"The harem cannot interfere in politics." Yang Jian lowered his face and turned around. The mourning hall was simple, with only the two people's backs falling very long under the sunset. "After Your Majesty's death, I can't interfere in politics, and I will interfere in politics." Garo smiled bitterly. Guanger was young and the court was unstable. How could their orphans and widows stand in the world?

"Gala!" Yang Jian looked at her angrily: "Su Wei will die. His military achievements are outstanding and the people are always in the hearts of the people. Guang'er is not enough to control the ministers at a young age. I pave the way for Guang'er, and the country will be passed down from generation to generation to kill Su Wei!" "What about Li Mu?" After Su Wei's death, he had already had all his murderous intentions! Yang Jian smiled and asked, "Do you want Guang'er to die in troubled times?"

He killed all the meritorious officials and paved the way for the next generation of emperors. "Does human hearts have to be built on the bones of meritorious officials?" Garo looked at him: "Su Wei, Li Mu and my wife are brothers and sisters, and Yu Gong is a minister of the humerus. Why can't Your Majesty cut off their troops and take over their ranks and let them maintain their old age?"

Why do we have to deal with things so extreme? "Women's kindness!" "Su Wei and Li Mu have never had the desire to make profits." "Gala!" The deep white trunk rose in the wind, and the dark paper half rolled up in the air to separate the two of them. All ambitions and dormancy were revealed at this moment. "Gala, we will start in a few days."

He stood up, sprinkled a little incense into the cauldron, and a faint sandalwood filled the mourning hall. "Where are you going?" "Chang'an!" He looked at the sunset quietly, with a magnificent look in his eyes: "The era of Northern Zhou should end." Garo looked up at him, and the halo of the sunset put a layer of gold edge on his background: "But I'm tired."

She let out a long sigh, lowered her head, and her eyes revealed an extreme fatigue, as if she had just woken up from a tired dream.

Gala looked at Jiang Ying's tablet: "Madam Jiang wants me to raise his child. If His Majesty ascends the throne one day, then his son will be the eldest son. I no longer need another prince to consolidate his glory." Yang Jian frowned when he heard this: "I have seen that child, and I heard from the military doctor that he is not in good health."

He rejected the proposal with one sentence. Yu Jiangying had no feelings. This child was completely unfamiliar to him. "After conquering Chang'an, I will find Sun Simiao and we will have another child." He said seriously. Gala smiled bitterly, lowered his head and his mouth was so bitter. The child is a child again.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid I won't have the blessing to have children in this life." "Galao." Yang Jian held her hand: "Let's try again, it's OK. You have to believe me." Gala sat on the ground, the dark paper rolled in the stove and burned red, and the people's eyes were red as hot as roasted meat.

"Ajian, why don't you let yourself live a little easier in your life?" Garo raised his head and asked him. Yang Jian rubbed her side face sadly. "Gala, don't you understand?" He asked, "I am stupid." Garo smiled and said, "Your Majesty will have other beauties, which are much better than me."

Yang Jian shook his head: "But I have only one Gala." "Your Majesty!" Gala knelt down: "Please don't abandon me." Yang Jian's smile gradually disappeared, and his two fingers clamped her face: "Discussion!" The cold lips spit out two words, making her whole body tingling.

Yang Jian slowly let go of her, and Gala lay on the ground. Even though she had known the result, she still wanted to fight for herself. Yang Jian would not let her go. Gala suddenly stood up: "Your Majesty!" He stopped and looked back at her. She gritted her teeth and looked stubbornly: "I am willing to give birth to the prince for Your Majesty!"

With the sunshine on his back, he seemed to be about to blend into the magnificent sunset, but he couldn't see his face clearly at the moment, and he felt so blurred. Garo continued: "I just asked Your Majesty not to have any other descendants before I gave birth to the crown prince!"

"Gala." "I would like to ask Your Majesty to fulfill my wish. I can only retreat here. If Your Majesty cannot agree, please let me leave." Gala said solemnly. "Okay." The black shadow in front of the door left, and the colorful clouds in the sky turned into different shapes. The setting sun set on the mountain, and the afterglow gradually dissipated, leaving only a little light.

Gala stood for a long time until Huafan was waiting for others. "Madam." Everyone leaned over and looked up at her. She wandered on their faces for a long time in distractedness, came back to her senses, and pointed to the mourning hall: "Clean up." "Yes." "Madam." Huafan called her: "Who should I raise the little boy?" Qi Han raised his head and stared at her warmly.

Gala stood up and said, "First hand it over to the wet nurse, and ask her to take care of it carefully, and then talk about everything else." She never knew the meaning of drawing a fan. This child took the lead, and occupied a long word and was separated by 100,800 miles between the word "long". The only thing that could compete with was the legitimate. Can she give birth to a child? Who can tell her the answer?

The next morning, Gala and Yang Jian were having rice together in the flower hall. Yang Jian picked up a piece of fish and sent it to her bowl. "You are not in good health," he said, "After breakfast, I will ask someone to stew eggs with Polygonum multiflorum for you to eat." "It's too bitter." Gala ate a piece of fish. "The medicine is bitter." Yang Jian said, "How effective is it if it's not bitter?"

As he said that, he said to the butler beside him: "Please pay attention to the wife's diet in the future. If I am not here, you will supervise the wife to eat it, and stew the ginseng soup and red dates to stew it." He hugged her at night and hugged her all the way to the bone. "Yes." The butler responded repeatedly, and couldn't help but look at Gala more, knowing who would be the master of this mansion in the future.

"In a few days, Mr. Sun will be in better health. I want to prepare a celebration banquet to reward you." Yang Jian glanced at her: "You can do it." He put down his chopsticks and stood up. The maid who led the Huafan came in one after another. Huafan knelt in front of him, tied a sword.

Yang Jian leaned over to look at her. A gorgeous red velvet flower was tied to the delicate temples of the comb. There were tassels hanging down from the green pine hair. Faced with the wind, it highlighted her beautiful side. Her hands were trembling violently, and the sword belt could not be tied. Yang Jian looked back: "Madam, don't you give me a sword?"

Huafan's body stiffened, his eyes were filled with tears, and the pear blossoms looked up with rain: "I am dead, I am dead." Garo took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and knelt down, took the sword from Huafan's hand, tied it easily, and stood up and adjusted the angle of his habitual sword holding. He waited until he saw it clearly on the left and right before he raised his head.

Yang Jian had hooked her hand, and a cunning smile on his lips: "Wait for me to return in the mansion." "Yes." Garo lowered his head. "Prepare the banquet." Yang Jian curled her jaw, her red lips, lowered his head, and couldn't help but hold her in her mouth and tasted it. Everyone looked at each other. "Hmm?" He urged him to ask. Garo blushed: "I know."

Yang Jian smiled with his eyebrows and eyes: "Madam, dye the white hair black." Gala looked at him for a long time. The woman looked at him to please himself - she knew what he meant. She sent Yang Jian away, Gala faced the bronze mirror and took off the thorn hair. The cloud-like hair poured down, and the white hair mixed in the black hair was particularly obvious. This hair had no advantages except for its thickness.

"Madam." Huafan brought salt soup in, and placed raw sesame oil and pampas ash in two other basins. Washing her hair with salt soup. Covering her hair with raw horse oil and pampas ash can make her hair dark. But her hair is more white on her temples, which may take some time.

She was lying on the chair, and a maid came forward and squatted down to smooth it out for her, drew a fan to adjust the water temperature, and gently soaked her hair in salt soup. She washed the soup, rubbed the hair with raw sesame oil and moisturized it, then sprinkled it with pampas ash and wrapped it with hot cloth. It took only half an hour to wash it off with soup. After the hair was dry, apply the ointment made of black beans, and wrapped it with hot cloth, and waited until the hair was dry before untied.

In front of the bronze mirror, a strand of black hair slowly dissipated and fell on her shoulders. The maids used a comb to pick up strands of buns, put on silver hairpins, and Gala stopped her: "It's still a wooden hairpin, I have to do work later, which is inconvenient." "Yes." The maid changed it and changed it to the wooden hairpin: "Madam is so beautiful now, but it's a pity that the black beans have been dyed black for only two or three days, and it faded after the water is washed."

The woman in the mirror is really much younger than usual. Gala took the turban and handed it over: "Piece your hair and tie it with the turban to avoid dyeing your clothes black." The maid looked in the mirror and asked strangely: "Madam, nowadays, it is very beautiful for ladies to tie the flying bun, which is very beautiful." "Just follow the cloud bun." Gala said.

The maid responded, knelt up and twisted her hair to her temples. After a while, the bun seemed to be rolled with clouds, which was very simple and casual. There was no precious hairpin on her head, and she only wrapped it with a square scarf. When Yang Jian came back at night, he looked at her temples for a long time and nodded: "It's still good-looking black hair."

He asked again: "Why didn't you take off the square scarf? Put on the tassel?" Garo smiled and said: "This is just dyed black for a while and it is very easy to color. I'm afraid it will be stained with the pillows, and I'm afraid the maids will throw it away." Yang Jian helped the desk and wiped the sword under the oil lamp, sighing: "Madam still holds the housework." The two of them said nothing at night, putting together clothes and sleeping. This lasted for two or three days.

The night came back at the patrol camp. The group knelt far away to meet the door of the mansion. He handed his helmet to the butler who came up with his head, "Where is the lady?" "Mrs. I am busy preparing a banquet every day, so I'm really tired, so I'll take a rest first." The butler strode and trot and followed his steps breathlessly.

"What did the lady do during the day?" "Buy livestock melons, meat and vegetables, buy wine and brew, and arrange the courtyard..." By the way, the butler slapped his head: "The clothes made by the tailor I found a few days ago were delivered this morning. The lady tried on several sets and left them. The little one dared not go in, but heard the maids say that they looked very beautiful from afar."

Yang Jian stopped stepping, and the housekeepers almost ran into each other. When he thought Mr. Sui was going to Bixia Courtyard, Yang Jian had already walked through the gate, passed the main hall, the main courtyard, and walked towards the study. He wanted to follow again, and several soldiers with swords behind him stood at the door, clenched their knives, and their eyes were brightly guarded at the door.

In the cold lunar month, there was a cold wind hanging, and there was no place to shelter in the yard. The housekeeper touched his nose, hands, and found a corner of the corridor for half a night. He seemed to hear someone coming in and out, and the sound of armor was rumbling.
Chapter completed!