Yang Jian looked at her for a while and nodded, turned his head and asked Gala again: "Madam, do you have something to explain?" Gala smiled at the three of them and said: "When everyone is successful and returns, I will burn ginger wine to hold a celebration banquet in Suizhou!" Her rare voice was loud. Yang Jian had already lifted his cloak and came out of the tent.

In front of the tent, there were cavalry leading white war horses and waiting outside. Yang Jian kicked his feet on the horse, and the white horses were raising their hooves and neighing. Su Wei, Gao Jin and Xiao Kuan also boarded the horses one after another. "Go on the battle!" "Go on the battle! Go on the battle! Go on the battle!" The tsunami-like sound of the heroic sounded loudly.

With the neat marching and stepping, I don’t know who sang loudly: The soldiers set out to conquer the nine provinces... Xiao... Xiao... Xiao... I am not afraid of the wind and cold... I have a robe with me...

Mrs. Hongzheng stroked her chest and ran out of the tent. The pear blossoms were covered with rain and tears were hazy. She followed the army for a hundred meters away and shouted: "Ajian..." "Ajian, you must take care of yourself!" Mrs. Hongzheng shouted.

Yang Jian rode on the horse, straightened his body and let the cold wind roll up his robe, and the sound of horse hooves pedaled. Garo put his hands in his sleeves and bent down out of the tent, his weak body stood in the cold wind, allowing the snow to fill her sleeves. She looked ahead with her long and profound eyes. She believed that the era that belonged to Yang Jian had begun.

"Madam." A deputy general stepped forward and bowed: "It is the Duke of Sui who stayed to protect the three wives to Suizhou." Behind him was a young girl. Gala looked at him and saw that the girl was pretty and had a light face. A red rouge was lit on her eyebrows and eyes, and she looked familiar.

"You?" "I'm a villain Changsun greeted Mrs. Dugu." Changsun raised his eyes and bowed high and bowed. Changsun, Jialuo knew it in his heart, helped her get up: "Get up." Seeing Mrs. Hongzheng coming, Changsun bowed slightly and nodded: "Madam Yuchi."

Mrs. Hongzheng raised her eyes, glanced back and forth, and snorted coldly: "Foxes charming prostitutes." Now she was too lazy to pretend to be kind. Changsun's face turned pale and stood in the cold wind, silent for a long time. "Let's go." Garo looked at the two of them lightly.

The deputy general took a step back and led the way sideways: "Madam Dugu, Mrs. Sui has prepared several carriages and has already equipped the luggage, but..." He looked at the three people hesitantly and stammered: "There are only two left, I wonder what arrangements the three wives have?"

It's okay for each person to ride one, but now there are only two left. Mrs. Hongzheng hurried forward and stroked her bulging belly: "Mrs. Dugu, I'm pregnant, I'm not suitable to ride with others. Moreover, there are four maids beside me who serve me, I'm afraid that one car can't squeeze out the others." As she said that, she glanced at her as if nothing had happened.

Gala asked the deputy general: "There are four carriages, and I only have one luggage and one maid, and I don't need to occupy a place. What do the remaining two cars have in boxes of large and small?" The deputy general looked at Mrs. Hongzheng with his eyebrows drooping, not daring to speak. Gala asked Changsun again: "But you have a lot of luggage?"

Changsun lowered his head and replied softly: "No, the little concubine only has a small box given by his parents, and there is no maid." Garo smiled and said to Mrs. Hongzheng: "This is what Sister Jiang belongs to. But now Sister Jiang is pregnant and only takes up three carriages per person, which is not what the Sui Gong saw, but it still needs to be simplified."

"This..." Mrs. Hongzheng looked around, and Yang Jian was not here. She felt very angry. Just as she was unable to vent her anger, Xiang Changsun suddenly became furious: "Bitch, you are just a crime, why dare to ride a carriage with me and my wife!"

As he said this, he complained to Gala: "Changsun is vicious and hurts Sui Duke before the war. It is really unforgivable for his crimes! I hope my sister will deal with it!" After that, he glared at Changsun: "Don't kneel down quickly and wait for Mrs. Dugu to punish him!" Changsun's face was pale and crawled on the ground, still not saying a word, and did not defend himself.

Gala lamented in her heart that for two lifetimes, she was inseparable from the fight between women. She was bored, but her face was not revealed, and her lips were tightly closed and became more and more unfathomable. Hongyu stepped forward and whispered in Gala's ear: "Madam, Changsun has always hurt Mr. Sui, and this matter must be punished."

Gala's eyes suddenly opened, and her figure reflected from her clear pupils. Hongyu was shocked and had already expressed regret. She smiled and said, "I will punish Changsun for serving my maids during this period." "Madam Thank you." Changsun knelt down and thanked him. "So you can ride with me."

Mrs. Hongzheng was overjoyed and felt relieved. When she was about to say a few words of joy, she heard Gala say to Hongyu: "Mrs. Yuchi is now pregnant, and you used to serve her. Then you can go back during this period. I can have Changsun's family here."

In an understatement, she was holding her army at the back, and Mrs. Hongzheng's smile suddenly stiffened on her face. Hongyu was even more frightened. Gala and Changsun got into a car. The deputy general waited for everyone to be safe and took out a short dagger from his sleeve. "Madam Dugu, this is the subordinates of the Sui Gong ordered you to be handed over."

The dagger was wrapped in cowhide and pulled it out with force. The knife light flashed coldly. After looking closely, the two ancient characters were engraved on the blade. Baipi... was carried by Yang Jian. Gala naturally recognized it. Later, the dagger was passed to Chong'er. "Mr. Sui also said that he would take care of himself."

"I know." The dagger shouted, and the carriage slowly advanced. Galo lifted the gray-black curtain and looked back. The snow was covered with thousands of mountains and rivers, and there were still a group of people guarding the barren and vast land. From a distance, smoke from cooking fires rose up, spreading across this barren and vast land.

Gala stretched out her little hand, and snowflakes flew into her palm, and soon melted into a piece of ice water. Gala could not have imagined that a strange life was quietly starting to her. History records: In the fifteenth year of Emperor Feng, Emperor Tai/Zu Gao fought against Gao Huan in Yecheng... Later, he gave birth to the eldest son in Suizhou.

The carriage drove into the low city walls of Suizhou and walked straight towards the old house in Gu in the north of the city. Gala stood in the middle of the street wearing a gray-black hemp skirt.

Although it is called the street, there are only two carriages driving together. The yellow land can raise layers of dust when it is raised and walked. The houses and chases on both sides of the street are also built with loess piles. The yellowish color of the same color brings an inexplicable sense of intimacy to her.

She looked around happily, walked forward slowly, and stroked her hands on the thick earthen wall to feel the rural atmosphere in her memory. She walked to the wooden door of the old house, opened the fastened fence and walked in. What caught her eye were the old wells and three neatly tiled houses in the east and west.

Mrs. Hongzheng frowned and slapped the dust on her body with disgust, asking impatiently: "Sister, why don't we go directly to the Suizhou County Government, it's messy and dirty!" Garo looked up at her and said, "I have to go back to my hometown first to take a look."

The yard was dilapidated, with fallen leaves all over the ground, only the loquat trees planted in front of the door were larger than when she left home. Gala seemed to see her former self constantly busy in the yard, and her memory was so clear, as if she was still yesterday.

She pushed the wooden door of the main house and walked in. The house was very empty, and the family and the family were all here to eat, drink, live and travel. On the far left was the stove, and matches were neatly placed beside the smoked gray-black wall. When she opened the water tank, the inside was almost dry, leaving only a layer of turbid water stains at the bottom of the tank.

Looking at the middle of the house, there was a cauldron under the thick rope, and the dark cow dung was underneath. On winter nights, the family gathered around to cook tea and ate tea, letting the torch roast the cold bodies warm and discuss their respective topics to drive away the fatigue of the day.

I didn't stay in the old house for too long. Mrs. Hongzheng had a rash on her body and could not take medicine, so she could only go to the county government to wash. Gala had to ask someone to stay and clean the old house. The county government was in the east of the city, and it took half an hour to arrive. It was late at night and no one was alarmed.

Mrs. Hongzheng had rashes on her body and her temper became very impatient. She beat and scolded her every word. The maid who served her was trembling as if she was walking on thin ice. She had to send someone to invite urgent doctors from the county overnight.

Gala asked someone to help Mrs. Hongzheng go in and wash. He left him next to the desk outside. He carefully sniffed the ointment under the oil lamp and said to the emergency doctor: "Can this ointment be harmful to the fetus?" The emergency doctor was an old man in his sixties, named Tu, and was called Tu Ji. Because of his fat body, he was nicknamed Tu Papaya, and he was the doctor with the most Mingwang in the county.

Tu Ji, wearing a blue-brown coarse cloth clothes, stroked his long beards and said respectfully: "This ointment is passed down by the ancestors of the grass people. The herbs taken from the mountains are definitely harmless and have a moisturizing effect on the skin." Garo waved his hand while smelling it. The deputy general immediately took a knife forward, and three or two soldiers rushed in outside the door, all of whom were evil spirits, holding spears.

"This, what does this mean by Madam?" Tu Ji stood up and pointed at the soldier and asked in surprise. The medicine boy behind him was already scared and he was so scared that he urinated. "No problem." Garo smiled and said, "It's just that Mrs. Yuchi is pregnant now and needs to leave you to rest in the humble house for a few days.

If this plaster is beneficial and not harmful to the fetus, the little woman will naturally give you two golds with her hands and ask someone to send you home in person." "This medicine must be beneficial and not harmful!" Tu Jiong's fat face turned red and he was anxious and anxious: "If it damages the fetus, Tu Jiong is willing to defeat his family's life!"

"Oh?" Gala then handed over the ointment and said, "Go and send it to Mrs. Yuchi. Ask her maid to clean the water next to the bathtub and carefully take care of Mrs. Yuchi's slide."

Changsun took it, bowed back and quietly retreated. Then Gala raised his hand and asked the soldiers to retreat, personally served tea for Tuji and said with a smile: "I hope sir, don't blame the little woman for doing this too much. But Duke Sui has only got a son until now. If it is damaged, don't refuse the little woman's death, so he uses brute force to test it. If there is any inappropriateness, I hope to understand it."

Tu Ji's heart was like a fire burning, and then poured a bucket of cold water to cool down. Within a few minutes of action, he carefully looked at the woman sitting on the table. She sat dignified and had a quiet face. Although she was not as beautiful as peaches and plums, she was neither humble nor arrogant in every move. A sense of respect arose in her heart, and she hurriedly bowed and took the tea: "I dare not, I dare not. What the lady said is very."
Chapter completed!