She was like a flower, flowers bloomed; she was like wine, and the fragrance of wine passed by. In the best season, she was lonely, and the white hair in the world was also tasted by her alone, but in this life, he said to start over. "Don't cry, don't cry, ah..." He took a crystal tears at the corner of her eyes and sucked them into his belly.

A feeling that was different from the previous one slowly fermented in his heart. "Gala, give me another son. Gala, Gala..." All night, this sentence kept tossing and turning in her ears, and she was woken up in her sleep again and again, and then fell into the abyss of dreams with him.

The next morning, when she woke up again, she no longer saw Yang Jian's figure. She turned over and her body was sore. She reached out to touch the temperature above, which was already cold. When the maid heard the movement, she quickly lifted the curtain. The green gauze curtain was hung on the silver hook, and sunlight poured in. Gala closed her eyes.

The maid knelt beside her and bowed: "Madam, are you awake?" After getting used to the light, she looked around and circled around her. Her eyes stopped in front of her and asked: "Why are you?" The maid was wearing a fan? She looked face-to-face and lowered her head: "Madam Ye was called by Mr. Sui just now."

"Called?" Gala stood up and looked out the window. Outside, there was a world of ice and snow. The plum tree in front of the window was covered with frost and snow, and the silver was covered with magnificent charm. A bird stopped on it, and a pile of snow fell, and flew away in fright. Her body was covered with green purple and purple, with kiss marks from her neck to the back outside her bellyband.

The maids all bowed their heads shyly without going through human affairs. "Do you know what's going on?" she asked. "I don't know." Gala lowered her head, not knowing what was going on. It took a long time to sigh and said, "Prepare a bath for me." "Yes." After taking a shower, her body became much more refreshed. Gala sat in the courtyard reading a book with a group of light pink dark-patterned jackets and cloth skirts.

After washing off the cream on the temples, the color faded again. A maid surrounded her shoulders with a piece of linen cloth and picked up her long hair to apply ointment. Under the courtyard, a grounded bird stood on the dead branches for food. Garo was on the wooden pillar and sprinkled rice bran. The birds flew over with their wings.

She smiled knowingly, and the dimples on her cheeks rose. The morning time in Bixiayuan was so quiet. Yizhang passed the morning time without reading it. Until the painting fan walked in in a daze. "Husband, madam." Garo saw her.

Huafan knelt in the snow, leaned over and kowtowed to her, and for a while, her head had plunged into the snow and could not get up. She only watched her constantly floating and thrust her shoulders. Gala stood up, climbed down the steps of the wooden clogs, and raised her face. She only saw that her round cheeks had already lost the blush of the past, her eyes were deeply indented, and she looked at her without any consciousness.

After a while, Hua Fan seemed to see hope, and her eyes lit up suddenly. She grabbed her hand: "Madam, Madam, save me!" Before she finished speaking, her eyes were swaying and her pain could not be felt. Gala helped her up: "What's wrong?" Hua Fan covered her tears: "Sui, Duke Sui wants to send me to someone."

The maids around them bowed their heads one after another. The fan broke free from her hands, knocked them on the ground, and bowed three times in succession: "Madam, please, Mr. Sui loves you so much...I, I would rather be with my wife as a maid for the rest of my life!" She said nothing, and she had no end to say anything.

Gala could only grasp a few important words and asked: "What did you say? Who did Duke Sui give you?" Huafan's knees softened and he knelt on the ground: "Su Wei, General Su..."

She said in a daze, thinking of the rough man... No, she must not marry him! "Madam, please, please tell Mr. Sui that I don't want it. I, I will never dare to compete with you for Duke Sui again! Please, please!"

She kowtowed and cried again, and finally she was so excited that she couldn't hold on to herself. She held her hand tightly and whined to herself. The first thing Gala thought of was why Mr. Sui gave the painting fan to Su Wei. Although it was common for him to send his concubine to his subordinates, what did he think? Should he win over or?

Su Wei has no official family, so Mrs. Zhang gave birth to her eldest son and died of difficulty. If Su Wei asked Mr. Su Wei for a painting fan, then the painting fan would definitely be the dominant one. When Gala thought of Su Wei's death, Yang Jian once made his private letter public, which was the reason for the chaos in the inner house.

Gala felt a stream of air conditioning overflowing from the soles of her feet. "Madam!" Huafan knelt on her feet and said, "Madam, you want to save me!" Gala looked at her and touched her cold hands, which was even hotter than her. "Madam." The maid said, "The housekeeper asked for a meeting."

Zhang Cang, the butler outside the door, came in, leaned over and kowtowed to Gala first, stood up and looked at the painting fan, squinted his eyes, nodded and smiled, "Miss Ye, let me find it easy." He said, "Madam, the adults come and asked Miss Ye to prepare for one or two, and go to General Su's camp to serve tonight." After that, he looked at Gala. "I understand, you go back."

Zhang Cang bowed and retreated. "Madam." Hua Fan begged to hold her lower body, and the sadness in her eyes had appeared. "You, if you don't want to go, I'll talk to General Su." Gala said, and Hua Fan's eyes suddenly lit up. Gala sighed: "But, you can only leave the house in the future.

The meaning of Duke Sui cannot be changed easily. Since he gave you to others, he will definitely not touch you in the future. What is the intention of disobeying the lord? I believe you understand. Think about it carefully and tell me the result." The hope in Huafan's eyes gradually faded, and a hint of ridicule appeared on the corner of his mouth. "What did I do wrong!"

"I was just a matter of thought at the beginning!" Huafan stood up: "Why can the wife get the kindness of Mrs. Sui Gong, but I can't? What's the difference between me and my wife!" "Mrs. Jiang is not as beautiful as me, why is Mrs. Sui Gong different from her closeness!" She asked: "What's wrong with me in this chaotic world!" Gala said: "You are right."

"That's right? Hahaha--" Huafan cried bitterly. Galo turned around and his steps were slightly heavy. "Madam!" Huafan shouted, Galo looked at her. Huafan smiled and his body trembled in the cold wind: "Where are you winning over me? Who is Sui Gong? Don't you know? One day, he will abandon you as if he abandoned me!"

Gala lowered her head and smiled faintly. It was never someone else who abandoned herself, but only herself. Gala chased her skirt and walked towards the inner hall. When she was about to turn... "I'll marry!" "Madam, I'll marry!" After lunch, Su Wei came to ask for someone in person. He carried the cage box of the painting fan in one hand, and stood behind the painting fan happily and smiled at Gala.

Baidu searched Huafan to bid farewell in the courtyard. "Madam." She crawled on the ground and bowed with tears: "I'll leave you here, I wish you a happy wife." From Yuwen Zhao to Yang Jian, from Yang Jian to Su Wei, a woman's life is always worthless. But Huafan is a smart woman. She knows that compared to changing hands, there is nothing more worthy than life in this turbulent world.

It is wiser to choose Su Wei than to choose Yang Jian. Yang Jian never stops for any woman. The greater the power, the less compassion for love. The wind blows, flowers fall, and a little red falls on the frozen lake.

Gala knelt down in the yard and watched the maid send them away. Su Wei scratched his ears and touched his ears with red cheeks: "Madam... I am taking the person back now." "Wait." Gala stopped, waved his hand and asked Huafan to step forward, and took an exquisite wooden box and handed it to her.

Su Wei chuckled: "Then you say, I, I will go outside and guard it." Hua Fan's eyes were slightly red, with tears in the corners of his eyes. He hesitated and reached out to take it. Galo grabbed her hand and looked at her. "Madam?" "Have you read Zhuo Wenjun's "Song of White Heads"?" Hua Fan nodded, and tears fell: "I wish to be a person who is dedicated to his life and never leave each other."

"Don't cry, don't cry." Galo wiped her away: "Put the wisdom that was placed on Sui Gong on General Su." Su Wei, outside the door, grabbed his head in the cold wind, looked inside from time to time, and showed a mouthful of white teeth in front of Huafan's eyes.

Galo won over her and led Mao Feng, and smiled and said, "General Su, it is worth your efforts. He will be your final destination." Huafan stopped sobbing and looked at her in confusion. "Don't hurt the hearts of important people for anyone. You said that human hearts are immutable, but if they are hurt, human hearts can also change."

"I'll bid farewell to my wife." Hua Fan knelt on the ground, Gala raised his hand, touched her hair, and handed the wooden box to her. The cold wind blew, but people's hearts were hot. The one who gave it was a golden hairpin, but I hoped that Hua Fan would be stronger than gold. Gala closed his cotton jacket and looked at the hall.

Finally, it was empty again. Jiang Ying left, Hua Fan left, and everyone was like a passerby around her. If Yun Chan was there, she would definitely laugh at her at this moment. When she attacked Chang'an, Gala gradually began to look forward to the woman who clearly distinguished her love and hatred and accompanied her most common years in her life.

A maid raised the wooden barrel and came in from outside the wooden door, and the water jumped and was about to jump out. Garo called them and asked what it was. "Madam, this is a newly-cooked fish outside. Is it better to eat braised or steamed tonight?" the maid asked with a smile.

Gala went down the stone steps and looked at two green and red crucian carp wandering around the wooden barrel, very lively. She messed up the water surface with her hands, and the crucian carp slapped the tail and tried harder. "Fry fish, Mr. Sui likes to eat it. I will cook tonight." Gala took a few steps back and raised his head and smiled. The maid was amazed for a moment and couldn't help but sigh: "Madam should smile more."

"Is that?" Gala nodded: "I think so too." The light of the winter sun was warm and bright, slowly moving from the eaves to the corner of the wall. The twilight was getting late, and the sound of drums and bells in the temple in the distance came. She sat sideways, and silver needles quickly shuttled into her sleeves, with needles and threads dense and concentrated, and smoothly obedient. Yang Jian slowed down and stopped in the yard to watch her. The attendant was waved to retreat.

Gala turned around and saw that he was back, so he quickly got up to greet him. Yang Jian stopped him and stepped on the stone steps and lay on her knees. He had a heavy day of military service, so he could breathe a long sigh at this moment. She took out a hair comb from the small drawer next to her, took off his helmet, and took off his black hair.
Chapter completed!