Su Wei and Xiaokuan looked at each other and bowed respectfully to Gala. Su Wei, Xiaokuan, and Gao Bing and Yang Jian Jialuo were both fellow villagers. Before Yang Jian took office, these three people often went to eat, drink and have fun at home, and they were also very familiar.

"Madam..." Gao Yang scratched his ears and squinted his cheeks: "I didn't see you, I...I..." Xiaokuan poked his armpit with his elbow and glared. Gao Yang hurriedly shut up. Garo stood up against the desk and saluted the four of them with a smile. "Sit down, don't get up."

Yang Jian waved his hand and led the three of them to the sand table. The battle of Yecheng was very important to him. Yecheng was the capital of Northern Qi. If Yecheng conquered the lower city, Northern Qi would be the item in his pocket. Northern Qi was also at the Langzhong Pass, and the food required by the imperial capital of the Chaogong Palace was transported from this way, so its importance was naturally self-evident.

But if it is not captured, Gao Huan will definitely backfire. At that time, even Suizhou will be lost... The four of them discussed, their faces becoming more and more serious, and one by one jumped out of the sand table and were rejected one by one. Yang Jian felt that the charcoal fire in the tent was too hot, so he kicked his shoes suddenly and shouted: "Tea soup."

Gala had already fried the tea and put it warm. He poured four bowls and asked the red jade to send it. The slightly bitter tea in the sweet fragrance slipped down his throat. Yang Jian was still staring at the tea tray and frowned deeply. Su Wei savored the tea fragrance and smiled at Yang Jian and said, "Duke Sui, today's cold, do you want to taste the cauldron food?" Everyone stopped and looked at Su Wei.

Yang Jian frowned, and his originally cold eyes seemed to remember something, and looked at Gala. Gala knelt on the wooden board and was placing shoe boards, and was extremely skillful in threading needles. The white snow outside the tent gave her a soft white light, and even the black coarse cloth wrapped around her small body became brighter.

Gala was slutty with a slut. When he raised his eyes, he saw everyone looking at her. He was stunned. After a while, he noticed something and smiled at them and put down the needle and thread: "I'll get food for everyone now." She leaned over and bowed. Hongyu hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

After walking a few steps, everyone realized that her path was not convenient, and her right foot seemed to... "My lady's foot..." Gao Yangxin blurted out quickly. Xiaokuan pushed him, and Gao Yang jumped up: "What's wrong with you? Madam's foot is injured, I can't say it!"

Yang Jian's eyes were stern, his thin lips tightened, and he turned around and pushed the sand table. Wei Xiaokuan                                                                                                                �

Gala personally cooked and entered the kitchen. More than a dozen fire-headed soldiers were gathering around the fire. Seeing her coming, he hesitated, looked her up and down, and looked at each other in front of each other. It was snowing outside, and the north wind blew the snow water in, making people cold all over.

Hongyu stepped forward, put her hands in her sleeves, and looked at her side: "Don't you be polite when you see Mrs. Dugu?" The soldiers were stunned and quickly knelt on the ground. Garo stopped them: "These soldiers are of merit, and they are not servants in the mansion, so how can they call and drink?"

As he said that, he raised his hand and let everyone get up, he walked straight to the stove, picked up the thick numb, trembled and raised a burst of ashes, and tied it to his waist neatly. "Madam Dugu..." A dark and fire-headed soldier in his forties stopped him: "This is very dirty here. What is the lady going to eat, just call me."

As he said that he wanted to take the knife from Gala's hand, Gala pushed it gently, and a potato instantly peeled off her hand. Only then did everyone realize that she had some real skills in her hand.

Seeing that she prepared fruits and vegetables neatly, she sliced ​​slices and pieces, put them in plates, shaved chickens and ducks, cut blood, a large spoon, and a pot of fragrant and spicy soup base were also boiled.

Looking at the other side, the hot wine was also out of the oven. Cut into pieces of shredded ginger and mix the fragrance of the whole room. A pot of ginger wine was burned directly into a dense bamboo basket sealed by cotton, leaving a pot of leftover for the fire-headed soldier. Hongyu was so greedy that she stared at the copper tripod.

Gala was busy and said without looking back: "Take it in for Mr. Sui first, I'll make a few side dishes." "Yes." Before he finished speaking, a dish of old vinegar and peanuts had already tasted good. Soon, the pepper and chicken skin, sour bamboo shoots, and sweet and sour garlic came out like a different method.

Not only were the fire-headed soldiers in the room watching, but even the ordinary soldiers outside looked into the hole's eyes, and it was good to smell it.

Hongyu untied her bib and shook it, folded the neatly cubes and placed it on the chopping board, and cleaned it in the basin, and smiled and said, "It's cold and there's nothing to eat. Everyone has worked hard with Mr. Sui. I haven't made any delicious food, so I left a pot of wine and a few cold dishes for everyone, and you can also relieve your fatigue."

"I dare not, I dare not." Everyone was stern. Garo didn't say much, and asked someone to bring a few bowls of vegetables into the tent, and then left. When she left, the leading fire-headed soldier slapped his head: "My mother! Mrs. Dugu is so messy!"

Everyone burst into laughter... After leaving the hot stove, they left the kitchen. A cool breeze whizzed, and snowflakes fell on her face and quickly melted water. The spicy and itchy pain in the frostbite. Garo raised his head and took a deep breath, and the cold air lingered in her abdominal cavity.

Not far from the camp, there were a lot of laughter and laughter coming from inside, and the voices of men and women were mixed. Galo slowly stopped and stood in the snow, allowing the snow to wet his shoes and socks. After only a while, she had already changed into a smile and continued walking forward. When the soldiers standing guard in front of the camp saw her, they bowed one after another: "Madam Dugu." and lifted the curtain.

The smell of wine, meat, and fruits in the house merged with the heating of the stove and rushed towards her, instantly wetting the snow between her hair. Hongyu was cooking, and when she saw her come back, she quickly got up and greeted her.

Mrs. Hongzheng smiled and turned her eyebrows to Yang Jian. Seeing that he and Su Weichang talked about this, she slowly put down the wooden chopsticks, stood up slowly, leaned over to Gala and saluted: "Madam Dugu." Yang Jian looked at her and waved to her: "Come here, sit down and eat together."

Mrs. Hongzheng smiled and said, "Yes! Sister, come and have a meal together." Garo seemed to be smiling, supported Hongyu and knelt down to Yang Jian's head. Gao Feng raised his head and fucked a glass of ginger wine and shouted: "Sister-in-law, you are too unhappy. Just a few pots are not enough to put my teeth in between!"

As he said that, he wanted to change to a big bowl of wine. Yang Jian and Su Wei stopped talking and looked at him. "Hey——" Garo smiled and said, "How can you be greedy for marching and fighting? When the Duke of Sui and everyone became famous, it would not be too late to prepare a few large jars of fine wines to invite you all."

"Successful and famous..." Su Wei was slightly drunk, his words flowed between his lips and teeth, and suddenly he clapped his hands and sighed: "Why don't Mr. Sui sing to enhance his spirit of wine!" Everyone started to cheer for a moment. Yang Jian raised his head and leaned on the warm mat, blurring his eyes, and light gently emerged from his deep eyes. "The soldiers set out to conquer... to conquer Jiuzhou..."

"I'm a song for Mr. Sui." Mrs. Hongzheng stood up and wanted to move, but she was stooping. Xiaokuan drew his sword and came out. The sound of the sword was slurping. As he walked, the sword light was cold and light, catering to Yang Jian's deep and thick male voice. Gala knelt down and smiled at the three of them.

Gao Yang stood up, his huge body covered the light of the candlelight. He raised his wine glass with a red face and a roaring loudly, "Brother, live and die together!" Xiaokuan, Su Wei stood up and raised his glass one by one. Gu Jinrumo's deep eyes patrolled their faces one by one, holding the clinking glasses, and said firmly: "Life and die together!" Su Wei: "Life and die together!"

Xiaokuan: "Life and die together!" The yellow wine was spilled out, and the sound of the glass hitting the wine glass was crisp and pleasant. The four of them swallowed it with their heads raised, and their eyes were grinning and laughing. The thick voice of a man, which was particularly a man, kept coming from their chests, hitting everyone's hearts. At this moment, success or fame may not matter...

The pot of copper cauldron was filled with blood and cheerfulness. Gala sent Su Wei and the other two out of the tent. The moonlight outside the tent was bright and the snow was fluttering. She turned around and saw Mrs. Hongzheng leaning in Yang Jian's arms, not knowing what she said. Yang Jian said, "You go back first... and then talk."

After Gala entered the tent, Mrs. Hongzheng slowly stood up and watched Yang Jian fall drunk on Hu's bed. "I'm sorry, Madam." Mrs. Hongzheng whimpered, holding her lower abdomen and walking out with her maid. Gala waited for her to leave, and then turned to Hongyu and said, "You go out too."

"Yes, madam." Hongyu retreated silently with her sleeves. Yang Jian was still closing his eyes on Hu's bed, not knowing whether he had fallen asleep or not. Galo put a basin of hot water and twisted a wet cloth to cover his eyes. The heat smoked his sore eyes. Yang Jian sighed comfortably, holding her little hand with his big palm back. "So many years..."

Yang Jian paused, with a bitter corner of his mouth: "You, you're suffering." Gala smiled slightly, rubbed his arm with his other free hand, and whispered: "Not bitter." The two of them were tightly entangled with their hands, Gala was pillowing on it, listening to Yang Jian's heartbeats one after another. "Gala, what do you want." He wanted to compensate her.

She listened to the same sentence twice. After a long time of waiting for her response, Yang Jian lifted the wet cloth and opened his eyes to look at her: "Hmm?"

The flying goose feathers and heavy snow covered the earth with layers of thick quilts. The cold air was invading people outside the house, and the fire was warm inside. Yang Jian had a single pillow, knees and arm, staring at the off-white tent on his head: "Gala, what do you want?"

After waiting for a long time, he still didn't hear the response. He looked up and saw that his wife, who was pillowing on his chest, had already fallen asleep. Her brows were slightly frowning, and her eyelashes seemed to be trembling in the rain. It seemed that she had encountered difficulties in her dreams. She was so coquettish at any time than usual.

Yang Jian inadvertently raised the corner of his mouth and stroked her fluffy hair. A few strands of black hair fell down, covering her eyelids. He raised his hand to tie the hair behind his ears, with a few strands of dazzling silver hair mixed in the black hair behind his ears. His movements were paused. "Mr. Sui."

Hongyu lifted the curtain and raised her sleeves to bow to him. Yang Jian looked up. "Madam Yuchi asked you to go back." Hongyu knelt down and said. A gust of wind walked past her and rolled up the exquisite sack embroidered on her waist. Hongyu quietly looked up and saw that Sui Gong had walked out of the curtain. She was about to get up when she suddenly saw the other party turn around and stare at her.
Chapter completed!