Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The main hall is doing things, and the monks sit around the hall and reciting scriptures. There are crowds of people and Sanskrit sounds.

Tamara Gha is not in the main hall.

Prajna led Yaoying to turn around the road and walk into a secluded courtyard.

Yaoying looked around in a circle, the main hall was heavily guarded, the promenade was crowded, and the monks and guards were guarded outside the hall, densely packed.

The news of Sudan’s ancient death came back, and Ashina Bisuo was "instructed" to verify and bring back the "skeletons" of Sudan ancient. Everyone believed that Sudan ancient had passed away. In the past few days, the princes' teeth and claws are growing, and the attitude is getting more and more day by day. Arrogant, all the monks and soldiers in the holy city withdrew to the Wangsi Temple to frighten the princes and ministers.

It is said that several avenues in the city have been controlled by the four armies of the aristocratic family, and the rumor that Buddha was once again being held by the U.S. Temple is rampant.

There is no news from Beirong. No one knows who will win between Wakhan Khan and Haidu Aling. The ministers of the royal court are already busy fighting for power.

Internal troubles and external troubles, storms are all over the building.

The Tamaragarh in the book shouldered such a crumbling country with his own strength, and finally ran out of oil and died.

Born to be a king, his whole life was dedicated to the royal court.

Yaoying frowned lightly.

Prajna, who led her way, glared at her, coughed slightly, and said: "There is a king, the princess doesn't need to worry."

Yaoying looked at him suspiciously.

Prajna's chest was tall, and she glanced at her from the corner of her eyes: "The king is resourceful, and it is the hope of the people. Even if the regent is not there, no one will dare to disrespect the king! Princess, don't look like this frowning face, the princess can rest assured, no matter what happens. What, the princess is from Wangsi now, and General Xue Yan dared not do anything to the princess."

Sultan Gu was "dead." The former General Xue Yanna, who broke into the palace, uttered a lot of words and threatened to become the new regent, and some foul language was spread, and the monks in the temple had heard of it.

Yaoying said, nodded, she was not worried about Xue Yan just now, but worried about Tamaraga.

The two walked through the dim and narrow aisle and walked into the yard.

A tall and tall figure stood in front of the courtyard, looking up at the broken snow sprinkled in front of the eaves. There was snow all over the sky, and the courtyard was silent. He was motionless, as if he were still in solitude.

Prajna motioned to Yaoying to step forward and stepped back on her own.

Yaoying squeezed the letter sent by Zhu Luyun, walked gently to Tamara Gha's side, leaned half of her body forward to look at his face, her braids hanging down, and rubies jingling.

A cold gaze swept over, stayed on Yaoying's face for a moment, and quickly moved away.

Like a bird flying across the clear sky, leaving no trace.

It didn't look like he was meditating, Yaoying took two steps forward and directly stated his intentions, and handed him the letter: "Master, Princess Bei Rong sent me a letter."

Tamara Gha accepted the letter.

"Although I don't know Zhu Luyun, I can be sure that this letter is definitely not from her intent. I suspect that the person who wrote the letter is either Princess Yiqing or the Minister of Bei Rong who sent her to the royal court. They want to use me to come. Approach the mage, or explore the secrets of the Wang Temple."

Yaoying slowly said, "I want to meet Zhu Luyun and ask her true purpose, in case they take the opportunity to make trouble."

She is not from the royal court, so she is more suitable to test the Beirong mission to find out the purpose of their mission.

Tamara Gah hum, and returned the letter to Yaoying: "The princess can do things cheaply."

Yaoying told him her plan.

Tamaraga nodded after listening to her.

His eyes were drooping, and he didn't look at Yaoying from start to finish.

Yaoying heard the cold and alienated tone of his voice, blinked her eyes, looked a little dazed, put away the letter, raised her eyes, and stared at him for a long time.

Tamaraga looked at the silent courtyard without saying a word.

Yaoyingwu's dark eyes were filled with doubts, and she couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, wanting to look at Tamaraga.

He saw her shaking from the corner of his eye, still motionless.

Yaoying stood on tiptoe, and circled around Tamara Gha, like a lively bird circled around a solemn Buddha statue.

Tamara Gha still made no sound.

Yaoying looked puzzled, thought for a while, folded his hands together, bowed to him, and whispered softly, "Excuse me, the mage."

After speaking, turned and left.

Before entering the road, Yaoying turned her head.

Tamara Gha, dressed in a large crimson robe, stood in the early spring morning in the snowy early spring. The color was like spring dawn, clean and dusty, and several light blue sky light filled the wall with blue and pink gold murals, and the shadow cage was staggered. On his face, his brows became deeper.

If he were a man of the world, I don't know how many girls would love him.

Yaoying stared at Tamaraga, and suddenly a black shadow passed over her head. The eagle murmured from far and near, and the goshawk flapped its wings and plunged into the courtyard, landing on a lotus pillar in front of her.

Goshawk's sharp eyes looked straight at her.

Yaoying smiled and opened her palms to the goshawk. She didn't bring any jerky today.

Goshawk immediately turned his head away from her.

Yaoying laughed angrily: Sure enough, she only accepts food!

She raised her head while smiling, and was taken aback by the look that was coming from the corridor.

Tamara Gha didn't know when she turned around, her blue eyes were clear, she was watching her play with the goshawk.

He may be waiting to open the newsletter brought back by the Goshawk.

Yaoying hurried away, wrinkled her nose at Tamaraga, made an apologetic gesture, and left with a smile.

She was taller than when she first came to Wang's Court, her back was handsome, her black hair draped over her shoulders, and her waist-long corset was blown by the wind and fluttered rustlely.

Tamara Gha turned back to the main room, sat down cross-legged, turning his rosary with his fingers.

The goshawk flew into the house and landed beside the bookcase. He let go of the rosary, took off the parchment and looked at it twice.

There was a rapid sound of footsteps on the other side of the road. Yuanjue walked into the house quickly, knelt down on one knee and saluted: "King, everything is arranged."

A few days ago, he was ordered to rush to Shacheng to cooperate with Ashina Bisuo, prepare a corpse in advance, let the killer mistakenly think that the regent is dead, and then quietly rushed back to the holy city. When the bad news of Sultan Gu came back, Bi Suo personally went to the scene as the Chinese military capital to check, found the corpse, and confirmed the news of his death. He passed instructions back and forth between the holy city and the various tribes, and he was so busy that he spoke with a hoarse voice.

Tamaraga rolled up the parchment and said, "You accompany Princess Wen Zhao to see Princess Bei Rong."

Yuanjue was taken aback and nodded.

Tamara Jia picked up a box in the corner of the book case: "Return this to Princess Wen Zhao."

Yuanjue took the box, feeling light and weightless, and didn't know what was inside.

"I have seen Princess Bei Rong, you take Princess Wen Zhao to the sand garden."

Yuan Jue raised his head suddenly, his eyes were round, and his face was full of disbelief. After a long while, he recovered and respectfully responded, put away the box, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Wang, that Princess Bei Rong is Han girl, my subordinates heard that the princess’s soldiers said that Princess Wen Zhao was acting on her behalf with the pro-barbarians...If Princess Wen Zhao and Princess Bei Rong clashed, what should the subordinates do? Do you want to stop?"

Tamara Gamma said indifferently: "Princess Wen Zhao knows how to measure."

Yuanjue knew it, and retired.

Wang thinks that Princess Wen Zhao knows proper measures and will not be too outrageous, so as long as the princess doesn't kill and set fire, he doesn't have to intervene.

Tamaraga watched the corners of the blue robe disappear by the door, his slender fingers opened a volume of scripture, his eyes were calm.

Princess Wen Zhao is Princess Wei and will eventually return to the Central Plains to reunite with her brother.

She does not belong to the royal court.

Modern Lady is just a lie that she casually tells.

Tamara Gha bowed his head and lifted a pen to copy the scriptures.

…

When Yuanjue found Yaoying, she had just packed her things and was about to go to a shop selling Persian carpets near Wangsi.

She didn't want to meet Zhu Luyun at Wangsi, and agreed to meet at the shop.

"Fate, where are A Qing and the others now?"

Yuanjue replied: "Princess forgive me. When General Ashina and I wanted to lead off the killer, we asked Xie Qing to follow them in a big circle. Now that they have entered the city, they can return to the Wang Temple at night."

Before going out, Yaoying sat in front of the mirror stage, melted the rouge, pressed her fingertips on the corners of her eyes, and gently wiped a few times.

Suddenly, a pair of slender and charming eyes fainted with a faint peach blossom, as if they had wept bitterly.

In the eyes of unsuspecting people, Yaoying has been staying in the Wangsi Temple and never left.

From the perspective of those who sent the killer, Sultan Guwei escorted her to Gaochang and returned to the royal court. Sultan Gu died in the assassination. She was rescued by Asina Bisuo and returned to the royal court. She was washed away in tears for the past two days. Show up.

Although everyone now believes that Sultan Gu is dead, and will not run into outsiders when going out this time, Yaoying still does not dare to take it lightly.

Yuanjue nodded appreciatively, and the princess remembered to continue to cover up at this time, and she shouldn't quarrel with Princess Beirong later.

"By the way, princess, the regent asked me to return this to you."

He took out the box.

Yaoying squinted her eyes, took the box and opened it, inside is a neatly folded soft handkerchief.

Yuanjue's eyes widened, the king asked him to give the princess a veil?

Yaoying smiled and picked up the veil: "I forgot all about it."

Yuanjue observes his eyes, nose, nose and heart, without saying a word.

Out of the Wangsi Temple, there was noisy voices outside the car curtain, Yaoying opened a thin slit and looked out.

Guards with swords dressed in blue shirts and white cloaks on their shoulders stood guard at the gate of the temple. Knights of the four armies stood opposite the long street facing the guards, and the atmosphere was depressed.

They had bronze talisman waist plates, and no one stopped them all the way, and they soon arrived in front of the two-story small tulou facing the street.

Tamara Gha’s birthday is approaching. Caravans from all over the world are coming, and the posthouses close to the Wang Temple are full of merchants from different places. A few days ago, there was a constant stream on several avenues, and the fragrant wheels and treasures were bustling in the city for these two days. The situation was tense, the merchants did not dare to go out, and the long streets were empty.

Yaoying asked her soldiers to wait downstairs, and went to the second floor with fate, sitting in front of the window facing the street, looking downstairs.

Half an hour later, there was the sound of wheels rolling through the snow from downstairs, and a group of guards from Beirong came rushing in with a large cart.

The carriage entered the yard, the guard lifted the driving curtain, and a young woman in a large cloak of mink got out of the carriage, raised her head, and looked around.

Upstairs, Yaoying looked at Zhu Luyun standing in the snow, pinching the heater with her fingers.

After more than two years, she almost forgot Zhu Luyun's appearance, but after a few glances, she was sure that the woman downstairs was really Zhu Luyun.

Yuanjue stood beside her and reminded her in a low voice: "Princess, Princess Bei Rong is the messenger of Bei Rong after all. No matter how much you feel wronged, you must endure it later."

The corner of Yaoying's lips curled up and she was noncommittal.

After a while, the stairs creaked, and Zhu Luyun's shadow appeared on the second floor. A dozen guards followed her. There were Husbands and Hans, all with a machete on their waists, with a calm momentum.

Yaoying's eyes swept across the faces of the guards.

Zhu Luyun went upstairs, stopped in her footsteps, and looked around nervously for a while, seeing that there was only a guard in the room, she was relieved, and then cast a glance at Yaoying, looked at her for a moment, looked a little worried, and forced a smile: "Princess Wen Zhao, don't come here unharmed."

Yaoying asked coldly: "What do you want to tell me?"

Zhu Luyun took a few steps forward, "Qiniang, I am here to compensate you for what happened in the past. Now I am not Princess Wei. You and I are living outside. We should support each other. I owe Qiniang and want to compensate Qiniang..."

She paused and stood still. A Han guard behind her immediately winked at her, his eyes stern, implying a warning.

Zhu Luyun bit her lip and continued to move forward step by step to Yaoying.

"Now Qiniang is in a dire situation. I really want to atone for myself, so I invited Qiniang to see her."

Zhu Luyun said a few words and glanced at the Han guards.

The guards continued to wink at her.

Zhu Luyun took a few steps forward, glanced at Yuanjue, switched to Weijun dialect, and then said: "Qiniang, it is true that my aunt Yiqing Princess married the judge of Bei Rong as his wife. My uncle is in an important position and can speak very well in Beirong Yating. My aunt heard that Qiniang was married for me and lived in the royal court. She was furious and pitying. He blamed me for harming Qiniang and pity Qiniang. When I was young, I had to suffer this pain."

"My uncle obeyed my aunt's words, and she was the only wife in the account. I took refuge in my aunt, and my life went smoothly. I often thought of Qiniang, and I couldn't sleep at night. My aunt said how similar Qiniang's situation was to her back then. Seeing Qiniang living in the royal court, we really can't just sit back and watch."

Zhu Luyun babbled a bunch of words and said sincerely: "Qiniang, I'm here to save you."

Yaoying looked at her, her mouth curled up, as if she was moved by her.

Zhu Luyun let out a sigh of relief, and reached out to pat the back of Yaoying's hand. Before she touched her hand, a bright cold light flickered in front of her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Yaoying leaned forward, grabbed Zhu Luyun, and slid a dagger out of her palm.

The cold dagger was kissed by the cheek, and Zhu Luyun was horrified and screamed.

Yaoying dragged her with the dagger attached to her face, and said faintly: "Princess Fukang, calm down, this dagger has moved forward."

Zhu Luyun's face was pale and she was trembling.

Suddenly, everyone was caught off guard and dumbfounded.

Both parties are on guard against each other's soldiers. Who would have thought that Princess Wen Zhao, who was beautiful, delicate, tear-stained, and pale, would suddenly violently buckle Zhu Luyun with her own hands?

Zhu Luyun's guard stayed for a long time, reacting, and flying forward, Yuan Jue also reacted, drew out the long knife, the back of the knife hit the guard's back heavily.

At the same time, there were shouts from upstairs and downstairs, and the guards lying in the corner threw out at the same time, waving sticks and rushing to the guards brought by Zhu Luyun. After a fight, the guards who were blocked on the stairs were tied up. Throw it to a different room to guard.

"We are Beirong Mission..."

The guards roared, and the soldiers took out a few **** of linen and stuffed them into their mouths to stop the roar.

Yuan Jue stared blankly at Yaoying's soldiers dragging Zhu Luyun's guards away, and his mouth couldn't close for a long time.