Yong looked at him timidly, and he went into Hua Shang's arms more and more, intuition making him afraid of the tall man in front of him. Yang Jian didn't want to be more nostalgic on him at all. He lowered his head and glanced at him: "Come over to the wife." After that, he strided forward.

"Setting off!" The flags and drums sounded loudly, and the black and golden flag of Sui State flew in the wind. The sky was so high that they were about to start the second journey of their lives. In a crying, they sat next to Gala unwillingly.

Hua Shang coaxed him to hand him his favorite sweets, and then he cried while crying. The carriage slowly drove past the square, and groups of royal nobles who came to see him knelt on the ground and bowed. In the crowd, He Li knelt beside Li, and she raised her head and looked at Yang Jian on the horse infatuation.

She turned her head and said to the mother beside her, "Mother, I want to marry him." Li looked at him meaningfully and whispered: "He already has a wife." He Li smiled shyly with his little daughter: "Even if the King of Sui has other concubines, his daughter is willing."

She seemed to be convinced by her mother, and said more firmly: "If I can't marry him in this life, I, He Li, would rather not marry in this life!" The oath dissipated in the air, far away. A gust of wind rolled up the long curtain, and Hua Shang stepped forward and put it down: "Madam, the wind is rising." She said that the long curtain fluttered in the wind, blocking the journey ahead.

Gala looked at her softly and smiled: "Yes, the wind is rising." On the other side, Huafan hugged the child and gently hugged him tightly. The child was confused, not knowing that his parents would leave him for a long time. He was sleepy, his lips opened and he yawned. His eyes were sleepy, just like Gala looked at the scene when he was up in the morning. Huafan said: "Guanger, your mother is gone."

She saw the strands of black hair on A Guang's hand rippling in the wind, carefully took it off, opened the sachet between his neck and put it in. A Guang fell asleep in her arms. The wet nurse was about to come and hug him, but she avoided him sideways. "Girl, the little prince is going to sleep." The wet nurse was puzzled. She looked at A Guang gently and said in a light voice that could not be more light: "I'll just coax him to sleep."

"Wow~" In the middle of the night, Gala and Yang Jian were awakened by crying at the same time. When the palace servants outside the house heard the sound, they hurriedly lighted the lights and flirted the tent. Gala touched his side, where was the person?

Fortunately, Hua Shang illuminated her vision, and saw Yong kneeling on his knees, open his mouth and crying loudly. Then he looked at the obvious pool of water under his butt, which had spread to where she had just slept. After touching her back, he realized that his back had been wet. Yong had urinated.

Yang Jian's face next to him had long been so dark that it could not be darker. This was the first time he had encountered a child urinating. He never slept with the child before, and Galo had not taken care of the child for many years and forgot this. It was a cold day, it would be a disaster if he was frozen.

Gala didn't care about himself and quickly pulled Yong up. The child's devil cries lingered in her ears one after another. She handed Yong to the wet nurse who came from behind. The wet nurse and Hua Shang were disheveled, and she couldn't untied her belt, so she hurriedly knelt on the ground. "King of Sui, please spare me, Yong... the eldest son..."

"Okay." Garo waved his hand: "It's not a big deal. If you take Yong down, he will be frightened tonight." Hua Shang looked at Yang Jian with a courageous look in horror, and then hurriedly hugged Yong and retreated. Garo turned around and noticed him. Yang Jian pursed his lips tightly and called her over.

As Galo passed, he pulled her into his arms, tightly clamped her, and leaned his jaw against her shoulder. His breathing was hot and steady. Galo wanted to turn around, but he stopped him. "What's wrong?" she asked looking ahead.

The charcoal fire was burning, and the stars were lit up red, like the last bit of shiny fireworks set off in winter. Yang Jian shook his head and handed over his heavy weight to her, and she could feel his dependence and another heavy feeling at this moment. She was also silent, waiting for his words.

After a long time, when Gala thought he was asleep tonight, Yang Jian said in a muffled voice: "Gala, did you do this before?" "Ah?" Gala didn't understand what he meant. "You took care of Ayong like this before, Chong'er and others?" His voice seemed to be sick.

Gala took a deep breath. In fact, she was not willing to mention Ayong's. That hurdle was a sadness that she could not overcome. So why did she prevent Mrs. Rong Hua from returning to Yang Jian like that? In addition to her jealousy at that time, there was another point in Ayong.

She felt Yang Jian's heavy weight, so she thought for a while before speaking cautiously: "Actually, their conditions were already very good at that time, and many of them were taken care of by themselves, only Lihua..." She lowered her head, unwilling to think of those uncomfortable sad things again. "Actually, I rarely think of her later."

She smiled and said. Yang Jian hugged her tighter behind her. The two people were like vines wrapped in a tree, hugging each other at a distance they had never been close in their lives. Yang Jian asked: "Lihua, what kind of child is Lihua?" The distance was too far, and he only vaguely remembered that Gala had given birth to a daughter for him.

"Lihua." Garo narrowed his eyes and said softly with a vague memory, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth: "Her eyes look like A Guang, like me. Maybe it's because of the girl, she looks better than A Guang. At that time, I just came out of the water prison and braided her hair every day. Her hair is very thick and black, which is more like you."

She said, turned around, looked at him with a squinting smile, gestured to him with her fingers, trying to tell him how cute Lihua is. Yang Jian's heart only felt heavy pain at this moment. If such a daughter is still there, he will definitely feel a thousand times more painful than Zhaorong.

But two years have passed, and he has no chance to chase the seal. She is a princess who has been forgotten by him and has long been buried in the long river of history. "Gala, I regret it." Yang Jian said.

Alas. It was late at night, and someone sighed softly. Galo changed his clothes and fell in Yang Jian's arms. Tonight, because of the desperation, they remembered the daughter who died prematurely. After many years of events, no one could share this long-lasting loneliness with her after the bloody pain.

Others can't do it, and Yang Jian can't do it. She can comfort Yang Jian so calmly now because she was so luxurious that she didn't want to share the last pain with him. This is Gala, the most real Gala hidden behind the tenderness.

The long journey set off in the morning light on the second day of getting up early. Galo slept well last night. She sat in the car and looked at the view outside the window with her head. There was no snow and the rain stopped. Although the mountains and rivers were depressed, they were particularly refreshing. The cold air turned into a misty white mist between breaths, as if even breathing was sweet.

Yong sat next to her, playing with the little toy that Hua Shang gave her. Yong forgot for a while, and was furious by the long journey. He roared and shouted and wanted to get off the car and go home. Hua Shang looked like a grandson, bowing his head and bowing and wishing to kneel down for him, but he couldn't coax Yong. Finally, he watched him smash a small ball like Gala.

Hua Shang and the wet nurse were so scared that they were about to dissipate. Who in the Sui Kingdom didn't know that the Sui King was almost in pain? After being fussed for so long, Yong finally wanted to attract Gala's attention. A child who was used to being willful in his palace always wanted to challenge authority, and then continued to act recklessly for the sake of the future.

The small ball hit her and rolled down from her chest to the long skirt. Garo picked it up, raised his head, looked at him with a faint smile, very gentle. "Ball!" Yong said fluently: "Give me back!" Garo handed the ball to Hua Shang: "Take it." Hua Shang delivered the ball outside the window, Yong stood up, put his hands on his hips: "Dare you!"

He had a smell of Yang Jian. Hua Shang looked at Gala. Gala took the ball and threw it hard outside the window so hard that it could not be seen. Yong cried heart-wrenchingly, rushed over and hit her arms, and beat him up: "You compensate me, you compensate me!" Hua Shang was about to faint now. Along the way, she kept telling the eldest son that he must let his wife like him, but now!

Hua Shang hurriedly hugged him, Yong rolled in her arms, kicking and raving. Finally, Hua Shang discovered: "Big Young Master, where is your jade pendant!" The jade pendant that Jiang gave to the child before his death. Yong was stunned, with tears on his face. The jade pendant was now in Gala's hand with the ball. She didn't throw it away, but there was one more jade pendant.

"Give it back, give it back!" Yong stood up and roared fiercely, his confidence was indeed insufficient. Galo asked, "Do you want it?" Hua Shang helped him return: "Madam, the eldest son is rude and asks the eldest son to forgive him. But you were also present at the time. This is the only relic left by Mrs. Jiang to the eldest son."

"You can do it again." Galuo Xingyang picked up and said, "But..." After leaving a little bit of the word. Yong was anxious, she said slowly, "But you have to apologize to me, and then I will give it to you if you don't dare to mess around like this in the future." "Wow~" The child didn't understand those things. The education he received since childhood was that he would eat candy whenever he cried. Hua Shang, wet nurse and the palace maids always responded to him.

After all, for a long time, the King of Sui had only this eldest son, and the wife could not give birth to her. They thought that if the wife had no son, the eldest son would be able to raise her under the wife's knees. "Take him away." Garo rubbed his forehead and said. Hua Shang didn't dare to do it again, so he quickly called to stop the car and hugged her husband and bravely went down.

In the car, Hua Shang handed her a cup of tea, and Gala gave her the jade pendant. Hua Shang said, "Why do you have to teach someone for your son? When you meet a stupid person, you think you have a concubine's son?" "Did you see it?" Gala blew the hot tea and said with a smile. "Why can't you see it?" Hua Shang disagreed: "You are kind-hearted, can those people with rough benzene see it?"

Besides, if Young Master Yong is so savage, it will be beneficial to our prince in the future." After all, he has a long word. Gala threw himself comfortably in his fur clothes, holding hot tea to warm his cold hands: "Hua Shang, he was delivered by me. When he was raised so old, I saw him three times. The second time was before I got pregnant. At that time, this child was very good."

But I don’t know that it has become like this now. So children without mothers are a kind of sorrow in this world. She didn’t want to teach this child, but thought of A Guang, and the people who couldn’t help but feel the same. “Hey, you are just soft-hearted.” Hua Shang complained: “The King of Sui is his biological father, and it is not necessarily that the King of Sui is so concerned.”

Gala smiled, Hua Shang only looked at one of them, but didn't understand. Yang Jian had no feelings for Yong at all. He was a person who could do his best to achieve his goals. For A Guang, he could abandon his other children and live in the upper hand. For Yang Jian, he was a threat. He would rather raise Yong than have an excellent eldest son.

"Wow—" the horse's hooves sounded, and Yu Shiji reported outside: "Madam, the King of Sui said that the next stop is Qingyang..." "Is there any problem with Qingyang?" During the lunch break at noon, Yang Jian came in, and Garo handed him a bowl of hot tea and asked.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, wiped his face with a hot towel, and said, "Qingyang is the territory of Zhao Wang Yuwen Zhao. Zhao Wang Yuwen Zhao will come to greet us later." No wonder he stopped walking forward after entering the border. "Galao, go, go outside with me." Yang Jian threw the towel and said, "Don't wait for Zhao Wang Yuwen Zhao?" Gala asked strangely.

"He won't come until evening." He said, turning around and putting a plush fluffy cloak on her, opening the gate of the camp, a cold air came to his face. Garo couldn't help but chill, feeling that he had a cold from his bones to the bottom. Her body was getting worse and worse. Yang Jian then used his wide and heavy cloak to hug her into his arms. "Are you cold?"

Yang Jian paid attention to the soldiers returning to the camp ahead, and had no time to take care of the strangeness of her body. Garo looked up at him, endured the trembling between his lips and teeth, and smiled and said, "It's okay." Yang Jian's gaze then returned to her and pulled her hand and walked out.

The snow was covered with heavy snow, and the deep ones were buried on the knees. As soon as you stepped on it, you could hear a soft rustling sound. Garo stepped forward step by step along the footprints of Yang Jian walking, and the cloak on his body gradually slid off her, without realizing that she had fallen behind her.

A war horse neighed in front and returned to the camp. Not far away, a group of cavalry that was not theirs came running neatly in the queue. "King of Sui!", the man led by the horse was dismounted quickly, knelt down at Yang Jian, and handed a letter: "This is my handwritten letter from the King of Sui." After that, he stood aside.

Yang Jian frowned and tore open the envelope, his eyes widened, his frown gradually spread out, and he smiled heartily: "You and Wang Yuwen Zhao said they were alone." "Yes!" Seeing that the team of people left again, Yang Jian turned around and said to her, "Let's go." "Is there anything wrong?" Galo asked.

Yang Jian took her hand and smiled, "Galao, this time, Zhao Wang Yuwen Zhao brought Zhao Wang Yuwen Zhao concubine." Yuwen Zhao brought Zhao Princess. Jia Luo smiled faintly, and Yang Jian said, "Yuwen Zhao Wang Yuwen Zhao concubine, even to the point of being alone. The only one who can get here between husband and wife in the world is you and me."

He suddenly sighed and said to her in a low voice: "Gala, I will have to grow old together in this life." I will grow old together. A bird in the cold winter flew to the branches of the tree, spreading its feathers and roaring loudly. After a while, a bird above the tree stepped lightly, turning its agile eyes and lowered its head to observe it.

The snow on the branches fell, and the bird under the tree also saw it and flew up. "Where will the King of Sui take me?" she asked. The soldier led a horse, and he quickly raised his horse and stretched out his hand to her, staring at her deeply: "Gala, I'll take you to the field to take a look."

The sound of horse hooves trampled through the snow and ran towards the bright and wide side not far away. The sound of wind was howling in her ears. She endured this trembling cold feeling and tried her best to narrow her face in the cold wind. She thought, this winter was so cold.

The wheat fields were covered by the endless university. When Yang Jian hugged Gala, she asked, "What do you want to see?" He tidied up her cloak: "I want to see how the crops are in Qingyang." Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "I want to know how strong the implementation of Yuwenzhao's government orders and government orders are implemented?"

Only in this way can he determine whether the other party has the ability to be his partner. After he finished speaking, he turned to the attendant following him and said, "You can rest here, don't follow me and my wife." Yu Shiji disagreed: "But King Sui..." His words were stopped by Yang Jian's eyes, and he had to shut up in the end.

The two of them changed into clothes, jackets and skirts worn by civilians. Galo took off the white jade hairpin from his head and picked up the jingle hairpin. There were not many people living in the farmland, but a few scattered huts were trembling in the cold wind. Yang Jian chose a family with smoke to knock on the wooden door and enter, and a dog roared and kept trying to go forward and bite.

Yang Jian protected her beside him. "Awang, don't shout!" A child came out with two corners and held the bowl. Following him was an old man with white hair. "San'er, who is it-" "Grandpa, it's a man and a woman." The child named San'er hurried over to support Grandpa.

The old man looked up at Yang Jianjialuo with a hard time with his head raised. "Brother, sister-in-law, are you?" Yang Jian let go of Jialuo's hand and went up to bow and said, "Hello, old man, my husband and I come from a distance, and the cold weather is so cold that I can't stand it. I came up to ask for a glass of water." "Come in, hurry up."

The people here are warm and simple, and hospitality. Galo brought hot water and sat by the stove. He shivered and used the hot water to drive away the cold air from his body. Only then did he realize that the family's surname was Hu. Husou had three sons and two daughters in his life. The eldest and the second son died on the battlefield. The third son was just dragged to work hard labor two years ago, leaving behind Saner and a son.

Both daughters married to the neighboring village and rarely came back during the Chinese New Year and holidays. Hu Sou pulled his only grandson and barely survived by the land left by his ancestors. Yang Jian asked: "I am a foreigner and I want to settle in Qingyang, but I don't know what Zhao Wang Yuwen Zhao is now?"
Chapter completed!