Just like thirty years ago, she was exactly the same when she first met her. Yun Chan was always by her side in her previous life, and I don’t know how Yun Chan was going after she left. This lost and regained relationship made her spirit suddenly excited, but made Yun Chan very strange, and even looked at Gala with some fear.

"Where have you been? Why did I send someone to find you?" She asked. Yunchan lowered her head and replied, "Madam, I have been serving in Lingfeng Palace before. Later, after being captured in Northern Zhou Dynasty, I was assigned to Qiqing Palace to serve. Today, Japan is not a job for me. Because of the busy manpower, I transferred me here to serve me."

"Qi Qing Palace?" This is a temple dedicated to ancestors in all dynasties. Gala looked at Huafan: "Have you sent someone to find him?" Huafan nodded: "I heard from my wife's instructions to go to Lingfeng Palace to find him first, but the people who came back said that they had never seen Miss Yunchan. Later, they summoned people from various palaces, and they all replied that they had never heard of him."

"Huh?" Yunchan shook her head and said, "But I was really serving Concubine Shu in Lingfeng Palace before..." She glanced at Gala: "No, no, it's Concubine Rebellion. If the lady doesn't believe it, she can send someone to ask Xiaoling of Lingfeng Palace. Zhou Yan, Lingshan and others can testify."

Gala lowered his head, flicked his eyelashes, and his eyes were as dark as a layer of ink. She smiled and said, "It's okay, the past is over. Why bother asking these indifferent people again? "And then patting Yunchan's hand: "You can serve with me in the future, and you don't have to go to Qiqing Palace to serve again."

Yunchan didn't know why she was so fond of Gala, but she nodded according to the words. Only the painting fan understood the key, and she looked like she wanted to speak but stopped. After a long time, she still said intermittently: "But, it's just a wife, who is the lord?" In Chang'an, who has more power than the wife?

The answer was self-evident in everyone's heart. Gala smiled at the corner of his mouth, but a trace of warmth was lost in her eyes. She sighed: "My lord will not reject me." Hua Fan was puzzled, but he stopped talking. Walking from Xianyang to the suburbs, Zhuque Street, which was wide in the sixteenth chariot, was restricted, and only their team moved silently.

Along the way, Gala asked Yunchan a lot of things, and Yunchan also answered them one by one. However, she did not have the sharp and straightforward personality after the end, and she was still the embarrassment and restraint of meeting someone for the first time. This is the disadvantage of reunion. Old friends did not know each other, only she understood and knew each other's past. Perhaps this was what Yang Jian called loneliness. The poorest of them was only familiar with each other. The marching team was not fast, so they could only seek stability.

It took them two hours to get to Hashixia. The soldiers camped and set up camp, ignited smoke from cooking, and the aroma of the food spread throughout the camp. The smell was very fragrant and filled the stomach but made people feel no appetite. From Chang'an to Xianyang, from Xianyang to Hashixia, the entire army went from high fighting spirit to a state of sluggishness now.

Except for generals, many people were lazy, as if their strength had been pulled away. Gala sat on the window, packed his clothes and looked out. The sky became dark, no more than the lively capital of Xianyang. It was filled with cold mist. It could see the magnificent sunset, towering trees, and vast world.

The sky is high and the earth is wide, that's what I said. After packing up the tent, he ate a bowl of thick rice porridge with the soldiers. When he saw the soldiers carrying boxes of wooden boxes into the tent next to him, Li Delin and Yang Jian watched, and the two gathered together and were talking about something.

The two strong men were still a little struggling to carry a box. Wherever they walked, there were pairs of footprints on the ground. "What would it be?" Hua Fan said to himself. Gala said, "It should be a book." "Huh?" Hua Fan shook his head: "It should be a jewelry and jade, maybe, maybe gold nuggets?" "Then let's make a bet?"

As he was talking, Yang Jian was also looking at them, and then left Li Delin and walked towards them. He met Sun Simiao halfway. Sun Simiao was carrying the medicine, but he was still cold and proud, and handed him a bowl of thick medicine juice lukewarmly. It turned out that the lord saw Doctor Mo.

Painting fan smiled softly. Yang Jian came in with the medicine soup. Yun Chan hurried to put the curtain on it, but he didn't know if it was his hand slipping or because of the first time he saw Yang Jian, the curtain was lifted and fell on Yang Jian's helmet, and the medicine soup almost splashed out. He looked at Yun Chan and frowned and turned cold.

Galo walked over and helped him with the curtain again, asking, "What boxes did Mr. Sun move?" Seeing that it was her, Yang Jian was inconvenient to get angry, so he handed the medicine to the maid behind him, blocking her back and said, "It's a book." In front of so many people, this action was too open and upright.

Gala blushed slightly and quietly pulled his hand down his waist, but he didn't expect Yang Jian to hold it faster, and he hugged it tighter. Everyone lowered their heads, and they smiled and looked up with a smile. Yang Jian handed the medicine soup to her: "Wait while it's hot, drink it."

Galo picked it up, a spicy and pungent waist circumference came to his nose, and he was already sick before he could drink it. He quickly pinched her nose and sent the medicine. Half of it was already the limit. She pushed open the medicine bowl and held her chest to take a deep breath. The medicine juice seemed to be still in her throat and was about to vomit out in an instant.

Yang Jian was faster than her. He had already grabbed her neck and pushed the medicine down. He waited until she swallowed it all before taking a plum into her mouth. The sweet and sour taste was hard to resist the strange smell. Gala suspected that Sun Simiao was taking revenge on her, but he did not dare to say it. Yang Jian probably couldn't listen to anything he said now, and might even say that she was thinking randomly.

Alas, men's thoughts are always no more delicate than women. Yun Chan poured a glass of water and knelt in front of her to rinse her mouth. Galo still felt soreness in her mouth, and Yang Jian could not eat it any longer. Seeing her like this, Yang Jian shook his head, hugged her and leaned against the cushion, as if he remembered something and smiled with her: "Do you know that Li Delin almost moved all the books in the yamen just now?"

"Ah?" She exclaimed. The books were too vast, even ordinary people could not finish reading them all their lives. "I'm lying to you." He gently stroked her nose and smiled: "He accepted the laws and regulations and books collected by the Prime Minister and the Censor's Office, and mastered all the information on the country's mountains and rivers and counties."

After a pause, he said, "It is really a rare left and right hand for me, Li Delin." "A good bird breaks the wood and rests." She said softly. Both of them understood the following words. The handover between Yang Jian and Yu Wenzhao was particularly smooth. He crawled on the ground in the Qinzheng Hall, offering the emperor's sword and tourmaline, and his attitude of surrender was low to the dust.

Only Gala saw the leaping fire in his eyes. Yang Jian would never give up until he achieved his goal. He would never allow anyone to overtake him. After Yuwen was recruited into the Central Palace, he chose to find the Imperial Heavenly Prison and was scheduled to ascend the throne on February 15th half a month later.

Yang Jian had already rebelled in Xianyang in his previous life, so he could not see Yuwen Zhao ascend the throne. The situation in this life has changed. Today's sunshine is warm, and it is clearly in the middle of winter, but I don't know how the palace ladies prepared it, but the entire palace was filled with a sea of ​​flowers.

Gala stood under the hall, looking up at Yuwenzhao, who was in the throne ceremony as Princess Zhong. He was wearing a twelve-chapter costume and a nine-dragon jade bead crown, step by step towards the peak of power in this life. Below were his military advisor, his adviser, his confidant, his general, and his enemies...

Gallo saw his ending through the clear sky and through his back. The emperor sword pierced his chest, and the bright blood flowed out along his black armor like a rushing stream. His eyes were shocked, angry and sad. It was the destination of the loser.

"The Emperor Xiaode ordered that the King of Ying Lu Huan be brave and good at fighting, and the Sharp should not be specially named King of Jin and Lu; the Duke of Qi Zhang Buzhi and brave and made contributions to the country, he was specially named King of Yong and Zhao; the Duke of Sui Yang Jian was loyal and brave, and Xiaoyi was specially named King of Zhong and Shu..." The loud voices of officials of the Sili Department continued to echo over the hall. The memorials of the officials who promoted the title fell like snowflakes.

Gala followed the wife and knelt beside Yang Jian. "I thank the emperor for his kindness, my emperor will be happy forever for thousands of years." The thank you voice became even more magnificent, and the heavens heard. Yuwen Zhao stood beside the bronze tripod on the top stairs, and Ang Tian laughed. Gala and Yang Jian looked at each other and helped each other up, beside him was the King of Jin and King Yong.

Although he was a cunning man, he kept his eyebrows down, but his hands holding the imperial edict were all tightly held. The three kings of different surnames all had a bitter cold border, and the three places were mutually supportive and restrained each other. Even faster, the Sili Department issued a second edict, and the three places assigned prime ministers to supervise the kings, using his eyes to curb the kings' journey, and openly inserted their confidants in various places. Such wisdom and viciousness can only be imagined.

Yang Jian smiled and thanked everyone. After Emperor Shuntian first entered the palace, his eyes fell on Guan Bo behind him. The handsome adviser, who was only in his thirties, seemed to sense something. He turned around and his eyes fell on Yang Jian.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Yang Jian took a step back and bowed to him. When he looked up again, Guan Bo had already entered the hall. Such a talented man was so arrogant... Yang Jian lowered his head, and his smile gradually emerged from the corner of his mouth.

.The news of the ban on Shu was soon passed back to the military camp. The soldiers were furious. Su Wei had already brought the bow and arrow and rolled up his sleeves to find Emperor Shuntian to reason. He was stopped by Li Delin who rushed over. He asked, "Where is General Su?" "Li Delin, don't stop me! I want to reason with that bullshit Emperor Shuntian!"

He was very angry and pushed Li Delin's hand away, and then rushed out. Li Delin ran up and shouted angrily: "You are so reasonable! Just bringing a sharp weapon into the palace like this, you will be shot and killed in just ten steps!"

Gala was drinking medicine in the hall, and Sun Simiao stood beside her. Yang Jian went to Chang'an to report his work today, and he was about to pull out the camp and enter Shu soon. She heard the quarrel outside and walked out. Su Weizheng was furious: "You can tolerate it, but the ministers will soon endure it as a turtle!"
Chapter completed!