Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The boundless sea of ​​fire was burning, and black smoke filled the air.

Tamaraga walked alone in the dark, ragged, and the wind was like a knife.

The iron city in the sky continued to rise, iron snakes and dogs swallowed flames, and galloped on it, evil spirits and yaksha fierce, driving pale-faced men and women toward the snowy mountain of knives, the boiling sea of ​​oil, and the iron bed full of iron nails. Flesh and flesh flew across, blood flowed into rivers, crying through the clouds and cracked rocks.

The ghosts of the ghosts wandered around him, and his voice was eerie and terrifying.

There is no room for hell, and the sight is brutal torture.

He stepped through the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain, and heard the screams and wailing that shook the sky and the earth, iron arrows were like rain, iron nets were everywhere, and his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and his skin was open and fleshy.

Yasha glared and floated towards him, with a gust of wind.

Suddenly, a bright light pierced the heavy smoke, sprinkled sparkling brilliance, ghosts retreated, the knife mountain collapsed, the snow blades flew away, and the hot iron juice condensed and frozen.

Tamara Gha raised his head. Above the tall and cold iron city, clouds gathered and golden light shone. A long, jade-paved staircase descended from the clouds, and colorful flowing clouds hovered around.

He climbed up the stairs, and the howling wind instantly softened, shrouded in glory, solemn, noble, and quiet.

The sands are paved, the pavilions are splendid, the rainbows are looming, the treasure trees are surrounded, the five-color birds sing in the air, and the music is pleasant to the ears.

He came to a glamorous Seven Treasure Pond, the mist was hazy, the pool water was clear and clear, and the gold and silver, colored glaze, glass, clams, red beads, and agate gleamed in the water.

The mist gradually dissipated, and in the flowing water, a slim lotus blossomed slowly in the light of the breeze. It was graceful, charming and graceful. At first, there was only a gleam of light floating in the buds. Then, the petals stretched out and looked gorgeous. Let go, Fangxin is far overflowing.

Between the heaven and the earth, it seems that he and this lotus are the only ones left.

The silver sac to vent the fragrance broke, and the jade pan poured out. I am ashamed of dusty eyes, seeing this Qiong Yaoying.

This flower does not belong to the royal court, she comes from thousands of miles away.

Tamaraga looked at the lotus, and the wound on his body gradually healed.

The brilliance in the pool grew stronger, and the lotus swayed gently.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the lotus.

The illusion suddenly shattered, and the lotus flower quickly faded its brilliance, before his eyes cracked into thousands of pieces, and then turned into powder, the wind blew, and the smoke disappeared.

The darkness shrouded again, drowning him.

Tamaragarh stood in the boundless darkness, looking at his palm.

Empty, nothing.

No shadows were left.

Tamara Gha lifted his face, with blue eyes, cold as snow, and cold light splashed.

...

The warm veil was placed on the face, wiped gently, and ironed comfortably, just like the lotus flower in a dream.

Tamara Gha grabbed a soft hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Mage?"

There was a soft call in the ear.

Tamara Gha opened his eyes.

The tents hung low and the light blue light floated, and the furnishings in the room shone with a soft luster in the morning light from the flower windows.

Yaoying sat on the side of the couch, looked down at him, the exhaustion that could not be concealed between her eyebrows, and asked with concern: "Is it better?"

The sky is bright.

It's already the third morning.

For an instant, Tamaraga couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.

Footsteps sounded outside the felt curtain, Bi Suo and the healer walked in, Yaoying turned her head to talk to them.

Tamaraga let go and listened to them intermittently speaking. After a while, the doctor looked at his pulse, Yaoying fed him a few pills, and he swallowed it. The healer and Bi Suo showed a sigh of relief, and after discussing a few words, they backed out.

He covered his lips and coughed gently.

Yaoying immediately got up and poured a bowl of water, "Mage, drink some water."

She helped Tan Moroga to sit up.

He leaned back, the hem of the robes brought a gust of air, and drank a bowl of water with her hand. During the period, two cold eyes stared at her without blinking.

Yaoying felt that she had a thick face, but when he looked at it with such concentrated eyes, she didn't want to pretend she didn't see it, she raised her eyes and stared at him.

Tamaraga looked away and looked calm.

She was here, well, didn't leave, nothing happened.

Yaoying smiled inwardly.

Sure enough, he didn't dare to look at her more when he was sober.

The room was silent, and the two did not speak for a while.

When Tan Moroga drank the water, Yaoying put down the bowl, glanced at his pale face, and said: "Master, in the future, this kind of thing will let Bi Suo and Yuanjue go... You are already suffering from severe injuries and repeated attacks. You have to take care of your body and listen to the doctor."

He fell off his horse the night before, and she couldn't move him. She wanted to carry him on her back. She fell after just two steps. In desperation, she could only ask Li Zhongqian to help. He fell asleep for a day and a night.

Tamara Gha did not answer Yaoying's words, but stopped her eyes on her face and asked, "Are there any injuries?"

This was the first sentence he said when he regained consciousness.

Yaoying was startled, her heart was sour and warm, she shook her head, and said, "I am not injured. Those people took me away because they wanted to use me to persecute Li Xuanzhen."

She briefly talked about what happened the night before.

"When my brother first received the letter, I was afraid that there would be their internal response, so he didn't dare to say anything. He told Yuanjue that we had something to leave early... Both Yuanjue and Bi Suo thought I was really gone. How did the Master know about me? Was taken away?"

Bi Suo said that Tamaraga left alone, and they didn't realize that they thought he was going to say goodbye to her, but he did not expect that he found Li Zhongqian and rescued her in time.

A little later, no one can trace the trace of the dead man, and it will be difficult for Li Zhongqian to find her.

Tamaraga looked down and said nothing.

Li Zhongqian is the official envoy of the mission. The document for trade has not been finalized. It is impossible for Li Zhongqian to leave without choosing an envoy to replace him, and Yaoying will not just leave like this, at least he will leave a letter...

Tamaragarh could find many reasons to prove that their departure was too strange.

However, he knew in his heart that even if there were no such suspicious points, he would catch up.

Obviously knowing it is futile, or can't restrain it.

When you are not practicing, you see mountains as mountains and water as water. After meditation, the mountains are not mountains, and the water is not water. After enlightenment, the mountains are still mountains, and the waters are still water.

With Buddha in his heart, Bodhi is everywhere.

With her in my heart, seeing the Buddha is like seeing her.

He had obsessions in his heart, and even if he chanted the sutras thousands of times before the Buddha, he couldn't get rid of it.

Within a day, he saw her assassinated with his own eyes and thought he was going to die with her. When she woke up, he couldn't recover for a long time. He was afraid that she was worried, and he was afraid that he would lose his temper in front of her. Thoughts went to see her again, but before she calmed down, news came that she was leaving again.

At that moment, he could hardly control himself.

His evil thoughts eventually overwhelmed his reason.

Seeing that he had been silent, Yaoying changed the subject and asked, "Master, do you want to eat?"

She has a brisk tone and a smile between her eyebrows.

It seemed that no matter what happened, she could laugh it off.

Tamaraga stared at her.

He remembers that before falling asleep, the night was thick and the wind was roaring, he fell off his horse, she leaned over, her forehead was against his, her breath fell on his face, her bright eyes filled with tears.

She should laugh more, wantonly brightly, wanton laughter.

He likes to watch her laugh.

Tamaraga coughed and said, "Princess, I remember everything from the night before."

Yaoying was startled.

"What does the mage remember?"

She was silent for a while and asked softly.

Tamara Gha remained silent, his eyes stopped on her face, and he sat up straight, approaching her little by little.

Yaoying held her breath subconsciously, and his sharply contoured face reflected in her eyes.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that she could hear her heartbeat.

Tamara Gha stopped, stared at her for a moment, and said, "I'm better. Whatever I want to eat will make my fate go to Zhang Luo. The princess has been tired for two days, go and rest."

She hadn't slept for two nights, and the circles under her eyes turned blue.

Yaoying stayed for a while.

He hasn't answered her yet.

Without waiting for Yaoying to refuse, Tamara Gya stroked her palm to signal Fate Jue to enter the house.

Yaoying twitched her mouth, thought for a while, got up and walked to the door.

He didn't want to answer, she didn't force him.

"where to?"

Suddenly his voice came from behind.

Yaoying turned her head in wonder: "I'll go back to rest..."

Tan Moroga looked at other places with no expression on his face, and said, "Just sleep in the cubicle."

Don't leave him too far.

He has a weak tone and a weak expression, sitting weakly, but it reveals a bit of indisputable meaning, the strength in his bones is exuding, and the aura is intimidating.

Yaoying confirmed that she had heard it right, raised her eyebrows, and turned and walked into the cubicle. She was indeed very tired and needed a good night's sleep.

When her figure disappeared behind the felt curtain, Tamaraga looked at the predestined feeling as she tiptoed into the room.

"Sent someone to check it?"

"Return to the king, there are too many embassies who have come to offer gifts recently, and it is not easy to investigate, but there should be no accomplices of that group in the holy city. There are more people in the post house. As long as there is a stranger near, someone will come back to report the letter. ."

Tamara Gya nodded slightly, and asked suddenly, "How many days will the city's grand event be over?"

Yuanjue was taken aback, reacted, and after counting the days, he said, "There are still five days left."

...

Yaoying slept, and when she woke up, it was almost the afternoon. Tamara Gha was receiving Bi Suo. She walked over and heard the two discussing Li Xuanzhen and Li De.

Seeing her waking up, Bi Suo told her to quit.

Yaoying watched him go away and looked back at Tamara Gha. He still leaned on the couch, with a calm face and stacks of papers on the case beside him.

Not long after he woke up, he began to deal with state affairs.

"Mage..." Yaoying groaned for a moment, and said, "The entanglement between Li De and Li Xuanzhen and I will not affect the covenant with the royal court. I will deal with this matter by myself. If I need help from the mage, I will not hide it. Master. Master, don't worry about me."

"You're healing your wounds, don't worry about these trivial matters."

Tan Moluga lifted his eyes and looked at Yaoying. Without restraining her momentum, she said: "The princess has something to do with me in the royal court. No matter what the identity of the other party, I will not be indifferent when they act in the royal court. See it."

Yaoying thought it was the same reason, stopped talking, walked to the side of the couch, sat down next to the edge of the couch, and looked up at him carefully.

Tamaraga picked up a roll of papers, eyes drooping.

"Have you taken the medicine?" Yaoying asked.

He nodded.

Yaoying found out what she had bought in the market before, sent it to her by the soldiers, opened the package, and handed it to Tamaraga.

"I asked the healer, it's all you can eat."

Tan Moroga hummed softly, thanked him, took the package and put it aside, still holding the paperwork in his left hand, looking very seriously.

Yaoying stood up, walked to her small case, sat cross-legged, rolled up her sleeves, and wrote a letter.

When Tamaraga was asleep, she could not go out of the monastery. She could only communicate with Li Zhongqian by letter. Fortunately, Li Zhongqian suspected the whole mission and was investigating the entourages around her one by one. She felt that meeting with her would expose her, otherwise she would come early. Wang Temple arrested people.

She finished writing the letter, asked Yuanjue to send it out, and opened an account book to read it carefully.

Tamaraga sat on the couch and reviewed the papers, while Yaoying sat in front of the velvet rug and checked the accounts.

There was silence in the room, except for the rustle of pen writing on paper.

From the corner of her eye, Tamaraga could see the profile of her writing at the desk, and it took a long time to change the parchment in her hand.

After reading a page of accounts, Yaoying rubbed her shoulders and looked at him.

Tamaraga had awakened, and looked down at the paperwork.

This time he concentrated his mind and didn't get distracted by her anymore. When he corrected all the documents and looked up again, he was taken aback.

It was already twilight, and the golden sunset sprinkled into the room. Yaoying in front of the small case fell asleep on the case, her face covered with golden light.

She wants to keep correspondence with Gao Chang, manage tedious tasks, worry about his body, and guard against other people's undermining... It's so hard every day.

Tamara Gha lifted the quilt, looked at her legs, and slowly settled down, sitting next to Yaoying, looking at her profile.

She slept soundly, her eyebrows stretched out, and she was still holding a pen in her hand.

He stared at her, raised his hand, and carefully took the pen from her hand.

She waved her hand impatiently in her dream.

Tamara Gha raised her neck, let her lie on the fleece blanket, and pulled the brocade to cover her body. Sleeping on the small case, when I wake up, my whole body aches.

Yaoying was extremely sleepy and her shoulders had been stiff a long time ago. After lying down, she felt very comfortable in a dazed posture. She held the quilt tightly and stretched out her hands and feet comfortably.

With this kick, the feet wearing soft satin shoes lightly kicked Tamaraga's leg.

Tan Moroga looked at her, the corners of her mouth slightly cocked, and a faint smile flicked across her blue eyes.

...

The healer pierced Tamara Gya with needles for three days in a row, and Yaoying accompanied him every time he gave the needle.

During this period, she wrote several letters to Li Zhongqian every day to report safety in the morning and evening, and told the soldiers to find a way to send Li Xuanzhen away.

After Li Zhongqian sent away all his entourages, he finally felt relieved and continued to deal with the mission.

Yaoying wrote a letter to Zheng Jing of Gaochang and asked him to bring it to Du Sinan.

Tamara Gaya ordered the courtesy officer Bodhidharma to write a severely worded letter, pointing out that someone in the mission had a bad intention. The letter was directly handed over to the mission. Li Zhongqian had no response, and the rest of the mission was shocked and secretly surprised.

The two letters were sent out one after the other.

On the fourth day, Yaoying wrote a good letter and waited for the doctors in front of the corridor. The doctors were not here, so she asked about fate.

Yuanjue scratched his head: "Healers won't come today."

"Why not come?"

Yuanjue whispered: "The king is going out today."

Yaoying said in surprise: "Where is the mage going?"

She has slept in Tamaraga’s room these days, and he has not mentioned to her about going out. His legs are swollen and he can’t walk for too long.

Yuanjue was also at a loss: "I don't know where the king is going."

When the two were talking, Bi Suo walked over, holding a few grimace masks with blue faces and fangs in his hands and handing them to Yaoying.

"Princess, come with me."

He added.

"The king ordered it."

Confused, Yaoying followed Bi Suo out of the Wang Temple and into an alley off the beaten track.

A carriage was parked deep in the alley, and the guards who drove the carriage covered their faces and couldn't see their appearance.

Bi Suo motioned Yaoying to get on the bus.

She put on a grimace mask, stepped on the footstool and got into the carriage. The felt curtain was lifted. There was already a man in the carriage, dressed in monk clothes, sitting in the corner, holding a roll of parchment in her hand, and the sleeves slipped down, revealing a string of Buddhist beads. , Solemn and cold.

Yaoying was stunned.

The felt curtain was put down, and the carriage swayed. She looked at Tamaraga and asked softly, "Mage, where are we going?"

Tamaraga looked at the parchment in his hand.

"Today is the last day of the event."

He didn't raise his eyes, said.

Yaoying's fingers trembled and her throat choked.

The carriage drove into the lively long street, and the noisy voices penetrated into the carriage. Yaoying lifted the curtain to look out, just in time to see the high stage of the colorful shed. The maiko on the stage was dancing gracefully, with colorful sleeves flying and dancing. Gorgeous.

She was wearing a mask, resting her cheeks in her hands, watching the singing and dancing on the stage.

Behind her, Tamaragara turned his back to her and flipped through the review scrolls. In the busy city, he was still calm, as if he couldn't hear the shouts of joy outside.

I don't know how long it took, he finished reading a complaint against the nobleman, rubbed his eyebrows, and flicked the Buddhist beads with his fingers.

A clear laugh, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, echoed in his ears.

He moved his eyebrows slightly.

She is laughing.

Not only did he smile, but his hands shook gently to the beat, and the dress made a rustling sound, as if he was dancing with him.

Tamara Jia did not look back, looking down at the parchment.

He can't participate in her red dust, he can only use this way to let her see the singing and dancing she missed.

She is happy.