Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The candlelight flicked.

Yuanjue turned out of the post, and his figure was like electricity, heading towards Shacheng.

The night is deep.

A goshawk fell silently in front of the window, and its yellow sharp beak pecked at the peeling dry mud from the soil wall.

Tan Moroga stretched out his hand, and the goshawk immediately raised his head and patted his wings. He took out a copper ring and tied it to the goshawk's paws, and gently stroked the goshawk with his fingers.

The goshawk made a dull cooing sound, spreading its wings and flying into the night sky.

He stood in front of the window, staring at the dark sky, his eyes light as water.

Ashina Bisuo, Yuanjue, the dead soldier who just came to spread the message, the guard who stayed in the Wangting Grottoes, Princess Wen Zhao...The only people who knew that the regent was outside the sand city at this moment. These people are his guards, who have vowed to be loyal to him since childhood, to be loyal to him, and will not reveal his secrets.

Princess Wen Zhao is an exception.

The candlelight was extinguished by the night wind blowing into the room from the gap, a burst of green smoke rose up, and several soft whispers came from the next door.

Tamara Gha returned to his senses and turned back to the inner room where the furnace was lit.

The room was dark and steamy in the gauze tent, warm as spring, Yaoying lay sideways among the felt blankets, sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, occasionally making a few vague mutters in her dreams.

Tamara Gha leaned over, sat down cross-legged, and continued to exercise and adjust her breath.

The murmur suddenly turned into a panic shout.

Tamara Gha opened his eyes.

In the dim light, Yaoying, who was sleeping across from him, closed her eyes tightly and did not wake up, but her body was twisting uncomfortably, not knowing what she was dreaming, her brows were frowned, her hands clenched on the blanket, her white face Dense beads of sweat came out.

Tamara Gha remembered the time she fell ill in Gaochang. At first, she might want to test his identity. She often approached him with excuses along the way. Later, she fell ill. Instead, she no longer deliberately probed his identity, regardless of whether he was found. There are so many weird things, without asking a single sentence, still trusting to be close to him, not even caring about the difference between men and women.

There are many people who love and admire him, but she is the only person who holds a kind of innocent trust in him who is another identity.

Yaoying's brows tightened, and her whole body trembled slightly.

When she met Zhu Luyun during the day, she lost her mind for a moment, and quickly pressed her worry, and she was refreshed again. After falling asleep, the whole person relaxed. Two years of rushing and wandering and the fear of being unable to change Li Zhongqian's fate flooded into her dreams. She once again dreamed of the scene where Li Xuanzhen killed Li Zhongqian and ran helplessly on the battlefield where corpses were everywhere. , Yelling brother over and over again.

Run, run.

Yaoying's hand gripping the blanket was stiff and twisted.

Tan Moroga twisted her eyebrows, got up, walked to Yaoying, leaned over, gently pulled her hand away, took off her gloves, the ointment on the wound was gone.

With her fingers tight, Yaoying suddenly clasped his hand tightly, like a drowning person suddenly saw a driftwood, which was tightly gripped, like a delicate cane tangled up, dense and flexible.

Tamara Gha didn't break away from Yaoying's hand, opened the medicine box with her empty right hand, reapplied the medicine to her, wiped her hands, her eyes drooped, her lips plumped, and she recited the scriptures in a low voice.

When he was young, whenever he was haunted by nightmares, he would recite scriptures.

"Bodhisattva, relying on Prajna Paramita for many reasons, no obstruction, no obstruction, no terror, far away from inverted dreams, and Nirvana..."

He didn't deliberately lower his voice, his voice was clear and cold, the tone was sweet, with a peculiar rhythm.

The sound of chanting without sorrow and joy seemed to be melodious, converging into a majestic ocean tide, breaking the illusion, the scene in the dream disappeared, Yaoying felt a sense, and gradually calmed down.

Half-dreaming and half-waking, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

There was no light in the room, and the fire was faint. A figure was sitting beside her, like a Buddha.

Yaoying's consciousness is dim, she can't see anything, but feels very relieved inexplicably, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After a long while, listening to her long breathing, Tamara Gha got up and sat back to her original position.

Outside the window, Xueluo was silent.

Yaoying felt dark and sweet, and when she woke up, it was already bright.

She lay under the blanket, warm and comfortable all over.

Yaoying stayed for a while, and couldn't remember when she fell asleep. She quickly got up and saw the Tamaraga sitting there, closing her eyes and adjusting her breath, her movements immediately became cautious.

The snowy sky shone into the house from the high windows, and judging from the dazzling light floating in front of the tent, it was a sunny day.

Yaoying didn't expect that she would sleep so deeply. She was secretly annoyed, rubbed her eyes, tiptoedly moved to Tamaraga, and looked closely at his face, and found that he looked a little haggard and felt more guilty in her heart.

I don't know if he had an attack last night.

Yaoying stared at Tamaraga's face unblinkingly, with a warm sniff on his neck.

He opened his eyes and glanced at her.

Seeing him wake up, Yaoying leaned closer: "I accidentally fell asleep last night, is the general okay?"

"nothing."

"Is the general better today?"

Tamara Gaya nodded slightly.

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief, got up and backed away, gathered up the screen, and opened the window to dissipate the air.

There were a few knocks on the door, and the man brought clean water, a pot of naan and mutton of various sizes and thicknesses.

Yaoyingmeng veiled, took the things, filtered the water first, and sent a portion to Tamaraga. He broke the naan cakes and ate them, talked to him, and went downstairs.

The stove in the hall was blazing, and the voices were full of voices. Hu businessmen from the north and south of Congling gathered together, sitting in twos and threes on the carpet, talking loudly in different languages.

"Princess Wen Zhao!"

Yaoying's heart tightened, her heart beating wildly, her fingers were deeply pinched into her palms, but her face was not exposed, she calmly followed her reputation.

A group of Wang Ting merchants wearing pointed brocade hats and lapels and brocade robes sat around the stove, holding plates, grabbing the roast lamb on the plate, discussing something, all of them glowing red, and their faces were full of meaning. A deep smile.

Yaoying immediately realized that the Wang Ting merchant in the hall was just talking about herself, so she called out her title loudly, and she sighed and calmed her mind.

She asked her mate for a plate of barbecue, found an inconspicuous corner, sat cross-legged like other people, grabbed the mutton, and listened carefully to what the people were talking about.

The Wang Court businessman who had just laughed loudly asked others: "A princess has come recently?"

Another businessman replied: "No! This time it is Princess Bei Rong."

There was a surprised voice from the crowd.

Everyone talked: "Does Princess Bei Rong also believe in Buddhism? Don't they believe in a wolf **** and claim to be the descendants of the **** wolf?"

One snorted coldly, rolled his eyes for the short-sightedness of everyone, and after successfully attracting everyone’s attention, he said proudly: "I often deal with Bei Rong people. Over the years, many noble ladies in Bei Rong Yate have changed their beliefs. The Buddha is now, and even the aunt of Wakhan Khan also learned to do charity. There is a legend in Beirong that the Buddha was the reincarnation of Ananda, the Buddha is profound, and the power is boundless. He was born to guard the royal court, to deter all evils, and to protect the stability of the royal court. , No one can beat! Whoever dares to attack the royal court guarded by the Buddha will be cursed. Many people in Beirong believe in this legend. When Wakhan Khan went on the expedition, even their priests persuaded the Khan Don't be an enemy of Buddha. Princess Bei Rong believes in Buddhism. What's weird?"

Everyone suddenly realized that in recent years, Bei Rong attacked the royal court several times. As long as the Buddha's imperial conquest, Bei Rong must be defeated. It is not surprising that Bei Rong people are frightened and believe in Buddha instead.

No wonder that every time after the Khan's defeat, Bei Rong's heart is turbulent, and the Khan is also very scared. They are afraid of the prestige of the Buddha!

Everyone sighed for a while and asked: "Have you ever seen Princess Bei Rong? Is she beautiful, or is the Princess Tianzhu who was escorted to the holy city by the Tianzhu warriors more beautiful?"

One person said with excitement: "I saw Princess Manda of Tianzhu in Piramora. Princess Manda has amber eyes and is as bright as a beauty flower on the Tianshan Mountains, more beautiful than Princess Beirong!"

Others agreed. Viramura is the capital of one of the countless small countries in Tianzhu. Merchants used to trade spices with Tianzhu merchants. Princess Manda is a famous local beauty and often rides an elephant. Many people have seen her playing by the river.

When it comes to the beauty of Princess Manda and Princess Beirong, everyone talks about each other and expresses their opinions.

During the quarrel, one person clapped his hands and smiled: "How about Princess Wen Zhao?"

The hall fell silent instantly, leaving only the sound of burning.

Yaoying's eyelids twitched and she almost choked.

In the silence, someone broke the silence quietly: "Princess Wen Zhao looks like a goddess, I think Princess Wen Zhao is more beautiful."

The businessman who had previously spoken for Princess Manda was not convinced, and retorted: "Princess Wen Zhao is a Han girl, and she is not as beautiful as Princess Tianzhu!"

Seeing that the two parties couldn't stop arguing, some people laughed and came forward to make peace. "It doesn't count if you say it. The Buddha sees who is beautiful, who is the real goddess."

Everyone stopped arguing, looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.

Yaoying in the corner was speechless for a while, wondering: Why do these businessmen compare the beauty of several princesses? Also, why do all countries send a princess to the palace to celebrate Buddha's birthday?

Judging from the tone of the merchants discussing this matter, the princesses are definitely not just to come to the court to pay homage to the Buddha.

There was a buzzing voice in the hall, and the merchants changed the subject and discussed the birth of Tamaraga.

"The Buddha is still in retreat. I don't know when I can go to the Wang Temple to preach again. My mother in my family has been looking forward to it for more than a month."

"I heard from the monks in the Buddhist temple that each time the Buddha retreats for as little as half a month, and as long as three months, it should be soon."

"Next month is the birthday of the Buddha, and the Buddha will definitely open the altar to teach the Fa."

...

Discussing, discussing, the topic suddenly pulled back to Yaoying: "Buddha retreats, Princess Wen Zhao may not show up for a long time."

"I heard that Princess Wen Zhao is obsessed with the Buddha. After the Buddha was closed, she prayed religiously every day, guarded the Buddha, did not eat or drink, and did not step out of the hall. The whole person was almost skinny."

One person exclaimed: "Doesn't that detract from the beauty of the princess?"

"How can the princess impress the Buddha if he doesn't do this?"

...

Yaoying looked down at the roast mutton on the plate, and the corners of her mouth twitched lightly: not eating or drinking every day will not only damage her beauty, but will also starve to death.

The merchants finished their breakfast one after another, got up and went to the market to trade goods.

Yaoying put down the plate and walked upstairs slowly, frowning.

The businessman spoke in various dialects, and she could only understand part of it. However, even with guesswork, plus a few sentences with her buddy just now, she could probably piece together what happened in the Wang Court during the time she left.

Tamara Gha spoke to various countries, and the rumors about her and him spread to the Shule area through word of mouth through merchants from all over the world.

It coincided with the birthday of Tamaraga. Soon after the missions sent by various countries set off, they hurriedly sent their princesses. The reason was that the princesses admired the style of the Buddha and came to the royal court to pay homage to the relics and pray for their subjects.

The Princess Manda of Tianzhu was traveling with her father to Shule. Her father learned that Yaoying was staying at the Buddhist temple and quickly sent the letter of credence. He sent someone to send Princess Manda to the royal court and asked the Buddha's son to take care of him.

There are also Princess Kucha, Princess Khotan, Tribal Princess...

When the Wang Ting merchant mentioned all the princesses in an ambiguous tone, he deliberately compared them with Yaoying.

All signs indicate that these princesses are all coming for Tamaraga.

Yaoying's footsteps are heavy and her scalp is numb.

The royal court is rich, and Tamara Gha is the monarch of the royal court. He defeated the Wakhan Khan several times and resisted the unstoppable Bei Rong from the North Road. The small countries in the north and south of Congling can breathe. If he is not a monk, all countries will be impatient to make peace. He married, because he is a monk, the countries did not mention the marriage.

Now that he protects her exceptionally, these small countries are all ready to move.

Yaoying can imagine how Prajna would jump and scold her after returning to Wang's Court: Look, it's all caused by you! You have defiled our king!

Tamara Gha would definitely not care about these things, but these things happened because of her, and she couldn't pretend to be ignorant.

The cause is her, and she has to figure out how to deal with it.

Yaoying's scheming flew around.

She had to think of a way to solve these troubles, and it would be best to cut everyone's thoughts once and for all, without harming Tamaraga's reputation.