entered into a covenant and cannot attack. them."

Deva Munda was silent. He was always silent when it came to military affairs.

Prajna paced back and forth in a hurry: "But the regent is not there! General Ashina is also not there! There is no one who can make an idea! What should I do?"

Yaoying glanced at Tamaraga on the bed, and said, "The royal court doesn't need to attack Beirong. That is my dowry."

Prajna looked back at her.

Yaoying walked to the book case and wrote a letter on Jinbo: "As Princess Wei, I ask Beirong Khan to return my dowry."

She paused, raising her eyebrows to look at Prajna.

"As for whether Bei Rong will return my dowry honestly, it depends on who sent this letter. If the person sending the letter is the army of the royal court, Bei Rong Khan might personally urge Haidu Aling to return it. dowry."

Prajna understood what she was saying.

Wang Ting asked Bei Rong to ask for a dowry on behalf of the princess of the Wei Dynasty. Doesn't it mean to show the world that the Buddha agreed to the princess of the Wei Dynasty?

Then can this Han girl be able to stand upright and not leave?

"No!" Prajna shook his head decisively.

Yaoying stretched her hands: "Now that Buddha's life is on the horizon, the only medicine that can save him is in sight. I have no soldiers and no commander. Bei Rong will not return my dowry just because of a letter from me. What should I do? , You make your own decision."

After all, she is not the one who needs water and grass now.

Tamaraga’s life hanging by a thread is one of them. The ministers have just been sent away, and within two days they will ask to see the monarch again.

They have no retreat.

The expression on Prajna's face changed, momentarily angry, momentary worry, momentary hesitation, turning his head to look at the fainted Tamaraga, struggling for a long time, and accepted the letter in Yaoying's hand.

"Han girl, do you dare to swear that what you say is true?"

Yaoying smiled and looked at Deva Munda: "Master, I will tell you the truth."

Deva Munda folded her hands together: "The poor monk believes in the princess."

Speaking of Prajna nodded, he said a few words in Sanskrit.

Prajna held the letter tightly, her fingers twisted so hard, her neck raised: "Okay! I will go to Yunfu City to talk to Princess Chima and General Ashina. If the princess and the general agree, I will deliver this letter myself!"

He gritted his teeth, turned and rushed out.

The other soldiers sent Yaoying to a room in the side hall to be guarded, and Deva Munda said guiltily, "I also hope that the princess will forgive me, and that the Buddha is critically ill cannot be passed on."

Yaoying understood his scruples, smiled and shook her head, indicating that there was nothing wrong.

They are now in the same boat, and she also hopes that Tamara Gha can overcome this difficulty.

Her hope of returning to the Central Plains from the North of the Western Regions was pinned on him.