Sun Simiao cried out and his body collapsed. "Don't you drag it away?" Garo shouted. He dragged it straight outside the Hanzhang Palace gate. Sun Simiao grabbed the door panel and shouted in shock: "I'll treat it! Can't I treat it?" Garo breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. Yang Jian was also looking at her. He stepped forward and held her hands. "It's still a wife who has a solution."

Gala smiled. She and Sun Simiao have been with him for so many years. Do you still understand what habits he is? He is soft but not hard, and can only use hard tricks. Sun Simiao has too many weaknesses. He values ​​money and orthodoxism, but as long as he encounters life, everything can be left behind. And she also prefers to talk to such people.

Simple. Sun Simiao was frightened and cried, his legs collapsed at the door, and he was carried in by the yellow door to sit down. Garo pulled his cuffs, revealing his snow-white wrist on the pillow. Sun Simiao sobbed and put on her pulse. After a while, his brows slowly frowned. He raised his head to look at her complexion and shook his head. "How?" Yang Jian asked. "Mrs.'s pulse was greatly damaged..." He looked calmly: "It's a disease caused by overwork and was hit by cold air. If his vitality is damaged, he may not give birth again."

Sun Simiao's words were like a thunder in the ground, which made everyone dizzy. "Is there a cure?" Yang Jian asked. Sun Simiao looked at him unhappily and said slowly: "If I can't cure it, then no one in the world can cure it!" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Yang Jian smiled and said, "Sir, please prescribe medicine."

As he said that, Xiaohuangmen approached and bowed to take Sun Simiao to the study to prescribe medicine. Sun Simiao said, "What's the use of being anxious now? This body damage is too great and cannot be cured overnight." "Then..." "It will take at least one month to treat temporarily, but it is best to give birth to a child after half a year.

Otherwise, the fetus would most likely bring the mother's cold air and hurt the heart and lungs." He shook his head: "This body is not good, and you still have to take care of it. It's better to avoid sexual intercourse within one month." Sun Simiao spoke very boldly, and Gala's face turned red and turned his back.

Yang Jian was overjoyed and personally helped Sun Simiao get up and bowed: "Mr. Huanlao has been conditioning his body for Zhujing for a while. If there are any medicinal herbs in need, he will definitely be able to collect them for him." "Of course I have to search for you!" Sun Simiao didn't buy it, patted the sleeves he had been holding, and said to Gala who turned around: "Look at your woman, you are not the most beautiful, but your heart is the most vicious. How can you let your husband treat you?"

The second half of the passage was said to Yang Jian: "If I were you, I would have divorced such a shrew!" He was still the thing that Gala threatened him before holding a grudge, and used his eyes for an eye for an eye for an teeth for an tooth. Gala turned his head and smiled at Yang Jian. Yang Jian was shocked: "Mr. I have never known Zhu Jing, and I don't know that Zhu Jing is a gentle person. It is a blessing to get the next good wife next time.

I also asked the teacher to take a closer look. If I gave birth to Lin's son, I would like to thank him at a large sum of money in the future." Sun Simiao stared at Gala for a while and curled his lips: "Don't lie to me. Although I am a doctor, I have learned facial techniques from my master for several years.

Although she is a woman, her eyes are too strong and not inferior to those of a great man. One day she will be a cruel and ruthless person. You are not sure what you said is gentle." She said to herself, "But this is your family and has nothing to do with me. I'll wait for your heavy money to thank you! Let's go." Gao Yang then bowed to the two and went out.

It was not until no one was around that Gala asked him: "I have never seen the patience of my lord?" Yang Jian was the one who despised the study the most, and the doctor could also half-receive it. Yang Jian pulled her down and continued to eat the dinner just now: "If I am not polite to him, how about he will take revenge on you?"

Speaking of this, he pondered for a while: "I think it's better to ask an emergency doctor to follow him and be wary of any abnormal movements." Gala thought for a while and shook his head: "I don't need to see. Sun Simiao is extremely noble and proud. He has always been proud of his medical skills. If he intentionally makes things difficult for me, wouldn't he smash his sign? If he asks someone to follow him all the time, he is afraid that he will be rebellious and will not be able to treat him."

She knew Sun Simiao's temperament well and knew how to adapt to the hair. "It's still thoughtful as the wife." Yang Jian wrapped her slender hands with emotion: "Gala, if you give birth to a Lin'er for me, I will always take him around, teach and raise him personally."

This is the longest companionship. Chen'er, Guang'er has never done it. Gala held his big palm with his back hand, and his heart was touched, but he didn't know how to speak. He could only use thousands of words into a wine and handed it to him: "Lord, I will keep my words today in mind every day, and I hope that the lord will not forget these words."

Yang Jian drank it in one gulp, and the two looked at each other, and they were already talking. It was cold in winter and the food came to a while. Yang Jian was not full, so Galo cooked for her and cooked the birthday noodles. After coming out of the kitchen, a small yellow door came to report: "Madam, the lord and several generals are discussing affairs in the front hall." Galo paused and looked at the face held by the palace maid.

He stewed it with an old duck soaked in wine, and the steaming smell of the wine was stewed. He looked up at the sky again. The full moon was about to set, and there was a slight white light in the sky. He asked again: "When is it?" "It's already ugly." Xiaohuangmen replied, asking again: "Do you want to bring it in here?" Garo shook his head: "No, take it for Mr. Mo." "Mr. is afraid he has fallen asleep."

Yes, Gala held her forehead: "Look at my memory, see who you gave me to." She walked forward a few steps and turned around: "If the lord asks, I will say I'm going to rest." "Yes." The little yellow door nodded and sent her away. The night was as bright as ice, and the frost fell to white grass and trees, iced, and dry and curled branches.

The night was very long and so short, and it passed quickly. In the dream, Gala dreamed that a tiger talisman fell into her arms and fell in half. Yang Jian looked at her with his eyebrows and asked her for it, but she couldn't take it out, so she stomped her feet in a hurry. It was not until she was woken up that she rubbed her eyes and got up, and there was a dazzling sunlight outside the window.

Still in a daze, she asked, "When is it?" Yang Jian grabbed the clothes and handed them to her: "Shi Shi, I heard that your breakfast is useless?" Gala shook his head and said, "I don't remember." He was too sleepy last night and fell asleep as soon as he lay down. "Gala, we are going to move out of Chang'an and live outside Xianyang City. Yuwenzhao is about to enter the palace."

He held her hand and raised his forehead. The palace maid hurried forward to get dressed. Galo rubbed his eyes and looked at Yang Jian and asked, "Did you sleep last night?" "No." Gu Jin raised his head and did not raise his head, and he was busy with the important letters. "Where did you put the letter from Lu Huan and Zhang Bu for me?" "The third bookshelf, in the drawer on the right side of the second floor."

Galo looked at the palace maid and stretched her waist. Yang Jian searched for a while, pulled out an envelope and lit it. The letter paper curled quickly when it encountered the fire, turned black, and the red flame was jumping lightly, not affected by Yang Jian's dark face. Galo looked at the fire and stopped. It was not until all the letters were burned into black charcoal and fell to the ground that she came to her senses and shouted outside: "Go and move a stove!"

Yang Jian had already taken out a simple and exquisite wooden box, opened it, and took out all the envelopes tied with thin threads. The yellow door was moving, and a piece of letter had flew into the stove, stirring up the sparks. "It's OK." Galo waved his palace maids and walked into the inner room, asking people to quickly pack the gold, silver and fine softness, but the number of a cage box.

When he came out, Yang Jian was still sitting on the table with burning letters, and there were some papers of unknown details next to him, with dense patterns on them. The flames reflected his firm face. Garo walked over and sat down next to him. Yang Jian glanced at her.

Gala bent down, took the drawings, and put them into flames until the sky was getting brighter, and all the secret letters and drawings were burned out. The palace was covered with smoke and white smoke. Gala opened the window. Li Delin, Su Wei, Li Mu and others had been waiting for a long time outside the window. "Madam." "Madam."

She turned around: "Lord, they are waiting outside the hall." Yang Jian nodded, stood up and packed his armor: "Gala, come and wear a helmet for me." No matter when, he was always used to asking her to wear it before the war, and he once said that it would bring him good luck.

She didn't know if it would bring good luck, but this had become a tacit understanding between the two of them. Yang Jian squatted down and Galo stood on tiptoe. Her heavy helmet was raised and put on. She looked at it, patted the dust that was not even on his body, and said, "Lord, let's go."

Yang Jian stood up, grabbed her little hand with his big hand, and the two started together and walked out of Hanzhang Palace. "Lord." "Brother." He nodded and signaled, turned around, stared at the four big words "Flying Dragon and Phoenix Dance", and said to Gala beside him: "Gala, we will come back here again." Gala lowered his head, smiled, clenched his hand, and the two walked out of the hall together.

Yang Jian stepped on the war horse and raised the flag in front of him. Garo stepped on the wooden bench into the car. A yellow-clothed palace maid lowered her head and bowed her body to hold her hand. She looked back, and the word "Thank you" had not yet expressed her words, her face was full of shock. "You..." Huafan, who was waiting by the car, saw her froze, and hurried over to ask, and her eyes fell on the palace maid's face.

The melon-shaped face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a red lips slightly opened, and his eyes were also looking at Gala with confusion. The yellow-clothed palace maid looked at Gala. But she saw her from surprise and joy, and couldn't help but step onto the wooden bench. Gala was full of questions. Just as she was about to ask, a soldier ran over: "Master, ask what's wrong here?"

Hua Fan said, "It's nothing, you go back." She looked at Yang Jian on the horse, and saw his eyes also falling on the wife and the palace maid. His face was not happy or surprised, but the murderous intent that was passing by quickly for a moment. "Yunchan!" thirty years ago, Gala held her hand, and was so excited that he couldn't control himself. Yunchan looked at her suspiciously, and looked at Hua Fan again. "I saw that the wife didn't kneel down!" Hua Fan scolded.

Yunchan hurriedly pulled out his hand and crawled on the ground: "I pay homage to my wife." Galo quickly helped her up: "No need for vain." The convoy ahead drove away, Galo and others got into the car, and Yunchan was arranged to sit beside her. Galo smiled and touched Yunchan's hair bun: "It seems to be too thin."
Chapter completed!