As his pants slid down on the inside of his thighs, what caught his eye was the torn flesh, bright red, like a tangerine stinging his eyes. "Sit down." He ordered. Galo looked carefully at his cold side face and sat down on his arm next to him. Yang Jian pulled the wooden basin and sprinkled white medicine powder into the basin to prevent inflammation and stop bleeding.

He wrung the cloth and pressed it on her thigh. Galo took a breath and his face turned pale in an instant, but he didn't say a word. Yang Jian was looking at her. "It hurts?" "It doesn't hurt." Yang Jian pursed his lips harshly.

He wiped a bucket of blood silently, and tossed back and forth for a stick of incense before he could clean up the rotten meat on her legs. Then he poured a bucket of hot water in, put it at her feet, and lifted her legs. "Hmm? I'll wash."

When she was anxious, her feet broke free from his palm, and were pulled back by Yang Jian strongly and pressed into hot water. "Foot, my feet are dirty." "Not dirty." Her feet were so small that they were only half of his palm, but they were covered with thick calluses of all sizes. The right foot was limp, with a large knuckle bulge, which was abruptly powerful.

"When I capture Chang'an, I will ask someone to repair the calluses for you." Yang Jian lowered his head and washed it, saying, "Well." Gala responded to him. "Look at his right foot." "Okay." Her right foot has been lame for too long and has not been able to heal. He also knows this. "Regregate your body well and live for a long time with me." Gala laughed out loud.

In the last life, she lived longer than him. Yang Jian glared at her fiercely, and the massage became more and more powerful. Galo felt that his feet were hurting hard, but he still looked at him with a smile. "Does it hurt?" He gradually reduced his strength. "Well, it hurts." She nodded repeatedly. Yang Jian felt sore in his heart, and he touched her white temples: "Isn't it even painful to scream?"

Galo shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore." Yang Jian pulled her into his arms and rubbed her hair into a mess. Looking at the two shadows reflected by the candlelight on the wall, they quietly enjoyed this simple time. Wei Xiaokuan came outside the door and asked, "Lord, Mr. Sun is in a hurry for 800 miles."

Yang Jian was startled, put down Gala's hand, and opened the wooden door. Gala looked at the empty hand and smiled, put away his skirt and followed him. He saw a soldier in the courtyard kneeling down and holding his fists: "Report to the lord - Yuchi Jiong, is injured, Northern Zhou believed in slander and wanted to punish Yuchi Jiong." Yang Jian went down the steps: "How?" The soldiers handed Li Delin's letter.

The letter reads: As the lord expected, Yuchi Jiong was reversed. - Chapter 30: The news that Yuchi Jiong was dismissed from office and was punished was like a sweet rain falling from the sky. Before the hour of the afternoon, he urgently called on the final general to march to Bixia. The night was dark and the ink was almost thick, and the heavy rain dropped sharply on the shoulders of the marchingers.

In his previous life, Yang Jian was attacked by Yuchi Jiong and chased him to Suizhou. Fortunately, Yuwen Zhao helped him escaped. However, the loss of troops was really serious. Then he regrouped and confronted the canyon. Yuchi Jiong was killed and Yang Jian killed Chang'an and seized the Emperor's Sword. In this life, Yang Jian's soldiers were killed and injured, and Yuchi Jiong was instead questioned.

Thinking of Yang Jian's efforts when the two armies were confronting each other, he kept luring Yuchi Jiong to surrender. He asked her that night. If the army was defeated in Suizhou, would she still follow her? Galo lifted up the curtain and looked forward. Yang Jian rode a horse in front, and was a long distance from her, and could only see the light of silver-white armor.

In this life, Yang Jian should get what he wanted soon. Garo leaned on the shaft of the carriage tiredly. The carriage was shaking forward, with heavy wind and rain, and the coldness was biting. Huafan shared a car with her, stepped forward and put on a cloak for her, and touched her hand, as cold as fast ice.

"Madam." Hua Fan sat upright in shock, touched her forehead, and burned like a ball of fire! A bunch of cavalry passed by their carriage, and the candlelight illuminated her side face. Garo's cheeks were red, his eyes closed slightly, and his lips were as white as a piece of paper. Hua Fan immediately knew something was wrong, so he called the car to stop and asked the maid to tell Mr. Sui.

Gala slowly opened his eyes and called the maid: "Okay." Hua Fan's face turned as white as her: "Madam! You are almost in a state of chaos!" "It's just a little rain and it's getting burned. Now we are marching urgently, so where can we stop and ask for the medical treatment and make medicine?"

Garo smiled and struggled to sit up: "Don't be too troublesome, just wait by my side quietly, I'll sleep." As he said that, he waved his sleeves and said to the maid: "Go." The maid looked at it and retreated. The carriage followed the troops and seemed to be flying at a bumpy height.

Hua Fan helped her get up to feed the water. She only ate a small half and poured it on her body for half. She simply stopped eating and changed her clothes to sleep. She was half asleep and half awake, as if she had gotten up and vomited again, and even her bile was spitting out. In her dream, she seemed to hear the thunder of the war drum and the thunderous shaft of the chariot crushed.

Killing sound - Gala was sleeping uneasyly, and opened his eyes intermittently, as if he always felt like he could not see the sun, the sky was dark and purple, without any starlight. "Water, water..." The cool and sliding liquid entered her dry lips. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but she only vaguely saw a thin lips with edges.

"Gala, Gala..." Who called her in his ear? Gala opened his eyes and fainted soon. "Mrs. I've been burning for three days and three nights and haven't woken up yet. What's going on?" Yang Jian asked with a walk. Under the steps, the imperial doctor in the palace knelt on the ground, and there were more than a dozen soldiers about seven feet high on each side.

"Sui, Sui Duke..." The imperial doctor led by the leader knelt on the ground and bowed: "Husband, this is a sensation of the wind entering the body, and the wind is infected..." He secretly raised his eyes and looked at the bandits who were like jade on the throne, and swallowed: "Another, you will wake up in a few days." "Yes!" Su Wei put his sword across the imperial doctor's neck: "Old child, how many days will Mrs. Me wake up! If you can't cure her, I will go in and the red knife comes out!"

Su Wei pulled out the knife, and the sword was shining. The imperial doctor waved his hand in fear: "Good man, please spare your life!" Two or three of them were so scared that they fainted immediately. "Su Wei." Yang Jian, who was always silent, called him. Su Wei was unwilling to pull the knife back, so he glared at the imperial doctor fiercely. "The old man laughed."

Yang Jian went down the steps and helped the imperial doctor up his arms and apologized: "It's just that my inner body is really weak, which makes me worry. I think my wife will definitely be able to reduce her fever tomorrow." The imperial doctor looked at him and sweated faster on his back. "Yes, yes." He picked up his sleeves and quietly wiped away the sweat from his temples.

Gala's foundation was too weak. He was frightened for several days and was exhausted. He was in a heavy rain before it started to burn. Yang Jian sat next to her, his eyes fondly. He stretched out his hand and stroked the corners of her dry lips, and whispered, "Wake up quickly." "Brother, what should I do with that Li Ji?" Su Wei asked in embarrassment.

It took a whole day and a day to kill the sky. The Northern Zhou Dynasty was captured, but she didn't expect that such an ugly and cruel monarch could give birth to a princess like a flower. Su Wei thought that he was moved when he saw it, let alone the elder brother, the hero was sad to pass the beauty! Yang Jian pulled his hand back and stood up.

"Brother, should I let it go or just act as a wife?" He pondered for a while and looked at the person who was still awake on the ***: "Let it go first." Let it go first? What does it mean to let it go first? Should I want it or not? Su Wei touched his nose. Li Delin came in outside the door. Yang Jian asked towards him: "Has Sun Simiao found it?" Li Delin nodded: "It's found."

He paused: "It's just Duke Sui, Yuwen Zhao's messenger is here." As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became dull. Su Wei jumped up: "When we were chasing Yuchi Jiong, where did Yuwen Zhao go? Now I know that I'm sending someone!"

Yang Jian and Li Delin were silent. They looked at the Emperor's Sword on the wall and the tourmaline on the desk. "Lord, will you see me?" Li Delin asked... "See you." "Okay, I'll go and prepare." Li Delin retreated. Yang Jian looked at his distant figure, turned around and whispered a few words to Su Wei. Su Wei looked at him and his face suddenly became serious.

"I'm sure I'll do this!" "Go." Su Wei quit with his sword. Yang Jian stood behind his back and stood under the sunset. The sky washed by the heavy rain was clear and blue, and the clouds were high and the distance was endless. The sunset pulled his figure into a infinite long-term situation. In this world, he was the only one who walked and stood.

The scenery of the entire imperial capital was overlooked. Yang Jian pulled out Baipi and inserted it into his boots, and stepped down step by step. Without realizing it, Gala's fingers moved. His closed eyes slowly opened. A ray of light poured into her pupils, and she finally woke up from an extremely long dream...

Gala opened his eyes faintly, as if he was awake from a tired and long dream. On the top of his head was a familiar bright yellow curtain, and the tassels of the same color hung with the wind swaying gently under the golden hook, as if someone was calling her.

In the blurry sight, I saw the palace maid standing on both sides of His Highness wearing a long skirt with her cuffs and standing with her head down. A woman walked towards her and helped her up. Where is she? Is Hanzhang Palace? Isn't she dead? Where is Guang'er? Gala was a little confused. She raised her arms and held her forehead lazy and looked up at the person who came.

"Madam, are you awake? Are you getting better?" Hua Fan asked softly. Galo saw the person clearly and was shocked. Subconsciously, he struggled from her hand. His head was still in great pain, and his body shook for a moment, almost falling down. Hua Fan exclaimed and hurriedly caught her.

Drawing fan? Drawing fan! Then she? In an instant, a lot of memories returned to her brain. She, she was so confused just now, and Yang Jian had already attacked Chang'an? "Lord, where is the lord?" She was held on the couch by Drawing fan, and asked in a low voice.

Huafan didn't know why his wife was so weird just now, but she still held a cup of clear water and handed it to her, and replied, "Just just now, the messenger from Yuwen Zhao has arrived, the Lord went to the ceremony to see him." Garo drank the water, slapped, and slowly raised his head: "What did you say?"

Hua Fan looked at her strangely: "Madam, what's wrong with you? The lord saw Yuwen Zhao's messenger at the ceremony." As he said that, he pinched the corner of her quilt to prevent the wind from blowing in. Garo accidentally knocked over the water cup. The warm water flowed down from the silk quilt and dripped onto the quilt in an instant. "Oh!" Hua Fan exclaimed and quickly pulled out the veil to wipe it off.
Chapter completed!