Yang Jian's hair was dense and black. The wooden comb gently moved from his hair, tilting his hair corners, and massaging back and forth. Yang Jian hummed comfortably, hugged her slender waist and turned into her arms. The sunset light moved to the hall, and the warmth of the dusk was on Gala's body. "Did the painting fan go?" "Hmm." Gala massaged his temples.

Yang Jian raised his head lazily and pressed it on her lower abdomen: "When will I be my prince of Yang Jian be here?" A scorching breath sprayed on her. Galo held his hand and looked at him: "Yes. Just find Sun Simiao." "Yes." Yang Jian groaned, raised his head in her arms, opened his arms and looked at the roof, muttering alone: ​​"There will be a few days to set off. At that time, I will send Gao Bing to Shan County, Heze to capture Sun Simiao."

"And Yun Chan." Garo added. When Yang Jian heard this, his brow frowned slightly. "What did Your Majesty remember?" Yang Jian's eyes flashed, he smiled, grabbed her hand and placed it on his lips and let out a red dot. "Your Majesty won't blame Yun Chan, right? Yun Chan is just too honest and dedicated to me."

Yang Jian smiled faintly: "How could it be?" He stretched: "What to eat tonight?" "Hmm?" He changed the topic quickly, and Garo didn't answer for a while and smiled: "There are good fish today." Yang Jian likes to eat fish. Especially in his old age, the fish meat is soft, delicious and nutritious.

The imperial chef in the mansion always made it for him in different ways. The imperial chef had to spend hundreds of fish on Hu Qingshan who were waiting for him in one day. "Well, I'm hungry." Yang Jian touched his stomach, stood up first, and pulled her again. The two of them entered the flower hall together. The dinner had been placed long ago, and it was still steaming when it was opened, and the fragrance was scented.

Gala only served half a bowl of rice, but Yang Jian saw it and forced half a bowl to add. "You are too thin." She smiled, picked the fish meat in the plate, and cleverly picked the fish bones and pinched it to him. The crucian carp was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sprinkled with crispy salt, which melted in the mouth, and was crispy and delicious.

Yang Jian ate the whole piece before he started to cook rice. Seeing that he was happy, Gala hesitated, and said, "I was very reluctant to leave today." "Your Majesty, is this fish delicious?" "Yes." Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Your Majesty has fried it?" "Yes." Gala smiled: "Your Majesty only praises the delicious fish meat, why don't you praise my cooking skills?"

"What you do is naturally what I like." "Yes." Gala put down the bowls and chopsticks and sighed: "Humans say that you should remember the fisherman when eating fish." Yang Jian didn't follow up. "Well... you should remember the bamboo shoot planter when eating bamboo shoot planter." Gala continued. Yang Jian lowered his cough a few times, looked at her with a smile, and replied: "If the fisherman and bamboo shoot planter are as beautiful as a wife, I will naturally remember." Gala was stunned. After being choked for a while, he realized that he was being teased. Then, Yang Jian had already smiled and picked shark fins to eat.

"Your Majesty, is the person who is placed next to Su Wei a fan?" Yang Jian had no idea, but just glared at her and put the fish into her bowl: "Eat!" The army drove out after the New Year.

After learning the news, Gala was slightly excited. This was the first festival after she and Yang Jian reunite. When recalling the past, the palace also celebrated the New Year. Only those days did Yang Jian stay in her palace for one night. There was nothing to say about the old couple. This year's New Year should be different. Gala thought.

After sending Yang Jian to the barracks early in the morning, Gala went out to buy with the housekeeper and the kitchen master. The most prosperous street in Hongnong was walking out of the mansion three streets. Their carriages stopped under a archway, and today they happened to be at the market. Gala lifted the curtain and looked at her bright face.

What caught my eye was a huge gatehouse. The crowds were surging downstairs, cattle, sheep, horses, and camels were flying through it, some were picking tea and selling vegetables, some were merchants with silk, silk, satin and pearls, and some were singing girls leaning on the gatehouse to dress up in front of the mirror. The shadows of the sycamore trees were swaying and towering, and the wind was blowing, and the morning breeze was swaying. "Madam." The maid came forward to help her get out of the car.

Gala wore a single pink skirt, with cloth shoes of the same color under his feet, and only a bun was tied to his head, and wrapped it with plain rags, and a jade-colored hairpin was worn. His whole body was simple but revealed a low-key luxury. Gala stood up and looked up.

The housekeeper pointed to the left and right signs and introduced: "There are everything in the two rows of grocery shops, and there are alleys a hundred meters away, and there are shops and stores in the alleys. Let's go to Xinongfang to buy chicken, duck, fish, meat, fruits and vegetables." Following his introduction, it was really shoulder to shoulder, and the carriages and horses were like dragons.

Some shouted from the grocery store that the small merchant dragged out the dry goods, some stopped at the candied shop with their children in their arms, some stopped at the place where the notice was posted, pointing to discuss something, and from a distance, Yang Jian started recruiting soldiers again. The crowds came and went, and the sounds were like the dumplings boiling and rolling.

The housekeeper and others protected Gala and squeezed in, and the crowd was flowing against the current. After a while, they arrived at Xinongfang. There were poultry and fish here. Hongnong was located in Zhonglu, but he also saw a lot of fresh goods. The robe took everyone to the duck meat shop first. Needless to say, the owner of the store quickly bowed his head and ran out when he saw others.

Wiping the duck blood on his hand, he smiled and said, "Sir, here! You have prepared the best duck meat for you!" As he said hello, the little slave carried out three cages of bamboo woven cages. Gala was there, and the chef didn't dare to jump forward. The shop owner looked at Gala and hesitated for a little, "This... this person?" "Don't ask for nothing!" Paozi whispered.

The shopkeeper quickly stepped back and slapped himself in the face three times: "You are talking about it, little slave, damn!" He quickly grabbed a big white duck from the bamboo cage and smiled and said, "Sir, look at this duck. It is all grown in the village below. You eat shrimp meat and water plants in the country water, and drink Qingquan."

Gala walked forward. The white duck was extremely strong, with lustrous fur and extremely plump. The chef said softly, "It's great." Gala nodded, looked at some more, and bought chicken and white doves. During the settlement, the housekeeper and the blanzi settled behind him. Gala lifted the curtain and came out first. As soon as he lifted the curtain, a man bumped into him. "Madam!" "Madam..."

The man stood tall, waved his arms and took her into his arms. Under the brim of the hat was an invisible face, only the breeze stirred the black veil, and a corner was faintly shocked. The corners of his lips were as thin as cicada's wings, revealing a little impatient. His left and right hands quickly alternated, holding Gala firmly and passing by. He could only hear a "sorry."

The person had already walked into the store and asked, "Can there be a carrier pigeon?" His voice was low, and he felt that he was deliberately unwilling to hear it. Gala looked at his back and felt familiar there, as if he had seen it. "Does the guest want a meat pigeon or a carrier pigeon?" The meat pigeon is used for eating, and the carrier pigeon is used for sending letters. There are carrier pigeons in the official uniform, but they are only used for official business.

Yang Jian entered Hongnong, and all the pigeons rushed into the army and took on official duties of letters. The people also began to learn to raise pigeons for a long time to deliver letters, but the letters were not too far away, but within a radius of hundreds of miles. "Pirates." "Some, some, guests wait." The shopkeeper asked Xiaonu to pick them up.

The housekeeper and Baozi ran over here and asked hurriedly, "Madam, is it okay?" Garo shook his head, lifted the curtain and walked out. When the group left the business, the man turned around and stared at their far away back. "Customer, where are you going to send?" The carrier pigeon came. The man took out a small volume and said coldly, "Fear Dan." "Fear Dan?"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "Where is the war? I heard that Yuwenzhao has been captured. I don't know if I can deliver it." "I can deliver it." The thin lips tightly pursed. "Yes." The shopkeeper Lian said: "The guest still has to tell you. The delivery of this letter has nothing to do with our store. Because I am afraid that the war is in progress, I have to charge ten cents more than usual..."

Before he finished speaking, the man had already thrown a string of copper coins on the table. When he came back from the market, Garo inspected the mansion again. Most of the cleaning arranged by the previous few days had been done, and the kitchen was also extremely clean. He looked at her and Yang Jian's courtyard and sent it from somewhere. A few kumquat trees were added to the courtyard, and small oranges were born.

According to the convention, although she did not clean, as a mistress, she also needed to use dust to sweep the eaves a few times. Smoke curled from the distance and dusk hit her. Warm yellow light draped on her body. Galo stood on tiptoe and swept gently. I wish my family was safe and no evil spirits could enter. I wish my family was shining brightly and Ajian was safe.

I hope the battle will go smoothly and will eventually retire. Garo breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to ask for the word "Fu". As soon as he turned around, the stool suddenly shook it. "Um..." A pair of big hands were held from behind her waist. "Be careful." Yang Jian carried her back to the place, took the word "Fu" from her hand, and easily stuck it in the middle of the door. The two stood side by side, and the afterglow was pounding gently from their shoulders. Yang Jian turned his head and looked at her: "What were you thinking so accidentally just now?"

Gala looked at him with a smile, tiptoed to take off his helmet. Yang Jian put on her shoulder and asked again: "Is it right?" The light of the sunset reflected half of the word "Fu". Gala nodded vigorously: "It looks good!" "Yes." He smiled and stroked her shoulder: "We will stick it every year from now on."

Gala was silent for a long time, looking up at him, with a flash of light in his eyes: "Okay." Chapter 25                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               �

On New Year's Eve, it was a cauldron. The steaming bibs of the dishes were together. The sweet rice wine slid into the throat to dissipate the overheated burning kang. Gala stood up and threw it into the pot of vegetable and meat very quickly. Yang Jian had already drunk a pot of rice wine and looked at the full moon outside in ponderingly. The moonlight was bright and the cold and cold.

"Gala, how long has it been since we sat together like this?" He asked. Gala said, "I don't remember, it's been a long time." She threw it into a thin fish fillet, drank it lightly, and then dipped it in the dip. The fish fillets were delicate and white, melted in the mouth, and the special dip was sour, salty, spicy and delicious.
Chapter completed!