Gala had already lifted the quilt and ran out barefoot. "Madam." Before the sound of Huafan fell, Gala rolled ten steps from the steps alone. After three days and three nights, he recovered from illness, and his whole body was weak and weak. After running a few steps, his feet became weak and weak. A corner of the sternum was out of the quilt, which made her numb. Huafan and others hurriedly helped her up.

Gala's face was pale, and after feeding a few sips of water, the breath gradually calmed down. "Madam, do you want Doctor Xuan?" She shook her head, stood up with the force of the painting fan, and said weakly: "Prepare to chase... to Chang'anmen." "Huh?" But the lord was in Qinzheng Hall. Gala narrowed his eyes and sat on the mat: "Hurry."

"Yes." Huafan rushed back quickly, and while asking someone to prepare for the chasing, he asked someone to inform the lord. As soon as the sedan chair was ready, a small yellow gate had already run in, panting and shouting in a sharp voice: "Aunt Qiu, Mr. Sui is not in Qinzheng Hall." "Where have you gone?" Gala walked out of Hanzhang Hall when he heard the sound, and had already changed his skirt and leaned against the door.

Xiaohuangmen was shocked to see the visitor and knelt down quickly: "Go back, go back to his wife, Mrs. Sui just left Qinzheng Hall and followed Yuwen Zhao's messenger out of the palace to the palace in the canyon of Xinfeng, Yuwen Zhao, who was in the canyon." Gala took a few steps back. As expected, it was exactly the same as in his previous life, and there was no way to avoid the trip to Xinfeng. Yuwen Zhao would set up a celebration banquet to hunt Yang Jian.

Gala got into a sedan chair and chased him: "Chang'anmen." He carried the sedan chair from six yellow gates and ran to Chang'anmen quickly. "Where has Mr. Sui?" She asked along the way. "Just just passed Heze Gate." "Yongshou Gate." "I passed Linhua Gate!"...

The little yellow gates came to report one after another, and soldiers guarded the long scrolls. The whole Chang'an was in a quiet and tense atmosphere. Huafan looked at Gala who was catching up with him from time to time, and felt a little worried. He passed the last Yongchang Gate. Gala saw Yang Jian's figure directly in front of him.

"Hurry, go and stop the lord." Garo slapped the sedan chair and said anxiously. "Yes." The yellow gate ran away. Seeing the heavy Chang'an gate slowly opened, a group of people were about to gallop out. Garo got out of the sedan chair and ran away.

The robe was blown by the wind behind her, and the gray and black night gradually fell on top of her head. Behind her, there were also a row of palace maids from the yellow gate running quickly. "Lord!" Garo shouted at the top of his lungs. A group of people rushed through Chang'an Gate. Yang Jian looked back and saw her squatting on the ground. He saw her.

But soon the gate of Chang'an Gate was slowly closed again, isolating their sight. Galo grabbed his skirt and ran forward again. "Madam!" Hua Fan and others followed behind and chased her. She ran up the city tower. The thirty-six feet high, and the cold wind was howling through her body.

Gala stood on the top of the city tower, and the light cavalry had passed the Suzaku Avenue far away, and the entire Xianyang, which was well-connected, stood at her feet. "Lord-----" she shouted. Yang Jian had already left far away and had long been unable to hear it. Gala stood on the tiled wall and looked into the distance. The wind blew her eyes so hard that she closed her eyes.

The turbulent scene of that year seemed to be still in front of you. Yang Jian first entered Chang'an, seized the Emperor's Sword and Tourmaline, and his achievements were so great that he could not stay. Yuwen Zhao killed Yang Jian to Bashu with an army of 580,000. They died and injured countless times, and Yang Jian almost died under the Li Kejian.

Gala lowered her head and smiled, her eyes straight towards his far away back, and she whispered: "You must be careful." The wind blew her robe rustled. Hua Fan and others chased after her breathlessly: "Husband, madam..." Gala opened her eyes, turned around, and put the cold wind blew behind her ears, and smiled at her: "Thank you for your hard work."

Pai Fan leaned over and exhaled a heavy breath: "Madam, be careful not to get sick again." As she said that, she took the cloak from the palace maid's hand, tied it on her shoulder, and touched her head again. Fortunately, it didn't get burned. Galo held her hand: "It's okay, it's just a cold." She couldn't get sick anymore: "Follow me and tidy up the cage."

"Yes!" The painting fan jumped. Chang'an was so beautiful. It was just one, two years, ten years, and countless people could not finish watching every day! If she had one or two rare treasures, fighting beasts and birds, she would be satisfied. Gala stopped down the city tower, turned around and asked suddenly: "You go and check if there is a palace maid named Yun Chan in Lingfeng Palace."

"Hmm?" Huafan looked at her in confusion, and Gala continued, "Bring her to see me." "Well, yes." They went down the city tower, Gala closed her sleeves and looked at the budding plum blossoms that were snuggling in the palace. A single branch was unique. "There is a famous Li Ji among the Emperors of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Have you ever seen it?" Gala asked.

Hua Fan's brows jumped, his hands were inserted into the sleeves with cramps, and he lowered his head: "Madam, what Li Ji? I have never seen it." "Hmm?" Gala turned around. Hua Fan said: "At that time, the war was in chaos, and I took care of my wife, so why not ask the palace servants who served the emperor before to ask."

Gala nodded: "Yes, go and call." "Yes." Huafan slowly retreated, and he let out a sigh of relief when he reached the door. He wiped his forehead and sweated. When the cold wind blew, his whole body was so cold. "Go, go and call Qiu Qi beside Li Ji to come and ask." She ordered. "Yes." The little yellow door retreated.

Huafan quietly explored into the hall. The night fell, and the light shone in the room, but the one on the throne couldn't see the expression of the wife through the gauze curtain. It seemed to be far away, but it seemed to be very close. Did the wife know something? Huafan asked herself quietly in her heart.

She was guarding outside, and soon she saw the palace maid coming out. The palace maid was very surprised when she saw her. "Qu, Aunt Qiu..." The painting fan looked inside: "What did the lady tell you to do?" The palace maid hesitated for a while, and under her sharp eyes, she said timidly: "Poison, Poison Dove." A thunder sounded up on the ground, and a strong wind blew, causing the lights in the palace to turn light and dark.

Hua Fan looked at her, and saw the lady in the Qing Palace sitting on the screen, playing with a jade ring with her slender hands, her face focused and indifferent... A chill that was even more powerful than before suddenly invaded her whole body. Qiu Qi walked into Hanzhang Hall uneasy. The gate of the side hall was open, and a veil was blowing in the wind. Seeing Hua Fan standing at the door, she hurried forward a few steps. Just as she was about to shout, Hua Fan had lowered her head and glanced at somewhere else.

"Madam, Qiu Qi, the palace maid who served Li Ji, has arrived." The palace maid outside the door shouted. Jialuo lifted the curtain and came out with a bamboo slip. When Qiu Qi saw her, he immediately knelt down without saying a word, followed her with a fan, and watched silently. "Get up." Jialuo raised his hand and sat behind the desk. Qiu Qi stood up uneasily. "Are you serving Li Ji in person?" she asked.

Qiu Qi paused for a while: "Yes." "Where is Li Ji now? I heard that she was moving to Xianyang, so I really wanted to see her." The hall was very loud, and her voice was very small, but her penetration was extremely strong. Qiu Qi's knees softened and he hurriedly knelt down. A jade ring on his body hit the marble floor.

She didn't dare to feel distressed when she lowered her head and said, "I don't know, I have never seen the princess again after the Chang'an Rebellion." "Oh?" Gala walked down the palace and bent down. Qiu Qi didn't dare to look up, but saw a pair of white and almost transparent hands picking up the broken jade ring.

Gala smiled and said, "The jade ring is made of the best Lantian jade, and it cannot be worn by princes and nobles." Qiu Qiqiu saw Gala staring at her and hurriedly lowered his head. Gala's face darkened, and his words turned around and asked sternly: "Where are you a little palace maids with such valuable items! You must have taken advantage of the Chang'an Rebellion and took the opportunity to steal it!"

"No, no, no!" Qiu Qi waved his hand in a hurry and looked at Hua Fan: "This is what the Emperor Ji gave to me, not me, not me, not me." Hua Fan held his hands and lowered his head, as if he didn't see it. "Come." "Yes." The palace maid stepped forward to respond to Qiu Qi's panic: "Madam, Madam."

She climbed to Gala's feet and raised her head: "Madam, I dare not commit fraud. If the lady doesn't believe it, you can ask other palace maids beside the Emperor to testify. What I say is not false." "Oh?" Gala looked down. "Yes, yes." Qiu Qi seemed to see hope: "Madam, go check it."

Gala slowly shook his head: "You have been in good relationships with those palace maids all day long, but who knows if you are colluding with each other?" She paused for a moment, Qiu Qi shook his head with tears in her eyes, and then she continued to say slowly: "I have a good way to prove it to you." "Madam." Qiu Qi asked anxiously.

"Since it was given to you by Li Ji, she would just say it." The candlesticks blowing in the house were light and dark, and a barbarian riding lamp was blown out by the wind. Gala turned sideways, half hidden into the darkness, and only a faint candlelight cast a layer of darkness on her side.

Qiu Qixu softened his body, lowered his head, and dodged his eyes. Finally, he looked at the Huafan beside him. Gala also looked at the Huafan, and his eyes flashed intricately. The Huafan stood with a long body, and his figure was a little stiff. Qiu Qi hesitated for a while and gritted his teeth: "I really don't know where the Emperor's Princess has gone." The person who was responsible in the palace for private robbery of finance will be punished for his crimes.

A jade ring was thirty years old. "Did you confess?" Gala asked. Qiu Qi cried and shook his head: "Madam, Madam believes in me, I really didn't steal the property from the palace." Gala sighed indefinitely, took out a gourd jade bottle from her sleeve and threw it at her feet: "This is the poisonous poison."

Qiu Qi looked up in disbelief, and the tears on his face had not dried yet. "If you know where Li Ji is, you will never die." She whispered. "I, I..." Qiu Qi picked up the gourd jade bottle with a lot of trembling like a sieve. She pulled out the stopper and smelled a scent of medicine. Gala squatted down and held her hand: "This bottle was originally for Li Ji."

Qiu Qi's tears flowed out. Galuo said again: "The Northern Zhou Dynasty is gone, she is no longer the imperial concubine. If you die, it will be in vain. Who will take care of your family?" Qiu Qi shook his head tremblingly, looking in the direction of Huafan. If she does not die, her tribe members will die. Qiu Qi gritted his teeth, raised his hand and swallowed it with his head.
Chapter completed!