On the night of the wedding, the red candle burned all night. Yang Jian said: Gala, you only have this pair of breasts on your body, round and fleshy like a girl's white feet. At this point, the intimacy between the two is always started by Yang Jian teasing her breasts.

Gala's memory was opened as if it was an ancient key, and the old memories inside were pouring out like ears of grain. She turned around and buried her head in Yang Jian's chest. Yang Jian hugged her and sighed: "Gala, I'm sorry for you a lot over the years."

Gala was silent for a while: "My father is dead, my mother is dead, my eldest sister is dead, my eldest sister's only flesh and blood is dead, and I am the only one left." "Who said, you still have me!" Yang Jian said. Gala felt that his chest was so stuffy.

The topic of unfinished did not continue. Gala was affected and soon fell into a deep sleep. Yang Jian hugged her and was surprised to find that the two of them had not been unfamiliar with the seven years of separation. Her body deeply fitted with him. The position she adjusted in his arms was a comfort that he could not even imagine.

In his deep sleep, Gala seemed to hear the distant sound of Qiang flute, catering to the Leng Su outside the suburbs of Suizhou. There was snow water outside at some point, and the white light reflected into the room.

As soon as she moved, Yang Jian woke up behind her, let go of her, and flipped over and said hoarsely: "It's Lu Di." He touched her head and turned over: "Go to sleep." Lu Di was rolled up with reed leaves. On this vast night, he always felt a different sense of clarity during the day. "Yes."

Gala responded and looked at him with his pillow on his hand. He fell asleep again, but seemed to be sleeping uneasy. Gala touched his face. His forehead was bulging, making his entire face look cold and solemn, and his nose bridge was high and straight, like, what? By the way, it looked like the ivory jade in Lingyan.

Yang Jian's lips are extremely thin. He always likes to purses when he is awake. He only lifts up slightly when he is asleep, like a child who is sulking without satisfaction. Yang Jian is still the greatest and bravest of all the men she has ever seen.

Such a man was like a sword unsheathed, ringing with a dragon's roar and a cold light, making people easily dazzling for him. It seemed that he was troubled by her. Yang Jian frowned impatiently. Garo smiled slightly and rubbed his exposed arms calmly.

As long as Yang Jian couldn't fall asleep, she had to be by his side. "Your Majesty, go to bed." Gala said softly. The bright moonlight shone through the curtains and fell on the half-dried land. At this moment, Gala's eyes were bright and quiet, as quiet as a gentle lake, embracing him deeply.

I heard that the wife of Huafan, the graceful figure owner, was jealous of painting fan, and finally Yang Jian sent himself and the other wives back to his hometown in Suizhou. Galo thought, and gradually fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, Yang Jian had already taken several teams of people to observe the terrain.

Gala sat in front of the window and dressed up in front of the mirror. Who knew that she was considerate, so she sent a dressing table this morning. With the light of the morning, a woman with a pale face and skinny face reflected in the mirror. Gala touched her hair, with some silver hair mixed in her black hair. "Madam, can you pull it out?" the maid Hongyu squatted down and asked.

"I'm afraid I can't pull it all out." "I pulled out the visible ones outside, and the servants combed it up inside, and they couldn't see it." Hongyu smiled. Garo nodded with a smile and looked at her.

Hongyu is about sixteen or seventeen years old, and she is not good-looking. She has a big mouth and is wearing a gray-black linen skirt. She is neither tall nor thin. She can barely be regarded as eye-catching, but she is better than young and lively. Galo sees her hands flexibly pulling her long hair into a bun and inserting jade beads.

"Madam is so beautiful." Hongyu smiled and brought the bronze mirror to her. Garo looked around and looked at her for a while, and her white hair was indeed hidden in it, without any revealing. "Which lady did you serve?" she asked. "I used to serve Mrs. Yuchi."

Oh, it was the one who made shoes for Yang Jian before, and Gala had a little impression. It was just that she was old, and she just didn't remember that there was this one in Yang Jian's wife. Gala asked again: "How many ladies are there in the military camp now?"

Hongyu looked at her and answered very quietly, like a mosquito: "In addition to you and Mrs. Yuchi, there is also a sister-in-law who just entered a few days ago. I heard that it was presented by a rich man from Suizhou. The surname is Yuchi." "How old is Mrs. Yuchi?" She walked to the main seat, pulled her skirt and knelt down, took a bowl of hot soup and took a mouthful of it, and asked casually.

Hongyu saw her kindness and immediately started talking: "Madam Yuchi is sixteen, she is very beautiful. I heard from the people in the camp that it was the orphan that Duke Sui saved in Shandong. Duke Sui was very happy..." Hongyu paused and bit her tongue. Gala looked at her with a smile and signaled her to finish her words. "Sui, Duke Sui, Duke Sui, Madam is very loved..."

"How do you like me?" Hongyu seemed to be asked suddenly, stunned for a while, her eyes rolled in her sockets for a long time before she blushed, and said, "Sui, Mr. Sui always stayed at Mrs. Yuchi at night, and there were always strange sounds at night." Gala chuckled.

Hongyu looked at her in a daze, and somehow she felt that the tent was much brighter. "Sister, I'm Mrs. Hongzheng, asking to see her." Hongyu stood up hurriedly: "It's Mrs. Yuchi." As soon as she finished speaking, the curtain was lifted from outside, and a woman dressed in a young woman bent over and bent in.

Gala's eyes stopped on her waist and belly with a big belly... and looked up a little further. He was a pretty son of a family member. He was not as prominent as the stunning woman he had seen in the palace over the years. Perhaps it was the nourishment of the rain and dew, or perhaps it was the dressing that was specially designed today, which made the women of the fellow countrymen much more delicate.

Gala noticed that there was a familiar jade ring on her reddish-brown skirt waist. The jade ring was extremely crystal clear and bright, and when the light penetrated, it reflected the colorful jade. Every time Mrs. Yuchi took, the jade ring swung against the skirt, and the shiny was really beautiful.

This jade ring was extraordinary, and the former Gala might not have recognized it, but now Gala understands that it is something from Yang Jian. Gala retracted her gaze and watched Mrs. Yuchi walk towards her in small steps and stop. She knelt down, raised her hands high in front of Liuye's eyebrows, and kowtowed: "I am Mrs. Hongzheng, paying homage to her, Mrs. Hongzheng."

Gala quickly got up, stepped forward to help her up, and smiled and said, "Madam Yuchi should not be too tired during pregnancy." As he said that, he took her to the cushion with him. Madam Yuchi followed him and then took a step, suddenly exclaimed. Gala looked back at her, and Madam Hongzheng blushed, her head slightly underground, and her eyes were still staring at her right leg.

Gala made a clear idea and said lightly: "It's not cured after the fall before, but now it's not cured." Mrs. Yuchi looked up at her quietly with her eyebrows down. A few days ago, she heard that Mr. Sui was going to pick Mrs. Dugu back to the camp. She was a little nervous, but now she thought about it but didn't have to.

Mrs. Dugu looked haggard, had weak body, and had one leg injured. She was already unable to move. Mrs. Sui should have just been kind to her in the past. Mrs. Hongzheng smiled brightly, but instead supported her in the main position, took a step back and sat down at the bottom of Gala.

Gala knew it but didn't point it out. He slowly sat down with his skirt, his expression calm and peaceful, and his eyes revealed a sense of fatigue, as if he had just woken up from a tired dream. "Madam, aren't sleeping well at night?" Mrs. Hongzheng asked sideways. "No."

Gala shook his head and stroked the radiance that fell between his eyebrows: "I'm sleeping well." She paused and asked, "How many months have you been in the belly? Thank you for your hard work." Mrs. Hongzheng sat slanted, and this action could easily highlight the jade ring on her lower abdomen and belt.

Gala lowered her head, stroked her abdomen with a loving face, and chuckled softly: "It's been seven months. I don't feel tired for Mr. Sui. But this child often gets up in the middle of the night and gets up..." After a while, his beautiful eyes turned to Gala: "The doctor said it's very likely that he is a boy." "Hello, son."

What Yang Jian needed was his son. Galo was drinking tea and talking, his tone was as natural as talking about today's weather. Mrs. Hongzheng raised her eyebrows slightly, and she could only see the dignified woman sitting opposite her face through the misty tea soup. But at this moment, her eyebrows, her eyes and even her lips were blurred in this tea color.

"Husband..." Mrs. Hongzheng was about to speak when a report from the soldiers came from outside: "Sui Gong returned to the camp..." A group of men led by Yang Jian opened the camp and followed one after another. The cold air instantly dissipated the rouge breath in the tent, softening the rising heat. Garo was just standing up and Mrs. Hongzheng had already taken up the armor for Yang Jian.

Galo had no choice but to stand in front of the desk with a smile and look at the people in front of him. "Brother, give me three thousand people, I will do his material warehouse, let Gao Huan drink you a northwest wind!" Gao Yang slapped his armor and the roar was shocking.

Everyone burst into laughter, and Wei Xiaokuan spitted out phlegm and hummed: "You are just a hurry to raise a mixture, it's not enough to play Gao Huan." "You, you fart!" Gao Yang blushed his face and lifted his helmet to fight. Changsun Sheng waved his sleeves and put them between the two, calming down his verbal conversation. He laughed in a low voice: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

Xiaokuan is right, Gao Huan should not be underestimated. He was originally just a coachman under Zhang Situ, but now he is in charge of a large town in Yecheng. "What Jiuzhang said is very much." Yang Jian suddenly said. Everyone looked at him. Mrs. Hongzheng took cloth shoes from under Hu's bed, bent down and untied Yang Jian's shoes.

Yang Jian raised his thick eyebrows with slight slightest difficulty, looked at Mrs. Hongzheng's high abdomen, and put her big feet into her cloth shoes. "Does Mr. Sui want cloth food?" She asked softly. Without waiting for Yang Jian to answer, the Gaofeng monkey behind him jumped out in a hurry: "Madam, give me some meat, and the food I had in the morning made my face green!"

Mrs. Hongzheng laughed softly, her laughter was like a yellow oriole. Yang Jian pinched her palm and raised her eyebrows: "Go." "Yes." Mrs. Hongzheng looked at him affectionately, turned around and leaned over to Gala, and said, "Let me retreat." Only then did everyone notice that there were other people in the room.
Chapter completed!