It was snowing heavily in winter, and after four months, her pregnancy also entered the final stage. Sun Simiao has basically moved into the small side hall in her hall recently. Yang Jian also came to accompany her day and night when he had time. It was okay for Gala, he ate well and slept soundly, but Sun Simiao reminded that it is very likely that he should pay attention to premature birth.

She doesn't stand up easily now, and it's hard to sit, basically lying on the taka. The snow scenery is charming, echoing the cold plums in the courtyard. Such a good scenery is better and better. I still remember that at this time last year she was still in Chang'an and still had expectations for Yang Jian, and probably didn't expect that she would get pregnant again.

"Madam, it's snowing. I'll close the window." Hua Shang walked over and said to her whisper. Gala nodded, feeling a little sleepy and couldn't even open his eyelids. The silver charcoal in the furnace was burning warmly, and a stream of heat continued to stain the wide palace. She hugged the fur, turned over lazily, touched her belly, and felt that her belly was getting harder these days. Sun Simiao said that she was about to give birth.

"Huh..." Her stomach was too big and pressed against her heart and lungs. After turning around and feeling uncomfortable, Gala sat up and leaned on the warm mat. Yang Jian happened to come in with the bamboo slips, glanced at her absent-mindedly, passed by, then paused, then came to his senses and rushed over, and helped her waist up: "Isn't you angry?"

"Yeah." She rubbed her waist: "The waist is so sore." Yang Jian skillfully supported her bulky body, rubbed her palms and covered her waist with moderate force. Gala exhaled a deep breath and handed most of the weight on him. His body has become more and more sore these days, and it is the most serious today.

After the late stage of pregnancy, she became more and more dependent on Yang Jian. She often had cramps at night. Yang Jian felt shocked that she often had not been awakened by pain, and he had gently pressed her calves. In any case, his carefulness towards the child and himself was indelible.

But I heard that many policies have not been smooth enough recently, so Emperor Zhou Jing and Gao Bing deliberately made trouble for him. Gala asked: "Prince He's wife entered the palace again yesterday." Yang Jian paused, said oh, and did not respond. Gala asked: "How is your outside, I don't ask too much, but how do you deal with Chen Yueyi's affairs?"

The people around her have always reported good news but not bad news. Every day she hears praises for peace, but based on the recent busyness of Yang Jian, she can imagine that things are more complicated than she thought. It has been nearly a year since she left Xianyang and now. I heard by chance that Emperor Zhou Jing was unwilling to the hearts of the people, and was busy with military force, and wasting the people and money. The vassal kings in various places were confiscated more tributes than in January.

Sooner or later, someone will lead the troops to rebel. “The situation is not good. Recently, I have received a letter from King Lu and King Yong. They intend to raise an army.” Yang Jian said softly. “Ah!” Garo looked sideways and said: “Neither of them is reckless, why is this happening?”

"I heard that Guan Bo intended to make a name for Emperor Jing of Zhou, and I mean that I am the king and my son can only be the title." Yang Jian's eyes looked faint. His will was already on the throne of the emperor. The mere vassal king was unwilling to let the children in her belly be the title again? Yang Jian was afraid that he would not give up Guan Bo's bones and ashes.

"What does Emperor Zhou Jing mean?" At this time, he was worried about internal and external troubles. Emperor Zhou Jing was not so stupid, Gala thought. Yang Jian smiled and said, "He is addicted to Mrs. Xuanhua every day, how can he have the heart to manage the government?" Speaking of Mrs. Xuanhua, Gala's heart couldn't help but shrink, grabbed the bedding, and felt a little convulsing and pain in his abdomen. The sesame past of old and rotten grains seemed to have appeared before her again.

Yang Jian sighed slightly, held her hand gently, and whispered: "Madam Xuanhua is a thing of the past. No matter how good Chen'er is, she is not as good as the prince you gave birth to me." He murmured, like the warmest love words on the bed. Gala smiled, but he didn't hear it as much as his heart. He couldn't see through her expression, but he felt a little disappointed and didn't feel anything anymore. She was willing to give birth to a son for him, and things in the future would be better.

Yang Jian thought and continued to tell her the current situation together. "I need the power of He Taishou." He talked about this matter openly after her pregnancy, and it can be seen that the consequences are already very serious. Needing the power of He Taishou means that he needs to marry He Taishou, so Chen Yueyi's entry into the palace must be the situation.

No wonder Chen has entered the palace these days. It turned out to be to find out what she meant and pave the way for her women to enter the palace. Gala tilted his head and thought about the interests. Now she and Yang Jian are grasshoppers on the same rope. Yang Jian jumped far and ran higher than her child's path to walk better.

After weighing the pros and cons, the Chen Yueyi was indeed the most suitable person to enter the palace. Gala nodded and said, "If you think you need it, just do it." Yang Jian asked the question in his heart: "Then you..." She shook her head: "It doesn't matter, do you think I was unwilling tolerant in my previous life?"

A lady Xuan Hua can make her temper last for so long, and she has always been lukewarm to him. He has been having trouble with this period of time. Yang Jian was talking in his heart, but he touched her head calmly: "I know what you mean..."

He paused and added: "After all, you are the biggest, no matter how powerful she is, she can't beat you." Garo smiled faintly. She never saw Chen Yueyi, and it doesn't matter whether she enters the palace or not. But there is only one, Yang Jian's child must be out of her belly.

Yang Jian's goal has been achieved, and Gala is happy to do favors. He has too many things to do, and he has no time to say some hypocritical words again.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

"Hua Shang, do you think the charcoal fire is strong today?" She asked without raising her head. The other party did not agree. Gala asked again patiently before she heard her say, "People's hearts are cold, so what if the fire is strong?" Hua Shang's voice. Gala took a meal and looked up at her. She rarely saw Hua Shang recently. She heard Hua Shang say that she was doing well.

"Come on," Garo sat up in the fur and smiled at her. Little did she know that what Hua Shang hated the most was the smile wrapped under her hypocritical appearance: "I don't want to laugh, why are you doing?" Garo spreads his hands. You see, if she doesn't like someone, she will even smile.

But when she saw Hua Shang really wanted to laugh, she was willing to indulge Hua Shang's willfulness and arrogance. "Are you going out today?" She asked, the plush under her feet slipped down, and she couldn't bend down now. Hua Shang gritted her teeth, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Yes." The two of them were silent for a while, but the atmosphere was unfamiliar but inexplicably close.

"You..." "I..." Gala smiled and said, "You talk first." Hua Shang gritted her teeth: "I heard everything outside just now." "What did you hear?" Gala pulled out silver charcoal and suddenly came over: "You said the King of Sui was going to bring Chen Yueyi, the daughter of He Tai, into the palace?" "Yes." She was waiting for her reply.

Gala sighed slightly in his heart. The girl still couldn't see clearly until now. “Yes, I agreed.” She said Hua Shang glared quietly: “But you are about to give birth now.” She still cared about her after all. “Yes, I am about to give birth.”

Gala smiled faintly: "But it was the King of Sui and Chen Yueyi who got married. What does it have to do with me?" Hua Shang took a deep breath: "Don't you feel uncomfortable!" After the quarrel that day, she was lazy to talk to her. Although her tone today was very bad, Gala sounded that Hua Shang had the most kind tone in the past few months.

She shook her head: "Hua Shang, you have to know. A man like the King of Sui cannot always be the only one by me, and Chen Yueyi cannot only have two people after entering the palace." This is a battlefield, and it is also life and death. In this world, life and death are the most important, but often one's own life is the least important.

Gala wanted to ask, what would happen to Yang Jian if she was gone? Think about it seriously, it would probably not happen, except that she would shed a lot of color in his life, in his later years, a hint of loneliness and nostalgia for her would be revealed in his eyes. But Yang Jian would still continue to be the emperor.

This is the human nature of this world and this world. Gala looked at her. Her eyes were extremely beautiful and bright. Her eyes became gentler after becoming a mother. She asked, "What is Hua Shang coming today?" "I..." She was holding her breath in her heart, and naturally she had no good temper towards her. She said angrily: "I am here to tell you that I am going to get married."

Gala was stunned: "Li Bing?"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          �

"Oh." Hua Shang got up and stood up, leaving without looking back. Gala looked at her figure that was leaving, bent down and hugged her lower abdomen: "What's wrong with you?" He said with gritted teeth, and cold sweat appeared on his head. A burst of violent thrusting made her unable to lift her body. "Hua Shang..." She screamed in a low voice, but the people outside could not hear it at all. Gala screamed loudly again, only the size of a mosquito.

She tried to stand up: "Um..." Her stomach hurt so much that she wanted to faint. She couldn't fall down. Galo tried hard to tell herself, bent down on the table and stood up, and the fur slid to the ground. She felt that she felt hot and a heat flow came out. The amniotic fluid was broken and the child was about to give birth.

But Gala bit his mouth in pain, tripped the cauldron on his feet, and clanged with a clang--                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                �

Garoyi was on her, and she vented more and inhaled less. She felt like she was fished out of the water, with her expectations and prayers for life, and gasped: "Call me, call me Sun Simiao." "Yes, yes." Hua Shang was so scared that she lost her tone and shouted: "Go and call Sun Simiao!"

"Sui, King of Sui..." It happened a long time after Yang Jian received the news. He went to the military camp in the deep mountains. Galo held his belly as big as a watermelon and was tossing and turning on the couch. Sun Simiao had already put down a bowl of thick birth-inducing medicine.
Chapter completed!