Galo whispered while drinking chrysanthemum tea: "Why do you have to do this? How do you ask me to discipline my servants in the future?"                                                                                                          

If Yang Jian loves someone, he will love him to the extreme. If he doesn't love someone, he will be so low that he will be able to get rid of the roots. He is fused with the man's lewdness and blessings, and the emperor's suspicion. The two of them have been stumbling for so many years, and she has truly fallen into his heart.

But what if he keeps it in his heart? She doesn't care about those things anymore. She has seen all the treasures of Yang Jian at this time, and she has seen all the things that Yang Jian has never seen before. She has only one heart that she always asks for but cannot get, but she doesn't want to get them.

Even when he held this heart in the end, she abandoned it like a worn-out shoe. This is Gala. Gala has the gentleness of Gala and the coldness of Gala. Another Gala that few people have seen before is hidden under the worldly sense. “By the way, Gala. I will tell you something.” Yang Jian said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Garo was holding the tea and was stunned for a moment when he heard him ask this solemnly. Yang Jian took Supa from the palace maid and pursed his lips, saying to them: "You all go down."

"Yes." After everyone left, Yang Jian helped Gala get up, touched her big belly and smiled, "Let's go for a walk in the courtyard and say while walking." "Okay." Gala likes this arrangement, walking more is beneficial to her later natural birth.

The two walked down hand in hand. Although it was not as bright as the candlesticks in the house, there was a lantern hanging on the tree for about ten steps. Tonight, the moon was sparse again, and the autumn wind was refreshing. It was a different artistic conception and scene to walk slowly to enjoy the chrysanthemums. "Gala, are you tired?" He asked in a low voice, tiring her cloak.

Gala shook his head and exhaled a breath of heat. The one who took the courage was the fragrant chrysanthemums in her lungs. She didn't love chrysanthemums, but loved the fragrance of chrysanthemums. The more fragrant and sweet it was in the cold autumn wind, just like the wintersweet in the cold winter, the more brilliant it was in the ice and snow.

Yang Jian grabbed her little hand and pulled it into his wide sleeve. He spoke slowly: "I have been very scared after the incident that day." He said this, and Gala was stunned. Then he recalled that he was talking about something that the child almost had. She waited silently for him to continue talking.

Yang Jian said: "You don't know that when you are critically ill, the girl around you is almost crazy." "Who?" Garo asked. "Hua Shang." She looked up at him, and Yang Jian was looking back with a smile. "How do you talk about her?"

Gala smiled faintly and wanted to put aside the topic: "Look, this autumn is just the chrysanthemums bloom brilliantly, and the azaleas in Suizhou have all faded." But chrysanthemums are easy to attract mosquitoes, and if they don't clean up and take care of their worries, the master will be the one who likes to use chrysanthemums to sing their noble spirit, most of them don't know how hard it is to plant people.

Yang Jian's eyes flashed, and he followed the sentence with the flow: "No matter how good the chrysanthemums are, one day they will wither like a cuckoo, just like this beauty, it will be difficult to brighten the next season..." He said halfway, and he said that he wanted to pity the flowering period in his words, but the next sentence turned a corner: "I see that the Huachang beside you is very good and he is considerate to serve you. If you release her in a few years, I worry that you will never find such a good girl again."

He said this, and Gala knew that he was unable to avoid it. "What does King Sui mean?" she asked. Yang Jian smiled: "I want to keep her by your side for the rest of my life. Then I will give her a generous silver reward to her brother."

In this turbulent era, human life is the least valuable, let alone the life of a woman? A horse can match ten women. Gala couldn't help but frown: "No, I haven't thought so." She said: "I treat Hua Shang as my sister, and you know that she serves me with all my heart."

Yang Jian asked: "What do you want to do?" Gala had long thought of marrying Hua Shang out before she gave birth, but she had not considered this thought clearly, how to do it, how to do it? What did Hua Shang think? She had concerns, not to mention that she didn't want to discuss this topic too deeply with Yang Jian.

So she whispered: "I'll consider this matter again, and I'll ask her what she thinks." "Okay." He responded. The couple had been together for so long, how could he not know her thoughts? Today's move was just to surround Wei and save Zhao. It was just to let things develop along where he wanted, and he needed to add more fire.

Yang Jian said: "If you can't bear to leave Hua Shang, and you can't bear to give her to He Ruobi after she is lonely. Su Wei is also good. They just don't have a wife." Hua Shang is willing to give Han Qinhu, but she is willing to do so. It's a pity that Mr. Han has a wife. Which of He Ruobi and Su Wei will not be accompanied by Ruhua's beautiful family in the future?

The Gong Xinjing scheming performed in the backyards of those mansions is no less than Yang Jian's harem. Even if she fell stupid, she wouldn't do such a stupid thing! She had no intention of getting involved with Yang Jian again, so she beat her legs: "Let's go." "Okay."

Yang Jian hurriedly helped his beloved wife back to the hall. When he passed by the flower bed, he picked a pink and orange chrysanthemum. The buds like buds had just bloomed, but a small one was charming. He tied the temples of Garo, looked around and smiled, "This color is still suitable for you, but it's a pity that there is no peony."

Gala touched her, her hands were stained with the sweet fragrance of chrysanthemums. She didn't say anything, she just touched her lower abdomen. Yang Jian asked, "But the child in her belly?" "No." She shook her head: "He is very well-behaved." She hasn't made trouble for her these days, but occasionally she would wander quietly like a small fish. "Galao wants her daughter."

Yang Jian asked with a smile. “Yeah.” “Then let’s have another princess in the next child.” Some people are just looking forward to it. Yang Jian fully played this idiom, and she was too lazy to respond to him. But even though he said, his words were like a stone thrown down, rippling in her heart.

Hua Shang is really old. She was sixteen years old in the countryside. Didn’t she give birth to Rong'er at about this age? She used to be in the court service in the palace, but now Hua Shang is by her side. Can’t she give advice for her? Gala closed the book heavily.

This shocked Hua Shang, who was wiping the table beside him, and wanted to ask what happened, but the wife said, "Where is Hua Shang?" "Aunt Hua Shang went to get medicine for her." She said that Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrived, Hua Shang had come up from the steps below. Sun Simiao had boiled her with anger and blood-replenishing medicine for her in the past few days, and she had to take it on time and on time every day.

"Madam, I've taken the medicine." Hua Shang put down the bamboo basket, opened the box and took out the medicine bowl. The soup had just been boiled and it was still steaming hot. Looking at Hua Shang's face, there was still sweating in autumn.

Gala pulled out her handkerchief and stood up to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Hua Shang was stunned and suddenly realized that she quickly wiped her sleeves away: "I'm afraid the medicine will get cold, so I'll come back all the way." She explained. "Yeah." Gala took it and blew it a few sips. This tonic is not like Sun Simiao's previous medicine. It is black and bitter, but it smells strong and fragrant.

Sun Simiao had another problem. Whether it was prescription or medicine, boiling medicine must be done by yourself. When asked about the reason, he only said that he was afraid that he would be learned, so he would no longer be called a miracle doctor. “Does the madam feel so much after taking this medicine?” Hua Shang asked with a smile. Gala put down the bowl and nodded: “It’s much better.”

She said happily: "Yes, I see that my wife sleeps much better at night than usual." She has been vigiling for several nights. Garo smiled and saw her packing up the bowl, asking others to break it, and began to take the cloth from Hua Shang's hand and continue to wipe the table. After wiping the table, she brought snacks and placed them in front of her. Garo called her.

"Hua Shang." "Hua Shang." Hua Shang turned around and asked. "You...uh, come and sit down." "Ah!" She suddenly remembered something: "Madam, wait." As she said that, she ran into the room, but after a while, she took a soft pillow and blanket, one placed behind her waist and the other on her legs. After that, she was not satisfied, so she carefully pinched your corner for her and prevented the wind from blowing in.

After waiting for a while, she raised her shiny eyes and asked, "Madam, what did you want to say just now?" Gala was speechless after asking in one sentence. In the end, she forgot what she wanted to say. "It's okay, it's okay." Gala watched Hua Shang busy for herself one morning.

This is not only a day or two days, but nearly half a month later, and after Galo six months, Hua Shang was still like this. After Sun Simiao took the pulse, he said that the child was fine and was eager to report to Yang Jian. Hua Shang came in and said, "Justice He's wife, Mrs. Li, just now, asked someone to send a post to indicate that she wanted to visit him on the day."

She handed over a gold-plated visit. Hua Shang took it and snorted coldly: "Don't we know what they were thinking? We just wanted to push our girl into the harem. Later, when we saw that the wife was just unwell, the King of Sui was so nervous that he knew who was talking in the harem!"

As soon as she met Gala's love rival, she turned into a hedgehog, and she stabbed anyone who saw her. Hua Shang agreed: "Since that day, the King of Sui has not seen Miss Chen Yueyi for half a month." "The devilish confusing Lord!" "What are you talking about?" Gala was coming out of the inside.

The older the child, the more she urinated frequently, so she had been on the urination five or six times this morning. She was so tired that she felt sore and had a back pain. "Madam, be careful." The two of them hurriedly stepped forward to help her sit down. Hua Shang handed over the post: "Mrs. Li sent it, saying that she wanted to go to the palace to pay homage to her." Gala took over and put it in a corner after listening: "No need."

There were still flowers that had not been finished just now on the table. Gala felt a little tired and waved his hand and said, "Take it down and put it in for me." Hua Shang didn't move, Hua Shang took it down. Gala turned around and saw that she was still there, and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it great for you to arrange flowers all the time? Why don't you go?"

Hua Shang looked calm and calm, as if she had asked a stupid question, so she should answer: "I want to accompany you." "I..." As she said that, she got up and smiled again, humming a song to pour tea for her, tidy up her skirt and hair. Gala suddenly realized.
Chapter completed!