Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Yaoying was drunk and dazed.

The Gaochang delegation brought wines from Zhuolin and Bafeng Valley. At the banquet, Ma Lu and the Wei Dynasty exchanged credentials, and Princess Manda poured her a few glasses of wine.

Li Zhongqian was very strict. She only drank a few cups and didn't feel anything on the way. After entering the inner room, she didn't know what was going on, and her head became more groggy. It might be because she hadn't touched alcohol in the past few years.

The candlelight was dim, and the calm and solemn figure of Tamaraga remained motionless.

She knelt down in front of him, shook her head, smelled a faintly sweet scent mixed with medicinal smell, couldn't help but grabbed his sleeve and nudged it forward.

There is always a faint scent lingering on Tamaraga. She can't tell what it smells like. The royal family likes to offer flowers and spices to the Buddha. He often stays in the temple for a long time, and his body is also stained with that in the temple of the Buddha. The quiet and quiet fragrance.

Smelling this scent, Yaoying would feel very relieved, just like the moment she woke up from a nightmare, she found herself in a dream, so she breathed a long breath, and all the pain in the dream disappeared.

"Mage..."

She said gently, raising her eyes to look at him, her eyebrows slightly curved, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes blurred, like a flower slowly blooming in a moonflower, full of fragrant and sweet nectar. The waves of the eyes flowed, and the traces of sweetness immediately overflowed.

The room was full of her breath, curled and sultry.

Tamaraga immediately looked away, but Youxiang was still tangling at the end of his nose.

Yaoying was a little unsteady, she was lying on his body, weak, boneless, tender and graceful.

The aroma seems to be getting stronger and stronger.

Tamaraga's eyes drooped, looking at the Buddhist scriptures that he had just seen half of the case, and asked softly: "Did the princess ate alcohol?"

Yaoying's reaction was usually slower. After a while, she nodded, her eyes widened, as if she had done something bad and was caught, her voice was low, and she asked, "Did I offend the wizard?"

He can't eat alcohol. She eats alcohol and enters his house. Does it count as a violation of the precepts?

She stared at him with watery eyes, trusting, close, with a bit of self-blame, loosening his sleeves.

"Mage, I was wrong, I'll go out first..."

Yaoying was dizzy, sour and too lazy to stand up. She simply turned her hands and feet and crawled out. With a bang, her head hit the desk she usually uses, and she gasped with pain and her nose was sour.

She was holding her forehead, and she felt more dizzy.

The arms suddenly tightened, the sleeves of the robes flicked, and the slender, powerful fingers grabbed her arm, and pulled her to sit up with a slight force.

After a while, Yaoying knelt down and sat in front of Tamara Gha. He held her arm with one hand to make her sit firmly, and brushed away the broken hair on her forehead with one hand to see where she was injured.

Yaoying stared at him blankly, her cheeks flushed.

The candlelight shone diagonally on her face, and a bright white neck was exposed between her loose skirt, like snow gathering under the moon.

Tamaraga frowned slightly, "Does it hurt?"

Yaoying shook her head and whispered: "It hurt a little bit earlier, but it's relieved now, it doesn't hurt anymore."

The answer is very clever.

Tamaraga's heart trembled slightly.

It turned out that she was so behaved when she was drunk, and she was so drunk, she still remembered him, worried that she would disturb him.

A ball of fragrant jade, the flower jade is soft.

She goes out like this, who will take care of her? After she was drunk, she was like this in front of anyone?

Tamara Gha raised her eyebrows and let go of Yaoying, "It's okay, don't go out."

Yaoying muttered: "Mage, I have had a drink."

With that, he stood up dazedly and wanted to go out.

Tamaraga looked at her, her eyes deepened: "I said it, it's okay."

He couldn't accompany her to enjoy the joys of the world, but selfishly wanted to monopolize the snow lotus she sent.

She doesn't need to observe any precepts for him, she eats when she likes to drink, and gets drunk when she wants to be drunk... She doesn't have to worry about anything, but because of him.

Yaoying turned her head, blinked, tilted her head to look at him, her expression dazed.

Tamaragarh grabbed her arm and turned her around, this time stronger than before.

Yaoying was still confused, being dizzy and dizzy by him, she fell into his arms, and the breath on his body suddenly came to her face.

She heard his breathing, felt his solid arms and thighs under the robes, and his heartbeat was still slow and calm, like deep waters.

The body under the robes was stiff and tight.

Yaoying came back to her senses, raised her face, and found herself sitting upright on Tamaraga’s hard legs, facing him, with her arms resting on his shoulders, and her whole body pressed against his chest. Before, his quiet blue eyes reflected her reddish face.

Close at hand, the eyes meet.

Tamaraga's eyes were drooping and his face was expressionless, like a Buddha, frozen.

His breath was cold, her fragrant, and the two breaths slowly entangled into a ball, intertwined, blended, and inseparable.

A bright electric light flashed through Yaoying's mind, and she suddenly remembered the bronze Buddha that she could not sell several times, and the picture albums that Princess Manda had forced her into.

The brutal and vicious Vajra and the charming and multi-faceted Buddha embrace each other, and they are naked, and they seem to be in this pose... The picture album is painted in more detail, and it also includes the scriptures, the vajra and the lotus... the bliss of Nirvana, the wonderful joy...

The Tianzhu sect is complicated. Their temples enshrine more than one god. Princess Manda said that I don’t know which sect it is...

The scent of Tamaraga is very good.

The drunkenness came up a little bit, Yaoying felt that she was drunk even worse, chuckled softly, and tightened her hands.

"The mage is not angry?"

When she entered the room just now, he sat down by the candlelight with a calm face, looking like a mountain rain, ready to open his mouth to reprimand her.

Tamaraga's eyes were still drooping, and she shook her head.

Yaoying's mouth curled up, "Then the mage won't be angry with me if I do this?"

There is something she wants to do for a long time.

Tan Moroga shook suddenly and stiffened.

A pair of soft hands pressed against his head, gently rubbing, fingertips were smooth and smooth, gently rubbing the short stubble back and forth.

He was stunned.

Yaoying smiled as she wished to succeed, and said in a playful tone of doing bad things: "I wanted to touch it a long time ago..."

Tamara Gha returned to his senses and squeezed the prayer beads.

The place where she was gently rubbed by her fingers seemed to have an electric current, and an unfamiliar sentiment that he had never experienced before surged up, like a fire, and the whole body was hot.

Fen Rong Xiangxue nestled in his arms and softened into a stream of spring water.

The next moment, Tamaraga's brain went blank.

Pressing his neck with both hands, let him lower his head, she sits upright in her arms, her slick eyes are filled with water, and then, soft, fresh, soft and delicate lips are on his lips. He rubbed his head.

In a short moment, the electric light flint was so fast that it was just his illusion.

But the soft touch stayed in his mind for a long time, repeating it over and over again.

The Tamara Gaya did not move at all, the muscles under the robes were tight, and the blood qi that appeared only when practicing the exercises wandered through the whole body.

The fragrance on her body became more and more intense, wisps of it permeating.

He held his breath, closed his eyes for a long time, reciting the scriptures silently, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were turbulent. He raised his hand to hold Yaoying's hand, and the other hand was protecting the back of her neck, holding her down on the fleece. On the blanket.

Yaoying's consciousness was dim, she let out a soft exclamation, and watched him press down towards herself.

Tamara Gha turned her back to the lamp, with a vague expression on her face and dark glowing blue eyes.

She blinked blankly without struggling.

His slightly cold breath fell on her face, one hand resting on her cheek, his eyes deep and cold.

"Where did the princess hear about the double cultivation technique?"

Yaoying stayed for a while, her eyes widened.

Tamara Gha closed her eyes, calmed down, and asked, "The princess wants to use this method to heal me?"

His voice is dull.

Yaoying's eyes were blurred, and she shook her head, her expression aggrieved.

Tamara Gha remained silent, picked up Yaoying, got up and went out of the house, swept lightly with his long sleeves, and brought the breeze to extinguish the lights and incense in the room.

Yaoying didn't have any strength on her body, and she shrank in his arms. He was stiff, and he carried her to another vacant interior couch. He picked up the brocade and was wrapped around her. He turned his back to her, calmly, and stuck out **** to diagnose her pulse.

There is nothing unusual about her.

Tamaraga frowned, walked out of the inner room, and called for Yuanjue: "Remove all the incense, candles, and herbs in the room, and remove all the furnishings and ornaments you have added in the past two days."

Fate feels confused and should do so.

Tamara Gha returned to the house, wringed a veil in the cold water, and wiped Yaoying's face.

Princess Manda is proficient in spices and medicines. Something must be added to her wine, and the fusion with the spices and herbs in his room will stimulate the effect, and she will be so abnormal after she returns to the room.

Yaoying was confused, thinking of the way he stared at her just now, "The mage is angry?"

When she was drunk, she was especially childish, with her mouth pursing, and she was a bit wronged.

She should have been like this, laughing and angering, unscrupulous.

Tan Moroga sat on the side of the couch and poured a bowl of water for her to drink.

"no."

He whispered softly.

Yaoying's body was hot and hot, she couldn't help but lifted the quilt, Tamaraga held her down, let her lean on her, and patiently wiped her with an icekerchief.

He was slightly cold, and she felt a little more comfortable leaning on him.

"Princess Manda taught you the double cultivation method?"

He asked suddenly.

Yaoying asked with a guilty conscience: "How did the mage know it was her?"

Tamaragya glanced at the side of the couch.

Yaoying followed his gaze. A bronze statue and several albums were placed on the carpet beside the couch.

She blinked and smiled. Out of curiosity, she studied the contents of the album last night, and then hid it, intending to sell it to the soldiers... Unexpectedly, she was discovered by Tamaraga.

"These things are nonsense..." Tamara Gya hugged her, gently and honestly, "This method is just a method of self-reliance by some sects. It has no healing effect, nor can it strengthen the body."

Yaoying smiled and tugged his sleeves: "I know..."

Tan Moroga looked at her: "Why did the princess ask Deva Munda?"

Yaoying looked up at him with a blushing face: "I know it's useless... but I can check with Deva Munda, and I can rest assured. What kind of secrets does Zhu have any day? The exercises practiced by the masters were originally passed from Tianzhu... "

The kerchief in Tamaraga's hand rubbed her cheek, and her fingers touched her delicate lips.

She trembled slightly.

He withdrew his hand calmly.

If Deva Munda said that this method was useful, she would definitely be willing to sacrifice for him. She came to the royal court to cure his illness and let him have no regrets.

Yaoying twisted in his arms: "Luo Jia..."

Calling his name when confused, with a coquettish voice.

Tamaraga's fingers trembled lightly.

"Is the scripture in the picture album really useless?"

Yaoying asked hopefully. When she was studying the picture album last night, she found that the scriptures seemed to be the inner strength and the mind. He is a martial artist and should be able to see the way.

Tamaragarh said categorically: "It's useless."

Yaoying frowned and let out a disappointed sigh: "If it's useful..."

Tamara Gya frowned, spread the veil, held Yaoying's shoulders with both hands, and looked at her.

"If it's useful, the princess will treat herself as medicine?"

Yaoying nodded, "As long as I can help the mage..."

The tone is of course.

Tan Moroga's face was dark.

"What if I don't need a princess when I get better?"

Yaoying's face was calm: "Then I will leave, and I won't bother the mage in the future."

The waves in Tamaragya's eyes were ups and downs.

She answered so naturally, she must have thought about it many times in her heart.

Yaoying chuckled lightly, raised her hand and squeezed his face, "Mage, it doesn't matter, I don't care about this..."

Tamara Gya asked in a deep voice, "Why don't you care?"

Yaoying thought for a while, she smiled: "Because that person is Luo Jia!"

Tan Moroga remained silent for a while, staring at her with blue eyes.

"It is said in the scriptures that instead of restraining desire, it is better to obtain it and realize it. The moment it is obtained, the desire is like the sunrise and snow melts, and the attachment to it will naturally disappear..."

Yaoying shook her head and said intermittently, "Luo Jia is an eminent monk of Taoism... He was trapped by love for a while, and he will figure it out later... He is a Buddha and can't return to the vulgar... I know all this... If he can let go, I will accompany him to face him. A scolding to the world. If he can't let go, I will leave. I have no regrets to be able to walk with him for a while...In the future, I will meet other people..."

Tamara Gya's pupils widened, and the hand holding Yaoying's shoulder tightened.

"I care."

He said softly.

Yaoying was startled.

Tan Moroga let go of her, helped her lie down, pushed her forehead hair away, and continued to wipe her off.

She didn't care, and other people didn't care. Bi Suo and they said that as long as he didn't disclose the violation of the precepts, he could go on like this.

He cares.

"Moreover, this method is not suitable for me."

Yaoying looked at him blankly.

Tamara Gha bowed his head and said word by word: "Princess, getting it does not dissolve attachment."

If he chooses to follow his desires, he will not be as enlightened as the scripture says, but will only become more persistent, and he will never let go in this life.

Therefore, he cannot touch her.

He can't give her any guarantee now.

He covered Yaoying's quilt: "Don't think about this in the future... Whether it's the double cultivation method or the problem of resolving my heart disease..."

As long as she is well, it is his best medicine.

Yaoying responded unconsciously.

Tamaragarh guarded her, watched her fall into a deep sleep, checked her pulse again, and his eyes fell on her face.

She frowned slightly, her face was dizzy, and her lips were rosy.

When these lips were printed on his head, they were softer and smoother than the finest silk.

The unfamiliar impulse just surging again.

Tamara Gha tightly grasped the prayer beads, turned and left, called the soldiers and gave a few words, went to the quiet room, meditated and adjusted their breath.

…

The night was cold, there was no light in the house, the wind blew in from the cracks, the curtains swayed lightly, and the shadows floated.

Tan Moroga sat crouched in front of the Buddha statue, gradually sweating on his body, and sweat was densely covered on his forehead.

A wisp of breeze lifted the curtain, fragrant bursts.

The footsteps approached, and the complicated skirts swept across the ground, rustling rustling, a shadow stopped in front of him, leaning slightly, curvy, soft snowy arms resting on his shoulders.

"Mage..."

She called him softly, in a soft tone.

Tamara Gha closed his eyes.

She was aggrieved, sitting on him, her delicate body twisting against his robes.

Tamara Gha opened her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

The person in his arms was drunk and dim, beautiful as a peach blossom, his eyes were wet, and he couldn't sit still after tossing for a long time.

He closed his eyes, hugged her, embracing his arms and tangled his body.

In the fairyland of bliss, in the Seven Treasure Pond, a lotus flower is charming and graceful, gently swaying in the wind.

He stepped into the pool and reached out to touch the white lotus.

Layers of petals spread out in the breeze, exposing the delicate stamens and blooming.

The wind is dazzling, the rain falls, the lotus flower trembles gently in the wind and rain, and the petals float down, seemingly invincible.

The sun and the shadows are in harmony, the person in the arms of the person's suet-like greasy skin oozes crystal beads of sweat, and the temples are drenched, clinging to the face.

Tamaraga tremblingly hugged her tightly.

…

The wind blew the felt curtain lightly.

In the quiet room, Tamara Gha slowly opened his eyes, took off the Buddhist beads from his wrists, folded his hands together, and chanted precepts and confessed.

Everything is his evil thoughts, and has nothing to do with her in the dream.