Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Yaoying had a night's dream.

The next morning, she combed her hair in front of the bronze mirror, raised her arms lightly, braided her thick, black hair into braids, each braid wrapped in golden silk, embellished with golden flowers and silver bells, on the door With a few knocks, Sultan has come.

He put on the grimace mask again.

Yaoying asked him to enter the room, before he could speak, she sat in front of him, neatly rolled up her sleeves, and stretched her arms in front of him. With the movement, the silver bells on the braids of the shawl trembled and jingled.

"General Su, I am much better. Without further ado, we will enter the palace today."

Seeing her impatient posture, she must have been waiting for him a long time ago.

Sultan didn't make a sound, and put his fingers on Yaoying's wrist.

There was a thin callus on his fingertips, rough and cold, and she couldn't help but shiver lightly.

Today is a fine, fine weather. The morning glow is shining on the snow after the first snowfall, and there is a bright halo in front of the porch.

Yaoying sat cross-legged in a daze. This time she was sober, she didn't dare to touch the ancient Sultan's mask again. She remembered the question before falling asleep last night, and asked softly, "General Su, does Buddha also need powder medicine?"

Sudan Gu's eyelashes trembled and raised his eyes.

Yaoying looked at him at each other, "Master Munda Dipo did not heal the Buddha. The Shui Mang grass only temporarily suppressed his pain, and he will still get sick from time to time, right?"

Before Deva Munda left the holy city, she went to see him off and asked about Tamaraga's illness. Deva Munda was vague and regretful.

Yaoying didn't think much about it at the time. Now it seems that Munda Deva regrets that he can only use the grass to alleviate the suffering of Tamaraga, but it can't completely cure Roga's disease.

What disease did Tamaragarh suffer from? Was he unable to get up every time he was in retreat because of his severe illness?

Deva Munda admired him very much. Why didn't he cure him completely, leaving only the medicine for the water mang grass and went back to Tianzhu?

These doubts have been lingering in Yaoying's heart.

Sultan Gu looked at Yaoying, there was no wave in his blue eyes, and said: "The king's illness is a chronic disease, and the cure is not an overnight effort."

Yaoying glanced at him.

Even though his tone was as serious as usual, she could still hear the prevarication.

This is also normal, Tamaraga’s status is precious, and the minister of the royal court doesn’t even know that he is seriously ill. She is an outsider, knows the inside story, and even asks so directly. Sultan Gu didn’t warn her, and was already very tolerant of her.

Sultan Gu raised his head, staring at the white snow under the sunrise in front of the courtyard.

"Why does the princess think of asking this?"

Yaoying frowned and said: "Shuimang grass has great poison, although it can dispel dampness, relieve pain, dissipate heat and detoxify, but it will damage the body when taken regularly. The gel pill that I take regularly is formulated with sun-dried and ground water-manganese. Grass, I only take one pill per month. The dose is small and powder medicine is needed. I see that the prescription that Mengda gave to Buddha is three times that of Ninglu Pills... The Buddha’s long-term medication will definitely damage the roots. ."

"I reminded General Ashina and Yuanjue before. I don't know if they have persuaded the Buddha."

Yaoying raised her eyes and looked at Sultan Gu's eyes.

"General Su knows medical skills, he is benevolent, and he should have taken care of the Buddha. He understands the advantages and disadvantages of this better than General Ashina and Yuanjue, and is more able to appreciate the pain of the Buddha when he disperses medicine. Buddha's illness can be slowed down. Slow treatment, please remind him that you can’t rely on this medicine just because Shui Mang grass can alleviate his pain."

She has a sincere tone, no temptation, only worry and concern.

A piece of sincerity, clear as snow.

Sultan Gu looked out the door, as if he was seriously considering Yaoying's words, he hummed.

Yaoying sighed and said: "It's a pity that the medicinal materials I brought didn't restrain those medicines from Shui Mang Cao. Those medicines are only available in the Central Plains. I asked Lao Qi and searched all over the market and found nothing. If I can return to the Central Plains. , I can ask a genius doctor to prescribe some powdered pills for the Buddha. If he eats them, it can alleviate the damage of the water and grass."

Speaking of returning to the Central Plains, she immediately thought of Li Zhongqian, and her worries flooded her heart, and her tone became a little lower.

Sudan does not speak a word in ancient times.

Neither of them spoke, and the room was as quiet as sinking water.

The sun was shining brightly, the melted snow from the roof dripped down the corrugated corrugation, and a rain line hung in front of the eaves.

After a while, Sultan Gu retracted his finger, "The princess does not need to take medicine today."

Yaoying recovered, knowing that he agreed to enter the palace today, and immediately called the soldiers to send a message to Yang Qian.

...

Sultan Gu got up and went out.

Yuanjue greeted him respectfully, and whispered: "The regent, everything is arranged."

After speaking, he lowered his head and stepped aside.

"Do you often go to the market with Princess Wen Zhao?"

Yuan Jue was peeping his head and peeking in the direction of Yaoying's room. When he heard him asking questions, he straightened his back in a daze and replied, "Yes."

Sultan Gu turned his back to him and asked, "What is Princess Wen Zhao looking for in the city?"

Yuanjue thought about it seriously, and said: "When Princess Wen Zhao was visiting the market, she was almost a shop next to each other, selling cloth and brocade, selling jewelry and jade, selling horses and animals, selling white folded cloth... …There are also shops selling medicinal materials. All princesses selling medicinal materials have to go shopping. The princess’s nonsense is not good and can’t understand the names of the medicinal materials. Often the subordinates help and the huskers to find out where they are. Selling medicinal materials from the Central Plains."

After speaking, he remembered something and couldn't help grinning.

"The princess is also asking where there is an eagle, and she also wants to raise one."

Sultan Gu stopped suddenly.

Yuanjue immediately stopped.

Sultan Gu turned his head and glanced at him calmly with a pair of blue eyes under the mask, "Princess Wen Zhao told you about the water and grass?"

Yuanjue was startled, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "The princess and her subordinates talked about... the princess said that long-term use of this medicine is not appropriate, let her subordinates persuade the king..."

At first, he and Ashina Bisuo were worried that Yaoying would leak the secret, and they were afraid that she would use this secret to threaten them and how defensive she would be against her. Later, the two found that she was not only tight-lipped, but also very concerned about the illness of the Buddha, and their hanging hearts returned to their original positions.

No one asked about this, so he didn't take the initiative to report it.

Yuanjue believed that he had done nothing wrong. General Ashina had instructed that Princess Wen Zhao is just a passer-by. There is no need to tell the king about matters related to her. However, when Sultan Gu asked, he still subconsciously felt guilty, and his voice became lower and lower. .

Sultan Gu did not blame him, and stood on the corridor for a while, then turned and left.

Yuanjue was a little confused, quietly let out a breath, and followed carefully.

...

In the afternoon, Yaoying changed into the costume of a tall noble girl, left the courtyard with Sultan Gu, and came to the place where Yang Qian had agreed to meet.

Yang Qian is tall, wearing a brocade robe with small sleeves, a scarf wrapped in his head, and brocade boots, standing beside the road where people come and go, like a flock of chickens.

With a veil on her face, Yaoying raised the felt curtain and motioned to him across the crowd.

Yang Qian didn't recognize her, and continued to crane his neck to look at the crowd. He didn't react until the carriage came to him. He looked at the car with his hair braided, and he was wearing a yellow-ground tufted flower-tree eagle pattern lapel small-sleeved long dress. Yaoying smiled, showing her white teeth.

"The princess's makeup is just right. I prepared the clothes for the princess, and I was trying to remind the princess to change it, but it was superfluous."

Yaoying smiled. Mrs. Yina held a banquet in the palace every night. The princes and nobles who attended were all dressed up in masquerades. She had asked in advance and even had the masks ready.

Yang Qian glanced across the masked and imposing Sultan Gu, keenly aware that his identity is not simple, and he must be in martial arts, and for a while, he could not help but look at it a few more times.

Yaoying didn't want him to discover the identity of Sultan Gu, so she took a step forward and stood in front of Sultan Gu, indicating that he could set off.

Yang Qian retracted his gaze, nodded, and said, "After entering the palace, the princess said that she was my cousin. I have more than a dozen cousins, many of whom are about the same age as the princess, and the people in the palace can't tell them."

Yaoying nodded and took notes, put on her mask, and looked back at Sultan Gu.

The mask covered her face, and only a pair of crescent eyes could be seen.

From these eyes, she must be able to tell that she must be smiling. Bright and Che's eyes flowed forward, filled with a smile, like shattered sunlight falling into a secluded pool, and the stars flickered.

Sultan Gu looked at her in silence.

Yaoying pointed to the mask on her face.

The mask she wore was a vicious face of Yasha, exactly the same as the mask he usually wore, half blue and half red.

Sultan's ancient eyes drooped slightly, staring at the mask on her face for a while, then lifted his foot and walked away.

Yaoying laughed, spread her hands, and followed him with a smile.

...

In the twilight hours, hundreds of candles were lit in the largest hall of the palace. The tree of lights seemed to be burning, and the candles were brilliant, as if daylight.

The curtains in the hall hang high, and a group of musicians sit cross-legged under the tents, playing pipa, 箜篌, 筚Li, Qiang flute, hole flute, snare drum, copper drawing, sheng music bursts, blanket blankets are laid in the courtyard, and their body is slender. The thin maiko danced on foot, with a soft and graceful waist, and the maid-maid dressed in flimsy gauze shuttled back and forth, crowded with figures.

There are a few tables in front of the hall, and a long table covered with red felt is filled with delicacies and fruits, and there are piles of dishes and wine. The guests were all dressed up in Chinese costumes, wearing masks, or sitting or lying down, enjoying singing and dancing, or walking around holding gold and silver cups in their hands, laughing with others, and bursts of laughter from time to time in the corner.

Yaoying followed Yang Qian into the lobby.

Yang Qian saw the singing and dancing of the palace, singing and laughing everywhere, disappointed and angry, and almost lifted the mask.

The brothers and sisters of the world were sent to Beirong as hostage. Mrs. Yina numbs the nobles with wine, food, and beautiful singing and dancing. These people can't resist even this temptation, indulging in it, drunk and dreaming, how can he not be angry?

Yaoying was really afraid that he would directly overturn the long case under his impulse, and reminded him in a low voice: "Young Master Yang, where is the Lord Yuchi?"

Yang Qian remembered the business, calmed down his anger, took Yaoying through the noisy hall, sent away a few servants, through a quiet path, and came to a tent with tents.

Yaoying waited outside, watching him enter, there was a voice from inside.

After a while, a Hu girl with disheveled clothes and disheveled hair came out from inside. When she passed Yaoying, she deliberately didn't cover her clothes, revealing the snowy skin of red plums on her chest, and gave her a fierce look.

Yaoying's mouth twitched slightly. Obviously, this Hu Nu thought she was the new love Yang Qian brought to Yuchi Dharma.

She glanced back at the hall separated by a corridor.

The maiko danced with the song, and the guests were full of red faces. When Yang Qian took her into the palace, Sultan Gu hid her traces, and now she does not know where she is hiding. Although she was alone in a strange palace, she didn't feel scared in her heart knowing that he must be nearby.

Yang Qian opened the curtain, poked his head out, and gestured towards Yaoying.

She walked in.

There was no light in the tent, the light was dim, and there was a thick blanket on the ground. A man with red hair, brown eyes and a shaggy beard was lying on the couch. He was only wearing a loose, wide-sleeved robe. With a hasty knot, you can see the thin and pale chest with a casual glance.

With anger in his eyebrows, Yang Qian picked up the cloak scattered on the ground and threw it on the man, saying, "Dharma, this is Princess Wen Zhao."

Yuchi Bodhidharma slowly raised his eyes, glanced lightly at Yaoying with a pair of slender eyebrows, and sneered: "Princess Wenzhao, Prince Aling of Haidu, who is determined to win?"

Yang Qian was startled.

Yuchi Dharma suddenly lifted his cloak, sat up, his long red hair was thrown down, the corners of his eyes were raised, and his face was gloomy.

"I'm worried that I can't explain to Haidu Aling. Princess Wen Zhao has just thrown herself into the trap. It really won't take any effort."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the felt tent, and several guards got out of the corner and rushed towards the felt tent.

Yang Qian was taken aback, and then furious, he drew his sword to stand in front of Yaoying, pointed the tip of the sword at Yuchi Dharma, and angrily reprimanded: "Dharma, you actually told Haidu Aling?!"

Yuchi Dharma looked up at him, his face pale: "Shiro, do you think I have a choice?"

Yang Qian sneered: "You are the lord of the country, even if you are controlled by others, you should have the dignity of the lord of the country! Does a Mrs. Ina make you scared? You don't want to resist and bend your knees. Why should you betray Princess Wen Zhao? ?"

Yuchi Dharma closed his eyes, speechless.

The guards in the corner gradually gathered around, the long swords in their hands flickering coldly.

In the stalemate, Yaoying suddenly put her palms together and chuckles.

"The son of the Yuchi family has a well-deserved reputation."

Yang Qian was dumbfounded and looked back at her.

Yuchi Dharma raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils shrank.