Galo took the scissors and smiled stiffly at her: "It may hurt a little." Jiang Ying closed her eyes. Qi Han took the new cloth and stuffed it into her mouth. Galo nodded at her and cut it open. There was no blood left, only some turbid liquid flowing out.

"Jiang Ying, push it down!" Galo pressed the child hard. "Woo..." Jiang Ying raised her head and gritted her teeth, and the blue veins on her forehead burst out. A flash of lightning outside the tent flashed the entire rain curtain. A rumbling thunder slashed down. The heavy rain fell suddenly. The strong wind mixed with the rain, knocking away a corner of the tent, and rain poured in. The child was born.

He was covered in blood and his purple body, but he curled up like a kitten in Gala's small hand and cried in a low voice. Jiang Ying looked at the child. Gala held it for her and came back to sew it with a red-burned needle. "Sister." Jiang Ying smiled at her, looked at Qi Han, and asked her to send the child back to Gala's arms: "This is your child."

It's a son. "Jiang Ying, this is your son, I don't want it." Galo wrapped the child and touched Jiang Ying's hair: "The Sui Guild avenges you, and he will love you, mother and son in the future." Jiang Ying's eyes gradually ignited. It is a very painful thing to accept his fate, but she doesn't want to destroy other people's happiness to fulfill herself.

This is not her era, it belongs to Jiang Ying and her son. The rain is dense and dangerous, the mountains are loose, and there is a landslide. After Jiang Ying gave birth for a while, the troops had to drive away and return to Xiliang. Gala arranged a soft and warm carriage for Jiang Ying.

Jiang Ying lay in, holding the child and refused to let go: "Sister, come in too." Gala looked ahead, Yang Jian stepped on his boots and drove his horse, leading the cavalry to open the way forward. Li Delin and Gao Yang were seriously injured in the carriage behind, and they needed even more time.

Gala responded and followed her into the carriage. Qi Han painted a fan and then put down the straw mat. "Go back to the camp!" A sound of driving across the sky roared in the mountains and forests. The carriage ran quickly on the plain road, but in a short while it arrived at the mountain road. Gala closed his legs and curled up in a corner, leaned against the edge of the carriage, looking tiredly at the shadows of the mountains that were moving away.

There was a burning stove in the carriage, which was very warm. The sound of Qi Han teasing the child constantly came, and the painting fan was watching, with a slight envy and jealousy in her eyes. Jiang Ying showed a satisfied smile on her lips. She took off the jade pendant on her body and gently tied it to the child's little hand. This was given to her by Yang Jian.

The child's white and transparent little hands grabbed the string without any wriggling, cutely wriggling with his pink tongue. "Sister." Galo raised his head in his knees and looked at her. Jiang Ying's face was snow-white as never before. "Sister, I hated you before."

She smiled and said, "Because you are so happy with Mr. Sui." Gala was silent. Jiang Ying took a deep breath: "In the spring of that year, I met him on the city tower. I was thinking in my heart how great it would be if I could marry such a hero!" She asked with a smile, "Sister, are you right?" "Yes." Gala lowered his head and pinched the horns of her quilt.

"Later one day my father told me that he wanted to give me to Mr. Sui, but Mr. Sui already had a wife." Even so, she was ecstatic. How could she possess all of him for such a man? "It was only when I saw my sister that I realized that I was wrong."

Jiang Ying exhaled a heavy breath: "Sui Gong has changed. When I returned to Suizhou, I could always feel that his eyes were cold, cold, and sometimes even strangers... just like today." How great would it be if Ajian remained unchanged? She had already given birth to a son.

"Blood!" "So much blood!" Qi Han hugged the child and screamed. The painting fan hurriedly knelt down. Under the thick quilt, a large amount of blood penetrated out, like a rushing river that instantly stained all places. Jiang Ying grabbed Gala's hand and touched the child's face: "Sister, this child is for you."

She cried a little hard: "If Mr. Sui became the emperor, you let him be the prince." Garo touched the corner of her cold mouth, and the warm and warm body of a child in her arms. "Madam!" Qi Han rushed towards Jiang Ying. The baby seemed to know his mother's death, flattened his mouth and cried in a low voice.

When he returned to Hongnong at night, the housekeeper of the mansion had been waiting outside the door. Under the steps, a young maid was holding a lamp and knelt on both sides. The cold evening breeze made their clothes rustle. Yang Jian came here, stepped onto the horse and looked down at her: "There are many common affairs in the military camp, so I'll take the lead." Garo shouted to him: "Don't you look at the children?"

Qi Han stood behind her with a cradle in her arms, trying to move forward. Yang Jian had already raised his whip: "You are teaching me." "Harry—" The horse's hooves were ashes and galloped far away. A group of personal soldiers followed her with spears, but in a short while, there was no sign of people.

Gao Yang was seriously injured. Although Li Delin was slightly injured, he also had a fracture. After two helpers were missing, he naturally all accumulated on his head. Gala stood in the cold wind for a while, and turned back to the house until his cheeks were blown to hurt. The maids holding the lamp followed her one after another, each divided into two shifts, and walked straight to Bixiayuan.

The door was already open, and everyone who was waiting for Bixia Courtyard was kneeling to welcome him. The lights in Bixia Courtyard were brightly lit, and folded doors on all sides were opened one after another. Gala's skirt brushed past the plum branches, and there was a faint fragrance floating. He stepped across the threshold and walked to the main seat and knelt down, leaned on his back and looked at the people entering one after another.

The maid, servant, and maid knelt neatly under the hall, and the housekeeper presented the list. "Where is the wet nurse?" "I am." A woman in her thirties came forward in panic. She was wearing a bun on her hair, her face was like a silver plate, and her figure was plump. She lowered her eyebrows and eyes from time to time, and then turned to look at her. "What's the name?" "I am the maid's family's surname is Hou."

Hou Jialuo looked at Qi Han: "Is it reliable?" Qi Han whispered in her ear: "It was the person selected by Mrs. Jiang's mother uncle, which is extremely reliable." Jialuo brought the child to him and rushed forward: "Since Mrs. Jiang personally selected it, I will hand over the child to you. You must treat him well in the future!"

"Yes." Hou hurriedly took the child and bowed to her. When he got up, the child narrowed his eyes and arched on her chest. Hou smiled and said, "Young prince is going to have breastfeeding." The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and Qi Han looked at Gala in fear.

However, the other party didn't even raise his eyes, looked at the list on his knees as usual, and raised his head for a long time: "Get off." "Yes." Hou slowly retreated with the child in his arms. Garo tilted his body, handed all the pressure on his waist to the cushion behind him, and looked down at his lower position: "Who was the personal maid who used to serve Mrs. Liu?"

Three or four maids were tied up in one after another, and knelt on the ground with trembling trembling. "Raise your head." Several maids stepped forward and pressed them up and raised their heads. They were all familiar faces, and the faces that were overwhelming the past were now trembling with tears.

Gala looked through the roster and asked, "Did Mrs. Liu bring it before, or will it be given to her later?" The housekeeper said, "It is all distributed to her later," "Did you carefully examine it?" Gala looked at him: "Mrs. Liu's crimes can be punished! Are these people her accomplices?"

Her voice seemed to be a sound from her throat when she closed her mouth, with a slightly cool and thin intent, with the strength and majesty of the superior, and as if the power emitted from her bones, it was inserted into the gaps in the bones with a tough heart.

The housekeeper crawled his forehead lowered: "Hui, Madam, these ancestors have been slaves in the mansion for generations, so they should not conspire with Liu, and Liu's conspiracy should not be told to them." Gala smiled slightly, stood up, and Qi Han hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "In this way, we will first go to the horse circle to serve and send people to take care of them every day."

"Yes." The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief. Garo took a few steps to lift the curtain, and suddenly turned around and looked at one of the maids with a wide forehead. Huafan looked along her eyes and remembered her. The maid who stood behind Liu in Bixiayuan that day. "This woman died of a stick."

The curtain was already under, and the winter wind blew in, and a cold feeling was confused in the hall in the night. The painting fan looked deeply at her figure leaving. Think about it, how many more seasons will you be brilliant? A sentence suddenly entered her mind. It seemed that she had seen through her ending long ago. Jiang Ying's funeral.

White trunks were hung on Bitong Courtyard, and a man holding a robe sleeve on the tiled wall summoning his soul towards the sunset in the distance. The soul returned - Hongnong at the sunset was quiet in a quiet color. There was no sadness of the passing, only a little numbness left. There was a coffin in the huge hall, with a white word lingering around the entire space.

Three days passed. Galo stepped in, followed by her wet nurse holding the child, Qi Han and the painting fan. She knelt down and burned a stack of paper money. She was crying around her, and even the baby in the cradle wriggled her lips, crying in a low voice. "Go out." Galo said.

"Yes." Everyone retreated one after another. She was the only one left in the hall, guarding in front of the mourning hall. The wind blew white trunks, and the burning dark paper flew around in the air. Yang Jian walked in, and his wide back blocked her light. "Didn't you all ask you to retreat?" She asked directly without raising her head. "It's me."

Yang Jian sat beside her. He hadn't seen him for a few days. He seemed a little tired, but he was full of ambitions. "Gao Feng's injury?" Galo asked. "It's not harmful to his life, but now it has subsided. Li Delin just had a fracture, so he can rest for a few days." "Where did you think Jiang Ying would go?"

Yang Jian snorted coldly: "The dead should go where she should go." "What about us?" He was silent, looked at her, and said for a long time: "We? We are different." Establishing the Great Sui Dynasty was a responsibility and opportunity given to Yang Jian by God. He must re-overthrow the rule of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and establish his Great Sui Dynasty!

"Do you still have to continue your previous life?" Gala asked, his eyes exhausted and overwhelmed. Yang Jian was silent for a while: "What do you want to say?" "Does Your Majesty want to kill Su Wei again?" Gala asked.
Chapter completed!