Hu Sou said, but he didn't hear it clearly. San'er said again in his ear. Hu Sou then said: "Zhao Wang Yuwen Zhao, OK! I just can't stand the heavy taxes. My family can't pay the heavy taxes and can only let San'er's father do hard labor to get taxes." "Why is the heavy tax?" "Hey. Nowadays, where are the taxes not heavy? Just talk about the neighboring Sui land, which is also heavy."

Hu Sou shook his head heavily: "We ordinary people don't care about following anyone else, and can just give them a bite of rice to survive." "Dad, I put the sweet potato into soup, you and San'er will eat this for noon." A woman outside the door flirted with her tent, and she looked very thick and compact. Seeing a strange man, she hurriedly hid outside again.

Through a thin curtain that was blowing through the wind, he said, "Hey, I don't know there is someone inside, Dad, San'er, I'm going to the ground." Hu Sou shouted inside, "Go." He smoked a sip of sweat and spit out a sip of turbid cigarette: "San'er's mother, she is doing the hard work at home."

Yang Jian said oh, and took a sip of the fishy hot water. Garo smelled the smoke and coughed. Hu Suo's turbid and clear eyes fell on her, and he looked at her with his eyelids for a while: "This lady looks like a congenital deficiency." The smile on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth gradually faded away.

Hu Sou said, "Looking at how young you look, why is there no blood on your face? Like San'er's mother, she goes to the field to work hard every day, and she is very silly." As she said, she said proudly towards Yang Jian: "I look at you and don't look like farmers." "Bang--" A heavy object fell outside.

San'er hurriedly lifted the tent and looked out: "Mom!" The sharp and sharp voice stimulated everyone's eardrums. Hu Suo slowly stood up with a dry tobacco, and saw the man in a black yard and San'er's mother lying in a pool of blood through the dilapidated curtain. "Mom!" San'er ran out screaming. "San'er."

Before Hu Suo's voice could sound, there was blood in San'er's throat. The man in black covered his face and coldly raised the cold knife dripping with blood, pointing at Yang Jian. Yang Jian took off his coat, handed it to Garo, protected her behind him, and pulled out the sharp knife. "Don't come out."

He left her a word, staring at the front, but it didn't fall on her at all. The broken curtain was rolled up and put down, and a whisper-sounding sound came from the sky. It was an alarm, calling Yu Shiji and the others, and then he could only hear the sound of fighting from outside.

The cold sound of weapons collision and the sound of cutting one after another made people's scalp numb. "King Sui, die!" She couldn't see the scene outside, but she felt a sensation in her heart. She hugged Yang Jian's coat tightly. "You, you are..."

Hu Sou's cigarette pipe fell to the ground. There were too many people in black. Yang Jian fought against ten, but he was cold and ruthless. In the end, he directly cut off the opponent's head with a knife, and the hot blood was still slamming his face. There were four left. He raised his knife, wiped the blood from his face with his right hand, and his eyes were like an eagle.

The men in black left and right looked at each other, and the men in black in the middle nodded. The four of them were divided into two factions. Yang Jian was trapped, and one of the men in black broke into the house. "Yang Jian, see who she is!" Garo was tied and pushed to the forefront. She watched him turn his head and kill a man in black.

The black-clothed man sneered in her ears one after another. The cold blade had already been placed on her neck, and the blade could cut off the tiny hair. Garo watched Yang Jian fight among the crowd, and watched the scorching blood gushing on him. The black-clothed man lifted the knife: "If you want to blame, blame your husband!" Garo closed his eyes.

Wow, a cold shot came. The man in black behind her fell down. "Madam, it's too late to come down." Yu Shiji threw the arrows to others and ran forward. Yang Jian finally killed the last man in black. The ground was filled with people. She raised her hand stiffly and touched the blood in her neck.

Yang Jian calmly climbed the steps, his eyes were extremely cold, and he looked at the blood in her hands motionlessly: "I just saw Yu Shiji raise his bow, so..." Garo closed his eyes tremblingly, and the darkness in front of him was dyed red by blood. A Guang's little face appeared in front of her.

After a long time, she opened her eyes, looked at him and shook her head: "I'm very good, I'm fine, is there nothing wrong with the King of Sui?" Her cold hands touched his sleeves with her blood. The sleeves were the blood of the man in black. He had been used to fighting on the battlefield for many years.

"It's nothing." Yang Jian replied to her, rubbing her shoulders hard, giving her a strong affirmation. Yu Shiji and others searched through the body, Yang Jian pulled her behind her and frowned: "How?" A short and thin man behind Yu Shiji held his fists and stepped forward: "King of Sui, the word Zhao is engraved on the sharp knife."

Yang Jian held her hand more and more powerfully: "The skills of those assassins just now looked like those who were called by Zhao Wang Yuwen." "Can it be Zhao Wang Yuwen?" Yu Shiji asked him, his expression was equally solemn. "Maybe it, maybe not."

Yang Jian looked solemn, and went forward and stretched out his hand. A guard immediately handed the long sword behind him. He used the sharp blade to lift the collar of the man in black, and saw the word Zhao appear on it. Yu Shiji was shocked and picked up the chest of several people: "The King of Sui, is the person Zhao Wang Yuwen Zhao!"

If he wanted to send someone to assassinate Yuwen Zhao, he would carry a knife with his marks in it, and the assassin would have a name for his vassal place engraved on his chest? Yang Jian pursed his lips and his eyes were deep. In the end, all the answers were tightly pulled into the palm of his deep hand. "Gala." Yang Jian looked back and said to her, "Let's go."

His expression was still a little dark and he didn't change. Gala was stunned: "Okay." After Yang Jian walked forward for two or three steps, she followed her. Before she took the first step, her feet became weak and she fell to the ground. Fortunately, Yu Shiji followed her and caught it. "Madam, be careful," Yu Shiji said.

Yang Jian noticed her strangeness and touched her feet: "Can't you walk without any wickedness?" Galo looked at him and nodded. "I'll carry you." He said as he squatted down and urged her to come up. Galo hesitated, climbed up his neck, and leaned on his broad back. "Are you scared?" Yang Jian walked step by step with her back and asked in a low voice.

"Maybe it." She responded with ease. Her restless mood disturbed her calmness. Her poor reactions caught her off guard. Perhaps it was because of the past few days that had made her tired, so she felt unable to control her body. Galo thought about it and comforted herself like this, and never found that she was getting tired.

Yang Jian walked a distance on her back before seeing the carriage. "Galao." He called her up. The person on his back had no reaction. Yu Shiji stepped forward to check: "King of Sui, the lady is asleep." He said. Yang Jian smiled and carefully put her into the carriage.

A long curtain was lowered in the carriage, and the light inside was not visible, but it was a little dark. She was sleeping very well and did not wake her up. Yang Jian fell a soft pillow on her neck. When he turned his hands, he saw that the blood on her neck had already condensed. The dazzling bright red made his teeth feel sore and soft.

It formed a sharp contrast with the rough thorn hairpin on her head. He stretched out his hand and pulled it out, took out the white jade hairpin from the drawer beside him, and the hairpin was worn between her hair. At this moment, a strand of black hair was scattered without carefully pulling her head, and there were a little bit of white hair mixed in it. She was only in her twenties.

Yang Jian was punched heavily by this reality in his heart. He endured it with a hump and whine at the disasters his wife suffered in the best years. But these disasters were almost the deepest traces that Yang Jian had given to her! The sound of the carriage was moving forward, and the farmhouse behind him had turned into a fire scene.

The red flames shone brightly, and the hot temperature melted the snow around them. Farmers in the distance found a fire and shouted to put out the fire. But when they were waiting for them to carry the bucket to water, the charred house creaked and collapsed with a loud bang. All the people were dead.

The empty bucket rolled into the fields, and the cold wind blew in the vast earth. As soon as they returned to the tent, Yang Jian sent someone to call the military doctor. Hua Shang stepped forward to serve Gala's clothes and screamed suddenly when she touched her collar. Yang Jian's eyes were too long, he took off his long boots and changed into Gala's short boots. "Mrs. is injured."

He made a statement tone, clearly not wanting to tell the reason. Hua Shang gritted his teeth and hurriedly asked someone to bring a basin of hot water. At this time, the military doctor also came hurriedly with the medicine box full of sweat.

The military doctor's surname is Lin, known as Old Man Lin, with a gray beard and his hands trembling. He felt that a gust of wind could blow him away, but his eyes were very smart and shining. When he saw the blood on Yang Jian's wrist, he immediately knelt down and wanted to go to the clinic. Yang Jian's eyes were oblique: "It's not me, it's my wife."

Old Man Lin was covered in white hair and was stunned. He watched Yang Jian clean the snow on his arm and then realized that he had come to his senses. He was the oldest and best at treating trauma. Hua Shang came out, lifted the curtain and waved to him: "Madam is here." Yang Jian said: "Go together."

He had a pressure on his body, which always gave people a dull aura. Old Man Lin rarely had the chance to see him, but every time he saw him, he felt like a mouse saw a cat. This time he lowered his head and walked forward, kneeled in front of Gala, glanced slightly, and didn't dare to look at it: "I don't know where the wife is injured?"

Yang Jian said: "The neck was cut by a knife, and some blood was bleeding."... Old man Lin nodded, calmed his expression and stood up to investigate. He didn't dare to look at his wife's jade face. He just asked Hua Shang to pinch the wound and swing her neck back and forth. Finally, he had an idea in his mind. "Let me take the pulse." He said.

Hua Shang took Gala's hand out of the quilt, and Old Man Lin put his hands on his hands, stroked his long beard and pondered for a while: "I was frightened." "Yes." Yang Jian was shocked. "Just eat some pearl powder." He lowered his head and said, "The wound is not deep, it is just broken, and it is not hurt by the vitals." "When will the lady wake up?"

"This..." Old Man Lin was sweating: "I am good at surgery, but I am not as good as doctor Mo's skills, so..." Yang Jian was once again worried about why he didn't bring Sun Simiao out. "You go and prepare to bandage his wife." Yang Jian said. Old Man Lin was like an imperial edict and hurriedly bowed: "Yes, yes."

When bandaging, Old Man Lin didn't even dare to look at Gala. He just focused on one point and prepared everything carefully, and immediately retreated. Hua Shang rushed over the pearl powder and called Gala.

Gala was extremely tired. He had already shown signs of awakening during the bandage process, but something seemed to be tearing her up in her body, making her feel so tired that she had no strength to deal with it. "Madam, the King of Sui said, don't sleep, get up and eat something." Hua Shang persuaded.

After taking the medicine, Galo leaned against the cushion and looked at her half-opened eyes: "When is it?" "It's almost time for dinner." She turned her head. Isn't it almost sunset? She slept for a long time. "Hua Shang, give me water."

"Yes." Hua Shang brought the clear water, Gala swallowed it, and then let out a deep breath. She slowly touched her neck, and the tingling pain kept reminding her what happened in the morning. Hua Shang knelt behind her with a comb and combed her long hair.

She said while combing: "I heard that Zhao Wang Yuwen Zhao and Zhao Wang Yuwen Zhao concubine are about to arrive in Qingyang. The King of Sui said that if the wife doesn't feel uncomfortable, would she be willing to attend?" "Then go." Gala said. "Then I'll comb you with a flying bun for me," "Okay." Hua Shang and others helped her up and sat in front of the mirror.

The figure reflected in the mirror was bloodless, and the white gauze on her neck was particularly dazzling. A palace maid put on makeup for her, and Garo said, "It should be redder." "Yes." I don't know why the more rouge swept, her face looked more and more fake. In the end, she simply took it herself and swept a little light rouge on her forehead and nose bridge. This way she had a little bit of luster.

Hua Shang tied her hair and took a Jiuluan hairpin and put it on her. Gala stood up, and the palace maid put on her thick purple robe and a cloak with a fur collar. "You can't see the bandage." She asked. Hua Shang went up and looked at her left and right: "You can't see the lady."

"Yeah." Just as he was about to go out, he heard someone outside the tent report: "Madam, General Zhang asks for a visit." Before he finished speaking, Yu Shiji came over the tent, rubbed his hands, squinted his eyes and laughed, "Madam is awake?" "Is there anything wrong?" Gala asked directly in front of the mirror that Yu Shiji is also a very good person to ask for advice. He has always followed Yang Jian's orders, and she is the one who is polite to others.

"Madam, the King of Sui asked you to pack up and go there." He said with a smile: "Look, I'm talking too much." Garo nodded, and Hua Shang hurriedly asked someone to grab her long skirt to drag her floor. It was not as good as the palace in the suburbs. This set of dresses cannot be washed immediately. If it is stained with dust, it will be easy to color. At that time, a good set of dresses will be useless.

The Spring Festival is over now, but it is still cold and life-threatening. The sky is high and the earth is wide. The wind is gushing, and the dead weeds are all over the place, and there is no place for cattle and sheep to eat grass. Galo stepped on the frozen land. Halfway through, he could see Yang Jian's tent

He was coming out of the camp, and two horses were galloping quickly with a group of horses. She knew that one was Yuwen Zhao and the other was Princess Zhao. After Yang Jian ascended the throne, Yu Shiji died of a sudden illness one night, and Princess Zhao was included in the palace of the Chu King and died in the end. But she had such a free and happy smile.

Gala looked at the youthful face of Prince Zhao Yuwen Zhao, and the undecorated love on her husband's face with extreme greed and envy. Yang Jian's eyes looked at her at this time. Gala lowered his head because Yu Shiji was standing next to her. She just felt the sarcastic smile.

Gala walked away and saw Yuwen Zhao dismounting the horse. The two stood in front of the tent and talked with Yang Jian. Unlike Yang Jian's slightly literary temperament, Yuwen Zhao was tall and big, with rough facial features and even his voice was rough like matte paper, but his eyes were often attached to the princess behind him.

When Yang Jian saw her coming, he stopped talking and waved to her over. "This is Zhujing." He smiled and introduced, and said to Gala, "Gala, this is Zhao Yuwen Zhao and Zhao Yuwen Zhao Concubine." His eyes were filled with an indescribable meaning, but Gala was clear.

When old friends meet, they pretend not to know each other. They predict the future and outcome of each other, and they just play with it in the applause. Gala leaned over and said, "I have seen King Zhao Yuwen Zhao." Yuwen Zhao naturally did not dare to accept the courtesy, so he turned sideways. In this way, Princess Zhao behind him showed him in front of Gala.

She was looking at Princess Zhao, and Princess Zhao was also looking at her boldly. Such a woman with bright eyes and white teeth blooming freely, not delicate and unpretentiousness owed her entirely to the man in front of her! "This is my sister-in-law." Princess Zhao bowed to her in a horse-riding outfit.

Galuo quickly replied with a half-hearted salute: "Sister Princess Zhao, it's been a long time since..." At this point, she stopped. She fainted the smile on the corner of her mouth and said softly: "Hello, Sister Princess Zhao." "It's still gentle, but my sister-in-law, not like you!" Yuwen Zhao turned his head and said to her. Princess Zhao glared: "Yes, yes, then you go find a gentle one!"

"Don't dare!" Yu Wen Zhao said very bravely. Everyone looked at each other and laughed loudly. Yang Jian's eyes fell on Gala, and soon hid under this cheerful scene. "Let's go." Yang Jian said, Yu Wen Zhao curled his smile and looked introverted.

Gala took a slow step, waiting for Princess Zhao to come up and hold her arm. Sure enough, the next moment she ran over and took her hand, laughing like a silver bell: "Sister-in-law Gala, I heard that the King of Sui calls you that, will I call you that too in the future?" Gala glanced over her with a gentle smile and nodded.

When the two passed by the camp, the palace maid raised the curtain, and Gala raised it. Princess Zhao suddenly stopped after walking. "What's wrong?" Gala asked. Princess Zhao opened her eyes wide and slowly turned around, looking very confused: "Sister-in-law Gala, how do you know that I often touch the ears on it when I enter the camp?"

Gala was stunned, and then suddenly realized that this was a habit of the previous life and brought it to this life. The two men who had been discussing each other in front of him turned around and looked at her together. Yang Jian's eyes were deep. Yuwen Zhao first looked at Princess Zhao and finally his eyes fell on her. "I..."
Chapter completed!