Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Almost four changes are coming, Wan Lai is completely silent, and there is a faint rustling wind blowing.

A faint scent of agarwood curls up and down under the lotus vine-patterned brocade tent.

Yaoying knelt down and sat in front of Tamara Ka, leaning forward, holding the hand of the veil and retracting it.

Tamaraga looked at her, the room was dark, but she was so close, she was so close that she could see that there seemed to be a fluffy halo on her snow-white skin, his eyes fell on the side of her slightly scattered black hair for a long time. Word.

Didn't the Buddha send her here?

He kept silent, with a strange look in his eyes, Yaoying leaned closer, and asked with concern: "Is the mage sick? I'm going to call Bamier in?"

The voice turned tactfully, and the eyelashes trembled slightly.

Every time it trembles, like a water lotus gently swaying in the wind by the Sansheng Pond.

Tamara Gha returned to his senses, gradually converging his thoughts that floated like silk, and slowly regaining clarity.

"No."

He spoke indifferently, his voice hoarse.

Yaoying glanced at the robes on his body soaked in sweat, and looked back on his face. His face was pale. When he first came back, he looked tired, and her eyebrows were slightly twisted. At the moment, she looked more haggard than before.

"Is the mage an ascetic?"

She asked.

Tamara Gha looked down at her.

Yaoying earnestly said: "I heard people say that ascetic monks use asceticism as a means of practice. They often wander alone, have no fixed homes, unkempt faces, ragged clothes, fasting for a long time, sleeping on a bed full of nails, and walking barefoot through the burning coals. , To achieve the goal of self-cultivation through various types of torture."

Tamaraga rubbed his fingers and held the beads, and said: "That is a way of asceticism in Tianzhu. The asceticism in Sammon does not promote such unprofitable extreme suffering, but only requires the abandonment of greed."

Yaoying raised her eyebrows, met Tan Moroga's gaze, and looked straight at him.

"Then the mage is unwell, why don't you ask a doctor to take the medicine, but instead plan to get through it like this?"

"Mage, are you really an ascetic monk?"

She asked in a tone, but there was a playful smile on her face.

Tamaraga looked away.

Yaoying followed him, staring at him with bright eyes, and staring at him, "If the mage is not an ascetic monk, why do you have to endure such unhelpful suffering?"

Tamaraga looked down and said, "These are not unhelpful suffering."

The curious and weird methods he practiced, and the punishment is to remind himself, so as not to lose his fear of life.

Yaoying groaned for a while, seeing his solemn expression, knowing that he could not persuade him, secretly sighed, and said: "I dare not argue with the mage, but the robes on the mage are wet with sweat, so I have to change clothes."

Anyway, he had to take off his sweaty robes.

After she finished speaking, without waiting for him to say anything, she got up, walked to the door, and opened the door.

"Bring in a bucket of hot water and clean monk clothes. The mage needs to change clothes."

Bamir's eyes widened: in the middle of the night, why do you suddenly need hot water and change your clothes? Why did Wang change his clothes in the middle of the night?

He took a quick look at Yaoying, and saw that although her temples were furry, she looked like she was asleep again, but she had a calm face and neat clothes, and she cursed herself for thinking too much. His eyes gradually looked down and saw the blanket on the carpet. With her naked jade feet, her eyes widened again.

As if stung, he turned abruptly and ran away. After a while, he carried a bucket of hot water back to the meditation room with one hand, as well as Tamaraga's monk's clothes.

The meditation room was dark, he put down his things, looked around quietly, did not see Yaoying, quietly sighed, and withdrew respectfully.

Yaoying had avoided entering the room, sitting in front of the low couch, listening carefully.

There was a rustling sound of water outside, followed by a rustling faint sound. She relaxed, let out a sigh of relief, lay down and went to sleep.

Just next to the soft pillow, there was a loud bang outside the tent, and the water splashed, as if something heavy fell on the ground.

He is so weak and no one takes care of him. He won't faint, will he?

Yaoying hurriedly got up, opened the tent, saw the scene of the meditation room, and stayed for a while.

In the dim light, a thin figure turned her back, slowly lowering the robes on her body, exposing her broad shoulders.

Tamara Gha is tall and straight, usually wearing a wide robes, looks clear and thin, this will take off the robes, Yaoying found that his body is well-proportioned and tight, with smooth lines, sweat rolling down one by one, and a tight back. A layer of oil was applied, and a honey-colored light flashed in the dim light.

But what surprised Yaoying even more was that Tamara Gha's back was red and swollen, covered with criss-cross scars.

It turned out that he was not ill, and sweating was because he had just been tortured with a rod.

Yaoying stood under the golden tent, staring blankly at the slender and sturdy shoulders of Tamaraga, for a while.

Tamaraga seemed to feel a little bit. She paused for a moment, turned her back to her, turned her face slightly, her profile was clear, her brows were high, she looked cold and cold, half of her robes were taken off and hung on her waist and arms. In the meantime, the water vapor is hazy, and there is a feeling of clouds covering the fog, like a naked Bodhisattva on a mural, with a slender and elegant posture, solemn, and quiet, with a faint vigorous force inside.

Yaoying stared at him in a daze.

He stopped there.

An eagle broke the silence, the goshawk flapped its wings, bringing a breeze, and the golden tent swayed lightly.

Tamara Gha pulled up the slippery robes, and the corners of his eyes swept to the Jin Teng casually, seemingly intentional and casual.

Yaoying couldn't help feeling guilty, her heart beating fast, she hurriedly put down the tent, lay back on the low couch, pulled on the quilt and covered herself tightly from head to toe, and stopped moving.

After finishing the tent, Tamaraga raised his eyes and glanced at the slightly swaying tent, leaned over and picked up the candlestick that had been accidentally overturned just now, and put it aside on the case.

After changing into a clean monk's clothes, his body relaxed a lot.

He continued to meditate, but this time he did not fall into a dream.

...

The next day, when Yaoying slept till Chen, she was awakened by a sudden uplifting voice.

There were crowds of people outside the Zen, and some people were arguing in a low voice.

She got up and went to the ground, gently packed her things, went out of the room, and opened a small slit to look out.

It was already bright, and the main hall outside was brightly lit. Tamara Gha was wearing a gray monk's clothing, sitting cross-legged in front of the long table, reading the notes. Bi Suo knelt at the door, wearing light armor, with a helmet under his arm, with an anxious expression on his face.

"Wang, Chen will definitely look at Princess Chima well and stop her from messing around. Do you really want to send her away?"

Tamara Gha did not raise her head and said, "Zhang Xu is a military officer. She intends to hurt Zhang Xu and she should be punished in confinement. Three months later, you will pick her up and return to the city."

The tone is beyond doubt.

Bi Suo hesitated for a while, not daring to say anything, his expression was a bit unwilling.

Tamara Gha did not say a word.

Bi Suo sighed.

The atmosphere is stiff.

Yaoying waited for a while on the side door, and watched Bi Suo get up and exit, and walked out of the road with the package in her hands.

"I disturbed the mage last night, is the mage better?"

Tamara Gha lowered his head, hung his wrist and lifted the pen, hummed, and waved the hem of the monk's sleeve.

Yuanjue stepped forward and motioned to Yaoying to follow him. He wanted to send her back to the yard.

Yaoying left, walked a few steps, and saw Bi Suo's back in the distance. After thinking for a while, Huo Di turned around.

Yuanjue was taken aback: "Princess?"

Yaoying turned around, walked through the corridor, and stepped into the Zen room under everyone's surprised gaze.

"Princess!"

Bamier and Yuanjue were sweating in anxiousness, they called her in a low voice, chased into the meditation room, and motioned for her to leave with them.

Yaoying shook her head, looking at Tamaragarh who was writing with her head down, and whispered softly: "I have a few words to say to the mage."

Bamir looked at each other, wondering if she should be urged to leave.

Tamara Gha raised his head and glanced lightly at the two of them with blue eyes.

The two understood, no longer stopped Yaoying, and immediately retreated.

Tamaraga kept writing on her hand, "What does the princess want to say to me?"

Yaoying walked to the long case, leaned down, sat down, pondered for a while, and said, "Master, in addition to my compatriots, I have several elder brothers, one of whom is my half-brother. His name is Li Xuanzhen."

"Li Xuanzhen has always wanted to kill my mother and brother."

The pen in Tamaraga's hand paused.

Yaoying stared at the white snow in front of the court, and slowly revealed the entanglement between Li De, Tang and Xie Manyuan.

"...Later, Li Xuanzhen's biological mother died of self-immolation and asked him to avenge her. Li Xuanzhen swears that when he takes power, he will kill my mother and my brother and avenge my mother."

She sighed.

"I was recuperating in Chibi that year and met Li Xuanzhen, who also hid his identity. We did not know each other's identity and became friends."

"A few months later, when we took a boat back to Chibi, Li Xuanzhen discovered that I was the daughter of his enemy... I wish I could kill me on the spot."

Yaoying smiled.

"At that time, I thought that Li Xuanzhen was just impulsive. He is not a wicked person. After all, I am the sister of the same father as him. When he calms down, I might be able to figure it out clearly."

Yaoying recalled the past, and the smile on her face slowly faded.

"I try to get along well with him, I thought to myself, someone like the eldest brother, who is tolerant to his subordinates, helps strangers, and rescues the deceased lady again and again, will definitely not anger the innocent."

She tried every means to dissolve Li Xuanzhen's resentment, but it turned out to be counterproductive.

Li Xuanzhen will not let go of Xie Manyuan and Li Zhongqian, nor will she let her go.

"That year... his assistant Wei Ming nearly killed my brother. At that time, I hadn't given up on persuading him. I wrote to him asking him to let my brother go. I promised him that my brother had no intention of arguing. If we seize the power, we will stay far away and never show up in front of him for the rest of our lives."

Yaoying's expression was slightly cold.

"The next day, he shot my fine dog in front of me."

That was the hound Li Zhongqian gave her.

In the past, she was in poor health and could not go hunting with Li Jiaerlang. After returning to Wei County from Chibi, her health was much better. That day, she happily took the hound to join in the fun in the mountains and forests, and then watched Li Xuanzhen fire three arrows in a row, and the hound that was still alive the moment before lying down in the grass, twitching constantly.

Yaoying climbed off the horse, tried to drag the small dog to hide it, the small dog glared at her with wet eyes, dying.

Li Xuanzhen walked in front of her, wearing a short knife on her waist, stepping on her boots, holding a long bow in her hand, and the arrow pointed at the fine dog on the ground. His expression was cold and bloody.

"Li Xuanzhen..." Yaoying trembled, raised her face, calling his name, "It's just a fine dog... It has been with me for a few months... I brought it out for the first time... You let it go ..."

Li Xuanzhen looked down at her and cast a long bow without saying a word.

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next instant, Li Xuanzhen drew a short knife from her waist, raised the knife in her hand, and the small dog twitched violently, losing her breath.

He looked at Yaoying coldly, with his phoenix eyes slanted, his eyes gloomy: "You can't keep a dog that hurts."

Yaoying's hands trembled.

Li Xuanzhen drew out a short knife and wiped it on his sleeve. "You can't keep dogs, and so can people."

He will not let go of Xie Manyuan and Li Zhongqian.

Yaoying's heart sank, completely.

The fine dog has never hurt anyone. Li Zhongqian sent her fine dog with a docile and loyal temperament. How could it hurt people?

It is clear that Zhu Luyun suddenly rushed up the mountain road, causing her and the maid's mount to be frightened, and almost fell off their horses. Only then would the fine dog bark and stop Zhu Luyun.

Only because this fine dog belonged to her, Li Xuanzhen was so cruel and killed it indiscriminately.

How innocent it is.

Yaoying looked at the dead dog, wiped the corner of her eyes, tremblingly picked up the arrow on the ground, staggered, rushed towards Li Xuanzhen, the arrow in her hand slammed at him.

As soon as Li Xuanzhen stretched out her long arms, she grabbed her wrist with ease, slightly hard.

Yaoying's hands were sore and numb, and he was lifted up.

Li Xuanzhen looked down at her and took the arrow from her palm contemptuously.

"Seventh Sister, don't let yourself be overwhelmed."

Yaoying broke away from his hand, looked at him coldly, and said word by word: "Li Xuanzhen, my brother has never harmed your mother, nor has he harmed you. He leads the war like you and is dedicated to his duty. , If you dare to hurt him, I will die with you! You are a general, and I have no power to bind a chicken. Today I am not your opponent, and I may not be your opponent in the future, but as long as I have a mouthful , Don't want to hurt my brother."

What if he is destiny, the big deal, they will die together.

Li Xuanzhen's face was gloomy as water.

...

Secret fragrance floats in the Zen room.

A gaze fell on Yaoying, cold and cold, not soft, but there was a kind of power that could soothe people's hearts.

Yaoying slowed down and realized that Tamara Gha didn't know when she stopped the pen in her hand, her eyes were raised, she was looking at her, and her brows were slightly twisted.

She smiled at him.

Tell him these mundane things, as if embarrassing him.

Yaoying let out a long sigh of air, "Since then, I have never raised a small dog. I buried it with my own hands, as well as my expectations for my eldest brother..."

She paused.

"Later, my pro-Ye Lubu...Ye Guangbi is gone... and the Wusun Ma that brother gave me is gone..."

Thinking of Wu Sunma's docile eyes looking at her before he died, Yaoying's nose suddenly sore, her eyes were hot, and she almost cried.

The felt curtain was hung high, and the cold wind with snow blew into the Zen room, slapping the scrolls on the long table, and the copper bells jingling under the eaves.

This is the royal court, not the vast Gobi snowfields.

Yaoying closed her eyes, restrained her emotions, raised her eyes, and looked at Tamaraga.

"Master, the injustices that my brother and I have suffered over the years are, in the final analysis, the anger of my father and my elder brother. My father lost his wife, and the eldest brother lost his mother. Funeral."

Yaoying's mouth twitched.

"In Dawei, the eldest brother is the prince who everyone has high hopes for. He is respected and loved by his subordinates and has a harmonious relationship with courtiers... My father is the emperor. In the eyes of others, they treat me and brother like this because of a little selfishness. There is nothing to blame."

In the eyes of the courtiers, it was normal for Li Xuanzhen to avenge her mother after gaining power, and to poison Concubine Xie and Li Zhongqian, and they did not think that this was an insult to Li Xuanzhen.

More than one person once sighed with Yaoying: The Xie family did not feel sorry for the Tang family. Li Xuanzhen is indeed venting his hatred. The three of you, mother and son, have no way to go, you can only suffer.

The weak eat the strong, and the strong are respected. Whoever is weak deserves to be a mermaid.

Throughout the ages, it has never been so.

Similarly, after Tamaraga regained the kingship, Princess Chima avenged her tribe. She was not reconciled. She did not forgive the tribesmen of the other branches of the Zhang family. In the eyes of others, it was excusable.

In fact, many people think that this kind of revenge is a great pleasure: the Zhang family almost killed the entire family of the Tamma family, and Princess Chima should use her own way to treat her body and slaughter all the family surnamed Zhang.

Therefore, Princess Chima felt resentment towards Tamaragara.

He prevented Princess Chima from taking revenge on the innocent Zhang family and rescued the implicated Han from her knife. She believed that he had betrayed the Tanmo family.

Does Princess Chima not understand the purpose of Tamaraga?

Doesn't she know what it means to promote Zhang Xu to support upstarts?

Princess Chima understands.

But these are not enough to offset her hatred.

Just like Li Xuanzhen, he is clearly a person who can distinguish between the priorities and interests. He can forgive his rebellious subordinates time and time again, and he can fight against the enemies of life and death, but he is unwilling to let go of the innocent Xie family, just because he made an oath to his mother. , Let the Xie family bury her.

Both Li Xuanzhen and Princess Chima were distorted by hatred and could not be reversed.

The brave is angry, and draws his blade to the stronger; the timid man is angry, but draws his blade to the weaker.

They all have a bitter past, but this is not a reason for them to vent their hatred towards innocent people.

Yaoying looked at the dark blue eyes of Tamaraga, and said with emotion, "Master, I and the descendants of the Zhang family are in a similar situation."

Tamara Gaya's eyebrows moved slightly.

Yaoying sighed, wrinkled her nose, smiled between her eyebrows, her expression on her face became lighter.

"So, when I first came to the palace, I heard about the wizard, Princess Chima, and the Zhang family, and I admired the wizard very much."

At that time, she felt as if she had walked a long, long night, and when she was desperate and helpless, she suddenly saw the light flickering.

The relationship between Tamaraga and Princess Chima is tense. He is so smart, he must know how to alleviate the conflict with his sister: Indulge Princess Chima to kill all Han Chinese surnamed Zhang, and indulge Princess Chima to kill Han slaves for pleasure.

He is unwilling to do this.

He told Princess Chima that she had already taken revenge and could not arrogantly attack innocent people, even if Princess Chima hated him for it.

Yaoying straightened her back, sitting upright and serious, and said: "The mage has no foreign objects in his heart, and he has lofty ambitions. For the mage, these little things are just a passing moment...but I still want to tell the mage."

Tamara Gha looked at her, "Tell me what?"

Yaoying raised her hand to caress her hair sideburns, met his gaze, and solemnly said: "I want to tell the mage that the kindness of the mage is not meaningless. , It affects our life. If the person I meet is a mage, I won’t suffer so much."

Tamaragarh is firm-willed, he has his own mounds in his chest, does not care about the eyes of the world, Chima's resentment and subordinates' incomprehension will not affect his mood in the slightest.

He is so sane and sober that he doesn't need other people's persuasion and comfort at all.

But Yaoying still wanted to tell him what she wanted, and wanted him to know how rare he was.

She looked at him, her brows and eyes curled, her eyes filled with sincerity.

Tamaraga's hand holding the pen quivered slightly.

There was footsteps at the door, and a monk and soldiers came to report the matter, and saw Yaoying kneeling and sitting in front of the long case, hesitating to enter.

"I won't bother the mage anymore."

Yaoying hurriedly got up, made an apologetic gesture to Tamaraga, and turned to leave.

Tamara Gha stayed still, staring at her back.

A word that had been read in Chinese classics suddenly appeared.

I am not alone.

A person walks alone on the road of spiritual practice, with no one to rely on, no one to stand by, looking around, a vast expanse, I don’t know how long he has been walking, suddenly, someone greets him, looking at him happily, with long eyelashes blink.

The two places are thousands of miles apart, and the writing and customs are different. She is not a member of Shamen, but she can tell what he thinks and see what he thinks.

Perhaps this is the arrangement of the Buddha.