In this way, how could Sun Simiao get along with Hua Shang? Gala had already had doubts in his heart and just said, "It would be better if he got along, but I had something to do yesterday and I had to ask Yong for help. I don't know if she has done it, so I still need to call her over and ask."

Qiu's heart suddenly jumped and asked awkwardly: "What's the matter with Madam Huashang? Now that Madam is heavy, I can help Madam bravely ask." Gala looked at her expression and became more suspicious. "It's not an important thing, but I just asked her casually about the gift she gave to her after watching the flowers with the ladies the day before yesterday? "Have she prepared her gift for her?"

Qiu breathed a sigh of relief: "This matter is, I'll ask." "Okay." Gala watched her walk away with a smile, and her face gradually darkened. The palace maid helped her up and smiled strangely when she saw her face, saying, "Is there anything wrong with madam?" Gala closed her eyes, looked down at her feet, and changed the topic: "I always feel that her feet are a little sore and soft these days."

"This is natural." The palace maid squatted down and rubbed her legs: "This is the beginning. My mother was like this when she was pregnant with her younger brother. She had to farm and cook, and she was not full every day. In July and August, her feet were extremely swollen." Gala listened quietly to her and couldn't help but smile.

The palace maid came back to her senses and realized that she had said the wrong thing, so she knelt down in a hurry: "I didn't do it on purpose, but I just felt it out of my moment. How dare my wife compare to her wife?" "It's okay." Galuxu raised his hand and told her to get up: "You have been in my palace for two months, and I have been busy and have not remembered what your name is?"

"My servant is Wenyuan." It's a good name. "Do you miss home in the palace?" she asked. Wenyuan lowered his head and clicked: "I think." But he became happy again after a while: "I used to be busy at home and I didn't have a moment of leisure. Now that the burden of food in the palace has been reduced, I can ask someone to send money back every month."

"Is that true?" Garo smiled: "It's good." "Yes!" Wenyuan became happier and helped her into the house: "The King of Sui came to Suizhou and heard that he had implemented some policies to open up land and divide the land, so there should be surplus this year." "I rarely leave the palace, let me talk to you." Wenyuan understood and told her in detail.

The land of Suizhou was difficult to travel, which was not conducive to the transportation of food, but the advantage was that it was fertile in the geography. After Yang Jian arrived in Suizhou, he actively opened up land and divided the fields, mastered agricultural affairs and encouraged production. He was very prestigious among the local people. Gala was a little tired after listening to her quietly. Wen Yuan saw that she was about to rest, so he hurriedly served her to rest. After she lay down, he realized that there was cold sweat on his back. In the evening, Yang Jian came back and Qiu was waiting for her to have dinner.

Gala was about to stand up, but he waved his hands repeatedly, so he asked the palace maid to untie the jade ring and wash his hands and sat beside her. Gala asked, "Do you want to drink?" Yang Jian shook his head and looked at her and smiled, "I should have celebrated together, but now you are not in a good state of mind and have a stable fetal appearance."

Gala nodded and looked at Qiu: "What happened after you ask?" Qiu looked at Yang Jian and smiled: "Miss Huashang will reply to her wife tomorrow." "Oh?" Gala was surprised, but her eyes were slightly slight and she looked at him.

Yang Jian was hungry in his abdomen and swallowed with his muscles. Looking at her, he couldn't help but stare at her: "Look at what I'm doing." Gala seemed to smile: "I thought you hid Hua Shang." Yang Jian was even more lazy to pay attention to her, so he poured her a bowl of soup: "You are much weaker and you are to replenish it."

There was a thin layer of butter floating on the light yellow chicken soup. He gently brushed the butter off before delivering it to her.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Sun Simiao only asked someone to bring the medicine, but he didn't even look at it. Yang Jian saw her drink all of it with his own eyes, so he handed over a handkerchief: "This is a fetal pill, which is very good for the fetus in your abdomen." "Are you leaving later?" Garo asked while wiping his mouth. "No." He said: "I need a good rest for several days."

"Then I'll ask someone to prepare a bath." Gala said. "Okay." Yang Jian had already taken off his robe and sat on the table. After taking the book on the table, he started to read it with relish. The candlelight was bright, and shining on his firm side face. Gala looked sideways for a while, turned around and asked the palace servant to serve him. When asked about her need to take a bath?

Galo subconsciously touched her lower abdomen and shook her head: "No." She is not suitable for bathing in the soup right now. "Yes." The palace maid slowly retreated. Yang Jian stayed here tonight, and she would not do anything if she was pregnant. Yang Jian came out of the bath, and Galo was kneeling on the wooden board to incense.

The grass-green dark-patterned robe was placed on the hanger, and she held the long-handled incense burner to slowly infuse the smell below. The dark yellow candlelight shone on her smooth and fair skin, and her gentle and beautiful side face was slightly lowered, and her every move was filled with quietness and tranquility.

Yang Jian's eyes gradually slid down to her belt. As soon as he finished taking a shower, he tied it loosely to the side. During the movement, the silver-white bordered bellyband inside his inner clothes were exposed, wrapping the two round and plump parts under his chest, and the snow-white skin, which was just like soy milk, became more and more crystal clear. He suddenly felt his throat dry and his lower abdomen burned.

Yang Jian walked forward and stretched out his hand to her. Gala felt only covered by a shadow. He raised his head and had already leaned over and hugged her body. The huge brute force tightly locked her in his arms, feeling the burning heat from his body coming towards her. "Gala." His smell surrounded the outline of her ears, and the moist touch caused a slight sensation on her skin.

Garo looked at him with his lips. Yang Jian took her hand and placed it on his lips and bit it gently. The meaning of occupation was obviously very obvious. "I'm pregnant." Garo whispered, there was a talisman on her body. Yang Jian's low voice sounded: "I know."

He picked her up and walked towards the wide taka step by step, gently put her down, and covered her, but he was careful not to accumulate her warm belly. He kissed inch by inch from forehead to nose, from lips to round, and finally stopped on her belly and kissed her devoutly.

The numb and trembling feeling made her feel like she was soaked in hot water. Yang Jian's kiss was very delicate. As long as he wanted, he could become the most perfect father and the most considerate husband. Garo looked out the window sideways, the cool breeze blew the green leaves, and the mottled tree shadows projected on the window paper with the moonlight. Yang Jian picked up her hands and put them under him.

Gala turned her head and closed her eyes. The burning touch kept coming from her hands. Yang Jian's gasping and satisfaction filled her eardrums. It was not until a hot stream spread on her lower abdomen that he finally let her go. The faint smell of the couch filled the tip of her nose. Gala felt a little nauseous and put on his clothes and stood up.

"It's late at night." She said. Yang Jian closed his eyes and rested, and let out a whisper between his nose. Galo looked at his voice and sighed indecisively. Isn't this actually good? She really wanted to ask this sentence, but after thinking about it, she finally couldn't say it.

The next morning, Yang Jian got up and put on his clothes. After Gala was waiting for him to wear a sword, he wanted to leave, but he held it and pulled it into his palm. She looked up and looked confused. Yang Jian asked with a smile: "What do you want to eat today?" It can be seen that he is in a good mood. Gala lowered his head and thought: "Well, I'm afraid others can't make it if I want to eat."

"What?"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

"Hmm?" Gala was suspicious. Yang Jian smiled and said, "The rouge on your face was not evenly matched today, and it was red and light." "Really?" Gala hurriedly went to the mirror to look at the mirror. Yang Jian followed him, dripped the rouge and gently applied it evenly on her face. After careful consideration, he looked at it for a while: "Okay." Gala looked into the mirror and it looked good indeed.

The two of them said something for a while and went to work hard. When Yang Jian went out of the Hegala Hall, Qiu happened to come in. Seeing his whole body stiffened, he hurriedly lowered his head and bowed to him. He looked sharp and did not shyly. When he passed by him, he only said lightly: "Remember what you should do, and the lady should know what you should listen to and what you should not listen to."

"Yes." Qiu bowed again. Zhang Cang was waiting outside the door for a long time, and when he saw him coming out, he hurriedly came forward: "King of Sui, General Liao just came to report to Prime Minister Qin to go to the military camp early this morning." "This old man." Yang Jian looked cold: "One day I will deal with him." "Then now?" Zhang Cang asked.

"Qin Tai is not worthy of evidence. Where is Hua Shang?" he asked. Zhang Cang was stunned and came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "I heard from you last night that I took her to the hall to wait for you this morning." Yang Jian walked over with big strides. Since yesterday, Galo tried every means to find out about Hua Shang's whereabouts, Yang Jian knew that this matter could not be hidden.

She was meticulous and had doubts that she would have to investigate it deeply. If she was exhausted and injured her fetus was not worth it. He sat in a sedan chair and rushed to the main hall. The yellow gate, where the Dianzhong was standing, knelt down slowly to salute. This place is different from the bedroom where Gala lives. The main hall is clean and neat. Those who planted pine trees cover the sun. There were no palace maids when they came and went. Only the yellow gate stood with his hands behind his back and forth, and personal soldiers held their swords and guarded them layer by layer.

Yang Jian entered the inner hall and saw the palace maid standing in the middle. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Hua Shang was imprisoned for a day, exhausted and exhausted, and his body was shaking, but his expression was still as strong as that day. She saw Yang Jian coming in and bowed to him. Gu Jin stared at her sternly, and saw her bowing head and body shaking, then he sneered and asked softly: "Have you figured it out?"

Hua Shang then looked at him, pursing his lips tightly, shook his head: "I don't regret it. I hope the King of Sui should put his wife's body first, think twice before he can do it." Yang Jian's two eyes stabbed like cold swords: "You are so bold!" Hua Shang bowed his head, but his back was still straight. Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled without anger: "I can let you go back."

Hua Shang glared at him in disbelief. “You can also talk to your wife.” He chuckled coldly: “But, if you hope she will get angry about it, you can go and say it.” “King of Sui, Madam’s health is important!” Hua Shang felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Chapter completed!