Gala turned sideways for a while, and his eyes felt a little wet, not sure why. "Sister..." "Look, I'm going to make you laugh." She pursed her dry coughing lips and laughed hoarsely, "You are lucky, how can you say these stupid words?" "Sister, sister." Mrs. Hongzheng stood up.

"Go." Gala said: "Go back to the house to rest. I have someone cooked soup and sent it to your house later." Mrs. Hongzheng didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly called Hongyu to leave together. Gala knelt in the corner, looking at the bright winter scene outside, birds chirping and rushing out of Chongtian. At this moment, loneliness grew wildly behind her.

"Madam, Madam..." Changsun called her several times before Gala came back to her senses, and her eyes focused on her face: "What's the matter?" Changsun handed over: "This is the medicine list prescribed by Mr. Tu." Gala glanced at it. The pears, wolfberry, dried chrysanthemums, etc. were all for clearing heat and detoxifying. She handed over: "You can give it to Mrs. Yuchi after you have sex."

Changsun lowered his eyebrows: "Yes." She had just walked a few steps, and Gala called her: "No need. Ask someone to give the medicine list to Hongyu and ask Hongyu to boil it." The medicine soup was not collected, and it was the old rule in the palace. Changsun frowned slightly and slowly retreated. The snow had stopped for more than ten days, and the winter snow accumulated in the courtyard was finally cleaned up.

Gala ordered people to pick the plum blossoms and dry them to make a fragrant pillow. The plum blossoms dragged the branches and leaves, and the sun was baked warmly, but in one afternoon it became dry like dead leaves. Gala sat on the straw mat, swaying on the tip of his nose and smelled it. When he felt it was appropriate, he threw it into the cloth bag next to him.

"Madam, what is the effect of this plum blossom pillow?" asked a young maid. Galo scooped the dried plum blossom petals into the pot with a teaspoon, and added a few taels of medicinal materials from Cui Hongdu to brew them together. The soup made from the snow that had not fallen to the ground was splattered and rippled.

The maids were looking at the dry plum blossoms together in bibs, and after a while, they stretched their petals and turned them back on you. "Wow..." The little maid exclaimed repeatedly: "Madam, you are so awesome!" Garo smiled proudly, and when the petals were all unfolded, he poured a few cups for everyone.

The dull fragrance of plum blossoms is mixed with the fresh fragrance of medicine, which seems to gradually spread from the lungs to the stomach to the heart. Everyone is amazed. Garo holds tea soup and the corners of his mouth curls. This is the most fashionable tea soup in the royal family of Daqi later.

Eliminate dry and difficult-to-swallow tea soup and be kind to the eye. The noble ladies in the royal family often use this to make tea, but the tea cup is more refined. So every twelfth lunar month, it is the most lively. "Oh! It's snowing again!" Some little maid shouted.

Gala raised his head and a small snowflake fell between her nose and melted into snow water. "Hurry, harvest the plum blossoms quickly." She directed everyone. In a short while, she put all the plum blossoms full of straw mats into the cloth bag, and waited for a rush to run back to the eaves. The heavy snow fell silently to the branches.

Gala looked at the maid beside her, one of them was covered with snow. "Come here, I'll wipe it for you." Gala took out his handkerchief, and when he wiped it clean, he took away the handkerchief, and everyone burst into laughter. He looked at the full moon-like face, one red and one black, the dark black on his eyebrows were painted across his forehead, and two lines of rouge hung on his face like blood.

Gala couldn't help it for a moment and burst out laughing. The round-faced maid hurriedly took out the small bronze mirror from the corner of her clothes, took a look, and screamed. Everyone laughed again and rubbed their stomachs. "Let's eat the cauldron tonight and have some wine." Gala suddenly felt appetite. The maid next to her happily retreated to prepare.

Late at night, there was a doorman pounding sound in the middle of the night. Gala was woken up and was so dizzy after drinking. The knock outside the door was about to be heavy. Doudong dong... The sound became louder and louder, as if playing a war drum. Suddenly, I remembered something, Gala quickly put on his clothes and stood up. "But is something happening to Mrs. Yuchi?"

Gala drew her clogs and went down to the courtyard. The clogs penetrated into the snow and penetrated her pantyhose. "Madam, it's Mr. Sui, it's Mr. Sui back." The maid replied, and the oil lamp palm approached, and there was Yang Jian's figure in front of her. Gala didn't hear it clearly, rubbed her eyes step by step, and walked in step by step with her outer robe.

"You?" A black shadow came over, and the oil lamp fell into the snow with a muffled sound. "Gala..." There was a familiar breathing sound in his ears. Yang Jian tightly wrapped her thin body in his arms: "Gala, I'm back for my husband."

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Gala's hand froze, paused for a while, slowly passed through his chest and hugged his waist. She leaned her head against his cold armor, not daring to say more or do more, for fear of disturbing the beautiful dream at this moment. Yang Jian picked her up in the waist.

"Ah...Ah Jian?" She exclaimed, and it seemed particularly loud in the quiet snow. A maid stood in the distance with an oil lamp on her back and quickly turned around to avoid it. Yang Jian was amused by her careful appearance. The laughter came from his deep heart like the sea, and it was as magnificent as the mountains, which made her eardrums thrill.

"Call me like this later." He licked Gala's breasts. Gala suddenly turned red from her head to her feet like a cooked shrimp, and couldn't help but bury it in his arms. She couldn't let it go on the bed. Even if the two of them were together for several times, she was panting and humming under him like a kitten.

Yang Jian has never shared such a beautiful scenery with her. However, the satisfaction she received in her every time was incomparable to others. Yang Jian hugged her and walked up the stone steps. Changsun was waiting there, and bowed to the two of them sideways: "Duke Sui, should Mrs. Dugu prepare a bath?"

Before he finished speaking, a strand of black hair fell from his ears blew by in the wind, and the door behind her closed with a bang. Changsun slowly stood up, and his expression was not visible on his side. A wild cat jumped off the wall of tiles, scraping the leaves and pressing down layers of white snow.

After the pleasure, Gala was hugged by Yang Jian, and the two of them gasped slowly. She closed her eyes and stroked every inch of his muscles. Every inch was passionate and brave, and she was familiar with her. She just touched a scar under her waist and abdomen, and her hands were wet, and the smell of rust was placed on the tip of her nose.

"Ajian!" Gala suddenly sat up and stared at the bottom in the dark with a question: "You, are you injured?" Wuyue tonight, there was no light in the room, and he couldn't see his five fingers. However, Yang Jian could accurately grasp her hand, kiss her red lips, and hummed: "Don't panic, it's just that he suffered a little injury and has been bandaged so smart."

"But blood?" A cold light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, as cold as a silver knife: "I accidentally got ambushed. Don't worry, this is the blood that oozed when I rode a horse today. It had already scarred when I came back." From the start of the war to the present, it has only been more than half a month. How can I be so good? She broke free from his restraints and lit up the oil lamp.

The dim and yellow light gradually ignited in the night, and Gala walked over while protecting the wick. "Why aren't you wearing a robe? Careful cold legs are offended again." Yang Jian quickly wrapped her tightly with his cloak. Cold legs? A trace of suspicion flashed in Gala's eyes, and then sat down and touched his right leg: "I don't have cold legs."

Her right foot was slightly injured, but she is still very young, so she is not afraid of dampness and coldness. But later she got cold legs. Yang Jian coughed softly: "I asked the doctor, if you continue like this, you will soon have cold symptoms." "Is that right?" Galo shook his head, feeling that Yang Jian today is a little different from the past.

She put down the lamp and lifted up the single clothes on his body. She only saw that the bandage between her waist and abdomen had blood oozed out, red and dark, as if old and new, she couldn't help but think of Yan Hao, who was the two of them just now, and her face turned red. At this moment, there was the light, and the subtle expressions on her face easily fell into his eyes.

Yang Jian stopped her waist and held her white breasts with his tongue: "Galao, look, I have added new injuries to you for my husband." Gala glared at her eyes, without any power. At this moment, her face looked like a flower, and that glance scratched his heart like a cat's claw. "Galao..." Yang Jian bullied him again.

Gala glanced at her quickly: "Do you want to call a doctor?" "No." The two of them kept silent tacitly. Gala concentrated on unbuttoning the buckle on his wound belt.

As the layers of bandages were untied, the blood on the abdomen became darker and darker, and it was untied three layers and almost approaching the flesh. The wound belt was already mixed with the newly born flesh from the wound. Gala looked up at him. Yang Jian grabbed her cold little hand: "Unlock it."

The process of tearing it apart was tragic, and a stream of blood gushed out. Gala held his breath, gritted his teeth and gently pulled it open. It seemed that he could hear the sound of flesh and wounds separation. He looked up and saw Yang Jian's eyes closed tightly, his face was already bloody.

Galo quickly poured a basin of warm water, wiped off the blood, wiped the blood and then flowed down, and used four or five basins of blood from the wound to wipe it clean. "Is there any ointment?" He held her hand and asked with a low hum. "There is a hemostatic powder." She quickly got up and walked to the hall to pull out a small trunk to take out a white medicine bottle.

When she came back, Yang Jian had already tilted on the pillow, opened his chest, and his hair fell on his chest. Galo was a little stunned. It was not until Yang Jian opened his eyes that she stepped forward and knelt in front of him. "It hurts a little." She said, "The pain was not stopped." "Well, come on." Yang Jian stroked her soft hair.

The white medicine powder was sprinkled on the wound, and the skin on the wound suddenly tightened for a while. Galo stopped and looked at him. "It's okay, sprinkle it." He still curled her emanation like he closed his eyes, looking indifferent.

Only then did Gala lower his head and sprinkle the medicine powder again. Until the wound was covered, she breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did she realize that her forehead and quilt were covered with sweat in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month. "Thank you, Madam." Yang Jian rarely became serious.
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