Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The mountains rise and fall one after another, the moon is shining thousands of miles, the place is clear, and the four fields are silent.

Yaoying approached Tamaraga step by step.

The moonlight is like a caged gauze, and the snow is cold and clear. She walks between the moonlight and the snow, with a pair of bright black eyes, like the brilliance dripping from the brilliant galaxy.

The night wind blew off her fox fur hood, and her long braided hair fell loose, and a thin layer of snow between the hair condensed into drops of water.

Tan Moroga lowered his eyes and looked at the dark mountain road.

Did she climb up alone?

As the footsteps approached, Yaoying walked up to Tamaraga, raised her face, her nose flushed, and her eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

"General Su, Yuanjue sent me down the mountain. He just walked on his front foot. My horse suddenly turned around and ran back. It's getting dark now. I don't know the road. I am afraid of being alone in the mountain and can only come back. Find the general, please take me in."

She spoke seriously and honestly, her eyes were sincere, but her tone was dazzling and cunning.

It sounds a bit coquettish.

Because of trust, I am confident.

Tamara Gha raised her eyes and glanced at her.

Yaoying stood in front of him, and then said, "By the way, I sent Xie Qing and the others away. Now there is no one under the mountain. If the general doesn't take me in, I can only return to the Holy City alone." After a pause, he said. , "General, although General Ashina led away all the assassins, there would still be people lying in ambush in the posts of various towns and tribes. The general was alone and seriously injured. It would inevitably lead to suspicion. It is better to take me with you to cover people’s eyes. ."

Yuanjue asked her and her soldiers to stay outside Shacheng. She felt that this was inappropriate. If the killer found out that her team had not entered the city, she probably suspected that Sultan Gu was still outside the city, and she had let Xie Qing and the others leave.

Tamara Gha remained silent, his gaze flicked over Yaoying's red cheeks and looked at the steep rocks under the snowdrift.

Yaoying held her breath and stared at him without blinking.

After a while, Tamara Gaya nodded slightly.

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief, watching that the bonfire had gone out, she lowered her head and opened the bulging blue ground animal pattern brocade bag on her waist, took out the fire sickle, flint and tinder, and squatted by the fire, hoping to re-ignite the bonfire.

The night breeze howled, she took the fire scythe in her hand, found a place to shelter from the wind, and patiently hit the flint with patience one after another, and the red and emerald on her braided hair shone brightly.

The beating sound reverberated in the quiet night.

Tamara Gha stared at the top of Yaoying's hair, sat down cross-legged, and stretched out her hand.

Yaoying immediately put the flint and flint into his palm, got up to his side, helped him block the wind, and put her arm on his arm.

As she got close, she was shivering a little in the wind, snow and cold.

She is afraid of cold.

Tamaraga flicked his finger, the fire sickle and the flint struck, and the spattered sparks ignited the sulphur-coated wood chips.

Yaoying quickly added some wood chips to the tinder, and when the bright yellow flame burst out, she exhaled, wiped her hands, and rummaged in the brocade bag for a while, digging out a few bottles of wound medicine, and handing it to Tamaraga.

"These are all medicines for wounds, the general will see if there is any cure for stab wounds..."

After speaking, he took out a folded mink cloak, unfolded it, and put it on the shoulder of Tamaraga.

Tamara Gha sat cross-legged, still with her shoulders straight and her sitting posture elegant, Yaoying had to stand up to put him in a cloak.

The cloak fell on his shoulders, and Tan Moraka was startled.

Yaoying blinked at him and continued to tidy up his cloak. She leaned closer, stretched her slender fingers under his chin, and fastened his laces until she wrapped him in the cloak tightly. , Clap your hands with satisfaction.

"The general's cloak is used to keep me warm. The shirt is thin and the wind is strong in the mountains. You are injured again, so you should wear more."

The thick cloak was wrapped around her body to block the biting night breeze. The bonfire burned, and the whole body slowly warmed up. Tamamaroga held the medicine that Yaoying had handed, his brows moved slightly, and his eyes fell for a while. On her.

Yaoying got up, walked away quickly, and soon took a pile of wound medicine, warming blankets, leather ropes, iron nails and dry food from the mount's back, sat back by the bonfire, laid felt blankets, and set up a small house in the blink of an eye. The small, open simple felt tent continued to add wood chips to the bonfire, and opened his cold hands to warm up in front of the fire.

A tall felt tent blocked the cold wind behind her, the bonfire burned more vigorously, and the beating warm yellow flame reflected on her face, her cheeks were condensed and her profile was soft.

After baking for a while, Yaoying retracted her hot hand, rubbed the back of her hand, knocked on her frozen leg, broke a piece of hard naan cake stand on the bonfire, and cooked the soup in a small clay pot.

After busying for a while, she noticed Tamaraga's gaze and looked up at him.

"Am I arguing that the general adjusted his breath?"

As if for fear of quarreling him, her voice was low.

Tamara Gha shook his head.

Yaoying smiled, and said: "The general is at ease, don’t worry about me, I brought blankets and food. I boiled the tonic soup in the jar, and when I’m ready, I wake the general and I asked about fate, The general can drink some tonic soup."

Tamara Gha closed his eyes.

Yaoying sat beside him, resting her cheeks in her hands, staring at him quietly.

Both the cloak and the flint and scythe were from Xie Qing.

Yuanjue sent her down the mountain, she persuaded Yuanjue to leave her alone and perform his important tasks first. Yuanjue had a nerve in his mind and insisted on sending her down the mountain, until he sent her back to Xie Qing and left alone.

The corpses on the mountain road had been buried by the guards. Bi Suo took most of the soldiers away. Xie Qing stayed and waited for Yaoying.

Yaoying was worried that the seriously injured Sultan Gu stayed alone on the mountain, told Xie Qing to catch up with Bi Suo, faked the illusion that she was traveling, found some clothes, dry food, wound medicine and leather ropes for tents, and returned alone.

The joke that the mount was frightened and ran back was just a joke.

For many nights, Sultan Gu silently guarded her. Now Sultan Gu is injured and must hide his traces. She is one of the few people who know that he is injured and will not leak secrets, and should stay to guard him.

...

The bonfire burned quietly.

Afraid of catching the cold, Yaoying wrapped herself with layer after layer of blankets, like a chubby ball of wool, guarding herself by Tamaraga.

The night was deep, and she was exhausted physically and mentally. She couldn't help but doze off, her head little by little, suddenly a awakened spirit, and immediately looked at Tamaraga.

He sits still.

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief and continued to fall asleep. She was dazed to hear the people around her panting violently, and she woke up suddenly and rushed to Tamaraga.

Tamaraga's lips were pale, her shoulders trembling lightly, and she was trembling to open a medicine bottle, and her breath was disturbed.

Yaoying grabbed the medicine bottle, unplugged it, poured out the pills, and brought them to Tamaraga’s lips. She frowned and asked, "Why doesn't the general wake me up?"

Tamaraga took the medicine and felt her soft fingers rubbing against her lips, a strange feeling surged in her heart, and she moved away.

Yaoying looked at him, staring closely at him.

Tamara Gha closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. After not knowing how long he had passed, when he opened his eyes again, he immediately ran into a serious line of sight.

Yaoying's lips were pressed lightly, her body was wrapped in blankets, she was wearing a felt hat on her head, and her neck was warmed with animal skins. She looked like a dignified pagoda, with a focused expression, staring at him coldly.

I don't know how long she stared at him, her eyes were slightly red.

Seeing him open his eyes, Yaoying's eyes condensed, with a faint questioning meaning.

Tamara Gha remembered what happened just now, thought about it, and said softly: "If I have another attack, I must wake up the princess and ask the princess for help."

Yaoying's expression eased, and nodded: "The general shouldn't be next to her alone, she must wake me up."

She nodded, and the felt hat trembled, like a pagoda shaking in front of her eyes.

It seemed as if there was a flashing cloud passing by, and the lake reflected a glimpse, all the terrifying sights in the illusion faded away, leaving only a cluster of warm bonfires, a small felt tent with a few air leaks, the sky was clear and the spirit platform was clear and clean.

Tamara Gha closed his eyes.

Yaoying got his assurance, still afraid to sleep, cheered up, looked at the medicinal soup in the campfire, heard the gurgling boiling sound, opened the lid and smelled it.

Tamara Gha shook his body.

Yaoying looked up at him, her eyes widened, she quickly opened the lid, grabbed her body, and hugged him before he fell down.

Tamara Gha was so hot that Yaoying could feel it even through the thick cloak.

She untied the lace around his neck, put her fingers in, and touched his neck, the sweat of one hand.

"Do you want to take medicine again?"

Yaoying asked distressedly, reaching for the medicine bottle.

Tamara Gha was trembling all over, and her voice intermittently: "No... it's the poison from the wound..."

Yaoying frowned, and her hands trembled with Tamaraga: "What should I do then? How can I make you feel better?"

Yuanjue mentioned to her that the killer's blade was poisoned. He had taken antidote medicine, which could save his life, but it would still be poisonous.

The sweat underneath Tamaraga's neck seemed to be fished out of water, and his lips were strangely red.

"I'm okay...the princess don't need to be afraid..." He wrinkled his eyebrows and his voice was low, "Just get through it."

Yaoying was stunned.

He was worried that she was afraid of panic, so he was comforting her.

When going down the mountain, Yaoying asked Yuanjue: "When the regent was injured before, was he alone?"

Yuanjue nodded and whispered: "When the regent is showing signs that the exercise cannot be suppressed, we have only one way: leave the medicine and stay away from him, the farther the better."

Yaoying looked back at the mountains where the wind was blowing wildly, and his lonely figure appeared before her eyes.

He bears the name of bloodthirsty, walks alone, was cursed with hatred, and was still alone when he was wounded.

Staying away from him is good for everyone.

What should he do?

The body in his arms is tall and straight, standing there at ordinary times, like towering mountains, full of tension, making people feel at ease.

At this moment, he was hot and shivering. He still remembered to comfort her with a calm tone, as if he didn't care about his life and death at all.

Yaoying's heart trembled and her eyes were moist. She gently laid down Tamara Gha and let him lie on the spread blanket. She had just moved the bonfire, and the pile of rocks under the blanket was dry and warm.

"I'm not afraid, General Su."

Yaoying wringed out the cloth towel to wipe off sweat for Tamaraga, trying not to touch his chin and wounds on his body.

"I'm just worried about you."

Tan Moroga lay beside the bonfire, looking at her blue eyes with a little dampness, and after a while, closing his eyes tiredly.

Yaoying then wiped his sweat, seeing that he was soaked, carefully untied his clothes.

The skin that enters the target is faintly wheatish, firm and firm, shiny and plump, the shoulders are broad, the texture lines are distinct, the body is sweaty, slippery and oily, and it is hot wherever you accidentally touch it.

Looking down again, blood oozes from the gauze wrapped around the wound.

Yaoying shook the gods, quickly took off Tamaraga's clothes, re-medicated him, put on the clothes she had brought, put on the brocade robe, and then picked up the felt blanket and pressed on him.

Yaoying had taken care of the injured Xie Qing and knew how to change the medicine for the injured.

Tamara Gha fainted.

Yaoying leaned over and touched his forehead and neck. She felt that he was not so hot anymore. She let out a long breath and inadvertently ran her fingers across the scar on his face. The scar was a little rough.

Tamara Gha moved, his brows wrinkled.

Yaoying retracted her hand, took the cloth towel and pressed it gently beside his cheek, making gentle movements.

The night breeze beats the felt tent, and the bonfire crackles from time to time.

Yaoying didn’t know how long she had been guarding, her mind was tired, her eyelids stuck tightly together, struggling to raise her eyes, waking up, she reached out and probed Tantan Moroga’s forehead, and she lay down beside the felt blanket and closed her eyes. rest.

The cold wind rushed into the felt tent and blew on her body. The coolness was deep into the bones. Yaoying's consciousness was dim. She fumbled and pulled a blanket over her body and fell asleep.

...

In the second half of the night, the hotness faded away, and a heartache rolled over the limbs, and the body of Tamaraga was chilly, and the body seemed to be falling continuously, falling deeper and deeper, slowly sinking into the world. In the ice.

The surroundings became gloomy in an instant, the ghosts grinned sharply, the sword mountains and forests, the bones were everywhere, and the fortified iron walls stretched for thousands of miles.

Knowing that the illusion was false, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the warmth around him, not knowing what he was holding, it was soft and smooth to the touch, as smooth and soft as glutinous rice, and there was a faint sweet fragrance.

Tamaraga was in a state of confusion, tightened her arms, and carefully gathered this warmth and softness into her arms to prevent her from being frightened by the ghosts with blue faces and fangs around her.

Softness struggling lightly in his arms a few times, he tightened his arms, his arms firmly suppressed her, the ghost retreated, the black smoke faded, his body warmed up a little bit, his heart was peaceful, and he fell asleep. Among.

The next day, the belly of the fish was slightly white in the sky.

Fog and clouds linger in the valley, and snow is permeated.

A thin layer of ice formed on the felt tent, Chen Hui broke through the clouds and mist, pouring down, the ice reflecting dazzling light.

Tamara Gha slowly opened his eyes, staring at the felt tent on top of his head with blue eyes, and gradually became sober, raising his hand, just about to get up, a strange soft touch came from the palm of his hand.

He moved his brows, awake, and lowered his eyes to see Yaoying's dark and soft hair tops resting on his shoulders.

Layers of blankets were stacked to block the cold wind. He was lying in the tent, she was curled up in his arms, facing him sideways, her cheeks flushed, her dark black hair dangled, and the ribbons of her hair hanging loosely. The scattered green silks were entangled between his arms and palms.

She was still asleep, breathing evenly, and a cloth towel was tightly clutched in her right hand.

Tamara Gha remembered the scene before falling asleep last night, twisted his thick eyebrows slightly, and retracted his arms.

Yaoying snorted in her dream.

Tamaraga stopped to see that she did not wake up, slowly let go of her, covered her with a blanket, pressed the quilt corner, got up and got out of the felt tent.

The morning wind blows away the clouds and mist, standing on the cliff, looking around, there is no cloud, and the sun is shining.

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Push a friend’s phantom text: Mrs. Tu Di’s "My Supermarket Is Through the Modern and Ancient Times"

Copywriting:

At the beginning of his career and love, he inherited his very ordinary small supermarket with an escape mentality.

However, on the first day of becoming a supermarket owner, she discovered that her supermarket was not ordinary at all.

-Every late at night, a wooden door appears in the supermarket out of thin air, and then customers wearing clothes of different dynasties continue to visit.

—The little girl who was sold by her parents for two buckets of rice, holding a piece of bread given by Yunchu, gobbled it up, drinking AD calcium milk, holding her leg on the spot, crying and saying that she wanted to be a maid for her.

-The soldiers of the Republic of China who were about to go to the battlefield took out their precious watches and wanted to exchange rice noodles for their comrades in Yunchu to eat a full meal.

—An ancient daughter-in-law who was domestic violence pulled Yun Chu into tears, drinking Coke and saying that she would jump into the river if she couldn’t live, and shouting another bottle... —A certain general who had been treated by her relied on not leaving for her Be the doorman bodyguard...

Yun Chu: ...I just want to be an ordinary small supermarket owner!

Looking at the Marshal of the Republic of China who pushed open the wooden door and entered aggressively, Yun Chu took the hand of a certain door **** and drew his sword and shouted:

"You calm down, you are peers!"

A certain god: "Huh?"