Yang Jian looked at her and gently pushed her hand. Garo lowered his head. His long eyelashes suffocated and cast a shadow. He opened his mouth and the bitter medicine juice poured in very quickly. Before he could finish a sip, she had already pounced on the edge of the couch and vomited violently. The dirty fog soaked the bedding, mixed with the smell of vomiting.

Yang Jian hurriedly asked the palace servant to bring Qingshui, and stepped forward to help her soft body, Gala pushed his hand away with a loud bang, and the sound stimulated everyone's nerves. "Gala, don't be willful." Yang Jian frowned slightly, stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders, and helped her up.

Gala struggled, and all the medicine was sprinkled on her head while pushing and pulling. Before Yang Jian could hold her back, she had already rolled down the steps. "Ah!" Yun Chan heard the sound coming in Gala rolling and crawling on the ground, her hair was scattered on the cold marble, and the sticky juice dripping dripping.

"Gala!" Yang Jian was obviously scared, so he hurried to help Gala and pushed his arm away again, narrowing his distance from him. The atmosphere in the hall suddenly dropped to freezing point, even breathing made people feel suffocated Yun Chan hurried over. Yang Jian looked at Gala coldly and said weakly: "You go down!"

"Madam" Yun Chan shook her head, her eyes were slightly red, and she said as she could only say the most. Her body was like a grass hit by the rain. She was about to collapse in an instant. Yun Chan looked at her and had to retreat. Other palace servants also went out.

The heavy gate was very quiet inside the hall. Only Yang Jian was walking on the marble. Gala stood up weakly on the floor, swaying and swaying forward. He grabbed her arms and turned her head, and looked at him coldly, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Jian's anger also reached the peak. Gala laughed sarcastically and lowered her head. She didn't know what was wrong with her. "Gala, listen to me, lie on the couch and rest first, and let Sun Simiao make soup later!" Yang Jian tried hard to regulate his temper, enduring that he didn't want to burst out.

"I don't want to take medicine anymore," Garo whispered, sitting in the corner of the couch, he stood and condescendingly: "How can you get better without taking medicine?" "I'm not sick." Her voice suddenly became louder, Yang Jian took a deep breath: "Yes, no one said you are sick, but you have been vomiting now, which is not good for your health!"

Gala lowered her head: "You go and do it, I'll have a rest." "I'll watch you finish taking the medicine." He said that he asked the palace servant to come in and clean up Gala suddenly looked up at him, and his pupils contracted: "Can you let me be alone?" "Gala..."

Gala calmed down, and Yang Jian looked at her with a serious expression. Gala asked, "Can I leave me alone for a while?" Yang Jian had turned around and asked someone to bring the medicine in. The steaming medicine smelled so badly. He took it and brought it to her. Gala's eyes suddenly turned red, staring at him and shut up.

Yang Jian reached over and the medicine bowl touched the corner of her lips. Galo stretched out his hand, knocked the medicine bowl over and Yang Jian stared at her tightly, raised his hand, and the palm wind clenched her. Galo closed his eyes sadly. She closed her eyes, and her eyelashes suffocated like a butterfly on the verge of winter. Yang Jian's palm wind was sharp.

She blew away her ejaculation, but stopped next to her side, and the hall was extremely lonely. Galo looked at him, and was already full of tears. She slowly raised her hands and shook them toward her face. Two crisp sounds stimulating Yang Jian's eardrums.

Yang Jian glared at her in disbelief: "What are you doing?" There was an irrepressible anger in his voice. Galo knelt down: "You want me to die, but I dare not die!" "When will I want you to die!" Galo slowly raised his hand, his eyes fell on his big palm. Yang Jian sneered and laughed at him, but his voice was firm: "It won't happen before, but it won't happen in the future."

Galo lowered his head and looked at the sunshine that was spreading. She reached out and let her white hands bathe in this warmth to resist the trembling and the biting cold from the bottom of her heart. If she didn't touch him, the two of them would have been familiar with each other.

No matter how much embellishment is, it is unnecessary for them. He was silent for a long time, sighed slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Do you know?" Garo was silent, only his stiff hands trembled slightly until he held "Madam Xuanhua's business?"

Yang Jian finally pierced the ice layer, but after the ice layer broke, she turned her head and looked at him. Her lips were trembling slightly, and there was indescribable disappointment and sadness in her throat. It seemed that a heavy rock was blocking her throat. This made her so uncomfortable that she could not speak out but reprimand that he did not dare to look at Gala's eyes more.

"I..." Yang Jian said: "Gala, I need her, you know!" Gala smiled softly and struggled his hands from his palm, but Yang Jian did not let her go. He pulled her into his arms with his backhand and comforted him: "Gala, you should indulge me again this time!"

This sentence was deeply engraved on her body like a curse. I don’t know where the strength came from in the bones. Garo pushed him away, stood up, and his eyes stabbed at him were disgusting: “Don’t you know how she died in the end!” “You got her for your imperial career, and then?”

Yang Jian wanted to hold her hand, but she opened it: "Gala..." Gala laughed at herself: "Have you ever thought about my mood? Have you ever thought about how I lived in those years. The eyes followed your figure, watching you nostalgic among women, and then guarding your pitiful kindness. As long as you give me a bite of food in troubled times, is it?"

Yang Jian's expression fell silent. "As long as I keep my status as a real wife, it will be the kindness you give me, right?" Garo asked with a smile, pointing to his heart: "It's already full of holes here. Have you considered me? I'm looking forward to you every day and night, and letting me suffer almost madly!"

Gala slapped himself: "Today there is Mrs. Xuanhua. Do you want Mrs. Xuanhua to seize the imperial career for you tomorrow? Do you want other women tomorrow?" Yang Jian's eyes were red, and he slowly stood up and stared at her: "So you send someone to send a message to Emperor Zhou Jing and ask him to recruit Mrs. Xuanhua into the palace?"

"Yes" "Don't you know this will kill me?" Anger rushed to his head. He asked his wife Garo sternly and looked at him silently, avoiding this question Yang Jian took a deep breath and continued to ask: "How long have you known about Mrs. Xuan Hua?"

Gala said slowly: "I have forgotten for a long time. Perhaps from the moment I attacked Chang'an, you and I were looking for her." Thunder outside the hall was roaring, dark clouds pressed in, and the last trace of sunlight could not see a chill in through the thin cracks of the hall.

Yang Jian shook his head, his eyes were disappointed, and he scolded him, "Galao, do you have to get rid of it quickly?" Jia Luo took a few steps back with a stinging pain in his eyes, and asked with a wry smile: "I finally saved her life." The bloody smell of these hands was not good. Is everything she did for Yang Jian worth it?

"You have changed" - the rain poured down, and the thunder flashed through Gala's dry eyes. The people outside the palace ran and put away their clothes. The calls of the palace were like blew and chatting. Only the real voice should be found in the world. Gala sat on the ground and looked at Yang Jian slowly and said, "You were not like this before" "Where?"

Gala accused: "Are you still counting on me as stupid as I was three years ago? Where are there good people in your harem? Apart from calculating, I have long forgotten the kindness I used to be!" Gala cried in his throat: "But I regret it very much!"

"I regret that I believed you, I thought you would change, so I chose to believe you," Galo said slowly. Yang Jian said arduously: "I regret it too." He sat down with his head in his arms: "Why did I want you to give birth to a prince for me?" "Hmm?" She turned her head empty and looked at him, with an ugly smile on her lips.

It seemed as if she had grown older for decades, all her strength was taken away. The old empress dowager returned to her body and Yang Jian slammed the door and left. Garo sat alone on the biting cold ground for a long time.

It was the sound of the painting fan. I don’t know how long she had been standing outside: “Duke Sui, the two sons of the family whom Emperor Zhou Jing just rewarded me came to pay tribute…” Gala’s dry eyes had a direction. “I don’t see you, I’ll give them all to the meritorious soldiers, so that others will not be jealous.”

"Yes" Gala smiled softly, closed his eyes until someone outside pushed open the door and came in, bringing the wetness after the heavy rain. Yun Chan ran in and hurriedly helped her up: "Madam, the ground is cold, you are weak and you can't catch a cold."

Gala's godless eyes scattered on her, but if she let her help, she just couldn't stand up and she pulled away her center of gravity for a long time. She kept working hard for her feelings and couldn't resist the face of being as beautiful as a flower. She grabbed Yun Chan's hand and grabbed the only warmth. "Madam, what's wrong with you?"

She also anxious Garo asked her: "Ayun, you said, I have to endure it for a lifetime, why can't I resist it?" "Madam..." She wiped the tears that kept coming out of her eyes: "Madam, you see your hardships, just stop suffering yourself."

Gala touched her hair bun and sighed: "No more, he saw all my viciousness today, and he had long disliked me." "Madam?" Yunchan seemed to understand, but Gala held up: "Bathsuit" Her hair was full of medicine, messy, she had never seen such a thing as Gala held her and sat by the couch.

He called people in to clean up the palace servants for a long time but looked at them coldly. Yunchan also ignored them. "You go and prepare hot water, the lady wants to take a bath." The palace servant nodded: "There is not enough hot water in Suizhou, and it is still digging wells outside." "You..." Yunchan was angry that Garo stopped her: "No need, you all retreat!"

"Madam" The palace servants came quickly and went quickly, so they could not avoid Yun Chan jumping into the foot in a hurry. Gala asked: "You have been in the palace for so long, don't you still know the reason why everyone pushed the wall down?" She touched her face: "Go and make me a basin of hot water." "Hmm?" "No matter what in the future, it's important to wipe it clean."

It wasn't her turn that Gala would come and point fingers at her. She had already made a mistake in front and would no longer indulge in it later. Seeing that her face had returned to normal, Yun Chan nodded and answered. The empty hall was the only one left.
Chapter completed!