Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

In the blue sky, snow peaks towering into the clouds, silver shining, deep valleys, fortresses hidden at the foot of the mountains, a few light green smoke curling up.

The air is clear.

Tamara Ghag stayed for a long time on the edge of the cliff to adjust her breath. He lowered his head and found that he was wearing a light blue lapel-inlaid long brocade robe, the sleeves were wide and flared, the wind was blowing, and the pleating was like squiggling water.

This is not his clothes.

The body was dry and comfortable, there was no pus and blood stickiness in the wound, and the inner shirt was changed.

When it was hot and cold last night, and when the body was unwell, he had a pair of warm and soft hands attached to him from time to time to wipe off his sweat.

It seems to be in the Gion Abode, quiet and elegant, with a sweet fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose.

Later, the warm sweet fragrance was brought into his arms.

Tamara Gaya stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands clasped together.

A string of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

Tamara Gha turned his head.

The stacked felt blankets in front of the felt tent were pushed aside, Yaoying rushed out from the inside, her stray braided hair was draped over her shoulders, her clothes were messy, the front was full of folds, her snow-white cheeks were flushed with a faint blush, her eyes were sleepy, and she was slanted. The corners of her eyes were bright red, like a begonia sleeping in spring.

She looked anxious and looked around, as if looking for something.

Tan Moroga turned and walked towards her, looking straight at her with blue eyes, and staring at her.

Yaoying's gaze settled on him, rubbed her eyes to make sure he hadn't left quietly, and let out a sigh of relief.

The morning light poured down, and Tamaraga stared at Yaoying.

Forcing her to sleep with herself, even though it was a move under the dim consciousness, it also offended her.

Yaoying also looked at Tamaraga with no accusation, cringe, questioning, or fear on her face, no shyness, loose braided hair, wet eyes, and she said with relief: "General Su, you just didn't leave."

With a flick of his braid, he turned his head and pointed to the earthenware pot buried in the warmth by the campfire, "General, remember to drink some medicinal soup and eat something."

After speaking, he turned and walked into the felt tent, took off his boots, picked up the blanket and covered him, slammed himself into the soft felt blanket with a soft bang.

Last night, Tamara Gha tightly held her hand. She couldn't move, she could only sleep on his arm, half-dreaming and half-awake, still remembering that she could not touch his wounds, and she slept very carefully, and she was sore. pain.

After a while, Yaoying's breathing was steady, and she actually fell asleep again.

Tamara Gha:...

She didn't seem to care at all.

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Yaoying only slept with a scent of Chenguang and then woke up. This time she could toss about in the warm felt blanket, sleeping comfortably.

The morning breeze beat the felt tent, she opened her eyes, fully awake, got up and put on the cloak, stepped out of the felt tent.

Tan Moroga sat cross-legged by the campfire, closed his eyes and settled, and there was a kind of tightness all over his body.

The medicinal soup in the clay pot is empty.

Yaoying didn't dare to disturb him loudly, so she lightly packed up the clothes she took off from him last night, folded the felt blanket, ate some dry food, found the mount that was brought to the shelter last night, and fed it a few pieces of grass. Cake, organize luggage.

After she was busy with her work, she returned to the pile of strange rocks, sat under another boulder, and after a while, she raised her eyes to take a look at Tamaraga.

He closed his eyes tightly, his face was calm, and fine beads of perspiration were slowly dripping from his forehead.

Yaoying stared at him in a daze. I don't know how long he watched. There were a few distant clear hums in the sky, and the agile figure of a goshawk appeared in the blue sky.

She stood up and greeted the past, the goshawk flapped its wings and swooped down, glanced at her sharply, without any sign of stopping, and went straight to Tan Moroga.

Yaoying was afraid that it would disturb Tamaraga, and quickly took out the prepared dried meat.

The goshawk patted her wings and landed on a protruding rock beside her. The sharp claws made a few marks, fiercely pecked her arm and picked up the jerky.

Yaoying looked down at her sleeves, shook her head and laughed, taking the opportunity to untie the cloth strips tied to the goshawk's claws and return to the strange rock.

After a while, Tamara Gha slowly opened his eyes.

Yaoying immediately passed the strip of cloth.

Tamara Gha didn't ask anything, reached out his hand to take it, unfolded it, and threw the cloth into the bonfire.

He pondered for a moment, looked up at the clear sky above his head, estimated the time, and said, "Go down the mountain and enter the city before dark."

Yaoying agreed, got up to pack her things, and when she put away the taut leather rope, swish, the leather rope bounced back like a sharp arrow and drew it on the back of her left hand.

Snapped!

Even though she wore warm animal skin gloves on her hands, Yaoying still gasped in pain, shook her hands, and continued to work.

There was a soft sound of the boots landing from far and near, and Tamaraga came over.

Yaoying raised her head.

Tamara Gha took away the brocade bag in her hand and motioned for her to raise her hand.

Yaoying reacted and shook her hand nonchalantly.

Tamaraga frowned slightly, "Princess, raise your hand."

This sound was very gentle, but with a somewhat indistinguishable momentum, a kind of coercion that was born with it.

Yaoying had to raise her hand.

Tan Moroga lowered her eyes, and gently took off the leather case from her hand with her fingers.

A swollen bluish-purple mark appeared on the back of Yaoying's suet-like hands, and the delicate hands, with the pink of peach petals glowing at the fingertips, the impressions became more shocking.

His movements were very light, Yaoying still inhaled with pain when the holster rubbed the swollen area.

She didn't expect that she would still be injured like this after wearing gloves.

Tamara Ka let go of Yaoying's hand, took the wound medicine, and handed it to her.

Yaoying did not receive the medicine, her left hand was raised flat, and her right hand stretched out and shook in front of his eyes.

Tamara Gha was slightly startled.

Yaoying continued to shake his hand at him, saying: "General, help me pick it."

Tamara Gha knowingly helped her take off the glove on her right hand and opened the medicine box.

Yaoying leaned in front of him, dug a coin-sized ointment from the medicine box in his palm and applied it on the back of her hand, hissed in her mouth and whispered, "No pain, no pain, after applying the medicine, for a while Enough."

She comforted herself in a low voice, applied the medicine, raised her head, and found that Tamara Gha had been looking at her, with deep blue eyes.

Seeing her looking up, he looked away.

Yaoying didn't think much, raised her hand, walked around Tamara Gha, stretched her hands before him, her long eyelashes fluttered: "General, I have applied the medicine, and then help me put on the gloves."

The tone is brisk and playful, and there is a kind of intimacy that knows that he will not refuse.

She treated him as Sultan Gu, would she care about what happened last night?

He should explain clearly to her.

Tamara Gha stayed silent, put away the ointment, first helped Yaoying put on the glove on her right hand, and then put on the glove on her left hand for Yaoying. The movements were gentler than before, without touching her skin during the whole process.

Yaoying remained motionless, standing in front of him obediently.

"I offended the princess last night."

Tamara Gha helped her put on her gloves and said softly.

Yaoying was lowering her head and blowing into the wound into the gap in the glove. Hearing the words, she raised her head, curled her brows and waved her hand, "It's okay, the general was unintentional. I also offended the general when I powdered the medicine last time."

When he first hugged her, she struggled a few times, but later found out that he had no other movements, and there was nothing unusual about him, probably just using her as a cold pillow.

Yaoying's eyes were dark and black, and her smile was full, obviously she didn't mind what happened last night.

Tamara Gya stared at her, and suddenly said: "The princess does not have to be impatient, although the wound is shallow, you still have to be careful."

Yaoying stayed for a while.

Tan Moroga motioned to her to wait under the snowdrift, "The princess has helped me a lot, and I will not leave the princess alone."

After getting his assurance, Yaoying was relieved. She was afraid that he would hide and heal by himself without saying a word. What if he couldn't get through it like last night?

She thought about it, and helped pick up the **** to bury the bonfire.

"My injury is nothing compared to the general's. I can help the general clean up."

A hand in black leather gloves stretched out and took the small stone in Yaoying's palm.

"I have martial arts, and the princess is different." Tamaraga said softly, with a gentle tone, but no doubt, "I'll do it."

Yaoying raised her eyes to see his face, and saw that his eyes were energetic, the color of his lips had been restored, and his speech was not as weak as last night, so she nodded.

The road on the mountain was rugged, and when Yaoying went back alone last night, it was dark again. She couldn't bring another empty pommel horse, and only rode one horse on the mountain. After everything was packed, the saddle was hung all over, and a bundle of felt blankets was piled on the horse's back.

Jian Ma let out a few dissatisfied nasal snouts.

Yaoying took the reins, gently comforted the mount, and fed it fruit.

Tamara Gha packed up, walked over, and before she could speak, Yaoying put his arm on the saddle and shook her left hand against him.

She has a wound on the back of her hand and can't hold the rein tightly.

Tamaraga turned on his horse, sat behind her, and pulled up the reins.

Jian Ma spread out all four hooves and started walking slowly, leaving a winding hoof print on the snow.

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When we reached the bottom of the mountain, the sky above the mountain road was empty, and a piece of white snow fell.

Jianma walked a mile and walked onto the avenue leading to the nearest town. A caravan had just passed by, and there were neat camel hoof prints in the road.

Tamara Gha asked about Yaoying's soldiers.

Yaoying hurriedly said: "The general rest assured, they followed General Ashina and went back to the holy city. Only I know that the general did not return to the city."

She trusted her own soldiers, but after all, they were not from the royal court. Letting them join in would definitely not worry about Yuanjue and Bi Suo.

The snowy field is vast, and the wind is reverberating. Yaoying is afraid that Tamara Gha will not hear her answer, so she always raises her head to look at him when she speaks.

The felt hat rubbed his chin from time to time, it was furry.

Tamara Gha did not ask any more.

The closer you get to the town, the roads gradually become crowded. Husbandsmen dressed in thick cloaks and peaked hats are riding horses and camels, surrounded by carts full of goods, and herdsmen in leather jackets are driving cattle and sheep. , Camel bells, the moo of cattle and sheep, and the melodious sound of pipa from the back of horses gathered in one place. Although the roads were barren, the wind and snow were full, the mountains stood tall and solemn, but it was full of smoke and fire.

Suddenly, there was a rush of horses hoofs in the distance, and the soldiers in leather armor galloped past, with a scimitar shimmering in the waist.

Yaoying remained silent, wrapped the veil tightly on her face, and looked up at Tamaraga. He wore a turban that could cover her head and face. His face was thickly covered with only a pair of blue eyes.

The two got off their horses, led the horses, and got into the team entering the city, and approached the city gate.

This town is not big, the city seems to stretch for only two or three miles, and the city wall is not too tall, just a yellow earth wall with peeling soil, but because it is under the jurisdiction of the royal court, no bandits dare to looting, and the city’s management is strict, yes It is the safest town to trade goods within a hundred miles, so there are many caravans and herders waiting to enter the city.

The figure swayed in front of the city gate, and soldiers were checking all the people who entered the city. The team moved slowly, and the tail of the team kept draining half a mile.

A businessman with two beards under his nose complained loudly: "A murderer has recently appeared in the holy city. He is searching every day. Today, he has to wait until the afternoon to enter the city!"

Others echoed: "No, not only the outside of the city is strictly investigated, but also in the city. Anyone who travels alone will be caught in the dungeon and locked up!"

"This kind of weather enters the dungeon, and it freezes over the night!"

The other Hu businessman sneered a few times, and said: "They have investigated so strictly, it is not for extortion!"

Yaoying moved in her heart and moved closer, listening to the businessmen talking, the more she listened, the tighter her brows frowned.

Bi Suo led away a large number of killers. The soldiers along the way did not stop searching the caravan and pedestrians passing by. Although they were probably as the Hushang said, they just used the search as an excuse to blackmail the Hushang and ask for benefits, they still can't take it lightly.

Yaoying retreated to the side of the mount, and glanced at the Tamaraga next to her.

"These soldiers should be directed at the general. I heard those merchants describe the murderer as similar to the general."

Yaoying whispered.

The royal court issued an edict to arrest the perpetrators, and did not dare to blatantly tell the most conspicuous features of the Sudanese ancient. He only talked about the body shape and age, which is almost the same as that of the Sudanese ancient.

"Even though these people are not the general's opponents, we still don't conflict with them, lest something goes wrong on Bi Suo's side." Yaoying lowered her head and turned out a few stamped parchments from the brocade bag. "This is We can pretend to be merchants and enter the city with the paperwork done by the caravan."

She brought these parchments from Wang Ting to Gaochang, and then brought them back from Gaochang. They were prepared for this time.

"What does the general think of this idea?"

Yaoying asked.

Tamara Gha nodded at her.

If he is alone, he can wait until dark before entering the city, and now he is with her, it is not suitable to take risks.

The team moved slowly amidst the curses of the Hushangs, and finally it was Yaoying and Tamaraga's turn to enter the city.

"My name is Akbayan and I am from Yangmacheng."

Yaoying handed over the parchment, and naturally hooked the arm of Tamaraga next to him, leaning against him.

"He is my Langjun."

Tamara Gamma's eyes flashed slightly.

Yaoying felt his surprise, she was taken aback, and looked up to meet his eyes. Didn't he understand it just now? The idea she said was to pretend to be a couple selling blankets!

Tamaraga looked away.

After reading the parchment, the soldiers immediately became more polite, but they still checked the felt bag on the horse's back.

Yaoying handed over a small bag of Persian silver coins.

The soldier took the bag and weighed it, with a smile on his face, and let him go immediately.

Yaoying thanked the soldiers and pulled Tamaraga into the city.

Tamaraga's eyes drooped, glanced at the hand she hooked on her arm, and didn't say anything.

The two entered the city gate, and there was a team just about to leave the city. A few heroes came out carrying a sedan chair, surrounded by servants, the soft curtain was blown up by the wind, and a beautiful face flashed past.

Yaoying saw the familiar face and her body stiffened.

How could Zhu Luyun appear here?

Shouldn't she be in Chang'an?

The team passed by Yaoying's eyes.

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Ah, I suddenly found that the nutrient solution is much better. I really appreciate every little angel who feeds and irrigates, (wearing a mask) embraces everyone, a big MUA~