Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

On this day, Tamaraga had two more attacks. Although it was not as painful as when he was on the mountain before, and his consciousness was clear, his body was obviously weaker.

Yaoying was afraid that something would happen to him, so she didn't dare to leave for too long. Except for going downstairs several times, she stayed by his side all the time. This time she didn't dare to fall asleep again. She sat across from Tamara Gaya all night, thinking about how to rush back to the Holy City as quickly as possible, and at the same time calculating what happened after returning to the Holy City. Seeing his brows flushed, she immediately awakened him softly.

Tamara Gha opened her eyes and looked at her, her eyes cold.

Yaoying rushed forward and fed him pills.

Thinking that he has survived so hard all these years and will continue to do this in the future, she is worried.

Tamara Gha calmly turned her back, wiped off the blood on her lips, looked indifferent, glanced at the sky falling in front of the tent, and was about to get up.

Yaoying hurriedly took his arm: "When I was in Gaochang, the general told me that he should get well and then think about the covenant. How can it be the general's turn to covet the small and lose the big? The business matters, the general's. The body should not be neglected."

Tamara Gaja said indifferently: "Nothing."

The hardest night has passed.

Yaoying frowned lightly: "The general clearly has something to do. Although I don't know martial arts, this can still be seen."

Tan Moroga's thick eyebrows were slightly twisted, and her gaze fell on her face. She has watched him day and night, and the blackness of her eye circles has not faded.

Yaoying stared at Luo Jia and didn't mean to back down at all: "I know the general must rush back to the holy city, but you can't completely ignore your body. Now the general is a patient, and the patient must be obedient and cannot be aggressive."

After speaking, he sat down under Tamaraga.

She didn't have much strength, and Tamara Gya only needed to wave her arm slightly to shake her away. The arm was stretched straight, meeting her caring gaze, and then let it go.

He didn't speak, and sat back to his original position.

"I inquired about something from the caravan yesterday and thought of a way to get into the Holy City smoothly, and I was about to discuss with the general."

Yaoying held out a black lacquer inlaid snail-tin treasure box, opened the lid, and the room suddenly shone with golden light, and the treasure floated.

Inside the box is a gilt bronze statue of a dense vajra lotus, divided into four layers, each of which is a blooming lotus. The eight Buddha statues hold a jewel and a vajra and sit on a lotus platform. They are carved in intricate layers and exquisitely exquisite.

"This is a birthday gift dedicated to the Buddha. I bought it from a Tianzhu merchant."

Yaoying said softly.

Tamara Gya looked down, glanced at the gilt bronze lotus statue in the box, startled.

Yaoying didn't notice his momentary horror, and then said: "Now more and more people are rushing to the holy city from all directions to worship the Buddha. We can get in and enter the city with them. I've inquired about these people. There are a large number of people, and they come in groups to worship the Buddha, and they are the most relaxed every year."

She was not idle yesterday, pretending that she admired the Buddha, wanted to buy some treasures, and chatted with caravans from different places.

The merchants told her that checkpoint checks were still strict throughout the city, and that the closer the city was to the holy city, the stricter it was.

The regent is still seriously injured. She doesn't want him to risk running around. After thinking about it, she feels that it is better to join the worship team and enter the city. This will not only avoid interrogation, but also approach the Wang Temple logically.

"What does the general think of my idea?"

Yaoying opened her eyes wide, and seriously consulted Tamaraga.

Tamara Gha was looking down at her.

His eyes met her, and he looked at her with a little scrutiny.

Yaoying didn't understand, so she blinked at Tamaraga, her black eyes were bright.

She looked at him with bright and clear eyes, like a morning dew, without any hint of temptation.

"General?" Yaoying called out softly.

Tamaraga looked away and said, "This bronze statue is inappropriate."

Yaoying was taken aback for a moment, picked up the gilt bronze statue and took a closer look: "Is there anything wrong with this King Kong statue?"

This King Kong statue is not only gorgeous and exquisite, but also ingenious. It is said that only Tianzhu craftsmen can sculpt this style. When the merchant of Tianzhu took out this bronze statue yesterday, the merchant in the hall was amazed and rushed to make an offer, if it weren’t because she had learned a few crappy Sanskrit words from Prajna, and she had negotiated with the merchant of Tianzhu first. Robbed.

She thought this bronze statue was very precious. Looking at the gleaming and perfect craftsmanship, wouldn't it resemble the Buddha statue on the altar during the Wang Ting Xing Xing Festival?

Tamara Gaja paused and said, "One volume of scripture is enough, no need to be luxurious."

Yaoying realized that she might have done something wrong, because the person she was facing was the regent, she didn't feel embarrassed, and she smiled, "Thank you General, I have been taught."

After speaking, he immediately stood up holding the box, covered the veil, and ran out, disappearing in the doorway. After a while, the sound of footsteps turned back, and she stood by the door, putting on her boots and leaning half of her body into the room.

"I'll be back when I go, the general has a good rest."

Half an hour later, Yaoying returned with a few golden scriptures. The scriptures were drawn on leather paper with patterns, exquisite and beautiful.

"I sold the bronze statue." She sat down cross-legged and patted the scriptures. "Is these scriptures suitable for the Buddha?"

Tamara Gaya nodded slightly.

It seems that she just did it unintentionally.

...

Downstairs, the businessman who had just bought the bronze statue from Yaoying was overjoyed and returned to his room with the bronze statue.

The companion asked in surprise: "This bronze statue is well-made and exquisite in style, but unfortunately it was bought by a carpet merchant in Yangma City, so why did it get into your hands again?"

The businessman twisted his beard and said with joy: "The Tianzhu merchant who sells bronze statues does not know the goods, and the girl who buys the statues does not know the goods. He thought it was just an ordinary bronze statue. I just added fifty silver coins, and she was taller. I happily sold it to me!"

The companion was full of envy: "Good luck! This bronze statue is a rare thing in Tianzhu. If you resell it to the royal princes and nobles in the royal court, you will definitely make a lot of money!"

The businessman laughed: "It's not just as simple as making a fortune?"

As he spoke, he stopped deliberately.

Companion knew that he was selling the door, and asked with a smile: "What is the benefit of this bronze statue? Tell me quickly."

"There are so many wonderful things!" The businessman lowered his voice, put down the bronze statue, fumbled for a while, found the mechanism, and twisted it slightly.

With a click, a gilt nasturtium at the top of the bronze statue suddenly opened, and the petals of the lotus opened one by one, like a lotus in full bloom, the golden brilliance shivered, and the beauty was magnificent.

Companions praised.

For the next moment, he was dumbfounded.

I saw a seated statue of King Kong wearing a crown slowly appeared in the opening lotus. King Kong was naked, had several faces, six pairs of long arms, a jewel on the waist, and a hand holding a magical instrument. The main arm embraced a gilt goddess, goddess. She was also naked, with her arms around King Kong's neck, her legs wrapped around King Kong's waist, showing a tight embracing posture.

Companion blushed.

The businessman laughed loudly: "This is a double figure passed from Tianzhu. I heard that a monk from a sect in Tianzhu practiced the double body practice of men and women and was able to enter the realm of great happiness. I have seen this kind of double figure before in Tianzhu. You are right, this is a rare thing, and the noble lord of the holy city is definitely willing to exchange it for more silver coins."

He got lucky!

...

Yaoying knew nothing about the conversation that took place downstairs.

The next day, she continued to inquire about the news, and at the same time looked at Tamaraga, not allowing him to move.

In the night, Goshawk brought back a reply letter.

After reading the letter, Tamaraga was silent. Goshawk waited impatiently and lightly pecked his arm. He raised his hand and stroked the goshawk, motioning it to leave directly.

On the second day, the two mingled in the worshiping team, left the city, and headed towards the holy city.

They had just left the city gate, and faced a soldier with a long sword on his waist. The soldier cursed, sat on horseback, read the notice aloud, and then, as soon as he saw a young man walking alone on the road, he immediately pulled the person aside for questioning.

Beating and scolding soon came from behind, and all the men who were alone were taken away.

Yaoying had lingering fears, lowered the curtain, and glanced at Tamaraga, who was sitting cross-legged next to him, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath. His injuries showed signs of aggravation. Today they rode in a carriage.

After the carriage walked out a few miles, there was a sound of horse hooves behind it, snow was splashing, and a team of several soldiers from the north came along. Among them was a large carriage that was tightly shielded by felt cloth, from the front of the carriage. Seeing from the few Huren maids who were sitting, the person in the car must be a woman.

With the sound of horses, pedestrians on the road yelled and evaded, and the line went straight away.

There was a complaint on both sides of the avenue.

"The lady sitting in the car is Princess Bei Rong. The frame is really big."

"The Bei Rong people are savage and vulgar."

...

Through the seams of the curtain, Yaoying watched Zhu Luyun's cart go far.

After stabilizing her mind, she no longer deliberately avoided Zhu Luyun, but attentively inquired about the other party's movements, in order to guess what happened to Beirong, and how Wahhan Khan would think of sending Zhu Luyun to the court.

Since Zhu Luyun came to the royal court and frequently went to and from the market, she seemed to be looking for treasures to manage the royal family's nobles. There was no other unusual behavior. The Beirong mission was still defiant and arrogant.

Yaoying was puzzled: Haidu Aling and Wakhan Khan’s sons fought you to death, brothers smashed the wall, and conflicts continued, but Bei Rong was still calm.

She calculated it. When Zhu Luyun set off from Beirong Yading, Haidu Aling and the little prince Jinbo hadn't fallen out yet, but now Jinbo has sent someone to inform Wakhan Khan of Haidualing's conspiracy. , Why is Beirong still not moving?

Yaoying pursed her lips.

Yang Qian is a general who can perform the important task of training and commanding the rebels, but he is not good at arranging detailed work and training scouts.

The regent told her that Bei Rong has an all-pervasive scout team. The area of ​​Bei Rong is vast, from the tooth court to the small tribes. If you walk slowly, you have to go for a few months. There is no well-trained scout. It may take up to half a year from promulgation to transmission. With a strong team of scouts, they can quickly grasp the intelligence of various countries, and then make plans and launch surprise attacks.

Yaoying also needs a team like this.

This way she doesn't have to wait for the news from Gao Chang every day.

Lao Qi and their caravan are good candidates for scouts. Before they lived in the royal court, they lived in the Western Regions for many years, often dealing with various tribes, and walking around as merchants would not arouse suspicion.

But after all, they are just untrained civilians, and they don't know how to distinguish from trivial information which is useful and which is useless.

Yaoying thought about what was going on for a while, and heard the sound of Tamaraka breathing heavier next to her, she recovered, poured a cup of hot soup, and handed it to him.

Tamaraka stretched out her hand to accept, she retracted her hand, picked up a hard naan as a fan, and gently fanned it against the steaming porcelain cup.

"Wait, it's cooked just now, it's still very hot."

No matter how strong or bitter the soup medicine is, Tamara Ka has no taste, picking up the medicine cup and drinking it all in one gulp without frowning. Yaoying is afraid that he will be hot after drinking it all at once.

She slapped it several times, feeling that it was almost done, and then handed out the porcelain cup.

Tamara Ka took the porcelain cup without saying a word.

Yaoying threw away the naan bread and asked, "General, is there any news from Beirong these days?"

Tamaraka drank the soup, glanced at her, and shook his head.

He has been standing still and waiting for news from Bei Rong, knowing that she is afraid of Haidu Aling, so he has not mentioned it to her.

Yaoying sighed, suspecting that Haidu Aling might have killed Wakhan Khan and his son like in the book, and also controlled the situation, so Bei Rong did not move at all.

She has to prepare in advance.

Yaoying leaned against the wall of the car, thinking silently.

Tamara Gha drank the medicinal soup, a pain slowly rose from his body, and there was a faint soreness in his bones. He closed his eyes and sat quietly, waiting for the pain to pass, and opened his heavy eyelids.

A veil was brought to him, Yaoying looked at him, her dark eyes full of concern.

These days, as long as Tamaraga opens her eyes, she can see her.

Sometimes she sat there in a daze, with a serious expression, as if thinking about something big. Sometimes she stared at him unblinkingly, watching him look better, cheering, and found that he was getting worse and frowning. Sometimes she put her hand on her chin and head little by little, sitting and dozing off, hearing the sound, she immediately sat down, rubbing her face, widening her eyes, and trying to make her look full of energy.

Without her care, he can also return to the holy city.

But in that case, he might fall in a desolate corner at any time, suffering silently by himself. It will not be like this, someone will take care of it all the way.

Tamaraga took the veil, and the warmth quickly spread from the cold fingertips.

The veil has been baked on the charcoal stove, warm.

He was a little uncomfortable, waited for the kerchief to cool down a bit, then picked it up to wipe off the cold sweat.

...

They continued to march westward, and the group of worshipers grew larger and larger. Except for the wealthy families surrounded by hordes of servants, camel squads, and horse teams, they were more of ordinary people. You could see believers carrying felt blankets and servicing people on the avenue.

These believers are not wealthy, many of them can't even give a decent gift, but they are very religious, and they are sincerely chanting scriptures and praying for Tamaraga along the way.

Yaoying stayed with them and listened to them over and over again about the blessings Tamaraga gave them. Once again, she deeply felt the love and admiration of the people for him, and she also wanted to understand why Tamaraga was in conflict with the princes and ministers of the royal court.

The object of protection of Tamaraga is all people, regardless of high or low, and the princes and ministers regard the people in the territory as their private property. He had a long-term vision, and saw how to make the king's court long and stable, so strong that he could be stable and prosperous without relying on him. Not only the princes and ministers didn't understand it, but the people who benefited also couldn't understand it.

As the businessman said, the closer you are to the holy city, the stricter the road inspections, and the atmosphere is heavy and depressing.

In addition to the decoctions that must be boiled every day, Yaoying spends a lot of money to buy some medicinal materials every time she goes to a market, and she cooks a few cans of medicine every day. A lingering pungent smell.

When asked, Yaoying said that her husband was seriously ill. She was just asking the Buddha to save her husband to visit the holy city. Everyone saw that Tamaraga never got out of the carriage and had to take medicine and eat every day. All of her drinks were sent into the carriage, believing it was true, sympathizing and admiring her.

An elderly Hu woman saw Yaoying's eyes turn blue from exhaustion every day, and sighed: "Your family man is not useful, and you will not abandon him. The Buddha will definitely bless you!"

Yaoying's eyelids jumped, she never said that the regent was not useful.

When the soldiers interrogated again, Yaoying had not opened the curtain, and the surrounding believers explained for her that the soldiers were only very vigilant against the young men who were alone. Seeing that Yaoying's paperwork was complete, they heard about her from other people. A weak woman came to seek medical treatment with her husband who was seriously ill and did not embarrass her.

The journey was safe and sound, and when he arrived at a star city not far from the holy city, the soldiers guarding along the way were replaced by four-army knights from the princes and nobles.