Yaoying was drunk and confused.

The Gaochang delegation brought wine from Yulin and Bafenggu. At the banquet, Malu and Wei exchanged letters, and Princess Manda poured her several glasses of wine.

Li Zhongqian was very strict, so she only drank a few glasses and didn't feel anything on the way. But after entering the inner room, she didn't know why, but her head became even more dizzy, probably because she hadn't drunk alcohol in the past few years.

The candlelight was dim, and Tanmarajiva's calm and solemn figure remained motionless.

She knelt in front of him, shook her head, and smelled a faint sweet fragrance mixed with medicine. She couldn't help but grab his sleeve and rubbed forward.

There was always a faint fragrance lingering around Tanmaragha's body, and she couldn't tell what it was. The people in the royal court liked to offer flowers and spices to the Buddha. He often stayed in the temple, and over time, his body was also contaminated with the cool and quiet fragrance of the temple.

Whenever she smells this fragrance, Yaoying feels at peace, just like the moment she wakes up from a nightmare and realizes she is still in a dream, so she breathes a long sigh of relief and all the pain in the dream disappears.

"Mage..."

She said softly, looking up at him, her eyebrows slightly curved, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes were hazy, like a flower slowly blooming in the moonlight, delicate and full of sweet nectar. As her eyes moved, the sweetness immediately overflowed.

The room was filled with her breath, lingering and stirring.

Tanmarajiva immediately looked away, but the faint fragrance still lingered at his nose.

Yaoying was a little unsteady in her sitting position, and she leaned against him, looking weak and delicate, and graceful.

The aroma seemed to be getting stronger.

Tanmarajiva lowered his eyes, looking at the Buddhist scripture on the table that he had just read halfway, and asked softly: "Princess, have you had wine?"

Yao Ying's reaction was slower than usual. After a while, she nodded, her eyes wide open, as if she had been caught doing something bad. She asked in a low voice, "Did I offend the mage?"

He can't drink alcohol, and if she drinks and goes into his room, does that also count as breaking the rules?

She gazed at him with her watery eyes, trusting, close, and with a bit of self-blame, and let go of his sleeve.

"Master, I'm wrong. I'll go out first..."

Yao Ying felt dizzy and her whole body was sore. She was too lazy to stand up, so she simply turned around and crawled out using her hands and feet. With a bang, her head hit the desk she usually used. She gasped in pain and her nose felt sore.

She covered her forehead and felt herself getting even more dizzy.

The arm suddenly tightened, the sleeve of the cassock fluttered, and the slender and powerful fingers grasped her arm, and with a slight force, pulled her up and sat up.

After a dizzy spell, Yao Ying knelt down in front of Tanmarajiva again. He held her arm with one hand to help her sit steadily, and with the other hand he brushed away the strands of hair on her forehead to look at the place where she was injured.

Yao Ying stared at him blankly, her cheeks flushed.

The candlelight shone obliquely on her face, and a piece of her white neck was revealed between her loose collar, like snow gathered under the moon.

Tanmaraka frowned slightly, "Does it hurt?"

Yaoying shook her head and whispered, "It was a little painful just now, but it's gone now and it doesn't hurt anymore."

The answer looked very obedient.

Tanmarajiva's heart trembled slightly.

It turns out that she was so well behaved when she was drunk. Even when she was so drunk, she still cared about him and was worried about disturbing him.

A ball of fragrant jade, delicate and soft.

Who will take care of her when she goes out like this? Who does she act like this in front of after she gets drunk?

Tanmo Luojia frowned and let go of Yao Ying, "It's okay, don't go out."

Yao Ying muttered, "Master, I'm drunk."

Having said this, he stood up dazedly and wanted to go out.

Tanmaraka looked at her, his eyes darkening, "I told you, it's okay."

He couldn't enjoy the pleasures of the world with her, but selfishly wanted to monopolize the snow lotus she gave him.

She didn't need to follow any rules for him. She could drink if she wanted to, and get drunk if she wanted to... She didn't have to worry about anything, except for him.

Yao Ying turned around, blinked, and looked at him with her head tilted, with a confused expression.

Tanmaraka grabbed her arm and turned her around, this time with greater force than before.

Yao Ying was still in a daze. When he pulled her, she felt dizzy and fell into his arms. His breath suddenly hit her face.

She heard his breathing and felt his strong arms and thighs beneath his robes. His heartbeat was still slow and steady, as deep as the abyss.

The body beneath the cassock was stiff and tense.

Yao Ying came to her senses, looked up, and found herself sitting upright on Tanmarajiva's hard legs, face to face with her arms on his shoulders, her whole body pressed against his chest, his calm green eyes reflected her slightly red face.

They were so close that their eyes met.

Tanmarajiva had his eyes lowered and his face expressionless, like a Buddha, motionless and still.

His breath was cool, her breath was soft and fragrant, the two breaths slowly intertwined into one, intertwining, blending, and becoming inseparable.

A bright flash of light flashed through Yaoying's mind, and she suddenly remembered the bronze Buddha that she had failed to sell several times, and the picture albums that Princess Manda forced on her.

The brutal and ferocious Vajra and the charming and graceful Buddha Mother embraced each other and made love naked, and it seemed to be in this posture... The picture book was more detailed and also included scriptures, Vajra and lotus... Blissful Nirvana, wonderful joy...

Indian religions are complex, and their temples worship more than one god. I don’t know which religion Princess Manda is talking about…

Tanmaraka smells very nice.

As the alcohol started to take effect, Yaoying felt even more drunk. She chuckled and clenched her hands.

"Master is not angry?"

When she just entered the room, he was sitting by the candle with a sullen face, looking as if a storm was about to come and he was ready to scold her.

Tanmaraka still had his eyes lowered and shook his head.

Yao Ying's lips curled up, "Then if I do this, the wizard won't be angry with me, right?"

There was something she had wanted to do for a long time.

Tanmaraka's body shook violently and became rigid.

A pair of soft hands were placed on his head, stroking it gently, with smooth and silky fingertips rubbing the short stubble gently back and forth.

He was stunned.

Yao Ying showed a smile of success on her face, and said in a playful tone as if she was doing something naughty: "I have wanted to touch it for a long time..."

Tanmarajika came to his senses and clenched the Buddhist beads tightly.

Electric currents seemed to pulsate where her fingers gently rubbed him, and a strange emotion that he had never experienced before surged up like a burning fire, making his whole body hot.

The molten fragrant snow nestled in his arms, softening like a pool of spring water.

The next moment, Tanmarajiva's mind went blank.

A pair of hands pressed on his neck, making him lower his head. She sat up straight in his arms, her dark eyes filled with tears. Then, soft, fresh lips, softer and more delicate than honey, rubbed against his head.

It happened in just a moment, so fast that it seemed like it was just his illusion.

But that gentle touch lingered in his mind for a long time, repeating over and over again.

Tamalaka was motionless, the muscles under his cassock were tense, and the blood that only appeared when practicing the exercises was surging throughout his body.

The fragrance from her body became stronger and stronger, seeping into my body.

He held his breath and closed his eyes for a long time, reciting scriptures silently. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with emotions. He raised his hand to hold Yaoying's hand, and with the other hand protected the back of her neck, and he fell on the blanket while holding her in his arms.

Yao Ying was half conscious and let out a slight cry of surprise, watching him pressing down on her.

Tanmaraka had his back to the candle, his face was vague, and his pair of green eyes were shining with dark light.

She blinked blankly and did not struggle.

His slightly cold breath fanned her face, one hand was placed on her cheek, and his eyes were deep and cold.

"Princess, where did you hear about the art of dual cultivation?"

Yao Ying was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened.

Tanmarajya closed his eyes, calmed down, and asked, "Princess, do you want to use this method to heal me?"

His voice was hoarse.

Yao Ying's eyes were dazed and she shook her head, looking a little aggrieved.

Tanmarajiva said nothing, picked up Yaoying, and walked out of the house. The breeze he created with his long sleeves blew out the candles and incense in the room.

Yaoying had no strength left in her body, and she shrank in his arms. He stiffened and carried her to another empty inner room on a couch, pulled up the quilt to wrap her up, turned his back to her, calmed himself, and stretched out two fingers to feel her pulse.

There was nothing unusual about her.

Tanmarajiva frowned, walked out of the inner room, and called Yuanjue: "Take away all the incense, candles, and herbs in the room. Also take away any decorations that have been added in the past two days."

Yuan felt confused and said he would do as he was told.

Tanmarajiva returned to the house, dried a towel in cold water, and used it to wipe Yaoying's face.

Princess Manda was well versed in spices and medicines. She must have added something to her wine, which combined with the spices and herbs in his room would have stimulated their effects, which was why she behaved so abnormally after returning to her room.

Yao Ying was dazed, thinking about the way he had just stared at her, "Is the wizard angry?"

She was particularly childish when she was drunk, with her mouth pouting and a bit of grievance.

That's how she should be, laughing, getting angry, without any scruples.

Tanmaraka sat beside the couch and poured a bowl of water for her to drink.

"no."

He said softly.

Yaoying felt hot all over and could not help but lift the quilt. Tanmarajiva held her down, let her lean on him, and patiently wiped her with an ice towel.

He was slightly cool, and she leaned against him, feeling a little more comfortable.

"Princess Manda taught you the method of dual cultivation?"

he asked suddenly.

Yao Ying asked guiltily, "How did the master know it was her?"

Tanmaraka glanced at the edge of the couch.

Yao Ying followed his line of sight and saw a bronze statue and several picture albums placed on the carpet beside the couch.

She blinked and smiled. Out of curiosity, she studied the contents of the picture album last night, then hid it and planned to let her personal soldiers take it to sell...but she didn't expect it to be discovered by Tanmarajiva.

"These things are nonsense..." Tanmaraka hugged her and said gently, "This method is just a way for some sects to save themselves. It has no healing effect and cannot strengthen the body."

Yao Ying smiled and pulled his sleeve: "I know..."

Tanmaraka looked at her and asked: "Why did the princess go to ask Mundadeva?"

Yao Ying looked up at him with her rosy face: "I know it's useless... But I can feel more at ease if I ask Monda Deva to confirm it. What if India really has some secret method? The method that the master practices was originally passed down from India..."

The handkerchief in Tanmaraka's hand wiped her cheek, and his fingers touched her soft lips.

She shuddered slightly.

He withdrew his hand calmly.

If Mundadeva said this method was useful, she would definitely be willing to sacrifice herself for him. She came to the royal court just to cure his illness so that he would have no regrets.

Yao Ying twisted in his arms: "Luo Jia..."

She called his name in a daze, in a coquettish voice.

Tanmaraka's fingers trembled slightly.

“Is the scripture in the picture book really useless?”

Yao Ying asked with hope. When she was studying the picture album last night, she found that those scriptures seemed to be internal energy techniques. He was a martial artist and should be able to figure out the clues.

Tanmaraka said in a decisive tone, "It's no use."

Yao Ying frowned and sighed in disappointment: "If only it were useful..."

Tanmarajiva frowned, took off her handkerchief, held Yaoying's shoulders with both hands, and looked into her eyes.

"If it's useful, Princess will use herself as medicine?"

Yao Ying nodded, "As long as I can help the mage..."

The tone is matter-of-fact.

Tanmarajiva’s face darkened slightly.

"What if I don't need the princess anymore after I recover?"

Yao Ying said calmly: "Then I will leave and will not bother the Master again."

There were waves in Tanmarajaka's eyes.

She answered so naturally, she must have thought about it many times in her mind.

Yao Ying chuckled and raised her hand to pinch his face, "Master, don't worry, I don't care about these..."

Tanmaraka asked in a deep voice: "Why don't you care?"

Yao Ying thought about it and smiled: "Because that person is Luo Jia!"

Tanmarajiva remained silent for a long while, staring at her with his emerald eyes.

"The scriptures say that instead of suppressing desire, it is better to obtain it and realize it. The moment you obtain it, the desire will naturally disappear like the sun melting the snow..."

Yao Ying shook her head and spoke incoherently, "Luo Jia is an enlightened monk... He is trapped by love for a while, but he will figure it out in the future... He is a Buddhist and cannot return to secular life... I know all this... If he can let it go, I will accompany him to face the world's criticism. If he can't let it go, I will leave. I have no regrets for being able to accompany him for a while... In the future, I will meet other people..."

Tanmarajiva's pupils dilated and the hand holding Yaoying's shoulder tightened a little.

"I care."

He said softly.

Yao Ying was stunned.

Tanmaraka let her go, helped her lie down, pushed aside the messy hair in front of her forehead, and continued to wipe her.

She didn't care, and neither did anyone else. Bisa and the others said that as long as he didn't make his breaking of the precepts public, they could continue like this.

He cares.

"Besides, this method doesn't suit me."

Yao Ying looked at him in a daze.

Tanmaraka lowered his head and said word by word: "Princess, getting something does not dissolve your attachment."

If he chooses to follow his own desires, he will not achieve enlightenment as the scriptures say, but will only become more obsessed and will never let go for the rest of his life.

So, he couldn't touch her.

He couldn't give her any guarantees now.

He covered Yao Ying with a quilt and said, "Don't think about these things in the future... Whether it's the method of dual cultivation or the matter of resolving my mental illness..."

As long as she is healthy, she is the best medicine for him.

Yao Ying responded unconsciously.

Tanmaraka watched over her, watching her fall into a deep sleep, then checked her pulse and looked at her face.

Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, her face was slightly flushed, and her lips were rosy.

When those lips pressed against his head, they were softer and smoother than the finest silk.

The strange impulse just now surged up again.

Tanmarajiva tightly grasped the Buddhist beads, turned around and left, called his personal soldiers to give them a few instructions, then went to the quiet room to meditate and regulate his breathing.

…

It was a cold night and there was no light in the house. The wind blew in through the cracks, causing the curtains to sway slightly and dark shadows to float.

Tanmaraka sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, sweat gradually breaking out on his body, with beads of sweat densely covering his forehead.

A wisp of breeze lifted the curtains, and a faint fragrance wafted in the air.

The sound of footsteps approached, and the complicated skirt swept the ground, rustling. A graceful figure stopped in front of him, leaned forward slightly, with exquisite curves, and put her soft and snow-white arms on his shoulders.

"Mage..."

She called him softly, her tone gentle.

Tanmarajiva closed his eyes.

She felt a little aggrieved as she sat on him, her delicate body twisting against his robes.

Tanmarajiva opened his eyes, and the corners of his eyes turned slightly red.

The person in his arms was drunk, as beautiful as a peach blossom, with wet eyes, and he struggled for a long time without being able to sit still.

He closed his eyes, hugged her, embraced her with his arms, and entwined their bodies.

In the Seven Treasures Pond in Paradise, a lotus flower is graceful and charming, swaying gently in the wind.

He stepped into the pool and reached out to touch the white lotus.

The layers of overlapping petals unfold one by one in the breeze, revealing the delicate stamens, shining brightly.

The wind whistled, dew fell, the lotus trembled gently in the wind and rain, and the petals fluttered down, as if they were overwhelmed.

The sunlight and shadow combined, the smooth skin of the person in his arms was oozing with crystal beads of sweat, his hair was wet and stuck to his face.

Tanmaraka trembled and hugged her tightly.

…

The wind blew the felt curtains, making a slight rustle.

In the quiet room, Tanmarajiva slowly opened his eyes, took off the Buddhist beads from his wrist, put his hands together, and recited the precepts and confessed his sins.

It was all his evil thoughts and had nothing to do with her in his dream.