Gala was a little surprised. Before he could walk to the door with Hua Shang, several men next to him walked by and pointed at the yard.

"It seems that I'm really going to move out?"

"I climbed up to the phoenix, can't I move away? I can marry Dugu Xin's daughter, this time he is successful..."

"No, if it weren't for Dugu Xin's promotion, he could have entered the Ministry of Revenue?"

Before the discussion was gone, the footsteps in the yard sounded, and surrounded by several servants, familiar figures walked out in the beautiful woman in brocade clothes and dressed in gorgeous clothes. The two should be husband and wife. The man lifted the curtain of the car and sent her into the carriage in a warm voice. Before he bowed in, he seemed to notice something and suddenly looked towards the direction where Gala was.

The moment the eyes met, Gala felt like he was struck by lightning.

His handsome eyebrows, tall figure, and beautiful jade crown and gorgeous clothes are in a familiar way. The corners of his lips are still smiling, just like when he was in Huainan, he went out for a spring outing with his father. He was as gentle as jade, and his behavior was gentle, and he smiled and taught her to recognize the flowers and trees in the mountains.

My grandmother said that Li Bing had asked her to marry her father, and her father also discussed with her, intending to wait until she reaches the fifteenth year of age to make a marriage.

She also looked forward to the arrival of that day.

But now, he is actually married? He married Dugu Xin’s daughter? When?

Garo's mind was completely blank.

Li Bing, opposite, obviously didn't expect that she would come here. Her hand lifting the curtain froze there. After being stunned, her face changed slightly. Then she fell off the curtain quietly to block her gaze.

The sound of rumbling carts rang out, and the luxuriously decorated carriage quickly walked away surrounded by servants.

Gala leaned against Hua Shang, and felt a heavy object pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

A person who was once so familiar, but he pretended not to know him at this time!

Even when she heard the news that the emperor was abducted and her father was defeated, she was not so shocked. She couldn't tell whether it was shocked, sad, or disappointed or afraid, but her hands and feet were trembling in a difficult situation, and her throat gradually became dry. She almost tried her best to put the letter that had been pinched for a long time back into her sleeve, clenched her fists and walked back to the carriage, one foot was as if it was filled with lead, and the other foot seemed to step on the clouds.

When she saw General Chen's gaze was suspicious, she seemed to be scrutinizing, and she could only try her best to calm down without causing too many turbulence on her face.

When he came to his senses, the carriage was approaching Jianzhang Palace.

Hua Shang was full of pain and held Gala in his arms, his voice was low and anxious, "...Miss? Just think he is ungrateful and heartless, and is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf. Don't be sad. I don't know what will happen later, but you still have to take care of your body..."

"Hua Shang. That person is Li Bing, right?"

Gala heard his voice, and was so hoarse that he was strange.

"Girl!" Hua Shang couldn't help but choked and spoke.

Warm tears fell on the back of his hand and slowly rolled down. Garo sighed and murmured: "It's him, I thought I've read it wrong."

The letter in her hand was soaked with sweat. She looked at it for a moment and tore it open in the waist. The letter was soft, but she struggled to tear it hard. After a while, the father's souvenir turned into pieces and lay in disarray in the palm of her palm.

Gala found a handkerchief and wrapped it up and handed it to Hua Shang, "I lost it back."

"Girl?" Hua Shang has always loved Gala. At this moment, he felt that his heart was about torn apart like that letter. He hugged Gala and couldn't help comforting him. "Let's not care about those things for now. How to deal with the emperor is the most important thing. Don't be sad for now..."

"I'm fine."

Gala straightened his waist and wiped the wetness that emerged from the corners of his eyes at some point.

When the carriage stopped, Gala lifted the curtain down, his posture was calm and his face was not turbulent. Hua Shang was left outside, but she was led inside by the guards of Jianzhang Palace, through the towering houses with flying eaves and corners, bypassing the exquisitely carved melodious corridor, and finally stopped outside an open hall. The iron horse on the eaves was in the wind, the beast head was rugged, the jade bi under the corridor was twilight, and the diamond flowers in the window were all royal majestic.

The guards came in and reported that they were brought into the house by the palace servants.

It is very different from the warm spring outside, the golden bricks in the hall are cold, and the daffodils in the copper jars on both sides seem to spread water vapor.

Gala lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes. When he saw the corner of the ink-colored gold-woven robe, he knelt on the ground and bowed, "I'm paying homage to Your Highness."

The hall was as quiet as death, Gala held his breath and kept his knees on the ground.

The floor tiles under her knees were cold and hard. She raised her eyelids a little, and saw that the ink boots were approaching under the corner of her robe, and finally stopped in front of her.

"Gala. Meet again." The upper voice was light. After a while, the cold iron bone fan touched the jaw. She raised her head with the force and met Yang Jian's eyes. The cold and hard pupils as dark jade were clearly hidden, like the sword tip in the forbearing sheath. If it was touched, it would spit out a chill.

The familiar cold and hard outline and indifferent expression made Gala shudder.

It was also in February of warm spring? It was when families in Huainan gathered to celebrate the spring festival. Her father, who was in the position of governor, also held a banquet for spring festivals. At that time, she first arrived in Huainan and followed her cousins ​​to play in the back garden. Seeing the older cousins ​​sneaking in, she was curious to follow behind and peek.

Not long after, she saw a young man through the rockery cave, about fifteen or sixteen years old, standing there like a green pine tree.

His clothes were very gorgeous, and his appearance was much better than his cousins ​​of the same age. He must have been well-educated. However, his shirt was stained with dirty ink. He stood there silently, without saying a word, but his eyes were like sword tips on his cousins ​​next to him. Galo stood low and could still see his fists clenched in his sleeves. Under the bright sunshine, the blue veins on the back of his hand were vaguely visible, as if he was trying his best to endure.

When you see Yang Jian, you will find that his expression is getting colder and colder.

My grandmother ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name, and always said that her father's behavior was a sin, and warned Gala not to learn from them. Although Gala would not get involved in such a thing, she was unable to stop her cousins ​​from making trouble. When she saw it from afar, she could only sympathize with her.

Who knew that today, the father and son who had endured humiliation and survived would regain the world?

The iron fan bone under the chin was cold and clear, like a sword tip pressing against the throat. Gala kept kneeling, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind. She tried her best to think about the festivals in the past, and made her voice as stable as possible: "I wonder why your highness summoned my concubine back to the capital?"

Without answering, Yang Jian slid his surgeon into her throat and saw her eyelashes trembling, clearly hiding fear.

He stared at Galo for a moment, then suddenly turned around.

"The right prime minister Dugu Xuan slandered the Lord, causing my 300,000 troops to be defeated at Huyang Pass, and the Supreme Emperor fell into the enemy's hands. His crime was severe. The Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion has been questioned and sealed, and you are also guilty. Now the Western Liang soldiers are in the north of the Wenshui River, and the court officials are strongly advocating peace. Gala——" Yang Jian paused for a moment, his voice lowered, "Tomorrow, you will follow me to the north."

"Your Highness said, let me follow the north to negotiate peace?" Garo was stunned.

Yang Jian turned his back to her without saying anything, and his back was a little stiff.

A man next to him should be an official from Jianzhang Palace. He stepped forward and explained: "The one who sent the peace talks with the Xiliang people was Xiao Cong. He asked us to lead the Dugu girl north to negotiate. Now the north is no longer able to respond to the battle, and the people are suffering from the war. It is imperative to negotiate peace talks. I hope the girl should put the overall situation first. If peace talks can be made, your highness will ask the Emperor to surrender to your mansion. Is the girl familiar with Xiao Cong?"

Gala shook his head, "Although I lived in the capital when I was young, I went to Huainan at the age of ten. I have never been to the north, and I have never seen Prince Xiao Cong. Did you... make a mistake?"

"Xiao Cong's personal letter is the girl, and he will never be wrong."

"But I..." Gala was speechless for a moment.

She had never met Xiao Cong, but Xiao Cong asked her to negotiate peace. Could it be because of her father? But there were many court officials who were abducted this time, and she was also an insignificant role in the Marquis of Wu'an. Why did she want her to go?

She couldn't figure out this problem, and Yang Jian obviously didn't figure it out either.

He turned around and looked at Gala, signaling his maid to help her up. The fourteen-year-old girl was graceful and graceful, under her soft skirt, and her slim figure first appeared. Ingala's mother was an alien. Her pupils were slightly blue, and there were waves of water rippling as she looked. Her eyelashes, which were thick and long as a small fan, trembling, and her skin was much whiter and more delicate than the girl next to her. In addition, the Huainan climate was warm, which made the skin blown and breakable, embedded with bright eyes, delicate lips and nose, and beautiful appearance.

Such a look is not surprising to men.

But in the past few years, except for returning to Beijing on the New Year's Day, almost all of Gala was in Huainan. Yang Jian knew about this. Prince Xiao Cong was far away in Xiliang, so how could he have seen her?

If it weren't for being lustful, why did Xiao Cong ask Gala to go with him and tie her and discuss her together?

Yang Jian's eyes were gaze on Gala's face, and he was confused and nervous when he saw her.

"Go back to the mansion to rest first, I will send someone to pick you up tomorrow." Finally, he left such a sentence and turned around and entered the inner hall. Compared to his previous cold and hard attitude, this was much softer. The official from Jianzhang Palace no longer delayed it. After briefly explaining a few words about going north, he ordered someone to send Gala out of the mansion.

Hua Shang was waiting outside and was anxious. Seeing that Gala came out without any damage, he secretly recited the Buddha's word.

After getting on the carriage and leaving no one else, Hua Shang hurriedly asked in a low voice: "Have the emperor ever made things difficult for the girl?"

"No. He didn't mention the old things at all." Gala closed his eyes. After many changes, he felt that his mind was not enough. "Hua Shang, I was confused and wanted to take a short look."

Hua Shang breathed a sigh of relief and held Gala in her arms, allowing her to sleep for a while.

In Jianzhang Palace, the Emperor Secretary Han Qinhu, when Gala left, he also turned into the inner hall. The hall was quiet, Yang Jian stood facing the wall, and a sword was placed on the sandalwood rack in front of him. Half of the black and dark sword body had been unsheathed. His hand fell on the hilt of the sword, as if he was thinking.

Han Qinhu didn't dare to disturb him, and after a while, he heard Yang Jian ask, "Is she leaving?"

"He has been sent back to the Marquis of Wu'an. Do you really want to take her with you?"

"The situation is forced." Yang Jian turned around and ordered: "Prepare a more comfortable carriage and transfer two guards to her."

Han Qinhu was surprised, "This time we went north and time was urgent, and the Supreme Emperor ordered everything to be simple. The death of the princess and the death of the Xinwang two years ago were related to the Dugu family and the Gao family. I remember clearly that Your Highness will not forget it. Your Highness is magnanimous without caring about old grudges, and there is no need to be too kind to treat it. What's more, Xiao Cong's request this time is strange, and it may not be related to Dugu Xuan who was abducted. There may not be any conspiracy. Why should Your Highness..."

"I know that sir hate the Gao family. When my brother died tragically, I only hate him more than sir!" Yang Jian interrupted him, and the sword was scattered. "But the man failed to fight on the battlefield, but he asked her weak woman to negotiate peace. Such things are always a shame for us."

Han Qinhu was slightly stunned and said for a while: "In just a few years, the national strength has declined to this point... Alas!"

He sighed and withdrew at the order.

Outside the Marquis of Wu'an, spring is covered with bluestone pavement, and two copper lions are majestic.

A few months ago, this place was a noble family in the capital, with hereditary marquis and prime minister's residence, which made countless people envious. Now the plaque on the door has been removed, and several imperial guards on both sides stood in a rage, and no one is allowed to enter and exit easily, just like a prison.

Gala was able to enter with the order from Jianzhang Palace and rushed to Jinxiu Hall with Hua Shang.

The house is still grand, and the interior is still the same as before, but it looks deserted because of its emptyness. The defeat at Huyang Pass shocked the court. After the new emperor ascended the throne, he seized the title of Wu'an Marquis' Mansion for the charge of dereliction of duty and delaying war. All the servants in the mansion were dismissed, and the weak female family was temporarily detained here and may be driven out of the mansion at any time. In just a dozen days, the mansion was declining.

Even though Gala had little feelings for this mansion, he felt his nose sore when he saw this.

In the Jinxiu Hall, Mrs. Dugu was already ill on the couch. When she heard Gala talk about Jianzhang Palace, she was cheered up.

"What the emperor really said? You go north to negotiate peace, and you will be given a lighter treatment after the matter is completed?"

"He only said that he would ask the Supreme Emperor to be gentle."

"That's great too!" Mrs. Dugu's old lady frowned for half a month, and finally smiled. "We, Gala, have been born well. Since Prince Xiao Cong is so serious about you, she will definitely treat you with kindness. Your father is still in the hands of the people of Xiliang, and I'm afraid your father is too. Gala, when he gets there, he has to try to rescue him and make sure to let them come back safely."

Gala bit his lip and responded perfunctorily.

It was the first time that Gala heard Mrs. Dugu praise her when she grew up so old, but she was on such an occasion. She believed that Xiao Cong was attracted by her appearance and took such trouble? She just hoped that she could serve her with sex?

Gala looked at the expression beside Mrs. Dugu's old lady, who seemed eager to give her, and it was unexpectedly calm.

She knew nothing about Xiliang and could not understand the reason why Xiao Cong asked her to go north, and she could not imagine what situation she would fall into after peace talks. Although there was anxiety and fear, she did look forward to going north as soon as possible.

Because Danzhou where her father is located is located in Wenbei, it has been occupied by Xiliang. Gala didn't know what his situation was, and only by going north could he find the news she wanted.

Mrs. Dugu has been ill for a long time and is in a daze and occasionally speaks in a mess.

Gala sat with her for a long time, listening to her instructions intermittently. When the two aunts heard the news, they also rushed to ask about the news with her. Gala asked about the news in the mansion. It was not until the beginning of the new moon that she returned to her residence to wash up physically and mentally exhausted.
To be continued...