"Is it called Yong?"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

Gala stretched out his hand to the child: "Yang, come to my mother's place." The child sat on the floor like a tree, eating his fingers and gurgling. Gala took a pink azalea from the vase next to him and swayed at him.

The child screamed excitedly, crawled towards her quickly, and threw himself into Gala's arms. He threw himself into her arms. He forgot to look at the flowers for a while. His big eyes were staring at her face. After staring for a while, he screamed and rushed to get the jade hairpin on her hair.

Qi Tong knelt down and laughed, "It was the Princess Sui who delivered the baby himself. The eldest prince likes the Princess Sui very much." "Is that right?" Gala took off the jade hairpin, and a black hair poured down. A wind blew slowly. A unique herb fragrance in his hair filled the hall. The child was very smart in her arms and went to grab the white jade hairpin.

A palace maid stepped forward: "Princess Sui, jade hairpin is expensive, but I still have a golden hairpin." "Yeah" Jialu handed it to her. The palace maid lowered her head and turned back. She stood up with Galu's arms and watched the palace maid walk away. The corners of her mouth were flattened, and she looked like she was hanging and crying. Qitong and Zou were afraid that he would make the Princess Sui unhappy, so they wanted to come forward and take it back to coax it, but they didn't dare.

He had to kneel down and do something anxious. Galo sighed, hugged him tightly while patting his chubby arms gently, and comforted him softly: "Okay, okay, be brave, don't cry, don't cry in my mother's arms..." Her gentleness attracted everyone else to look at her.

Yong was extremely quiet in her arms, but he looked up from time to time and looked at her, then obediently huddled in her arms. When the palace maid brought the golden hairpin, Yong was half open and half closed, and he was about to fall asleep in her arms. "Princess Sui, give the eldest prince to my servant."

Zou walked up and said softly. Hua Shang was also coming in and changed his clothes. Seeing Gala holding the child, his brows frowned slightly. His eyes looked at her became more and more pity. Gala smiled and called her over. Yong was awakened and looked at her in a daze. Zou came up to pick him up. Yong didn't understand much. He climbed Gala's arm until Zou wanted to carry him out of his warm embrace. He realized it and cried loudly.

The child cried a little hard, his face was flushed and heart-wrenching. He stared at Gala with big eyes and reached out to her. Hua Shang frowned: "Why don't you hug it down quickly. It's not something you can afford to disturb the princess Sui." Qi Tong, Zou was panicked and hurriedly hugged and retreated bravely.

Gala watched the child being forcibly taken away, and then she was helped to sit down. "I heard Zhang Cang say that King Sui will be back tonight." Gala said lightly, dividing the azaleas picked this morning into two parts, and handed one of them to the palace maid for delivery to Yong's palace.

Hua Shang helped her to divide it, but she complained: "I originally wanted to ask Zou to teach her a lesson, why did she give me some rewards?" "I didn't think about teaching Zou a lesson," Garo replied. "Huh?" She took the azaleas from Hua Shang's croaker and brought the golden hairpin that the palace maid just now. She said: "I was moved just now, so I just wanted to see that child Yong."

Hua Shang was not willing to wear it, and was busy taking it off. Galo stopped her hand and looked at her seriously: "Hua Shang"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               �

Hua Shang was shocked and stared at her lower abdomen in disbelief. “But, but…” “You want to tell me that Sun Simiao and the two emergency doctors have not diagnosed it, right?” Galo asked for her. She nodded vigorously repeatedly. “Fool.”

Gala smiled and touched her face: "Women are pregnant sometimes feel the strongest, that the doctor can only know something by asking questions. Didn't Sun Simiao say that it's too short to get diagnosed?" She just looked at Yongtian's innocent face, and she felt a kind of arousal of arousal in her heart. "But you still bleeding the day before yesterday." Hua Shang finally finished speaking this time.

Gala touched his lower abdomen and sighed in a low voice: "This is also what I worry about most. If there is still bleeding, I am afraid that this child will not be able to be saved." Hua Shang quickly shook her head and also covered her lower abdomen: "No, no, if I am pregnant, we must give birth to this child safely."

She had Xiyi's eyes, and there was a bright light. Gala held up the hair on her temples and felt a little emotional for a moment. "Hua Shang, do you want to get married?" "Ah" Hua Shang bit her lip and looked at her directly, but her face turned red for a while. Gala smiled and said, "If you are pregnant, can I marry you when this child is born?"

Hua Shang lowered her head and said nothing. Gala looked at her with pity. After An Chen's death, Hua Shang was not married in her life. She accompanied her to send Chen'er and the others away, and finally sent herself away. The pain in this is no longer something that ordinary people can feel. "Do you like it?" Gala asked. Although An Chen has not come out yet, she still wants to ask.

Hua Shang shook her head. Gala had to ask again. She quickly changed the topic: "Madam, if you do, don't take urgent medicine." "Yes." She thought it was also. A faint joy filled them. This afternoon was particularly peaceful without the noise of ordinary affairs.

Gala slept until the evening, and woke up again and it was already sunset. She stared at the afterglow of the sunset, feeling faintly uneasy in her heart. If it were a fetal dream, this dream was really not a good dream. Finally, she pulled out the emperor's sword and cut off the dragon's tail. The sticky and wet dragon blood splattered on her body. It still feels deep in touch. The dragon with a broken tail...

Garo moaned, noticing that Yang Jian was sitting on the desk table and put down the drawings and looked at her. Until he walked to her, his huge body covered the next layer of shadow. Yang Jian had slightly raised her jaw.

Only then did Gala notice him. Yang Jian didn’t like the gap and surprise in her eyes. He rubbed and teased her cheeks more and more. Until her unhappy expression hung on her eyebrows, he sat beside her with her arms. “Did you go to see the flowers this morning?” “Well” When will he come back? Gala thought to himself. “Is sick?”

He touched her forehead. He hired an emergency doctor when she was sleeping. The damn Sun Simiao has not come back yet. He really wants to slash him with one knife. "No" Galo took his big palm. Yang Jian's arms passed through her chest and picked her up from behind. The big palm accidentally landed on her lower abdomen.

The chest he brushed by him felt a little painful, and the temperature on his abdomen was so hot that it almost burned her to death. “I know you saw Yong today…” His temperature blew into her ears, and he thought with a teasing and deep pleading: “Gala, let’s have our own child too.” The warm breath sprayed on her cheeks.

Gala hesitated whether to tell him his suspicion, but what if he was not pregnant? Wouldn't it be a lot of trouble? It would be better to wait for Sun Simiao to come back and take a look.

She pushed Yang Jian, who was pressing on her body, and asked, "I went to appreciate the flowers today. I heard those wives from Suizhou say that the prefect wants to marry you into an alliance. He has a daughter who wants to marry you as a concubine. Is this true?" Yang Jian stopped his hands to untied clothes and frowned deeply: "What did they tell you?"

She shook her head: "No, those ladies don't know that I can understand Sui dialect, so they don't avoid me in private." So that's it. Yang Jian sat up, and Gala also stood up.

He raised his hand slightly and supported her back, carried her whole body into his arms, buried his head and sniffed the fragrance between her hair, sighed deeply, and said in a muffled voice: "The prefect Chen clan has a force that cannot be underestimated in Suizhou. Prime Minister Qin and I want to pull him into our camp first."

Gala quickly grasped the point behind and couldn't help but ask: "Is Prime Minister Qin sent by Emperor Shuntian?" "Yeah." "Does it affect you?" she asked. A murderous intention flashed in his eyes: "A mere prime minister is not worth worrying about. I already have an idea. You just need to take good care of your health."

Gala's eyes fell on his slender fingers, and his finger palms were covered with thick calluses of all sizes. These hands held her hands, held swords, killed political enemies, and killed his son with his own hands in his later years. Such an emperor who is good at pursuing power is just as unkind and unfaithful. Gala yawned his eyes and saw Hua Shang coming in outside the door, leaning over and telling him: "Madam, do you want to put on the mat?"

"Has the King of Sui ever used food?" She turned to ask him. When Yang Jian heard this, he felt hungry and smiled and said, "Never." Gala nodded and stood up: "I'll go and see." Just as she was about to leave, Yang Jian grabbed her arm and looked at her dark brown eyes with a hint of guilt: "I, when I quarreled with you a few days ago, I regretted giving birth to a baby..." Gala's eyes flashed, she smiled slightly, and lowered her head.

She stood in front of him so gentlely, questioning and mourning, which made Yang Jian feel more and more sorry. "I was so angry that day, and the meaning was not to want my two children." He looked at her. She looked back and saw her eyelashes trembled slightly like a butterfly spreading her wings near the endangered winter. The afterglow of the sunset fell gently on her side, and she couldn't see her expression clearly for a moment.

He squatted in front of her and softened his tenderness. "Gala, you have never had a child before, and you are gentle and virtuous. But since I took the medicine, I found that your temperament has become very sharp and sharp." He whispered in a low voice, leaning on her little hand, gently rubbing: "I don't want to hurt my couple for so many years because of her child. Do you understand what I mean?"

The heat of the skin was constantly transmitted from his body to her palm. Garo rubbed his facial features, a choking breath in his throat, blocking the words in her heart. She wanted to say she knew. But what if she said it? The cool night breeze gently blew gently, rolled up the plain gauze curtain, and a hazy layer of gauze blocked the distance between them and the outside world. He leaned on her knees in emotion. She looked at him lightly with a clear and clear look. "Madam, you have prepared the wine and food." Hua Shang came in.
Chapter completed!