Baima Weiyang

"Stop!" A voice suddenly came from inside.

My hands froze in mid-air, and I wondered if it was an auditory hallucination, but the stern voice just now really reached my ears.The wind blew up a corner of the curtain, shaking it constantly, and the crimson cassock in the room could be seen faintly.I whispered, "Master..."

But before the words fell... "Don't come in!" Another yell came, the voice was as cold as iron.I was completely stunned, and for a moment I wanted to lift the curtain and go in.But after hesitating for two seconds, I just felt that my legs were caught by the heavy boulder, and I couldn't move half a step.Resisting the fear and incomprehension in my heart, I trembled, "Why..." But before I let go, a colder voice came from the scripture room, "Go! I don't want to see you!"

I was stunned, and immediately froze in place like a wooden sculpture made of clay.Feeling that the heartbeat in my chest stopped for a moment, I heaved my chest vigorously, but I couldn't breathe out for a long time.My mind went blank, until the missed heartbeat came slowly with tingling pain, and it hurt my heart like a piece of lead, and I suddenly woke up.

The air that had sunk into my lungs fluttered like wings, and the coolness brought by it spread to my limbs along with the blood.I turned around and ran wildly, panting heavily all the way, as if my heart would throb like a spasm if I stopped breathing.

I ran out of Ganden Phodrang in a rampage, without caring how many monks I bumped into or apologizing, I stumbled into Rajang with that cold thought.

Turning around and closing the door, I lost support and slid down the door as if I had exhausted the last bit of my body.Sitting down on the cold stone floor, the originally dry eye sockets suddenly became hot.

I can't remember how I fainted from crying, but when I was a little conscious, my body already had a high fever.The whole body seemed to be thrown into boiling water, and it was so heavy that it was difficult to even breathe.I tried to open my eyes, but there was a stabbing pain, and a faint white light came in, but my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't lift them up.

From time to time, something cool will stick to the forehead, but it will become hot again after a while.I seemed to be pressed down by a big mountain, and I tossed and turned in pain, but I couldn't break free no matter what.Afterwards, he continued to babble, only feeling his lips moving, but the sound came into his ears and there was only a buzzing... The surroundings were chaotic, with Tashi Pingcuo angrily scolding, and Ngawang Rinchen anxiously interrogating , I even heard the phrase "depression in the heart" in Tibetan medicine, but... there is no him.Maybe it was because I couldn't hear his voice that I was so unwilling to get up.

I don't know how long it took, but the ringing in my ears gradually disappeared.Suddenly a hand stretched out to my face, it was hot.The slightly rough fingertips slid gently across my cheeks, stopped at the corners of my eyes, and stroked them softly.I knew it was Tashi Pingcuo's hand. He had calluses on his hands because he practiced martial arts since he was a child.But this kind of touch didn't make me feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, it made me fall asleep quickly and peacefully.

After squinting for a while, I gradually felt that the touch disappeared, and there was no sound in the room, as if everyone had gone out.I struggled, feeling a little uneasy.Suddenly, a gust of hot air rushed up from my throat, burning my forehead all the way, so hot that it almost burned my skin.I turned my body weakly, and I even heard my breathing getting heavier and heavier...

Suddenly something cool touched his cheek.I froze for a moment, and stretched out my hand to grab it with all my strength, like a drowning man grabbing the last piece of driftwood tightly.Feeling it vaguely, it was... the hand with beautiful bones, slightly cold.

I was startled all over, and my hands also paused, as if they wanted to get rid of it.But after hesitating, he still didn't leave.I didn't have the strength to think at all, I just held onto it tightly and kept rubbing my cheeks to relieve the heat.During the rubbing, the slender fingers slowly rubbed against my mouth, then slid across the cheeks, the bridge of the nose, and finally stopped at the eyelids.I struggled uncomfortably, but still tightly held the cool palm, "Cangyang Gyatso... Cangyang Gyatso..."

The warm fingertips trembled, as if they were about to pull away.I was taken aback, grabbed it tightly, and shouted anxiously, "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose... I didn't mean to like you... I know I can't, I can't..."

The eye sockets suddenly became hot, hot tears flowed from the corners of the eyes into the hair, and slowly turned cold.But my eyelids were still burning hot, and I couldn't open them no matter what.Another wave of heat hit my body, slapping every nerve like a sea tide, until I was too tired to think anymore, and my consciousness fell into a deep sleep...

It's so hot... My forehead and palms are full of sweat, and my body is sticky, as if I've fallen into a thick porridge pot.I frowned tightly, shaking my head back and forth uneasily.When I stretched out my hand, I touched a thick pulu blanket, and I quickly kicked it away.But after cooling down for a while, the blanket was tightly covered back on my body, and the corners of the quilt were tucked in again.As soon as I was anxious, I kicked again with a "boom", but unexpectedly the blanket was pressed tightly, and I couldn't kick it away at all.

Unable to kick, I simply raised my fist and waved it aimlessly until I hit something with a "slap", and I woke up suddenly.Sitting up all at once, I panted heavily, touched my forehead, and the sweat had already turned cold.He raised his eyes and looked around, but there was no one there.I couldn't help being a little strange, and glanced directly above inadvertently. "Ah..." I screamed in shock, Tashi Puncuo was pressing the blanket with one hand, looking at me lazily, "Are you awake?"

I was so frightened just after waking up, so I was naturally a little upset in my heart. I stared at him with wide eyes, "Didn't you see it? Ask again!" Zhaxi Pingcuo gave me a white look, and reached out to touch me "gently". forehead, although my whole body visibly tilted back.After posting for a while, he concluded, "It seems that the disease is cured."

"That's right! I was forced out of it by you!" I angrily pushed away the pulu blanket, the illness really came and went quickly, and as soon as I sweated, my mind suddenly cleared up.Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, I found my throat was dry. I stretched out my hand and said arrogantly, "Pour me a bowl of water." Tashi Phuncuo didn't seem to take my opportunity for revenge, but obediently poured a bowl of water over .I drank it up as soon as I raised my head, stretched out my hand, and shouted, "One more bowl!" A cold light flashed in Tashi Phuncuo's eyes, and I couldn't help muttering, "Who told you not to bring the whole pot over?" .”

After drinking the second bowl contentedly, I handed the wooden bowl to Tashi Pingcuo with a satisfied face.He leaned over, just getting ready to get up.I suddenly caught a glimpse of some redness on his chest, so I couldn't help but grab him, "Wait a minute."

"Why?" Zhaxi Pingcuo glanced at me, just about to shake off his hand, but I stretched out my hand and pulled him back. "Sit down!" I ordered, and then I carefully opened his robe, only to find that the snow-white inner shirt was already scarlet.I couldn't help but gasped, and stared at him angrily, "What's wrong with you? The wounds are all open!"

"I'm fine." Tashi Puncuo pulled my hand, and then closed his robe.I pressed his hand, frowned and said, "Why are you alright?! You're all hurt like this!" But Tashi Phuncuo just looked at me without saying a word.

"What about the medicine?" I asked. "Next door." He replied flatly.When I heard this, I was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Tashi Pingcuo, "Don't move, I'll go." After speaking, he walked out without waiting for my answer.

I gently wiped the blood on his chest with a wet towel, but Tashi Puncuo still sat with his face unchanged.I looked at him, dipped some ointment in the porcelain bottle with my fingers, and carefully applied it to his wound. As soon as I touched it, Tashi Pingcuo suddenly turned his head.Although I couldn't see his expression, I knew something was wrong, so I couldn't help but sighed, "Cry out loud when it hurts, what are you holding back for?"

What responded to me was a muffled snort, "I'm not a woman."

As soon as democratic ideas flooded, I couldn't help blurting out, "Men and women are equal, they are all the same!"

"Equality?" Tashi Pingcuo leaned over at once, fixed his eyes on me, "You mean equality?!" I was startled, and nodded intimidatingly, seeing his body back away. , couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "But you still have to let me go."

Tashi Puncuo didn't seem to hear it, and turned his head away without making a sound.Unexpectedly, after a while, there was a sudden "hum".I was completely unprepared, and couldn't help but tremble with fright, and my nails slipped on his wound.

"Hiss—" Zhaxi Puncuo sniffed painfully, his face wrinkled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I hastily apologized, "Be patient, you'll be fine soon." As I spoke, my subordinates became more cautious.Although all the energy was concentrated on his wound, after a while, he still felt his gaze.As soon as he raised his head, he suddenly looked away, and after a few seconds, his gaze deepened.

"Tashi Puncuo?" I shook his arm and asked, "How did you get hurt?"

He paused and said slowly, "Those Mongolians chased me all the time, but they let me get rid of them later. I didn't give up and wanted to see what happened, so I followed them to the outskirts of Lhasa. Unexpectedly, they were discovered when they were on business..."

"Do you know the identity of that Mongolian?" I asked intuitively.

"En." He nodded.

"Who is it?" I asked eagerly.

Tashi Pingcuo paused and said, "The son of the Tibetan king."

I was taken aback, "Son...Which son?"

He frowned and looked at me, "La Zang."

"It's him..." I almost went limp and leaned back.In modern times, I have read the biography of Tsangyang Gyatso a lot. There are many versions, but each one cannot do without the name Lhazang... The next king of Tibet will also be the biggest political enemy of Tsangyang Gyatso in his life...