Hua Shang happened to come in and carried a large bucket of hot water. Behind her, Hua Shang, the palace maid who had just left, was very happy: "Madam, there is hot water." Gala saw her, Hua Shang dragging out of the bathtub. The palace maid cut off the screen and kept sending hot water in, harmonizing the temperature. She took off her clothes and drifted her whole body into the hot water.

She swung the cold Hua Shang from the bones to wash her hair without oil. It was very easy to wash her, and she was very hard and massaged her gently. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the tranquility of this moment. "Madam, I have picked up your hair." After washing her hair, Hua Shang said softly that Gala nodded, and the hot water steamed her skin...

The hot water washed away her dirty body. She sat in front of the mirror. Hua Shang asked for her, "Madam, why did you quarrel with the King of Sui just now?" She looked up at the person in the mirror, lowered her head and continued, "I see that the King of Sui is very nice to you. Even if I was so angry, I still remember to ask someone to make hot water for you...

He was so scarce about water and food outside. As soon as he told him to leave without touching the ground, Gala took the turban silently, "Madam" and "Hua Shang, go out, let me think about it myself." She said softly... "Yes" Hua Shang hesitated for a while, stood up, took the hot water on his face out, and did not forget to close the door when he was about to come.

The sudden rain had just stopped, and it was coming and going quickly. The sky was blue again. Gala let his long hair dripped with water droplets loosely to the windowsill and sat down. In the bamboo basket were the cloth shoes she had carefully made for Yang Jian these days. They were dense and solid, and they were almost finished.

Galo remembered that shortly after she knew she had met again, she also made several pairs for him, but the shoes seemed to have not been worn out yet, and their kindness had already been cut off. After she tasted the taste of betrayal again, she suddenly felt that life was really an unpredictable thing.

Unless you die, you will never predict what will happen in the future. Gala sighed long and threw his cloth shoes into the bamboo basket. Sitting alone. The sunset light moved from her left shoulder to her right shoulder. He Yi was so tired that he lay down and closed his eyes and rested for a while.

Before he knew it, Gala fell asleep in his dream. I didn't know where he was. A bizarre world, a black dragon flew towards her, and the world was dark. Gala ran desperately, shouting help, but there was no sound at all when he said that he fell to the ground in a hurry.

The dragon stopped above her and had five claws, staring at her with five teeth and five claws. Gala rubbed the emperor's sword in panic, pulled it straight to the dragon, cutting off its tail, the dragon raised its head and roared, the sky and the earth changed color, and the clouds rolled and the hot blood poured towards her shop. Somehow she felt that the dragon was very aggrieved in her eyes.

"Madam..." "Madam, Madam" Someone was calling her, and Gala struggled to wake up. The dragon five-clawed python rolled up her imperial sword and roared at her. "Ah--" She sat up suddenly, her eyes were dull, and her head was sweating profusely. The candlelight had already been lit, and there was a bamboo basket on the table. It was her house in Suizhou.

"Madam is having a nightmare?" Hua Shang hurried over to support her, took the cushion and leaned against her lumbar spine, Gala touched her lower abdomen. It was no different from usual, flat, but just now she clearly felt the dragon passing through her lower abdomen, and then... it was a dream.

Gala breathed a long sigh and found sweating profusely. Hua Shang quickly pulled out a silk pat to wipe it off for her: "Madam, have you had a nightmare just now?" Gala nodded, still in shock: "I've had a nightmare." "What did you dream about?" Hua Shang smiled and handed over the tea and asked casually, "Dream... I dreamed of a shiny dragon that wants to eat me."

"Scared--" Hua Shang shook her head repeatedly: "Why did Madam have such a strange dream? But because I usually drink too much of Mr. Mo's thick and bitter medicine?" Garo smiled strangely, lowered his head and touched his lower abdomen: "Maybe" Hua Shang took her tea bowl and pushed the small wooden table again. The table was full of what she liked to eat on weekdays. It looked like it had been carefully cooked on weekdays, and it was full of color, fragrance and taste.

Hua Shang used a small bowl to pick up the fragrant white rice: "This is Shu rice, very sweet and delicious, the rice grains are very plump, please try it, Madam." Gala was feeling hungry in his belly, and took Hua Shang and cloth vegetables: "This fish is also raised in the fields of Shu rice. I heard that the meat is delicious, fat and tender, and it is very nutritious!"

Then, shrimp, chicken, and vegetables were praised by each one, and Gala was in a slightly better mood. She ate more than usual. "Mrs. Just look at the simple dishes on this table, but I don't know that they were all carefully prepared by the King of Sui." She suddenly said in a muffled voice, and lowered her head and continued to bury the white rice.

"The King of Sui has come several times just now. Madam, you are sleeping until you woke up. He was not invited by the government officials in front of you." Hua Shang took another bowl of Tang Jialuo and drank half a sip. Then he stopped drinking. He put down and said to Hua Shang, "You eat too." She put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked at her feast on the cushion. Sun Simiao came in and stared at Hua Shang with disgust for a while, shook his head and sat down, and said to Jialuo: "I'm here to ask for my pulse."

The day after day, Mai Jialuo did not extend his hand and asked, "Didn't the King of Sui tell you that I don't need it?" Sun Simiao insisted on his own opinion: "No matter who said it, I will not listen." This woman was the one who had been treated for the longest time. No matter how he said it, she could not give up. She knew his temperament, and she didn't say anything anymore, and stretched out her hand.

Sun Simiao closed his eyes and felt the pulse. He didn't know whether to ask about the pulse or chatting, and said leisurely: "The King of Sui has such a big temper. After the woman came out of Xiliang, he blamed several palace servants who were not good at serving. He didn't know what mistake he made. His legs were covered with blood, and his feet were almost unable to be saved."

Gala glanced at him, looked at Sun Simiao and hummed, and continued to ask for his pulse, but then he said again: "I see that your pulse has floated so much in just one or two hours. It should be a good appetite when you eat just now." "Yes!"

Sun Simiao withdrew his pulse and smiled unfathomablely: "It's not a serious illness. I had long told someone that it was caused by the recent fatigue of his mind. He didn't believe it. Now I'll go back to work." As he said that, he stood up straight, took his hand back at her, tidied up his sleeves, and asked lightly: "When have you become so meddling in business?"

"Madam, I know the elegance when I hear the sound, why do I need to comment more?" He said to Hua Shang, and when he came back, he said to her: "Madam, you don't know how much fire the King of Sui made during the period of sleep. All the palace servants who neglected you were beaten by sticks. I knew very early that the King of Sui was not easy to talk to, but I never thought that his methods were so powerful!"

As she said that, she made a fearful move and "slept". Gala got up and said, "So early?" She said, "But you just finished your meal." She got up and walked away. It was better for her health. Gala was about to open the door of the inner room, and a pair of powerful palms had already pulled her.

There were a group of people behind the King of Sui, Yang Jian didn't even look at her, and said to her: "Follow me." He had a strong look and strong hands. Even if he didn't follow him, he would be dragged away. Instead of this, why both of them were ugly? The quarrel at noon had already made the whole palace full of passion.

Gala let go of his hand, leaned at him, Yang Jian frowned slightly, put down her jade arms, and walked out of the bedroom one after another. The ground outside was still very wet. A palace servant came forward and took wooden clogs under the steps. Gala was wearing white socks and gently held the robe in his arms to prevent it from getting wet.

Yang Jian opened an oil umbrella to cover the two of them. At some point, it started drizzling outside. He led her out of the gate and got on a carriage. He rushed from the Sui Palace to the king's road along the way, and then to the flat road on the post road, which was getting more and more rugged and smaller.

The carriage was still bumpy until the carriage entered the inner city and the house was flat and short, and the lights were turned off just at night. "This is what Suizhou is." Yang Jian's lonely voice sounded gently on the lonely night.

"Gala, I will never be willing to be the king of this little Suizhou. Now I am preparing for the emperor." He is a genius general and an emperor who has good governance of the country. The two of them quarreled at noon today. Gala asked himself, was it Yang Jian selfish or she herself?

Yang Jian talked to her the same thing again tonight, letting her understand that she was selfish and she always thought about the promise that Yang Jian promised to her. In her selfishness, she wanted more. Yang Jian owed her fifty years of life and deserved to pay it back. So she enjoyed all this with peace of mind. As long as he had a slight movement and betrayal, she could not bear it.

Gala always lives in his past, and is obsessed with Yang Jian and his obsessiveness to stay together, but he never jumped out of this situation and seriously considered what he wanted. Beside Gala, Yang Jian said: "Gala, I want the throne of the world." His tone was extremely firm, God blocked the gods, Buddha blocked the Buddhas.

Such a firm person's firm heart was only now that she truly realized that everything was not his fault, but her own fault. Gala's body was slightly weakened, as if she had just woken up from an extremely long dream.

Gala looked at Yang Jian's gaze, slightly turbulent and confused, but after all the long-standing hope collapsed, she was relaxed and calm in Yang Jian's way to the extreme. She no longer had her obsession.

Back in the Sui Palace, Yang Jian sent her to the door. Su Wei had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the two of them rushing to bow, he asked when he was hesitating again. From time to time, he looked at Gala to know that they had something to do and was not easy to know. Gala leaned over to Yang Jian and saluted: "I'll take my leave first." Her eyes were a little red, but her expression was never calm.

I had slowly opened the distance between the two. Yang Jian didn't notice it. I don't know if she could see it when talking today. It was too late at night, so I could only nod and see that she left the wet ground at noon and was dry. The cool breeze in May blew and floated her sleeves. Yang Jian took a few steps and suddenly turned around and called her.
Chapter completed!