The journey was rushed, and she didn't have much to carry. She had chosen two thick and solid clothes and brought some money to save her life. The rest was not burdened. Moreover, according to her recent observation, although Xiliang set the place for peace in Yunzhong City, when she woke up along the way, there were more and more figures of people from Xiliang, and the road was mixed with fish and dragons, and the ears and ears and ears were placed here.

Gala is unable to protect himself, and all he can do is not cause trouble.

After returning to the house, she sat quietly behind closed doors. When things came to an end, she lost the uneasiness she had last night. She even asked Hua Shang to light the pillar of the calming fragrance and leaned against the brocade quilt on the couch to nourish her spirit.

The noise outside calmed down, and the night became deeper and deeper. When the candle was turned off, the moonlight shone in from the window, leaking through the window screen, silver-white and soft.

I didn't pay attention to the bumps on the way, but now the full moon is in the sky, Gala realized that it was mid-March.

The deep and quiet people are silent, and everything is silent. At the third update, a very slight noise came from outside the window.

Gala immediately cheered up, got up and walked two steps, and saw the window sash swaying slightly, and a dark figure came in quietly.

He was tall and strong, and he wore a strange felt hat on his head, which was similar to the Xihu people he had seen these days.

Gala was slightly shocked, but the man took off his hat and whispered: "Gala, it's me."

The sound was a little awkward. Gala held the dagger hidden behind her and walked forward with Hua Shang two steps. Through the moonlight, he saw a handsome face. The familiar outline of eyebrows. After two or three years, although the voice changed, his appearance was still the same. It was actually his cousin Yu Shiji! This was the son of her cousin and Du Jifu, the Minister of Personnel. Gala lived in the capital for two years. He often came to Dugu’s house to play. At that time, Gala was young and was quite familiar with him.

Her doubts disappeared in an instant, and she walked around Hua Shang and quickly walked up, "Cousin, why is it you!"

"Your Highness sent me over - by the way, I am now the guard of Jianzhang Palace. I was summoned by Your Highness a few days ago and arrived here in the evening." Although Yu Shiji was happy about the reunion of his brother and sister, his eyebrows were also deeply worried. "There are many tigers and wolves outside, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to leave later. Your Highness will arrange someone to escort and pick him up. Don't be afraid."

Gala nodded, "I'm not afraid." He pinched Hua Shang's hand and told her not to worry.

"Then let's go." Yu Shiji didn't dare to delay too much, so he put on the felt hat again, carried Gala on his shoulder, and jumped out of the window.

The moon shines outside, and the night wind is cool.

Yu Shiji learned martial arts since childhood. In addition, he was talented and experienced in the army. He was very skilled. His figure was like a ghost and wandered in the dark. Although Gala observed the surroundings, he could not find any obvious movement, but he could still feel someone following him.

In the night wind, there were sounds of sharp arrows breaking through the air, and then there was a tingling sound of impact.

Both Xiliang and Xihu were placed in ambush around them, and they were all led out at this time.

Gala could not see the situation behind him, but could hear the fierce battle from the sound of the golden swords. It must have been arranging many guards to "chase". He listened in fear for a long time, and listened to a horse's neighing. Then Yu Shiji rode his horse on his body, protected Gala in his arms, and galloped in the night wind.

The wilderness was empty and the night wind was blowing, making Gala hard to open his eyes.

I don't know how long he ran, but when Gala thought he had already gotten rid of the thief, he suddenly felt that Yu Shiji was tense behind him and stopped his horse.

The horse under him was neighing violently. Gala opened his eyes and saw that there were suddenly many people in front of him, blocking them layer by layer, afraid that there would be more than a hundred people. They were all dressed up by farmers. Judging from their fierce expressions, they were undoubtedly all Western Hu people. Gala recognized the scimitar in their hands, which was no different from the dead men before.

The appearance of these people is obviously beyond Yang Jian's plan.

Gala's heart immediately hung.

Yu Shiji protected Gala with one hand, quickly raised his right hand, and a sharp whistle sounded throughout the country.

The author has something to say: Gala: Yang Jian is so terrible, but fortunately I have a cousin!

And the previous chapter was so scared that I didn't dare to reply to comments [covering my face] After all, Gala was the "little ungrateful wolf" saved by Yang Jian. The emperor wouldn't be so cruel~

Inside the station, the lights are brightly lit.

The mysterious girl who came with Emperor Yang Jian was robbed again. According to the guards' reward, the one who robbed her was the undead Xihu people. The accompanying officials were disturbed by the movements of the post station and woke up from their dreams. They came out to take a look. When they heard the news, they looked at each other and were shocked.

Yang Jian stood in front of the hall with a gloomy face, obviously angry about it.

Many guards who were pursuing the thieves were sent out, but there was no reply, and there was no sound in the inn.

Suddenly, a hurrying footsteps came, and Han Qinhu walked in quickly, his face quite anxious.

Seeing this, Yang Jian turned around and entered the quiet room next to him, lowering his voice, "What's the matter?"

"Your Highness, something happened to Garo!" Han Qinhu approached and whispered: "Yu Shiji issued a whistle to warn. There must be an accident on the way. The staff originally arranged may be difficult to deal with. Pei Yun and Yue Hua were both escorting him. Since he warned, it must be very difficult."

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, "Whose person?"

"Xihu."

Upon hearing this, thick clouds suddenly piled up in Yang Jian's eyes. Seeing that he seemed to be going out, Han Qinhu grabbed his sleeve in a hurry, "What are you going to do?"

"Save people."

"Your Highness!" Han Qinhu didn't expect that he would really react like this, grab his sleeves tighter, his voice low and quick, "Yu Shiji, Pei Yun, and Yue Hua are all there, and there are twenty other guards, and they are difficult to deal with. It must be the other party's fierceness and extremely difficult to deal with. Your Highness is responsible for peacekeeping, and you must not take risks! I came to report this news, just to ask Your Highness, should we withdraw our troops?"

"Removed the man?"

"Your Highness has not brought many people on this trip. If the damage is too severe, it will be harmful or not to benefit Your Highness. No matter why Xiliang and Xihu are staring at Gala, no matter how important she is, she can still withstand the major affairs of the country? Besides, there is such a big noise tonight. If Xiliang really wants Gala, he will definitely not give up when he heard that she fell into the hands of Xihu. At that time, the two countries will fight each other and we will reap profits. Isn't it the best way to get rid of the tiger now and the situation is urgent. Your Highness should follow the flow and allow Gala to be robbed by Xihu!"

"Sir, what's right." Yang Jian's voice was dull. Just as Han Qinhu breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly threw off his arm and walked out with great strides.

Han Qinhu was shocked and followed him out, "Your Highness!"

Yang Jian's steps were fast, and he stood in the hall in a blink of an eye and said loudly: "All things about the post station tonight will be handled by Han Qinhu. Those who violate the order will be dealt with. Zhan Qing - follow me!" He strode outward and flew on the horse's back. Without waiting for Han Qinhu to say anything, he left.

Han Qinhu hurriedly chased him out, but he was no longer seen.

In the wilderness, the night wind is getting colder, and the clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, gradually covering the moon.

Galo leaned tightly on the horse's back and tried his best to shrink himself into a ball.

Yu Shiji, Pei Yun and Yue Hua met with nearly twenty guards who accompanied her shoulders and protected her in the middle.

On the periphery, more than a hundred Western Hu people each held scimitars and attacked fiercely. They were obviously well-trained, not only with neat and fierce skills, but also had excellent cooperation with each other. Although Yang Jian carefully selected guards to block it, they still gradually attacked and pushed the circle smaller and smaller.

The wind in the middle of the night in the north squirmed across the cheeks, making it so cold.

Galo was lying on the back of the horse, holding the dagger given by Yang Jian in his hand, and sweat suddenly emerged from the tip of his nose.

The horse was frightened in the fierce battle and was spinning around in place. Gala's heart was in his throat, looking at the sword shadows and sword lights, and was frightened. Under the fierce siege, the guards struggled more and more. The scimitar cut out the wound, and blood splashed on Gala's face, warm and wet.

She held the reins tightly and suddenly heard a very low whistle sounding in the distance, approaching quickly.

Gala didn't know whether the visitor was an enemy or a friend, but saw that the guards suddenly became energetic, divided several people and gathered in the direction of whistling.

But for a moment, the sound of a powerful bow breaking through the air came. Amid the screams of the Xihu people, someone rushed over and broke into the gap that the guards struggled to break. His body was so low that he was covered in dark robe that he was rushing to move. When he passed by Gala, he hooked her into his arms and put it on his horse's back.

Gala was just surrounded by dizziness. In a hurry, he saw a pitch-black iron fan waving. The sharp blade protruding from the shank stood in front, and decisively and quickly broke away and broke through the siege of blood.

Yu Shiji and Zhan Qing joined forces to deal with the aftermath and stop the Xihu people who were trying to catch up.

The horse under him galloped like the wind, making Gala almost vomit, but the sound of the sword quickly left, and in the end only the sound of the wind whistled in his ears.

When Gala touched the ground again, he felt the sky spinning.

Although he had learned riding a horse in Huainan, he had never galloped so quickly, let alone putting his chest and abdomen downwards on the back of the horse. Even though the man picked her up after getting out of danger and allowed her to ride a horse with his chest, his internal organs were still almost dislocated, which was extremely uncomfortable.

She squatted on the ground unconsciously, pressing her hands on the ground, trying her best to relieve her discomfort.

The man also squatted beside him, silent.

It took Gala a long time to recover. He turned his head and looked over. In the remaining dizziness, he finally saw his face clearly.

"Your Highness!" Her surprise was beyond words. She stared at Yang Jian for a moment, noticed the rudeness, and hurriedly lowered her eyes. Then, she saw the horse on her side who was sank on her storm, a strong body, shiny fur, and a scimitar on her hips was cold and eye-catching. The flesh and blood turned outwards almost exposed white bones, and the color on her legs was also very dark. She was probably killed by the injury and galloping.

She knew that this was Yang Jian's mount, which was usually majestic, but now she was shockingly hurt.

Unable to tell what it felt in his heart, Galo's fingertips trembled, bit his lip, and whispered: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Yang Jian said nothing. Under the dim sky, he saw that her face finally returned to a little bloody color.

He ignored her and turned around and removed the scimitars from the horse's buttocks one by one, then took off the outer robe and covered the horse's body. The outer robe was thick enough to block the wind, and there was a thin shirt inside so that the inner robe would not be exposed. However, it was thin after all, so it was easy for Ye Feng to pour in. He didn't feel cold at all. He pressed his hand on the horse's neck and slowly stroked it, his head and neck were lowered, and he couldn't see the expression clearly in the dark night.

Gala didn't know what to say, but saw the night wind blowing and turned up the outer robe. He searched for a few stones on the spot and carefully pressed them against the edge of the outer robe.

"Will someone be buried tomorrow?" she asked softly after a while.

"Yeah." Yang Jian patted the horse's neck lightly, then stood up, "Let's go."

Galo followed him as he spoke, looking around, but saw that the countryside was dark and vast, lonely and empty. She couldn't tell the direction, and didn't know where to go. She could only follow Yang Jian tightly after one step deep and one step shallow.

There were rain falling in the sky, gradually wetting my clothes.

After walking for two miles, there was a wide river surface in front of me.

Yang Jian whistled quietly, but in a moment, a small boat quietly rowed in the night and stopped on the shore.

The person who was carrying the boat was an old man dressed in a fisherman who saluted Yang Jian and respectfully invited the two of them to board the ship and enter the cabin.

A light in the cabin was like a bean, shaking slightly by the night wind that penetrated through the gap.

Galo followed Yang Jian closely. When he arrived at the light, he saw that his clothes were dark and blood was winding on the back of his hands. He must have been injured in the fierce battle. His eyebrows were beating slightly, and she immediately said, "Your Highness is injured!" After that, he took the brocade handkerchief and planned to bandage him.

Yang Jian said indifferently: "It's okay."

His face was gloomy, and Gala was afraid of him, so he didn't dare to be arrogant anymore when he saw this, so he had to sit down in the corner.

Yang Jian closed his hand as if nothing had happened, gave the old man a few instructions, then closed his eyes against the bulkhead, but his expression was tense, obviously not really sleeping. Even though he refused to speak, Gala could see that the horse's death made him very sad, and as for her, the burden that caused the horse's death, he must have been disgusted.

She lowered her eyes and twisted her sleeves, shut up and said tactfully, and even breathed lightly.

The night rain fell on the hull on the water surface, and it was fast and slow. In the slight sound of water waves, the boat was slightly shaking forward.

Gala looked out the stringed window, dark clouds covered the moon, the sky was as dark as ink, and the distance was pitch black, but the candlelight in the cabin was faint, hidden in the deep night. From the fierce battle just now to the quietness of the present, less than half an hour later, when I recalled, the panicked memory was like being separated by the gauze, gradually being washed away by the river.

She leaned against the bulkhead and was ecstatic at Yese.

Gala didn't know when she fell asleep. When she woke up, she was warm and covered with a thin blanket.

She half opened her eyelids and looked around the cabin, then she saw Yang Jian sitting in silence across from her.

The rain had already stopped, and the sky was light, making the cabin hazy. The hull occasionally swayed with the waves, looking out through the half-closed cabin door. The grass outside was washed fresh and green by the rain, and it shook slightly in the morning breeze, and it was obviously the boat was tied to the shore. Last night, the old man who was erecting the boat was wearing a straw raincoat and a hat, and his back looked a little lonely, as if he was hidden in the morning fog.
To be continued...