Sun Simiao also said: "Whether to or not, it depends on the King of Sui himself. Galo was still drowsy and fell into a nightmare, with red cheeks and closed his lips. Yang Jian stood on her and leaned over to look at her. He meant that he had no blessings. Yang Jian pulled open the bedding and stretched out his big palm to cover her lower abdomen.

There was still a smooth horse, but he gave birth to Yang Jian's child. How could he let him wait? Chen'er was brave but too concerned about emotions; he was too gentle and peaceful, so he was not suitable for being an emperor. But this child was different, and he could feel his extraordinaryness.

This is the only child he and Gala have only after two more lives. He will be his copy and copy. Even if both Gala leave in the end, he can still hand over the empire to him with confidence. Yang Jian closed his eyes and quietly felt the warmth and Xiyi under his big palm.

This is his son, the eldest son born to him by Gala. So what if he spends his energy? When this child heard his existence, he was reluctant to let go. When he slowly opened his eyes, under the unfathomable deep abyss was a cold rock wrapped in determination.

"Mr. Sun." He stood up and bowed respectfully. Sun Simiao knew the meaning without saying it. "Don't the King of Sui regret?" he asked. Yang Jian nodded firmly: "Since you have decided, why regret it?" "Where is the madam?" "She will be the same as me."

Yang Jian turned his face and looked at Hua Shang, extremely cold: "If you still want to be with her, you don't need to say anything more." Sun Simiao looked at the man who calmed down in front of him and was introverted, and finally chose to remain silent.

Hua Shang knelt down and crawled towards him, kowtowed a few times, refusing to give up: "King of Sui, the lady is in poor health, can you discuss this with her?" Yang Jian turned cold: "You don't need to be with her side these days." "King of Sui!" Yang Jian dragged her away and called Qiu again.

Qiu was two months pregnant and her lower abdomen was not visible enough. She was ordered to come with Liao Fan. Yang Jian said, "You will be with your wife to rest in the future." Both of them were surprised. Liao Fan turned around first, with doubts and excitement: "Brother!" Yang Jian breathed a long sigh: "Yes!"

Although he had a concubine's son but no legitimate son, he was under a long pressure. Finally, he was about to sweep away in this life. How could he not breathe a sigh of relief? Although he was the emperor of the court and swept thousands of troops, he had no successor, which was really a pity for his life. Liao Fanle stepped forward and smashed his arm three times, and his joy was beyond words.

With the help of Sun Simiao in the evening, Gala's fever subsided very quickly, but it started to burn again in the middle of the night, and Yang Jian was always with her side.                                                                                                         

Gala was a little drowsy and wanted to sit up. Yang Jian carefully hugged her to himself. She looked very cared for her, as if she was fragile porcelain. Gala was confused: "What's wrong with me?" He pulled her little hand, and the hot temperature of his hand touched her lower abdomen with his big palm, and his face was full of smiles.

Gala looked at him, then looked at her belly. Yang Jian saw her confused appearance and was so cute that he couldn't help but lean over to her lips and bite her gently: "Gala, you have a child, haven't you noticed it?" Gala nodded, shook his head heavily, and left his hand and gently touched his lower abdomen.

"Child..." she made a sound and realized that her voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "Child is still there?" "Still there." He said softly in her ear, and his warm breath burned her ears. Gala didn't dare to raise her head. "Gala, let's start over." He whispered.

Gala smiled and hugged his lower abdomen tightly, looking at him without nodding or shaking his head. The palace maid handed over the medicine bowl: "Madam, the medicine is cold." "Take the medicine." Yang Jian took the medicine: "Sun Simiao said that the child had signs of slipping." Gala was stunned. The black and bitter medicine juice was filled with a thick fishy smell. She was also happy to hold it in her hand.

As he was talking, Liao Fan had been waiting outside for a long time. “Go a good night’s sleep. I’ll go to handle military affairs and come back.” Yang Jian helped her lie down again. Garo smiled and watched him leave. When he walked outside the hall, Yang Jian looked back with a worried look. Garo was still looking at him and smiled slightly. It was not until he left that she smiled at the palace maids around: “You guys go down too.”

The last ray of light was isolated behind the heavy door. The gauze curtain and the couch curtain overlapped layer by layer. With the dim light, she gently untied the clothes on her belly, touched her tentacles, and left quickly. She felt a slight swelling and pain after pressing her. She didn't dare to hurt him. But she had to touch him.

She gently covered her hands, feeling the familiar feeling again and again. She stroked the corners of her mouth and slowly opened a smile, and tears in her eyes slowly flowed down silently. Is this the blessing and wisdom given by rebirth? The long fifty years of suffering crushed all her love and persistence for life. At this time of betrayal, God sent her a child.

Galo hugged his abdomen tightly, bent down, letting tears wet the bedding. But she cried silently, without a trace of sound, and even the slightly painful belly dared not tremble gently. She still chose to swallow all the pain back silently back into her stomach like fifty years ago. But this time she had new hope. A child who completely inherited her bloodline...

The long-standing accumulated emotions exploded, and the empty mind that had been empty for too long was satisfied. Gala calmed down and suddenly felt that the hall was deserted. She had never imagined that she would get pregnant again one day, but this child that did not exist in history was truly in her belly.

And the nightmare of the tail-breaking nightmare was she who cut off the dragon's tail with her own hands. Galo tightened the bedding and gently stroked her lower abdomen. The uncertainty of the future situation became more and more determined to protect the child. She was not a woman who liked to complain about herself. She tried her best to complete the decisions. She believed that everything would get better and better.

After about a stick of incense, a palace maid quietly pushed the door and looked in worriedly. Gala regained his good mood, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and waved to her in. The palace maid was overjoyed. It was true that her body was no better than before. If there was a slight mistake, they would all die.

"What are the instructions of Madam?" The palace maid bowed her head and said respectfully. Gala said, "Go and take out the soft cotton from the cabinet this summer." The palace maid acted according to the order, and asked while taking out the soft cotton, "What are you doing, Madam?" The cotton cloth was soft and fluffy, with a fragrant fragrance, and it was really soft and comfortable to stick to the skin. Gala took the needle and thread from the head of the couch.

He raised it and smiled suddenly, "Look at me, I forgot that the month is only young now, so why do you need to make clothes so early?" She hasn't been a mother for a long time, and she actually feels that this child will be as big as Yong tomorrow. The palace maid smiled and said, "Madam is happy. It's just that there are rumors among the people that pregnant women cannot take scissors, why did Madam forget?" Garo was stunned and shook his head.

"I didn't pay attention." The palace maid took the sewing basket from her and put it outside, and took the snacks and hot milk that had been prepared long ago and put them in front of her: "Mrs. I didn't eat anything last night, I think she was hungry." She didn't feel it even if she didn't mention it. When she smelled these smells, she felt that she was rolling in her belly.

She just picked up a piece of chestnut cake and took a bite. The slag fell on the bedding. The palace maid was busy cleaning her bedroom for her. She felt something strange. "Where is Hua Shang?" Yes, she had never seen Hua Shang since she woke up. The palace maid paused her hand, turned her body stiffly, and moved her mouth, and she held back and said, "Hua Shang, I don't know. I just heard that something was wrong."

What Gala thought of was that she went to Sun Simiao's place, and asked again: "Are you going to Mr. Mo's place?" The palace maid was almost thrust out of her questioning, and she nodded and smiled, "Maybe yes, I have been boiling medicine just now and didn't notice this."

Upon hearing this, Gala breathed a sigh of relief, shook her head and laughed in her heart that she was too suspicious, so she stopped asking questions, finished the remaining chestnut cake, and ate another bowl of fish soup and fine noodles. At noon, Yang Jian sent someone to say that he would not come back for a meal. Gala took the medicine and held the book, leaning against the courtyard to feel the comfort of the breeze.

I am very familiar with reading "Gentleman Asking for Political Affairs" and it has become a habit to read thousands of chapters. She leaned on the wooden railing and watched the palace servants sorting out the newly prepared vines. The wisteria has been transplanted in, and the purple buds are hanging down and floating gently with the breeze. She leaned her head and watched as she was sleepy. It was not until the book fell to the ground with a bang that she came over.

Someone came forward to pick her up, and Garo subconsciously shouted, "Hua Shang." But Qiu stood up and looked at her with a smile: "Madam." He leaned over to her and bowed: "I congratulate you on being pregnant." "You are here." She reached out to pull her down and sat down: "You are raising your baby recently, and I can't ask you to come over and walk around, why are you here today?"

Qiu sat down on her side wearing a reddish-brown dark-patterned skirt, and smiled softly, "It was someone from the Sui King who sent me to come here." She paused: "I heard that Hua Shang was borrowed by Mr. Mo this morning and could not come back for a while, so I ordered me to come here first."

Gala frowned slightly: "What's going on?" Logically speaking, Yang Jian couldn't have known that she believed in Hua Shang alone, so how could she lend Hua Shang to others so easily at this moment? She felt a little suspicious in her heart. Qiu replied: "The boy who said he was accompanying Mr. Mo to collect herbal medicine and accidentally rolled down the mountain and broke his leg."

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Others may not know about it, but Sun Simiao and Hua Shang's personalities do not match. Sun Simiao's personality is quirky and alone, and he speaks sharply and viciously in normal times. Hua Shang is also used to being straightforward and will not give more face because of someone's high regard. The two of them often met before, so it was not so good.
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