Yaoying felt like she was burning with anger.

Tanmaraka's reaction was much stronger than she had imagined.

His suppressed, heavy and disordered breathing was in my ears, and his faint scent filled my nose. His muscles were solid and surprisingly hot, his shoulders were tense and stiff, beads of sweat rolled down his naked back, and his body was trembling.

The body temperature rose and the tent suddenly became stuffy. The flickering candlelight cast a hazy dim light on the two people who were hugging each other.

It's hot.

Every part of Tanmarajiva's body was hot.

The breath on Yaoying's ears and neck was lingering and hot.

Tightly holding her powerful, solid and hot.

The air around her seemed to be burning, hot and thin, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Yaoying relied on the fact that she was a layman. Although she had not experienced it, she had at least heard a lot about it. Tanmarajiva was a Buddhist monk who practiced asceticism and had only a vague understanding of these things. She originally wanted to tease him, but gradually she couldn't laugh anymore. Her muscles and bones became weak, and sweat oozed from her face. Her hands were shaking.

When she subconsciously shrank back, Tanmarajika unconsciously let out an unbearable low moan, and immediately moved towards her, rubbing his sweaty forehead against her neck, his hot breath brushing her earlobes, and his breath blending with hers.

"Ming Yue Nu..."

A murmur filled with pain, eagerness and endurance escaped from his lips, which always recited scriptures devoutly. The veins in his neck were bulging, his breath was overbearing and fierce, his blood was surging, and he leaned on her and trembled like a wild horse, his arms tightening more and more.

Yaoying opened her eyes and glanced at him secretly.

Tanmarajiva held her in his arms, his eyes, which usually showed no emotion or trace of passion, were now tainted with lust. His eyes were red and confused, he was restraining himself and struggling, his face was wet and soaked with sweat, his facial features became more distinct and sharp, the masculine aura and the cool and astringent fragrance blended together, stirring people's hearts.

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Being looked at by him like this, a tingling sensation surged up from the deepest part of her heart. Yao Ying could not help but tremble and her face turned red. She could no longer muster the desire to tease him and closed her eyes.

Tanmarajiva's body trembled, and he stared at her who was so close to him without blinking.

She leaned on his bare shoulders, not daring to look up. Her hair tie was loose, and her long black hair was messed up in his arms. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her cheeks were flushed, as bright as peach blossoms. A few strands of sweaty hair stuck to her cheeks. Her moist lips were tightly pursed, not daring to make the slightest sound.

In the Three Lives Pond, a lotus flower is just beginning to bloom, swaying gently, looking as if it is unable to endure the overwhelming pressure.

The flowers are gorgeous and abundant.

He stared at the delicate petals, evil thoughts overflowing and sinking deeper and deeper.

People worry from desire and fear from worry. If they are free from love, what worry and fear will they have?

He can't leave.

Since I can't leave her, I have to admit my desire, want to merge with her, and want to ask her for the purest bliss in the world.

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Yaoying's mind was a mess. She had long forgotten what she had read in Princess Manda's book. While she was in a daze, she heard a low, hoarse groan in her ears.

She didn't move, she was completely stunned.

Tanmaraka shuddered a few times, wrapped his arms around her tightly, and buried his head in her lush, long hair, his breath hot and moist.

After a long time, his breathing finally calmed down. He loosened his arms slightly, and kissed her neck and temples closely and closely with a slight breath, his brows furrowed.

Yao Ying's heart was pounding. With a snap, she fell down with her back to him, pulled the quilt over her body, and covered her entire face, even her eyes. She curled up into a ball with her eyes tightly closed.

It is one thing to read about it in a book and another to experience it in person.

She was hot all over and felt like a lamb on a grill, about to start smoking.

Tanmaraka came back to his senses from his passion and was stunned looking at the empty arms.

Yao Ying froze into a ball, not daring to move, even her breathing was very quiet. The candlelight in the room flickered, but there was no sound at all.

After a while, a pair of large hands reached into the quilt, grasped her shoulders, and tucked her up and turned her over, so that she was facing him.

Yaoying's eyes darted around, as if they were nailed to a carpet, and she refused to raise her head.

"sorry."

There was a muffled whisper above my head.

Yao Ying was stunned for a moment and raised the curtain.

Tanmaraka sat in front of her, his face still lustful, his eyes slightly red, his naked body covered in sweat, his eyes glowing honey-colored under the candlelight, his eyes dark and his expression guilty.

She just didn't want to touch him anymore, but he couldn't help himself and forced her to continue.

Yao Ying stared at Tanmarajiva blankly, the corners of her lips curled up a little bit, she sat up with the quilt wrapped around her, and whispered, "I'm not angry."

She just couldn't react for a moment.

Tanmarajika said nothing, her red eyes fixed on her slender hands.

Yaoying subconsciously hid her hands under the quilt, stood up, and gave Tanmarajiva a soft kiss on the face.

"I'm really not angry..." Her face was slightly red, a smile flashed in her bright eyes, and her voice was soft, "You are my lover, I like to be close to you."

A warm current flowed through Tanmarajiva's body. He closed his eyes for a moment, reached into the quilt, grabbed Yaoying's hidden hand, took out a clean handkerchief, moved the copper basin over, and wiped her fingers.

Yaoying's face flushed and she no longer had the desire to tease him.

After washing her hands, she was about to lie down to sleep when her palms suddenly felt hot.

Yaoying felt a palpitation.

Tanmarajiva held her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed her palm, fingertips, and fingertips one by one, his eyelashes trembling slightly and his expression pious.

He kissed her hand all over, his eyes dropping to her wrist.

Her wrist was empty.

Tanmarajiva frowned slightly, rolled up Yaoying's sleeves, put his fingers into her skin, touched the Buddhist beads he gave her, which she had hidden under her clothes, took them off, put them back on her wrist, and slowly wound them around and around, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony.

Yaoying looked at him and said nothing.

The Buddhist beads like moonlight were hung on her wrist, and each of the beads was moist, making her white wrist look like ice and snow.

Tanmarajiva helped her put on the beads, kissed her fingers, and raised her eyes: "Wear it like this from now on, don't cover it up again."

There was a roar in Yaoying's head, and tenderness surged up and down, so much that it was about to overflow. She hooked her arms around Tanmaraj's neck and pressed down, kissing him on the forehead.

Tanmarajiva's breathing became heavier, and he suddenly let her go, helped her lie down, and covered her with a quilt.

Yao Ying was startled, her eyes swept over his waist, and her eyes widened in surprise.

He seemed to be reacting again.

She stretched out her hand.

Tanmaraka's breath was choked, and he quickly held down her restless hand. His face was calm, but his breath was a little disordered: "It's getting late, go to bed early."

As he spoke, he put on his undershirt, lay down on his side beside Yaoying with his clothes on, and closed his eyes.

Yao Ying rolled her eyes and turned over. Just as she stretched her hand out from under the quilt, Tanmaragha reached out and held her hand.

"I'm better..." He didn't dare look into her smiling eyes. He closed his eyes, silently recited scriptures, sighed, and said in a dark and deep voice, "Be good, go to sleep."

He almost lost control just now. If it happened again, he would take her here tonight, and she wouldn't be able to bear it.

Yao Ying heard the fatigue in his voice, so she stopped teasing him, put her hand on his arm, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Hearing her long and even breathing, Tanmarajiva opened his eyes, held her hand on his body, looked at her for a long while, his throat moved, and he gently put it back into the quilt.

The candles had long been extinguished, and the light in the tent was dim.

He looked at her peaceful sleeping face in the darkness, calmed down, reached out and gently stroked her cheek, his fingers brushed over her delicate eyebrows and rosy cheeks, lingered on her soft lips for a while, and couldn't help but lean over and kissed her.

Yao Ying felt something approaching her in her dream and she reached out to slap it.

With a snap.

Tanmarajiva was hit on the arm and came to his senses. He stepped back, looked at her, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

We are most irritable when we are asleep.

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The light reflected on the felt curtains became brighter and brighter.

When Yaoying woke up, she felt empty around her. Tanmaraka had already gotten up and left. She didn't know when he went to sleep last night. When she woke up in a daze, he was not around.

A maid came into the tent, brought hot water and new clothes, and helped her wash. There was a brazier in the tent, making it warm.

Yao Yinghun felt sore all over. Last night, when Tanmarajiva had held her tightly, although he had been very restrained, her arms, shoulders and waist were still pinched red in several places. After taking a bath and changing her clothes, she felt refreshed.

The maid brought in a large food table, on which were piled layer upon layer of gilded plates and bowls, with lamb, beef, venison, ghee, wheat rice, porridge, vegetarian naan, a plate of pomegranates, a plate of ayuehunzi, a plate of smoked grapes, a plate of thorny honey, and plates of cakes, candies, and fruits. It was a dazzling array of things.

Yaoying was surprised. Tanmaraka usually had a plate of mutton and a plate of vegetarian naan. Why did he prepare so much for breakfast today? Other things were fine, but pomegranates and honeysuckle were rare in this season.

"I can't finish all this, let's take it away and give it to others."

"This is what the king ordered the day before yesterday."

The maid said, bowed to Yaoying, and withdrew.

Yao Ying was in a daze. She only ate naan and porridge, and did not touch anything else. She left the tent and walked towards the camp where the Western Army was stationed.

Along the way, when the people in the royal court saw her, whether they were servants, civilians, soldiers or officials, they all stopped what they were doing, clenched their left fists in front of their chests, and saluted her respectfully.

Yao Ying became even more confused. After finishing her own work, she called Yuan Jue.

Before Yuan Jue came closer, he bowed and said with a smile, "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you, Queen."

Yao Ying was stunned. This was a huge shock.

"What queen?"

Yuan Jue raised his head, his expression even more confused than hers: "The queen is you, the princess."

Yao Ying smiled and said, "It has not been announced to the world yet, nor have we exchanged letters of credence. Don't call me that. Just call me Princess as before."

Yuan Jue scratched his head, "Queen, the king took you to attend the ceremony yesterday to announce the establishment of the queen. The day before yesterday, the king ordered that from today onwards, someone should be arranged to deliver breakfast to you every day. Everyone in the royal court knows about it..."

Did accompanying him at the ceremony yesterday make it known to the world? Did he also arrange for the food to be delivered before the ceremony?

Yao Ying frowned slightly and asked, "What's so special about this morning's breakfast?"

Yuan Jue blushed slightly and said, "According to the custom of the royal court... those are the meals prepared for the bride... Starting from yesterday's ceremony, these will be the meals for the next three months..."

Yao Ying's mouth twitched.

No wonder this morning’s breakfast was so rich, with so much that the long table couldn’t hold it all.

"Queen, the customs of the royal court are different from those of the Central Plains. In the royal court, if a man wants to marry a young lady, as long as the young lady is willing, the man will bring his people to take the young lady home, and the marriage will be considered completed. In the next few months, the best things must be prepared to entertain the bride, and a few months later..."

Yuan Jue suddenly paused, coughed twice, and then continued, "The groom takes the bride back to her parents' home to pay a visit, and the ceremony is considered complete. At the ceremony, the princess and the king will receive the respect of all officials together. In the eyes of us in the royal court, you are already our queen."

Yaoying remembered that it was Wang Ting's custom to kidnap brides.

The tribes practice a system of bride kidnapping. If the groom wants to marry a girl from a certain family, he will meet her in private and kidnap her back home to live with her. After a while, he will bring the bride to her home to pay homage. Usually, the two families will tacitly agree to the marriage before the wedding.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After yesterday’s ceremony, in the eyes of the people in the royal court, she was considered the bride “snatched” back by Tanmarajiva?

When Yaoying returned to the big tent, Tanmarajiva had already come back and was sitting in the tent replying to the letter from the emperor. He was dressed in brocade clothes and sitting upright. From the back, he seemed to be a monk studying scriptures.

She tiptoed behind him, leaned over to avoid the wound, and put her arms on his shoulders, "Luo Jia, Yuan Jue said that the people in the royal court have already regarded me as the queen."

Tanmaraka wrote with a calm expression: "The princess is my queen."

Yao Ying smiled, "Didn't you say you haven't gotten married yet..."

This is what he said last night.

Tanmarajiva paused, put down the pen, turned his head and looked into Yaoying's eyes.

"Last night... to me, the princess is already my wife. Once the letter of credence arrives, the royal court will hold a formal ceremony."

He said softly, looking serious.

Yao Ying was stunned at first, and wanted to laugh a little, but seeing how serious he was, she didn't dare to laugh out loud, and just smiled and hugged him. To him, since she helped him like that last night, he had to be responsible, so she was his wife?

She pressed two kisses on his cheek and the top of his head, then stood up and was about to walk away when she felt her wrist tighten and he pulled her into his arms. Her forehead felt slightly warm, and his lips slid down little by little, entwining their lips and tongue.

There were footsteps outside the tent, and Bisa came outside to report.

Tanmarajiva let go of Yaoying and watched her back disappear beyond the felt curtain, his eyes still fixed in the direction she left.

Bisa entered the tent, coughed, and said, "King, everything has been settled. Little Prince Jinbo is in charge of collecting the Northern Rong captives. The various tribes have begun to withdraw to their tribes. Mobito has returned to the military headquarters, and the soldiers stationed in various places have also begun to return to their garrisons..."

He reported a few things and took out a piece of parchment.

Tanmaraka took the parchment, read the letter, and said calmly, "If there is any accident, do everything according to my instructions."

Bi Suo let out a long sigh, clasped his fists in response, and seemed to be hesitant to speak, with a struggled expression.

Tanmarajiva lowered his head and continued to review the documents.

Bi Su thought about it, but still didn't say anything and left the tent.

The personal guards from the princess's mansion came forward and asked in a low voice, "General, what did the king say?"

Bi Su shook her head: "I didn't tell the king. There's no need to mention such a small matter to him."

"But what about the princess's title?"

Bisha looked into the distance.

Princess Chima died in the rebellion.

He had known this would be the outcome, but since she was his own sister, he still sent people to inquire about her whereabouts and eventually found her body.

"When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. No matter how many evil things Chima has done, she is still a princess of the royal court and should be treated with respect. However, she colluded with the noble families and caused chaos in the court. Before the Northern Rong army besieged the city, she fled the city with her guards... How can I persuade Luo Jia to give her a title of honor to such a princess?"

Luojia is kind and merciful. If he begs hard, Luojia may agree to keep the title of Trima, but will the people accept it? Prajna, Aqi and other dead soldiers are known for their loyalty and are enshrined in Buddhist temples and praised by the people. Trima and other noble families who abandoned the city with their private soldiers have caused bad consequences. Their crimes are extremely evil and are hated by the people. They should be punished. Only by distinguishing rewards and punishments can people's hearts be appeased. He should not make things difficult for Luojia because of his own selfishness.

Bisha let out a sigh of relief and said.

The guards lowered their heads.

Bi Su walked away and said calmly, "She always said that she was the daughter of the Tanmo family. Let's bury her next to her mother."

The personal soldiers should be.

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At the same time, in the Western Army camp, the cavalry brought a letter from the Central Plains thousands of miles away.

"A letter to Mingyuenu? Who sent it?"

Li Zhongqian took the letter, glanced at the handwriting on the envelope, and frowned slightly.

The author has something to say: People worry from love and fear from worry; if they are free from love, what worry and fear will there be?

——Quoted from the Sutra of Forty-two Chapters.

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From the comments everyone has misunderstood, delivering breakfast is not a signal for the bridal chamber, it starts from the second day of the ceremony and is delivered for three consecutive months, indicating that according to wedding customs the couple has been engaged and the bride needs to be provided with good food and drink, it is not an announcement of the bridal chamber, a monk would not be so hasty to purposely hint at the bridal chamber...

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