Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Tamaraga personally took care of it, and the lotus seeds sprouted and grew leaves in the first year.

In late autumn, there is still a green lotus in the pond outside the gallery.

The water in the pool is clear and the sunset glows through. At the bottom of the pool, a tail of colorful fish is chasing the gorgeous light and shadow that sinks into the water, the cool breeze blows, and the tingling bells.

The windows of the penthouse are half open, and the incoming spring water nourishes the flowers and plants planted under the porch. The Gobi grasses outside the city are luxuriant.

There was a burst of laughter from the depths of the corridor, round and soft, like dewdrops rolling on the lotus leaf.

Tamara Gha lifted his head from the stacked scriptures and looked over the squeezed green lotus leaves. The curved corridor was filled with the interlaced silhouettes of flowers and trees under the afterglow, and a shadow slowly approached from the melting light and shadow.

As she walked, she whispered to the people around her, with the brilliant Xia Hui hanging around her body, occasionally she smiled brightly, and the flowers and trees all over the courtyard lost their color.

The fragrance of flowers comes slowly, fragrant and rich.

The laughter got closer and closer, she waved her hand to make the servants and maids retreat, stepped into the temple, walked behind the Tamaraga, faltering, the pearl flower **** on the silk brushed across the carpet, rustling rustling.

Tamaraga looked at the scripture unfolding in front of him.

The next moment, warm your back.

As usual, she stretched her arms on his back, pressed against him with plump and softness, and kissed his neck with her soft lips, "What are you looking at?"

Today she has not only a lingering floral fragrance, but also a touch of wine.

She went to a banquet.

In the Wang Court, almost every household makes wine. Wine is very perishable. Only the wine frozen in winter can be stored undefeated for ten years, and the taste is more mellow and spicy, so every household will freeze the wine in winter. Every year before the coming of winter, the people will hold a frozen wine banquet to present the best wine in the house at the festival, and pray for the prosperity of people and animals in the coming year, and everything will be prosperous.

Yaoying brought a rich variety of seed saplings to the Western Regions, and a large number of agricultural officials and craftsmen who were skilled in agriculture and water conservancy. Just after winning the battle, he intensively arranged for the Western army to help the people cultivate wasteland, dig ditches, and encourage businessmen to do business. The cavalry was sent to defend the business way, tax reduction and exemption, and the prefectures were thriving.

Since becoming the queen of the royal court, she has also brought a lot of farming books to the holy city to ask monks to translate and teach the royal court people to plant fruit trees suitable for local growth. The people were grateful for her kindness and begged her to attend this year's banquet, taste the best wine in the royal court, and lead them to pray to the gods.

Yaoying ate a few bowls of wine today, and drank sober soup on the way back. The wine was swollen and she was sober, but she was still a little top-heavy, like stepping on a cotton ball, softly rubbing against Tamaraga.

Tamara Gya's throat tightened and raised his eyes.

Yaoying has a smile on her face, a light peach blossom on her cheeks, her bright eyes have been washed with water, her eyes are flowing, her eyes are bright, the corners of her eyes are reddish, smart and charming.

He didn't speak, she just lay on his back and reached out to flip through his book.

"Brought it back from Chang'an?"

He nodded.

Tianzhu Buddhism and Taoism are gradually declining, but Buddhism and Taoism in the Central Plains are developing vigorously. He brought back many Chinese classics from the Central Plains and asked the monks in the temple to translate them. Buddhism and Taoism were originally introduced from the Western Regions to the Central Plains. Western Regions.

Yaoying looked at the Buddhist scriptures he had translated, and said: "The Buddha's mind sees nature, and everyone can become a Buddha. The Buddhism and secular ethics of the Central Plains are more popular, easier to be accepted by the people, and spread more. wide."

Tamara Ghata said: "The monks in the Central Plains preached the scriptures, often persuading people to go to the Buddha by enlightening themselves to become a Buddha."

Yaoying nodded and said, "Enlightenment and becoming a Buddha is much easier than penance and meditation. Most monks in Tianzhu were born in Brahmins. The penance and begging they admire cannot attract the general public."

"What is the nature? What is the Buddha?"

Yaoying's chin rested on his shoulder, smiling without speaking.

Tamara Gha turned his head to look at her: "Why don't you speak anymore?"

Yaoying smiled beautifully on her lips: "I don't want to argue with you, I can't argue with you."

I argued with him a few days ago, but he was surrounded by a few words. It took a long time to read the book before I thought of a rebuttal, and I won't argue with him again in the future.

She was holding a cloud bun, and only a gilt gold and silver hairpin inlaid with coral flowers and tree hairpins in her hair, tied with silk ribbons, other than that, the black crow's hair had no other hairpin rings and bead ornaments, and the clothes on her body were not Luxurious, thin shirts that reveal snow, and monofilament cage skirts, but with a frown and a smile, the face is radiant, the charm is flowing, and there is an indescribable rich grace.

Tamaraga was still holding a pen in her hand and couldn't help but raised her head, holding her vermilion lips.

She chuckled, tentatively playfully with the tip of her tongue.

His eyes darkened and he entangled tightly, and she retreated timidly, and when he came up, she smiled and gave her a bite. The tingling and tingling made her taste more intense, and he held her tightly. Waist, she is not allowed to back away.

The tulle on her body was entangled with his monk clothes.

The lotus leaves flickered lightly outside the window.

Yaoying's body was soft and she slid down unconsciously. Tamara Gha put down the pen and raised her hand to pick her up. She sat down on his lap and faced him with her dress and monk's clothes falling down.

From the outside, they were neatly dressed.

Only Yaoying could feel the stiffness of Tamaraga.

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, "Don't move."

Tamaraga stared at her unblinkingly.

Yaoying tore off the strands of her hair, tied his hands in circles, swinging her waist, and got her hands in from his skirt, caressing gently, slowly relaxing her body in his silent gaze.

She couldn't adapt for a while and raised her head.

Tamaraga's eyes were heavy, and she locked her face tightly, frowning, her expression forbearing, and there seemed to be blazing flames in the depths of her blue eyes.

The sky was getting dark, and the shadows of trees in front of the window floated.

The lotus opened its petals and enveloped him bit by bit.

The night breeze was blowing, a pool of lotus leaves swayed and swayed, stirring up a swaying green wave, and suddenly a gust of wind hit, the lotus leaves were trembling, seemingly invincible, and the lotus plate was bent by the wind. Sprinkle a puff of crystal dew.

In the hall, Yaoying's cloud bun was loose and messy, her face flushed, and the flower hairpin was about to fall, and the coral beads hung in her hair, shaking gently, her eyebrows frowned, and she wanted to cry.

It was obvious that she had the initiative, and soon couldn't bear it.

She straightened her body uncontrollably, and collapsed into Tamaraga's arms.

He was already dripping with sweat, his blue eyes were calm and cold, but his face was filled with the most primitive lust. He easily broke away from the silk in his hand, tightly clasped the waist that was still soft and twisted, and pecked and kissed her sweaty. Haired her temples, brushed her clothes away, and turned her over.

The lotus leaves swayed and quivered in the wind.

...

They are newly married, and they are tired of each other almost every day. After a lingering night, when she woke up the next day, Yaoying's waist was sore and painful, she held her waist and took a breath after a few steps.

With light footsteps behind her, Tamaraga walked over, touching her waist with the palm of her hand and gently rubbing it.

Yaoying turned her head, looked at his calm and majestic face, and leaned forward to kiss him.

He immediately lowered his head to deepen the kiss, his eyelashes trembling, as if intoxicated.

Yaoying smiled and took a bite.

Tamaraga's tongue stabbed, and without letting go, her right hand clasped the back of her neck tightly, and continued to kiss her, changing from gentle to dense, not allowing her to withdraw half a minute.

When her lips were divided, Yaoying's heart was beating like a drum, and it took a long time for her to gasp before calming down.

"I came back years ago."

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him a few times.

Tamaraga looked at her without saying a word.

She was going back to Xizhou to live for a month, and the itinerary was set very early.

Yaoying held Tamaraga's face and said seriously: "Langjun, remember to write to me."

It was her who was leaving, but he told him to remember to write to her.

Tan Moroga had no choice but to take her away, raised his hand and brushed the hair on her cheek, and said solemnly: "Come back early."

Yaoying replied loudly, "I'll be back in a few days."

Tamara Gya responded softly, but wrapped her hand on her waist, and did not let go for a long time.

There was an awkwardness from head to toe.

Yaoying was also reluctant to leave, Yiyi reluctantly for a while, cruelly pushed him away, "I'm leaving, don't send me."

She walked out of the hall door and walked around the corridor. From the corner of her eye, she saw a pond full of lotus leaves, her footsteps stopped, and she turned her head.

There was a tall figure in front of the window with a half-rolled felt curtain. He stood by the window, looking straight at her.

Yaoying felt nervous, and wanted to tell Xie Qing that she would not leave and she would return to Xizhou next year.

As soon as she stepped out, she forced herself to calm down, shook her head, waved to Tamaraga, heartbroken, and turned and left.

Tan Moroga stared at the end of the corridor and lowered his eyes.

In the sun, she has already left.

...

The next day, Tamara Gha opened her eyes, and her pillow was empty.

He was out of mind for a while, got up to deal with official duties, and quickly handled the important affairs of the day.

The hall was quiet and silent.

After she left, the surroundings became more and more empty, and even the lotus leaves in the pond were not as vibrant as they were yesterday.

He received the minister chief, issued a decree, summoned the monks, asked about the progress of the translation of the scriptures and the reforms in the temple, gave a few suggestions, and stayed busy until night fell.

Yuanjue sent a bunch of memorabilia waiting to be reviewed, and the queen returned to her natal home, so that the king could concentrate on dealing with the backlog of trivial matters.

Tamara Gaya read the notes with candles, and the candlelight reflected on him, drawing a long shadow on the ground.

When he turned around, Yaoying's small table was neatly arranged.

If she were there, Xiaoji would never be neat, either a few books were held upside down, or the pen and paper were spread out and forgot to collect.

Their book cases were originally put together, and he could see her sitting next to him without looking up, and it was easy to get distracted by looking at them, or to do other things. She had people move the book case away and turned their backs to face, so that the two of them could work on their own affairs without any distractions. I wanted to ask him something, or if I was tired, I leaned back and leaned on his back.

I don't know where she is staying tonight. I should have restrained it last night, but knowing that she was leaving today and wanting to keep people behind, she couldn't help but toss her harder.

A month.

When she came back, there should be a few feet of snow in front of the court.

Tamaragarh condensed his mind, lowered his head, and continued to sort out the melodies. These are trivial things that have been accumulated over the years, and a charter must be sorted out.

Footsteps rang softly in front of the door, and Yuanjue entered the room with a letter in his hand: "The king, from the queen's entourage."

Why did you send the letter back as soon as you left? What happened?

Tamaraga frowned, took the letter and opened it.

The silk ribbon with a sweet scent fell out and fell into his palm.

This silk ribbon was the one that she used to tie his hands the night before, so that he was not allowed to move. Later, he blindfolded the silk ribbon over her eyes. She couldn't cry, and she clung her hand on his shoulder, asking him to slow down. .

Tamara Gha grasped the silk ribbon and unfolded the letter paper.

There is only one sentence on the paper.

Master, miss you so much.

Tamara Gha raised his head and looked at the dark night sky outside the window.

He told Yuanjue: "You set off to Xizhou and pick up the queen back."

Yuanjue looked at a loss. The queen just left today, and when he came back a month later, he didn't need to prepare to meet the queen so quickly.

"Leave now."

Tamara Gada Road is beyond doubt.

Everything Wang said was right. Yuanjue didn't dare to refute, he gave a dazed cry, then quit, packed his bags, and went straight to Xizhou.

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For the discussion of the verses in this chapter, refer to the relevant content of "The Theory of Mind and Nature".