"Wow——" The group of people pulled their horses in a very consistent manner and dismounted. The sound of armor emitted a solemn and cold breath in the cold wind. Men about eight feet tall knelt down to her and kowtowed: "Madam Changle Wuji!" Yang Jian stepped forward and held her hand, frowned slightly: "Why are you so cold?" Before he finished speaking, he had already taken off his cloak and slapped it on her.

Galo looked at his hand on his shoulder and smiled brightly: "I'm in a hurry to come out and wait for you, I forgot." "Will they forget?" The voice was filled with displeasure, and the palace maids tightened their backs and knelt down one after another.

"You forgot, you just captured Chang'an." Gala held his hand with his back. He had been emperor for thirty years and was extremely harsh against the palace people. It is often said that the Northern Zhou Dynasty was long in the deep palace and was destroyed by women. Therefore, the palace punishment was punished by the palace. The light was carried out in prison, and the worst was killed. The military used the means of a soldier to control the entire harem.

The two hugged each other and went up the steps. Yang Jian turned to Li Delin and said, "You packed up and waited for me in Qinzheng Hall." "Yes." Looking at them returning on horseback, Garo asked, "It's so late, do you still need a parliament?" "Yes." "Have your fever subsided?" Yang Jian touched her forehead and put it down before he could not. "I've retreated a long time ago, and I have eaten a bowl of porridge."

"Just go away. You have been burning for three days and three nights. How about you being stupid? You are not in good health. Next time you must be careful not to get wet in the rain." He explained trivially. Galo gradually stopped and his mouth felt sore and bitter. "What's wrong?" He looked back at her. Galo extended his hand to him: "I'm tired, you carry me on your back."

"Hmm?" Yang Jian looked at her in confusion, but also squatted down: "Come on." Garo smiled and covered his huge and solid back. "When it rained, we went to the countryside to do farm work. The road was muddy and difficult to walk through a stream. I was carrying you." Yang Jian said: "But you seem to be much lighter."

"No light." Gala smiled and leaned on his warm back. The mountain road was hard to walk, and it rained heavily. They dared to go up the mountain in the middle of the night, but they were afraid that the vegetables would be washed by the heavy rain. This guard often lasted for more than ten hours. He used to be really nice to himself. There were 50 steps in total, and he walked very steadily at one step.

"Have you used anything but a bowl of porridge in the evening?" Yang Jian asked. Galo shook his head: "Waiting for you to come back." "Have Galo still not changed this habit for so many years?" "I have never forgotten it." She said. The two of them were silent for a long time, their thoughts were lingering in their hearts. It was hard to tell what it felt like, but they were drowned at their feet one by one.

The cold wind was blowing violently, and his hair was blown to her face, itchy. Galo held it for him, hugged his neck tightly, and let the cloak wrap them around. After a while, she said in a depressed voice: "Your Majesty, the Chongde Palace caught fire after you left." He paused and moved again. "Will it be an ominous sign?" "I'm very scared."

She asked continuously, and the soft and sticky breathing of the nose wings harassed his naked skin. Yang Jian's stiff heart felt a kind of softness again. "Don't be afraid, it won't happen again." "Hmm." Garo nodded and smiled, not reaching his eyes, with a cold of ice.

Finally, he walked to Hanzhang Hall. The warm earth dragon heat came to his face. The gorgeous lanterns swayed in the wind. Yang Jian put down her and entered the hall together. He took off his helmet, sword, armor, changed into regular clothes, and put his hair in a mess. Galo washed the frostbite on his hands with warm water. The palace maid had already brought it to dinner, and a pot of ginseng and chicken soup was placed in the center.

Yang Jian sat down, Hua Fan scooped a bowl of it and knelt in front of him. He looked at her and took it: "Get back, Su Wei is waiting for you at home." Hua Fan looked at Gala who was walking towards her. "Go." Gala waved his hand and smiled. "Yes." When she was about to retreat to the gate of the palace, Gala suddenly shouted: "Wait." Everyone looked at her.

"Su Wei loves to drink, so let him get the cold." Garo said, asking the palace maid to bring the wine with her. She sent the painting fan outside. The cold wind blew the two of them and stood on the fifty steps. The night was like a monster with teeth and five claws that was about to swallow them. Garo tidied her collar and said carelessly: "I want to know where Li Ji is."

It had just rained and the weather was so wet. The whole palace seemed to be soaked in water. How could it catch fire easily? Huafan looked at her and looked at Yang Jian in the hall. Her eyes were already clear. She bent down and said with firmness: "Yes, madam." "Madam." The palace maid came out: "Mr. Sui asked you to come in." "Go." Gala smiled and stepped into the hall calmly. "Gara." Yang Jian looked back at her.

Gala reached out to him, and their hands were tightly entangled. Baidu searched for "Are you tired?" She sat beside him and looked at him gently. Yang Jian smiled and touched her frowning brow: "What's wrong to hurt you?" Gala was stunned, lowered his head and touched his eyebrows with a smile. He had already changed into a smile and buried his thoughts, but he didn't want to fall into his eyebrows and pour out his heart.

The most taboo in the deep palace was to show emotions of joy and anger. She pulled down his hand and placed it on her side face and rubbed it gently: "Today I have been worried about you all day. I am afraid you didn't hand over the Emperor's Sword and Tourmaline." In the last life, Yang Jian exposed his ambition too early for these two things and ran away. "Have you asked Yuwen?" she asked again.

"Yeah." Yang Jian nodded, and a chill flashed quickly in his eyes: "But sooner or later, I will return to my hands." Garo smiled: "Is Yuwen Zhao still that young?" I haven't seen him for thirty years. Seeing his mortal enemy again must be a very emotional thing, she thought. "It's still like that." Yang Jian frowned: "It's very ugly."

His rare evaluation of foreign trade was that his mouth was so bad that it made people angry and funny. Gala poured him a cup of wine and handed it over. He drank it all in one gulp, picked up a sip of fish, nodded to signal her to continue pouring the wine. A palace maid came in and bowed to spread the word: "Duke Sui, Madam, Gao Bing Zhou Zhongjuan, ask for a meeting." "It's so late?" Gala looked at him.

Yang Jian stood up suddenly: "Come on!" "Huh?" "Gala, I want to give you a big gift!" He laughed heartily, pulled her up and ran out. He only saw Gao Feng coming in with a gray man, lifting the man's collar, and stepping aside, kneeling and bowing to them: "Lord, Sun Simiao has found it!"

After Gala looked carefully, he found that the ragged and ragged person on the ground was the one she knew Sun Simiao? And it was Sun Simiao who was thirty years ago. He was covered in black hair, his eyes were frightened, and he was cautious. "Sir, please get up quickly." Yang Jian came forward and helped him up in person.

Sun Simiao hurriedly hid to the side, stood up, and patted the dust on his body. "Sir, I was frightened." Yang Jian leaned over and bowed. Sun Simiao looked at Gao Yang, then looked at Yang Jian, hummed and straightened his waist, his face full of disdain, and proudly raised his head and looked at the sky outside.

When Gao Yang saw this, he immediately glared: "You boy!" He raised his arms. Sun Simiao hurriedly raised his hand to block it. He had been stopped by Yang Jian: "Gao Yang must not be rude." As he said that, he pulled Gala to Sun Simiao, bowed deeply to him, and said respectfully: "Sir, don't blame me for being rude, my wife and I are here to apologize." Gala Yingying leaned over and bowed.

Sun Simiao remained silent, closed his eyes and turned his back to them. "I invited the teacher to come today to regulate Zhujing. I hope he can give me advice." Yang Jian said with a good temper.

After waiting for a long time, Sun Simiao said coldly: "I dare not." "Mr. I was frightened." "Hmph." Yang Jian looked at Gao Yang, and Gao Yang shrugged his shoulders, opened his arms, and said aggrievedly: "I used to invite you to you with kind words, but Mr. Mo scolded the traitor and refused to follow him, so he had no choice but to tie him up." "Why don't you reimburse me quickly and you're not right?"

Gao Bing had to reluctantly step forward and bow to Sun Simiao: "Sir, a lot of sir." Sun Simiao narrowed his eyes and opened a slit. The villain glanced at it with a hint of inaccurate smile on his lips. Gala saw it all, but he didn't know his personality, but he just ate hard or soft.

When Yang Jian found him, she had to deal with it first, so she was more obedient. However, some of the things I saw today were so bad. "Sitting." A palace maid brought two stools and desk tables, followed Gao Yang's soldiers in to open Sun Simiao's box and took out the piping pillow. Gala sat one of them and looked up at him. Sun Simiao glanced over.

"Zhujing has been in poor health since childhood. My husband and I wanted to ask for another child, but I have not come out for many years. I hope that Mr. Zhujing's disease will be cured. I will thank Jin for it." Yang Jian said anxiously. He stepped forward and pulled Sun Simiao's sleeve. Sun Simiao pulled out angrily: "I only treat orthodox people, not ganging with evil people!" Yang Jian twitched his veins hard.

"Who is the evil person? The Duke of Sui followed the will of heaven and overthrew the chaotic government of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. This was a contribution to the country and to the people!" Gao Jin refuted. "I am a slander. I don't know what kind of country and people are, but I only know how to serve my king!" Gala asked: "Sir, do you refuse to govern?" "I will never obey!" He raised his eyebrows.

"Okay." Gala smiled and leaned over to him and bowed to him: "The saint said that poverty and humbleness cannot be moved, wealth cannot be lustful, and power cannot be defeated. If the sir is not satisfied with my husband, wouldn't it be a force to force me?" Yang Jian knew what she was going to say, walked over and stood beside her, pressed her shoulder, and shook his head.

Gala patted his hand and looked at her comfortably. Sun Simiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "You, what do you want?" "I don't want it." She smiled and said, "I just wish to be a beautiful person." She stood up and said, "Come." Huangmen entered. "Put up Doctor Mo and instruct General Su to execute his execution!"

"Yes." Three or two yellow doors stepped forward to lock Sun Simiao's left and right hands. Sun Simiao struggled and shouted in horror: "You can't, you can't treat me like this!" "Sir, don't be afraid, General Su's knife is extremely sharp, and he will never let him feel a trace of pain.

The head fell to the ground, and maybe you would blink, and the blood hit three feet high! Use your blood to fulfill your ambitions." Garo smiled. His knees suddenly softened, and he surrendered to the ground and couldn't walk. He ran into the two yellow gates and raised him up. "Poisonous woman! You poisonous woman! I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"
Chapter completed!