The felt curtain was opened, the night wind blew into the tent, and the candlelight flickered gently.

Li Zhongqian took the Night Light Jade and turned around.

A smiling face came in, looked into his eyes, and her dark eyelashes flickered: "Brother."

More than ten years ago, when he returned to Wei County from Jingnan, she was still so young, delicate and soft, wearing a floral dress with a front opening, with a small bun on her head, like a little dumpling, unable to walk, she leaned on the door with her hands on the door sill, and looked up at him and called him, "Brother."

He picked her up, she put her arms around his neck, and brushed the snowflakes from his hair with her soft fingers.

"Brother is cold."

At that time, he had just finished taking care of his uncle's family's funeral and returned home exhausted. It was indeed very cold.

But he is the older brother and he has to take good care of his sister. No matter how cold it is, he can't let her freeze.

Li Zhongqian was absent-minded for a moment, then sneered, "Tanmarajava has just left... and you are so concerned about him? Are you afraid that I will bully him?"

Yao Ying quickly put away her smile, lifted the curtain and walked into the tent quickly, took his arm, and said seriously: "I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about you, I'm afraid he won't say anything to make you angry."

Li Zhongqian knew that she was coaxing him, but he still felt comforted. He hummed softly, and thinking of Tanmarajiva's body, his brows wrinkled slightly, his mouth opened, and his eyes fell on Yaoying's face.

Yao Ying was looking at the treasure box in the account with curiosity.

He swallowed the words that were about to roll into his throat.

She and Tanmarajiva have been through so much to get to where they are today, so let's not talk about the things that make her sad.

…

Yao Ying coaxed Li Zhongqian and went to find Tanmarajiva.

It was late at night, the candlelight was dim, Tanmarajiva was sitting cross-legged on the carpet with his back to the felt curtain, his clothes half-undressed, the leather belt inlaid with a dagger taken off and placed aside, his back was covered with mottled scars. Hearing the voices of Yuanjue and Yaoying talking outside the tent, he pulled up his open clothes.

Yao Ying turned around the screen and smelled a scent of medicine. She walked over to him and sat down. She washed her hands and said with a serious expression: "Luo Jia, let me see your injury."

He was methodical in his work and had everything arranged in advance. Today, he returned to secular life, issued an imperial edict, and met with Li Zhongqian, all in one day. He thought of everything except his own health, which he had not considered until now.

Tanmarajiva shook his head: "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Yao Ying stared at him closely, frowning slightly, with a stern look in her eyes: "It's nothing serious, I want to take a look too."

The tone is stern.

The threads of Tanmarajiva do not move.

Without saying a word, Yao Ying opened the collar of his shooting suit and pulled his outer robe and jacket down to his waist. Her eyes lingered on the bloodstained inner garment for a while. She bit her lip and, with shaking hands, carefully tore open the inner garment.

Tanmarajika sat shirtless in the dim candlelight, his tight back dripping with sweat and glowing with a honey-colored glow. From shoulders to waist, there were scars, large bruises and redness. In the candlelight, the marks left by the staff were clearly visible, crisscrossed in all directions. There were also several old wounds that had not healed, the bruises were blue and purple, and it was shocking to look at.

Yao Ying felt a pang of pain in her heart. She gritted her teeth, dipped her finger into some ointment, and applied it to the wound. "It's already like this, and you still say you're fine..."

She sat beside him, her breath resting on his bare shoulders as she spoke, her soft fingertips stroking his back, gently caressing it.

"Luo Jia, does it hurt?"

She asked behind his ear, her voice full of pity and distress.

There was a fire burning in the air, which suddenly became hot and tangled.

Tanmarajiva lowered her eyes, beads of sweat oozing from her entire body, the muscles in her shoulders and back were tense, and the brachial muscles in her arms were trembling slightly.

"Better."

He said softly, paused, looked at Yaoying's fluttering eyelashes, and added: "Mingyue Nu helped me apply the medicine, I feel better now."

Really, he felt much better.

Yaoying's hands moved more and more gently. She applied the medicine on him and looked at him.

His face was covered with beads of sweat, his brows were soaked with sweat, his facial features looked sharper than usual, his aura was a little more aggressive, his deep green eyes were like a pool of still water, he looked at her steadily, his gaze on her face was filled with a bit of gentle oppression, as if he could see through her completely.

"Princess, I just went to ask your brother for marriage."

He spoke every word authentically.

Yao Ying was stunned.

Tanmaraka's eyes were filled with undercurrents, and the strength that was restrained in his coldness emanated from him. He sat upright, a bead of sweat rolling down his naked back to his waist, outlining a neat line, "I want to marry the princess and stay with her forever. I don't know how long I can live, and I don't know how to be a lover in the secular world. Are you willing to marry me like this?"

Yaoying raised her eyes and stared at him for a long time, her eyes gradually turning red.

She didn't care about these titles, and didn't care whether he could enter the world of mortals.

He cared. He didn't know how long he could live, so he was in a hurry to settle everything so that she wouldn't have to suffer.

Yao Ying's heart was filled with emotions. She lowered her head, leaned her face on Tanmarajiva's shoulder, and rubbed it affectionately.

Tanmo Luojia waited for a while, stretched out his arms, lifted Yaoying's chin with his fingers, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mingyue Nu, are you willing to marry me like this?"

He seemed calm and composed these days, planning everything, as if he had it all figured out, but in fact he was not as calm as he seemed. He was afraid that it would be too late, and that he would not be able to give her anything in this life. He used to think that life was just a moment, a bubble, and that he did not need to care about life and death. Now he understood why people were obsessed with life.

Yaoying looked at him, and when their eyes met, tears welled up in her eyes. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she hummed softly.

This sound was like the celestial music floating in the paradise, like the harmonious chirping of the garuda bird. The sky was bright and the trees were full of flowers.

His lotus blossomed for him.

He caught this ray of moonlight in his palm.

Tanmarajiva stared into Yaoying's bright eyes like autumn water, slowly pulled her closer, put his hand on her neck, held her in his arms, and placed a cool kiss on the top of her head.

Yaoying felt distressed and sad, her heart filled with tenderness. She raised her hands to hug his waist, her fingers accidentally rubbing against his bare back, and he trembled slightly in her arms.

"Did you get hurt?"

Yao Ying quickly struggled out of Tanmarajya's arms and looked down at the wound on his back.

"Nothing."

Tanmaraka shook her head, her fingers lingering greedily in her thick hair.

Suddenly, an electric current shot up from his back, and the blood in his body began to boil and burn. He froze, his fingers stiffened, and his blood vessels dilated.

Feeling a soft touch on his naked back, Yao Ying lowered her head, pushed aside his riding suit with her fingers, and gently hugged the intact part of his waist. Her soft lips pressed against the protruding shoulder blades on his back, avoiding the medicated wounds and kissing him softly from top to bottom.

"Will this be better?"

She asked as she kissed him, her tone almost whispering.

The kisses on the back were soft and tender.

Tanmarajiva did not move. The heat that had been suppressed just now rose up again, spreading from the place where Yaoying had kissed, causing a slight tremor wherever it went. An uncontrollable heat quickly spread throughout his body. A flush suddenly appeared on his pale face, and his eyes were deep.

Yaoying didn't notice his abnormality and kissed his back lovingly.

"I won't bother with you this time... Luo Jia, you promised me that you would listen to me from now on. If you get hurt, you must apply medicine immediately... You are not allowed to neglect yourself like this again."

Tanmarajiva closed his eyes for a moment, trying his best to endure, turning his head away and not looking at Yaoying, his throat rolling and sweat slowly sliding along the lines of his skin.

Yao Ying raised her head, kissed his shoulders, tightened her arms, and hugged his thin waist.

"From now on you are mine, you have to listen to me."

She smiled brightly and said in a coquettish tone.

Tanmarajiva turned his head and looked at Yaoying's lips which were curled up when she spoke. Their lips were fresh, shiny, delicate and tempting. When they were slightly opened, their breath was gentle and sweet, softer and smoother than ambrosia.

The body leaning against his was like a ball of fragrant jade, a handful of fine snow, light and soft, as if if he just squeezed her gently, she would fall limp in his arms and let him do whatever he wanted.

The evil thoughts that had been lingering in Tanmarajiva's heart suddenly burst out, burning like a raging fire, growing and expanding non-stop, roaring and surging in every blood vessel, eager to burst out, waves of hot currents violently rushing and biting in the body, urgently needing relief.

The veins in his neck bulged.

Yao Ying was next to him, and could feel the chilly aura around him. She asked in confusion, "Luo Jia..."

Before she could even ask, the next moment, the back of her neck felt tighter and her chin was pinched tightly by hot fingers. Tanmarajika turned sideways and stood up, with his tall and straight body resting on top of her. He pressed her neck with one hand and held her tightly in his arms.

Her mouth was blocked, and the hot tongue pried open her lips, turning, sucking, colliding, and twirling.

Like a long-lurking beast that finally catches its desired prey, it is eager to devour it and invades it fiercely to possess it.

Even through her clothes, Tanmarajya could still feel her softness and tenderness, her fragrance penetrating her bones. Her clothes gradually slipped away, revealing a touch of creamy white skin. Her skin pressed against his naked, sweaty chest, and her fragrance became more and more rich and lingering, tempting him to taste it.

He couldn't help but hug her tighter, holding her tightly against his chest, wishing he could rub her into his own flesh and blood.

Yao Ying was caught off guard and whimpered as her lips blended with his. Her body was tightly held in his hot embrace, her hands and feet were weak, and she was almost as soft as a pool of spring water.

With a bang, the small table was knocked over, and Yaoying sank deeply into the carpet. She felt a weight on her body, and Tanmarajiva's tall body pressed on her, and one hand slipped into her lapel.

He looked at her, his eyes darkening, his forehead sweating, his breathing heavy.

Yao Yinghun's body felt numb and weak. She lay under him, stretching out softly. Her hand touched his bare arm, which was wet with sweat.

Her body also began to heat up and she shivered.

Beads of sweat slid down Tanmaraka's face and dripped onto the carpet.

He looked at her without blinking, his brows furrowed, his face solemn and holy, like a Buddha, but repressed emotions surged violently in his eyes.

Yaoying's face was burning. She raised her hands to hook them around his neck, pulled him over, and kissed his forehead.

Tanmarajiva tried his best to endure it, breathing rapidly, his fingers tightly clenched the blanket beside her, and suddenly closed his eyes, rolled over her, grabbed the quilt on the couch next to her, covered Yaoying, and wrapped her tightly from neck to feet like a rice dumpling, then sat cross-legged on the blanket, closed his eyes, and recited scriptures.

Yao Ying was stunned, wrapped in the quilt and unable to move, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

He was just proposing marriage, why is he chanting again?

Could it be that he regretted it and didn't want to break the rules?

Yao Ying was stunned for a long while, twisting and turning in the quilt, struggling to sit up, and rubbing against Tanmarajiva like a silkworm pupa, with her long hair loose, her cheeks slightly red, and her pair of charming peach blossom eyes wide open.

"you……"

She had just said one word when she fell into a hot embrace. Tanmaraka spread his arms and hugged her through the thick brocade quilt.

"I'm sorry, Princess, I just couldn't help myself."

He held her in his arms, his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling violently, his face covered in sweat, and as he spoke, he adjusted his posture, his movements stiff.

Yao Ying was startled, then she felt the hotness there and her eyes widened in surprise.

She knew he was a man and knew how he felt about her, but it was not until this moment that she truly felt his desire for the first time.

He's already like this... Yaoying's heart trembled, and she didn't know where to look. She smiled for a while, blew air on Tanmo Luojia's face, and whispered: "Luojia, you don't have to restrain yourself... I promise to marry you."

Tanmaraka trembled, and held her arms and stretched them into a bow, gathering strength.

"Princess, we haven't gotten married yet..."

He shook his head and spoke softly, his voice hoarse.

Yao Ying was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing and twisted in his arms: "That time, I came from Gaochang to the Holy City to find you. Wasn't that considered a marriage? Then why did you kiss me?"

She was so weak and boneless that she rubbed against Tanmaragha as she twisted her body. His breathing became more disordered and he increased the strength of his arms to prevent her from moving.

"Mingyuenu, don't move..."

He opened his eyes, his gaze was deep, sweat dripped down his forehead, and his expression was full of pain. "I... I can't control myself now, I will hurt you."

As he spoke, a murderous aura seemed to surge from his entire body, and his muscles swelled.

Just now, he almost couldn't control himself and desecrated her here. When he was dying, he took too many pills, and his inner energy overflowed, almost going insane. After waking up, he almost lost his mind and all consciousness, as if he had really become a steel bone that was not afraid of swords and knives, just like General Saisang'er before his death. Bisa and the others had never seen him like that before.

During those days, no one dared to get too close to him.

It was not until he saw Yao Ying that he regained consciousness.

He was afraid of hurting her.

Yaoying didn't dare to move.

Tanmaraka held her in his arms, closed his eyes, and continued to recite scriptures silently.

A long time passed, and he was still stiff.

Yao Ying listened to his heartbeat and looked at his bare chest. She was not sleepy at all. Her eyes were darting around. She accidentally glanced at him and her face flushed. She quickly looked away.

In his condition, he won’t need to recite scriptures all night, right?

"Luo Jia, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Yaoying stretched out her hands from under the quilt, hooked them around Tanmarajya's neck, put her lips close to his, and whispered softly in his ear: "I know a way to make you feel better..."

He has been studying since he was young and may not understand the matters between men and women.

She had never experienced it, but Princess Manda did teach her a lot... She remembered it even though she didn't want to learn.

The candlelight was dim, and heat was rising on Tanmarajika's pale face at a speed visible to the naked eye. His ears turned red and his breathing became slightly disordered.

Yao Ying took the opportunity to break free from his restraints, tore off the quilt that was wrapped around her, knelt in front of him, chuckled, pulled him down, kissed him on the cheek, rested her forehead against his, and entangled her breath with his. With her right hand, she gently stroked his tightly locked eyebrows, his high nose bridge, his tightly pursed lips, and his bare chest covered with sweat. She endured the tension and fear and slowly moved down.

Tanmaraka was shocked and his muscles trembled.

Yao Ying was very courageous and her face turned red at this moment. She closed her eyes and buried her face in his shoulder.

Tanmaraka hugged her tightly.

Author's words: Recommend my friend Jiangnan Mei'e's ancient novel: "Jin Yi Zheng Rong", a female Jin Yi guard and a deaf-mute male protagonist

Copywriter:

When He Lan first met Wang Zhuozhen, she went back and set up a silkworm house in her yard.

Later, Wang Zhuoxian found out and asked him why.

He wrote on the paper: All my life, I have been making wedding dresses for others. But this time, I am willing and excited to make a wedding dress myself. One mulberry leaf, one silkworm, one cobweb, one thread, one silk, I don't want to miss a single step.

hint:

1. The protagonist of this article is really deaf-mute, the kind that can never be cured. Please read with caution if you mind.

2. It is a story of power struggle, with both sweetness and cruelty. Be careful if you are afraid of cruelty.

It's HE~