Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

From the palace to the Buddhist temple, you will pass through the most prosperous Fangmayor Street in the city. The road is full of people and traffic.

When Yaoying's carriage left the palace surrounded by knights in blue shirts and white robes, even through the thick felt curtain, she could hear waves of huge discussions over the road like waves.

She was sitting cross-legged, and the horrified face of Prajna appeared in front of her.

It used to be just gossip, but now it’s better. Not only did she blaspheme the **** in their minds, she also lived under the same roof with their god.

This is different from what she expected.

Yaoying put her hands on her cheeks, she hadn't been relieved yet.

Tamara Gama acquiesced to her to stay in the palace, which was already the best refuge for her, and now he publicly acknowledged her identity, let alone Prajna, they were frightened, she had never expected it.

She was embarrassed and wrapped herself up, and the people of Wang Ting only regarded her as a bitter girl who was crazy about love. The significance of Tamaragarh's permission to live in a Buddhist temple is extraordinary.

This is of course a good thing for her, but it must be detrimental to Tamaragarh's reputation-after Fate Jue read the edict in the post yesterday, the envoys and princes and ministers of the various countries present were talking about it. Bi Suo also looked gloomy.

Yaoying recalled the scene when she saw Tamaraga last time. He was so clean and dusty at the Fa conference that the muddy things in the world were eclipsed.

Tamara Gha is saving her.

Haidu Aling refused to let it go, she was on guard day and night. This time, Haidu Aling ventured into the palace at night, letting her understand that the palace was not safe anymore, she was worried, and Tamaraga came to help her.

When she saw her for the first time, she said before Wanjun a request to imitate the modern girl, before Tamara Galema array, blue eyes glanced at her lightly, noncommittal.

Now he gave the answer.

He agreed.

It was a few months late, but she was vigorous and resolute. The day before yesterday, Haidu Aling broke into the palace. Yesterday he announced in public that he would send someone to pick her up to the Buddhist temple today without any delay.

The carriage arrived at the Buddhist temple and entered the temple through a hidden side door. The Chinese knight led Yaoying into the temple.

The soles of her feet were soft, and there was a sense of unreality like falling into a cloud.

The temple of the Holy City has a long history, built with a cliff back, simple and solemn, majestic and majestic, surrounded by pagoda grottoes, high pavilions, strong incense, and Sanskrit sounds.

Yaoying followed the knight and walked between the stone-pillared corridors. The walls of the corridors were painted with Buddhist scripture stories, mountains and rivers attic, and murals of dancing flying in the sky. The golden light is shining, rich and colorful, gorgeous and round, the lines are vigorous and smooth, and the characters are vigorous and vigorous. Masterful, gorgeous and unrestrained style.

The courtyard is bright and spacious, and the pagoda is like a forest. The more you go in, the more cool and quiet you are, and the fresco carvings on the walls are more exquisite, with large expanses of rich green and golden color, magnificent and majestic.

Yaoying was dazzled.

The cyan and vermilion of the paint are extremely expensive, and Chang'an's most famous painters can't use cyan painting as they please, but the Buddhist temples are full of green and vermilion murals, and the gold leaf flashes, showing the wealth of the royal court.

Yuanjue and Prajna escorted Yaoying. One of them looked calm and the other looked like a concubine. They took her to a secluded courtyard far away from the main hall, and directed the knights to help move the ceremony.

The courtyard is small, but there are a few flowers and trees that are rare in the royal court. The courtyard is deep and the main house is very high. The promenade on all sides is covered with clear layers of white mud. The courtyard looks wide and tidy, next to the yellow mud adobe flower wall. There is a grape rack, which is covered with vines and a large area of ​​thick shade under the cage.

White clay is also applied to the walls of the front house. The furnishings in the house are simple. The floor is covered with felt blankets. There are couches, sitting tables, book tables, and screens. There are no other decorations on the front of the couch.

Yuanjue pointed to the main house and said: "Princess, every spring and summer, the wind is raging and the night is cold. The houses here do not open side windows, only the front windows. There is no well in the yard, and someone will give it to the princess every day. Come to clean the water. The princess see what else is missing so I can send it to the princess."

He said, "The princess is just practicing, and she doesn't need to strictly abide by the monks' rules in the temple, but she can't do nothing. The monks will send scriptures later to explain the daily morning and evening classes for the princess."

Yaoying thanked him, thought about it, and asked, "It's not convenient for Buddha to see me?"

The Prajna who was next to him opened his eyes wide and glared at her fiercely. His lips trembled, and he didn't dare to scold him. He sulked for a while and lifted his foot out.

Yaoying was picked up by Tamaraga, and he did not dare to speak bad words.

Yuan Jue nodded and said: "The king has ordered, when the princess moves over, let me take the princess to the Buddhist monastery to see him."

Yaoying left Xie Qing and a few people to return to salute, and go to see Tamaraga after fate.

Tamara Gha’s buddhist house is paved with blue bricks, deep and solemn. The arches, corridors, domes and stone pillars are painted with blue flowers and green leaves. The surroundings are decorated with pomegranate curly patterns, tea patterns and honeysuckle patterns, which are graceful and elegant. Grace. The pines and cypresses in front of the porch are vigorous, the white poplars are tall and straight, and the deepest courtyard is planted with jujube trees, and the silvery-white flowers are hanging down and fragrant.

The courtyard was silent, and the guards stood by their hands, like mud puppets.

Tamara Gha was sitting in front of the book table in the meditation hall, writing something, his back was clear.

Yuanjue walked in to report, Yaoying waited in front of the corridor, her eyes fell on Tamaraga, startled.

It was the hottest noon of the day. Today, Tamaragarh was wearing a monk's clothes with his right shoulder exposed. The skin on his right shoulder was honey-colored, with a clear texture and a soft, bright luster.

Yaoying looked away and looked at the flower branches swaying with the wind in front of the court, remembering that the night before, the ancient Sudan staggered back into the jujube bushes, and the silver-white flowers fell on the ground.

Under the moonlit night, the moment she met Sultan Gu, a weird feeling suddenly rose in her heart.

For some reason, she always felt that there must be something hidden under the hideous face of Sultan Gu, and even for a moment, she felt that Sultan Gu was a bit like Tamaraga.

However, Tamara Gya was lingering in sickness, and he needed the support of guards to dismount. The ancient Sudanese were sturdy and heroic, and the sword was aggressive and fierce. One was a compassionate Buddha and the other was a ruthless regent.

Yaoying's suspicions were simply untenable.

And when Sultan Gu rescued her, she was leaning against his chest, and she could feel the power in his arms, and the muscles around her were strong and full of tension.

The only thing that looks like is those blue eyes.

Speaking of which, Bi Suo also has green eyes...

Yaoying returned to her senses and shook her head and laughed.

She was really whimsical. When Tamaraga was seriously ill, Sultan Gu appeared to scare Xue Yanna away. How could Tamaraga and the murderous Sultan be the same person?

Yuanjue walked out of the inner hall and signaled Yaoying to enter the house.

Yaoying calmed down her thoughts and stepped into the meditation room with her skirt tight.

The room is clean and clean, without incense, and the desk is full of scriptures. Tamara Gha is still writing with her head down. His fingers are long and thin, but they give people a powerful feeling.

Yaoying knelt and sat across from him, subconsciously straightened her back, her posture was regular, and she said straight to the door: "Prince Bei Rong is still in the shadows. The master issued an edict to protect me and let me live in the Buddhist temple. I am very grateful, but this Is it not good for the mage's reputation?"

Tamaraka has a restrained aura and an omniscience of coercion. In front of him, she doesn't have to be imaginary and sly, tactfully and twisted, she can say whatever she wants, and she can't hold back the other party anyway.

After Yaoying finished speaking, her eyes widened, and she stared at Tamaraga without blinking.

Tamaraga stopped writing, raised her head, her eyes were cold and gentle: "The princess doesn't need to care, it's just more criticism. After a year, the princess leaves safely, and the criticism will disappear."

His tone was calm and calm.

Yaoying suddenly felt that the words of gratitude she had thought about last night could not be said.

Tamara Gha is very smart and never takes her words seriously. He doesn't need her gratitude, nor does he need her to pay any price. He helps her just because she is one of the people in need of help and saved him. He was able to help her, and saw that she was in danger, so he went to help.

She met a good person.

Yaoying smiled, her whole body relaxed completely, and the lingering haze in her heart seemed to be blown away.

She curled her eyebrows slightly, her eyes were sparkling, and she said softly, "Thank you."

The fifteen-year-old little lady, young and young, temporarily relieved of the burden, her brilliance is beginning to blossom, and she is full of energy.

The whole Zen room seemed to be a little brighter, and the spring was lingering.

Tamara Gha put down his pen, picked up a few scriptures and handed them to Yaoying.

Yaoying straightened up, took over the scriptures, and found that it was the Chinese version of the "Great Nirvana Sutra", "Shu Mahayana Theory", "Abhitam Theory" and other scriptures.

She was one head and two big at once.

Well, the monks don’t verbalize, and Tamara Gha has issued an edict saying that she should come to the Buddhist temple to study the Dharma, so she really wants her to study Buddhism seriously. Not only does it stipulate her morning and evening classes, but even the scriptures are prepared.

This man is so honest.

Yaoying was holding the heavy scriptures, thinking of not only having to deal with the trivial matters of setting up a caravan, but also having to read these scriptures, her scalp numb, and suddenly remembered another thing, raised her head, and looked at Tamaraga with scorching eyes.

"Mage..." she asked with a serious look, "Am I going to shave too?"

There was a momentary stunned look on Tamaraga's face.

Yaoying was embarrassed.

In order to marry Ananda, the modern girl is going to practice ordination, does she also want to ordination? Although her hair is not worth mentioning compared to her life, we shouldn't hesitate about it, but don't shave if you can or not. Her hair is thick and dense, and it has been maintained for so many years!

In the scorching heat of summer, the sun was shining golden, a beam of bright sunlight fell into the Zen room through the skylight, shining on Yaoying's black and plump hair, her skin was like snow, she was dressed in a long pink skirt, and her arms were vermilion red, as beautiful as spring. The flowering branches that spit the stamens in the wind are brilliant and luxuriant.

Tamara Gajah looked down and said, "The princess has not yet converted to Buddhism, so she can bring her hair to practice."

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Tamaraga, her eyes filled with admiration and trust, and she smiled and said, "Thank you Master."

The sound was loud and brisk, much more natural than when I entered the house just now.

Tamaragarh didn't say anything, but glanced at the predestination standing outside the door.

Yuanjue knows it and sends Yaoying back to the yard.

The girl's light green skirt cut across the felt blanket, the glimpse was bright, and the air was still lingering with a faint fragrance.

Tamaraga then lowered his head to write.

After a while, footsteps sounded in the promenade, and Ashnabisa's tall figure appeared outside the door.

"Wang just met Princess Wen Zhao?"

Tamara Ghana gave a hum, and did not look up.

Bi Suo walked into the meditation room, saluted Tamaragarh, and sat down cross-legged, "Why do you want to help Princess Wenzhao like this?" One after another. For so many years, she is the first woman to step into your meditation room."

Tamaraga said indifferently: "The people of Bei Rong live by the water and weeds. They are barbaric. Haidu Aling is fierce and tyrannical. He is unwilling to give up. This will allow Princess Wen Zhao to get rid of Haidu Aling."

Bi Suo looked at him, "Wang, there are all rumors among the people."

Tamaragarh did not look up: "The reputation is not a foreign object. I am the monarch of the royal court. After a year, the rumors will fade away."

Bi Suo was silent for a while, "After a year, can the rumors really fade away?"

Tamara Gha lowered her head and wrote: "Bi Suo, do you think Princess Wen Zhao admires me? Worried that she won't leave?"

Bi Suo was taken aback.

Tamara Gha calmly said: "The princess lives outside the realm and can't help herself. After she finds her family, she will leave."

"What about the king?" Bi Suo asked, "The princess of the Wang Gang, is it really just because of gratitude and intolerance? The princess is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Tamara Gya's brows twisted lightly, "There are all kinds of things in the world, and love is like dew, and beauty is like bubbles."

Bi Suo quietly breathed a sigh of relief, got up, knelt down and bowed.

"The minister has exceeded the rule."

Roga is not tempted, that's good.

He was worried that Luo Jia was impressed by Princess Wen Zhao, but his beauty was fine. Princess Wen Zhao had more things to attract people's attention. Fortunately, Luo Jia was firm in heart.

"Bi Suo." Tamara Jia stopped writing and looked at Bi Suo, "You said you admire Princess Wen Zhao, is it true or false?"

His eyes were gentle, and he didn't mean to ask.

Bi Suo was sweating coldly and couldn't lift his head in shame: "The king, the minister is convicted."

All he did was to test Luo Jia's mind, to divert Princess Wen Zhao's attention, and to avoid her contact with Luo Jia.

Tamaragarh closed the written edict: "Don't have another time. Do I follow the Five Precepts and have nothing to do with others."

Bi Suo respectfully should have accepted the edict, his eyes widened suddenly.

This is an autograph letter written to Wakhan Khan, which is equivalent to the letter of credence. In the letter of credence, Luo Jia declared the status of Princess Wen Zhao and asked Wakhan Khan to punish Haidu Aling.

Luo Jia not only warned the tribes of his own country, but also told all countries and the world. From now on, dozens of cities and states, large and small, will know that there is a princess Wen Zhao who lives in a Buddhist temple and is protected by the king!

Bi Suo's heart trembled.

"This credential, you personally send it to Beirong Yazhang." Tamara Gata said in a normal tone.

Bi Suo's hands trembled slightly, and he clenched the edict, respectfully.

He returned to his home and packed his bags.

The soldiers came to report: "General, Princess Wen Zhao sent some medicinal materials."

Bi Suo paused, "What did the princess say?"

The soldier replied: "The princess said that the medicinal materials were given to the regent, please pass it on on your behalf. She also said that she would like to see you and discuss with you about Prince Bei Rong's return to Bei Rong."

Bi Suo let the soldiers send the medicinal materials to the witch doctor in the palace.

The witch doctor told him that the medicinal materials that Yaoying picked were rare and precious medicinal materials in the Western Regions. Some were used to treat bruises, some were used to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and some were used to relieve internal organ damage. Several of them were not found throughout the Western Regions.

Bi Suo went out for a while and ordered the soldiers to collect the medicinal materials into the warehouse.

The soldier should have turned and went out.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and Bi Suo chased him out and grabbed his shoulder.

The soldier looked blank, Bi Suo's face was clouded, staring at the medicinal materials in his hand for a long time, and closed his eyes.

"Send it to the Buddhist temple, give it to Yuanjue, and tell him that this medicine was brought back by the caravan. Remember, don't tell other people about this matter. The father-in-law just asked, and said I delivered the medicine for her."

The soldiers should come and leave with the medicine.

Bi Suo stood there and sighed melancholy.

I hope it's just his worries.