The butler woke up and climbed the pillars under the corridor to look from a distance. He saw that the study was brightly lit and sand trays were taken out. There were piles of chalks on it. Then he saw Mr. Sun being carried out on his rattan chair. Mr. Sun, who had not met for a long time, hurried forward.

Just watching Mr. Sun be carried out, Mr. Sui also came out. The two looked solemn and didn't know what they were talking about. Mr. Sun nodded and fisted. "Mr. Sui." The housekeeper lowered his head and bowed: "Do you want to have a midnight snack? The lady has prepared milk." "No." Yang Jian said and walked straight into the inner courtyard. The housekeeper should not follow him.

Only a lamp was lit from afar in Bixia's courtyard. She was used to her previous life. Because she was not in good spirits at the back, she always had a light sleep at night. If there was a lamp, she would not be able to sleep. Yang Jian lit the lamp, pushed open the folding door, and skillfully touched the inner room. The charcoal furnace was burned in the room, which was too hot. Gala was covered with a thick quilt and was already asleep.

Yang Jian took off his clothes and lay down outside, but after a while he smelled the scent of her hair. The two hadn't done it for several days. He thought, and his hot palm touched her clothes. When she fell asleep at night, she only wore a thin little dress, pushed a small bellyband away, embroidered with dark patterns.

Unlocking it, it was a grand scene. Yang Jian's Adam's apple slid up and down, and the oil lamp was turned off. After a while, there was a sound of panting sound in the house, mixed with a kind of satisfaction. He spent a good night together. He worked so hard for ten days. On the fifteenth day, Gala first burned incense in the temple and prayed for peace in the house.

The sky was still gray and bright. From a distance, it seemed that snow fell on the mountain last night, with a layer of silver covering it, but there was no rain or snow at the flat bottom of the mountain. "Madam, Mr. Sui just asked, are you ready?" Huafan stepped forward and asked. "You go and talk." Gala nodded and said.

After lunch, she had vegetarian meals and copied ten pages of scriptures before she got on the bus. The mansion was decorated properly and all the way up, and she looked brand new. The housekeeper stepped forward and smiled and said, "Madam, it's ready. The Sui Gong sent someone to say that he would go back at sunset." "I understand." He opened the door of the East Pavilion and sat on the bed of the West Pavilion.

Gala took off her bramble hairpin and took off her old clothes. She had decided to quit her old appearance. The soft and warm soup brushed her skin, and the fragrance of plum blossoms soaked in her hair. Her long black hair stood up and drooped to the ground. The maid went forward and covered her with a gauze, and could only see her charming back. At sunset, Gala sat in front of the mirror and put on new makeup.

Daishan painted his eyebrows, a little rouge pill, a ten fingers of onion jade, and a bright moon bead on his ear. His hair was tied with a flying bun, and his tassels turned and his precious light shining. He got up and put on silk shoes. She moved her steps lightly, and her long skirt dragged the ground, step by step, only the bright moon dared to compete with him.

It was sunset and the lights were on. Gala walked out of the mansion. The maids held the lights in front of them and built a bright road in the darkness. He heard the sound of horse hooves from afar. Three horses galloped in the night, like lightning. The toned horses raised their horse hooves and stepped on the stone road, and the moonlight shone on their willful cycling.

"Wow——" The horse's hooves were raised high, and the cavalry broke the stone steps. Everyone dismounted the horse in one go, and the movement was completed in one go. The silver-gray armor shone in the moonlight, and under the helmet were familiar and neat faces. Yang Jian, Su Wei, Li Mu, Liang Rui, Liu Fang, Zheng Yi...

Behind the carriage, Li Delin lifted the curtain, with a faint smile on his slightly pale cheeks, and his wide sleeves and large collars whirled in the wind. Gala stepped forward and took a few steps: "Sui Gong Changle Wuji-" "Sui Gong Changle Wuji-" Everyone kowtowed together.

Yang Jian walked up to her and stopped and reached out to her. Gala looked up at him. His hair was fluffy and his eyes were filled with light. He held his hand and stood up like in the Houma Hall. Gala stood beside him and smiled at everyone, "Generals, the little woman has prepared a good banquet to strengthen the army's power!"

"Okay!" Su Wei shouted, clapping applause and whistling Li Mu. Li Delin looked at the two of them but smiled without saying a word. Everyone rushed into the main hall and made their own positions. Yang Jian was the first on the table, and Gala sat beside him. Li Delin, Su Wei, Li Mu and others were the left and right.

There were lanterns in the palm window of the hall, and there were dark red branches and patterns of carpets in the middle. There were fruits and fruits on each table on the mat, and wine bottles were placed in various colors. Everyone sat on the ground. The maid hung her hands and slowly pulled the vine screen behind the mat. The beautiful maids on both sides came out, holding a tin pot and knelt on the ground to pour wine for the soldiers.

The warm fragrance of wine filled the hall with heat. Yang Jian held the wine bottle. "The swan flew high, and it took a thousand miles in one go. The feathers were already settled, and it crossed the seas." Li Delin suddenly looked up, his eyes deep, and the two met, Yang Jian's deep meaning. The ambition of the swan, and the wings were completed, and it could cross the seas.

Everyone stood up, held the wine bottle, poured it up, and drank it all in full, and threw the cup to the ground, with a loud sound. Su Wei drank three bottles in a row, his face turned red, and he burped: "Brother, I respect a glass of Nen and Mrs. Nen!" Yang Jian and Galuo stood up, and the three of them drank a glass of wine.

"Duke Sui!" "Duke Sui!" "Madam..." The toasts were endless, and the sound of wind music floated out, and the joy of Hongnong, who attacked Xiliang one after another, added to the drunkenness. Gala's eyes were blurred, his cheeks were flushed, and he sat down by his maids and concubines. He looked up at everyone. After a round of wine, the banquet reached its peak.

She slapped her high-high three times, and the door opened from the outside to the inside, and a fragrant wind came in. When did the white snow fall, it blew into the hall with the wind. The cool breeze hit her face, and everyone's drunkenness slightly faded. Only saw that there were more than a dozen young girls outside the door holding plum blossoms with a ruler-long plum blossom, painting fans were the best, wearing lush heads, and stepping into the snow with the song "Returning from the Wind and Rain".

The sound of silk and bamboo wind music is intoxicating. Singing on the snow and dancing with the wind. The slender dance posture is like sitting on the wind, transforming into wisps of blue smoke. Su Wei's eyes are blurred and he grabbed it suddenly, and it is just a wisp of purple clothes. He looks back and smiles. The long sleeves have floated out of Su Wei's hand, leaving only a faint fragrance.

Everyone on the table looked drunk and kind. Gala looked at him, and Yang Jian was leaning on the back of the chair, holding the wine bottle, with a bright look. He was not watching the singing and dancing, but watching the various forms of sentient beings below. The candlelight was gradually blocked by the curtains and could not see the sight. He heard a passionate drum sound in the middle.

Dong, Dong, Dong Dong - breaks through the dark curtain. When I light up again, where can I see the young woman walking on the snow just now? The passionate and magnificent "The Song of the Departure" that I only heard was singing together, with magnificent ups and downs. The banquet was pushed again and again. When it was approaching, I wonder who proposed: "Such a beautiful scenery, why not ride a horse to travel at night?"

Yang Jian smiled and turned his head to look at her: "You go too." "Yes." Gala nodded. The group of people walked out of the gate one after another. Outside the gate, soldiers had already led high-headed horses, pedaled stirrups, and straddled the horses in neat movements, holding the reins. Everyone's eyes fell on Yang Jian and Gala. There were two horses left, and Li Delin had already sat on the carriage behind him.

"Madam?" Su Wei tilted his head and looked. Galo took off his complicated robe, which was covered with a jacket and skirt. Yang Jian took off his cloak, raised it to block everyone's realization, and then left Galo's tightly wrapped. Su Wei grabbed his head in a hurry and asked Li Mu, "Madam, can you ride a horse?"

I haven't heard of it. Li Mu shrewd him and gestured to him to look. He only saw that the wife was supported by Mr. Sui, and he used his strength to push the horse on his feet. His movements were neighing. The horse was neighing, and he raised his front hooves and wanted to push her down. "Madam." "Madam..." Everyone exclaimed.

Garole tightened the reins of the horse and tightly clamped the belly of the horse: "Xu--" The horse kicked the ground in front, flipped back and forth, and stopped suddenly for several steps. She laughed and shouted in the distance: "Quick!" Yang Jian turned over the horse: "Xake--" Raise the horse whip and took the lead. Everyone woke up with alcohol.

"Gather--" The sound of horse hooves stomped through the silence and galloped towards the suburbs. "Let's see who will reach the mountainside as fast as possible!" Su Wei roared and whipped the horse hard. Li Mu did not fall behind, Liang Rui, Liu Fang, and Zheng Yi shouted and galloped. The cold wind was thrown behind, and the streets moved back quickly.

Li Delin sat in the carriage, smiling happily, and following them. The desert is boundless and the rivers and lakes are far away, and the rainstorms and thunder are like a rock at night. The family and country are ninety thousand miles in front of him, and the strong wind is singing the young.

Even singing happily is not enough to describe the excitement and surging mood at this moment; even if there is a beauty who lie drunk on her knees, she cannot compare to galloping on the battlefield; even if the future is not clear, it is difficult to resist this situation... How can the soldiers die? I only hope to sing for fame today.

There was no light around, only night, a bright moon was chasing them in the sky, and the brilliance of the moon spread all over the grass. They were already running far away. They could not see each other. The far ahead seemed to be the end of the road. Yang Jian stopped: "Gala." He shouted. Gala was off the reins, and Yang Jian grabbed her reins, exerted a little force, and rode the horse with her.

Galo looked back. "Don't look back." Yang Jian neighed in her ears, and his hands were gathered in front of her: "Hao—" The horse was running upwards. "Where is Mr. Sun and the others?" "We have left long ago." Yang Jian took her earlobes and licked them gently. The heat sprayed into her ears, making people extremely numb.

Galo gritted his teeth, and steamed up from his lower abdomen, and smudged her cheeks and earlobes with alcohol. It was as bright as a cute cherry. "Ajian." She whispered, grabbed his sleeve with her little hands and panted gently: "I, where are we going?"

Yang Jian's palm slid into the cloak, unbuttoned her clothes, and touched her young and smooth skin. "You..." "Shh." Yang Jian bit her lips, panted and said hoarsely in her ear: "Gala, Gala..." "I want you."

The stars in the sky are as bright as gems, and the moonlight shines on the way home by pedestrians. Behind her are a pair of eyes that are brighter than the stars and moons. In the red tent, the brocade quilt rolls.

Inch of snow-white skin bloomed under the palm of their palms. The warm breath of each other was stalemate, stained, and when they were breathing, they saw each other's figures in their eyes. Yang Jian touched the corner of her lips. Galo's eyelashes trembled and slowly closed, like a folded-winged butterfly on the verge of winter.
Chapter completed!