The warm mutton fat jade is well polished, with Ganoderma lucidum and crane carved on the front, and the four words "Xianshou Hengchang" on the back. The carving method is excellent, and it is all the master's hands. The jade pendant is decorated with exquisite sachets, decorated with a small piece of tassel. It seems to have been washed a few times, and it looks very old, but very clean.

The old thing that had been lost for many years returned to his palm. Yang Jian stroked the sachet and smelled the faint fragrance in it. The past came to his heart, as if his mother was still alive, which made people nostalgic.

He held the jade pendant in his palm and looked at Gala with a complicated expression, "That's it?"

Gala nodded and said yes.

Yang Jian was still holding the jade pendant, and had no intention of returning it to her, so he just said "Oh" softly.

Gala felt strange and thought that Yang Jian was suspected of this thing being related to Xihu, so he hurriedly explained: "This jade pendant is the thing of my benefactor. I cherish it, just to thank the grace of life-saving in the past, and it has nothing to do with Xihu. Please check it out."

Yang Jian said nothing, raised his eyebrows and looked at her absent-mindedly: "Savior?"

Asking the bottom line in this way, is it because I suspect that she was lying?

Gala is in a difficult situation now, so of course he does not want to cause suspicion in vain. In desperation, he had to bow and salute and say it even more clearly, "I will never dare to deceive Your Highness. When I was ten years old, I was sent to Huainan. On the way, I lived in a Buddhist temple and almost drowned in the lake behind the temple. Fortunately, my benefactor rescued me, so I managed to save my life. I failed to see my benefactor's face clearly, but fortunately I still have this thing, and I just wait for the benefactor to meet my benefactor again one day. With this jade pendant as a letter, I can thank you in person. This matter is absolutely true. If Your Highness does not believe it, he can send someone to Huainan to investigate."

Yang Jian remained silent and suddenly sneered after a long time.

Of course, this matter is absolutely true and there is no need to ask.

At that time, Emperor Zhou Jing first ascended the throne, drove Prince Hui's mansion out of the capital and moved to Huainan. His father was in a difficult situation and was depressed. Because he encountered rain on the way, he temporarily lived in a Buddhist temple and answered doubts at the high monks in the temple. He was young and rebellious, and was monitored by Emperor Zhou Jing's eyes and ears, and felt extremely depressed. He always lie on the old locust behind the temple wearing a mask.

That day, I saw a beautiful little girl in danger in a lake. She rescued her and hurriedly left. Later, I found that the jade pendant left to him by her mother when she died was lost.

He searched through the entire temple, but found no trace, and was deeply regretful.

Later, when I met Gala at the Gao family in Huainan, I realized that the little girl he saved that day was the daughter of the Dugu family. He was bullied by the Gao family and knew the old grudges of the Dugu family and his father, so I realized that he had saved a little ungrateful wolf that day. Even though he had met Gala several times, he had never mentioned this.

But unexpectedly, after several years, he would meet this jade pendant again here.

My mother died because of the Dugu family. He accidentally saved the daughter of the Dugu family and asked the precious jade pendant to fall into her hands.

By chance, it's really ironic!

When did she get the jade pendant? When he saved her?

Should I return it to her? If I don’t return it, what reason should I detain it?

Yang Jian held the jade pendant tightly, and was in a conflict. He wanted to take it back, but he couldn't find a suitable reason to convince the public. As for telling the old story, Yang Jian glanced at the little ungrateful wolf in front of him, and sneered in his heart. He put his heart on, threw the jade pendant back into Gala's palm, then clamped the horse's belly hard, and rode out the horse first.

Galo hurried back to the carriage, his heart still jumping.

The jade pendant in the palm of her palm still had a hot temperature. She tossed and turned for a while before she carefully put it away.

I still lived in Guanyi that night.

There are less than two days left here from Yunzhong City. There are thousands of garrisons in the city, busy strengthening the city's defense. Yang Jian lured several Xihu people in the daytime, but the time was too hasty to interrogate. After a hurry to use supper, he asked someone to find a hidden and reliable house and take someone to interrogate.

When Gala learned about the movement, he was also worried.

When Yang Jian said that she was abducted that night, she just regarded it as a coincidence. After all, with her shallow understanding, the people of the West Hu are fierce and located in remote areas. Many people will make money by their lives if they are uneasy. Anyone who is willing to give money can be loyal to them, no matter their identity, they are confused and have no clue.

However, today, all the people who followed her for several days were Xihu people.

This reminds Gala of another thing-

Her father Dugu Shan traveled everywhere and met his mother Nanfeng in the Xihu territory.

In Gala's memory, my mother was extremely beautiful, and her deep eyes with slightly blue pupils were even more fascinating. She was incomparable to the whole capital. Her grandmother also had such eyes, slightly curly hair, and her appearance was completely different from those of the women in Huainan. In recent years, although my father refused to mention her mother's past at all, she heard from her occasional mentions that her mother's life experience seemed quite mysterious.

However, all Gala could know was that.

Although my grandmother often talked about her and occasionally said something she couldn't understand, she did not reveal any information. Every time Gala wanted to ask more questions, she kept silent. When she asked Hua Shang, she was also unaware of it.

This made Gala more and more nervous and confused, and vaguely scared.

After waiting for an hour in a state of anxiety, he suddenly heard the sound of the door clasping outside the window, and Gala, who was originally sitting on the embroidered bench, stood up suddenly.

Hua Shang quickly walked over to open the door, and stood outside Yue Hua, the female guard who saved Gala at noon.

"Your Highness asks Miss Dugu to come over and ask for important matters." Yue Hua bowed his hand and looked cold.

Gala dared not neglect and followed her, with only Yang Jian and Han Qinhu in the room.

Galo met with him, and Yang Jian ordered her to get up.

The atmosphere inside the house was stagnant and dull. Under the bright lights, Yang Jian's expression was particularly serious, and his eyes were aimed at Gala, which was the familiar sharp and coldness of the past. He held the iron fan in his hand, and the black handle was cold and hard, which was set against the ink-colored outer robe, which made people sober. Gala even noticed that a few drops of blood were soaked in the cloud pattern on his sleeve, which made the ink color deeper.

Did Yang Jian personally sentence the Xihu people just now when he interrogated them?

Gala's heart thumped and saw him walking over with a calm face and stopping in front of her.

"The Xihu royal family sent someone to capture you."

A cold voice poured into Gala's ears, and she looked up in shock and met his deep gaze.

"Xiao Cong of Xiliang, Xihu's dead soldier, Gala——" Yang Jian looked at it and suspected, slowly raised his arm, and the handle of the fan was pressed against Gala's throat, "The reason behind the love is brought from reality!"

The fan handle was cold and the force was much heavier than the test in Jianzhang Palace, which made her breathing slightly stagnant.

Peace negotiations are of great importance. Today, the fierce battle by the waterside today. Although the Xihu people were captured, Yang Jian also damaged several guards. Internal and external affairs were inseparable, the Western Liang was unclear. The Western Hu was like a ghost, and the situation was confusing. His suspicion became increasingly deep. He stared at Gala with a geek-like gaze, as if he wanted to see through her through those eyes.

Gala unconsciously held his hands tightly and hid them in his sleeve.

"I'm also very scared, but I really don't know the reason behind it." Her eyes were sincere.

Yang Jian's eyes were darker and the fan handle was heavier.

Gala dared not hide back, and begging rose in her eyes. She had a very beautiful appearance, her eyes were bright and energetic. Under the candlelight, the slight blueness of her pupils was like the waves of water on a sunny day. At this time, it was full of pleading and panic, and pitiful. However, she refused to say anything, and even if it was of great importance, she still didn't reveal a word.

Yang Jian's face suddenly became angry and he said sternly: "Han Qinhu!"

"As for the order." Han Qinhu immediately responded, not even looking at Gala. He took a black package from the side and spread it on the long table.

Gala's breathing was stagnant. When he raised his eyes, he saw Yang Jian's face turned gloomy, as if he was about to rain. He lowered his eyes and was slightly undulating, as if he tried his best to restrain his anger.

The wind sounded sharply outside the window, and Han Qinhu quickly walked out of the house.

With a "bang", the iron fan flew out from Yang Jian's hand, and the door suddenly closed.

It was like a heavy hammer hitting Gala's heart, making her chest thumping that could not be curbed.

Yang Jian said nothing, and suddenly stretched out his arms to wrap around Gala, trapping her between his waist and his arms. He was already born Gao Jian, much taller than the fourteen-year-old Gala. His arms were like an iron hoop. With a little force, Gala's feet left the ground. Then he strode towards the long case, and his arms caused pain in Gala's body, which was obviously anger.

There were documents piled up on the long table. Yang Jian waved his arm to sweep it down, and then threw Gala on the table.

Gala glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw dozens of slender steel nails on the table.

She faced Yang Jian with her back against the long desk, and suddenly remembered the various tortures that were rumored by the people, and her face changed instantly.

Yang Jian glared at Gala, and saw her face full of panic, like a deer with nowhere to escape under a bow and arrow. The fog in her eyes became thicker and water waves rose. The hand that went to get the steel nails slowed down unconsciously, then frowned deeply, flipped Gala with one hand, and made her lie on the table.

A steel nail suddenly shook off, nailed in front of Gala, only a slight difference from her fingers. Yang Jian leaned over and trapped her in his arms, even his breathing seemed to be chilling.

Gala was frightened and looked at the steel nails, and could even smell the mixed smell of rust and blood.

Chapter 07

I don’t know when the candlelight in the house went out, and it looked dark and gloomy.

Gala couldn't control his trembling whole body, but Yang Jian was pressed with one hand behind him and could not move. She was extremely frightened, knowing that Yang Jian was extremely angry at this time, and hatred for the Gao family and Dugu family, and all kinds of ruthless measures were used. Of course, she was afraid. She had been raising her delicately for fourteen years, and she had never been so scared except for the time she almost died in the water?

I quickly weighed the trade-offs in my heart.

Before he could sort out his thoughts, Yang Jian held a steel nail in one hand and bypassed the back of her hand with the other, catching her fingers.

His hands were also cold, and he tried his best to pinch Gala's middle finger and pressed against the steel nail without hesitation. With a little force on the steel nail, the tender skin was poked into it.

Gala was filled with fear of the rumor of torture. In his fear, he almost put his mind on his fingers. A slight pain came, and immediately rolled up his fear and attacked his whole body.

Her whole body shook even harder, and tears in her eyes were hazy.

In a panic, my hands were difficult to move, and my feet were stepping on a foreign object, but I was not mentally aware of it.

Yang Jian was condescending with a stern tone, "The peace talks between the Western Liang Dynasty are of great importance. The Xihu royal family will definitely have some plans. The lives of the Supreme Emperor and the court officials are still in the hands of Xiliang. There are thousands of people here in danger and cannot be lost. Since they have been brought in, they will not be able to escape unscathed. Gala——" He leaned over and leaned close to Gala's ears and said coldly: "I'll give you the last chance, do you say it?"

The words begging for mercy were almost blurted out, and Gala bit his lip tightly, trembling as if the leaves fell in the wind.

Tears fell on the table. She tried desperately to withdraw her fingers, but she couldn't move under Yang Jian's shackles.

The sharp steel nails pressed against her fingertips, and with just a little force, they could break the skin and bones.

Gala felt cold sweat all over just thinking about it, but hesitated in his heart.

Before she could wait for her answer, Yang Jian snorted coldly: "Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

He did not hesitate at all, pressed Gala's finger on the long table with his right hand, retreated a little with his left hand, compared it to her fingers, and then suddenly reached out and stabbed it. The swift and decisive movements were no longer allowed to Gala to think. The moment the cold steel needle touched the skin, there seemed to be a sharp pain throughout his body. Gala was shrouded in great horror and shouted in dismay: "I say!"

Her whole body was tense, and the moment she exclaimed, her feet were extremely strong, Yang Jian frowned, and his body did not move.

The steel needle deviated from the fingertips and slid to the other side, leaving only red marks.

Gala was still in shock, and in tears, he saw Yang Jian withdraw his hand and let go of her.

Her legs trembled continuously, but her strength seemed to be pulled away. She fell to the ground with a silence, leaning against the table and gasping for a sharp breath. The tears fell even faster, and fell on her clothes. Her throat trembled until she was choked. She suddenly buried her head in front of her chest, hugging her arms and cried loudly.

The lights were dim and weak, and Yang Jian stood beside him, listening to her grievance and horror crying, he was at a loss.

The pain of being stepped on his feet was no longer enough to care about. He subconsciously wanted to reach out to help her, but it was only when he suddenly realized the purpose of this intimidation that he quickly retracted his hand and turned around to look at her.

Only Gala's aggrieved crying was left in the room, which clearly collided into Yang Jian's heart, fiercely.

Yang Jian clenched his fists in his sleeves. After a long time, he looked back solemnly and said, "Have you cried enough?"
To be continued...