Gaross shirt is thin and covered by the water vapor, so he tried his best to avoid it.

Seeing this, Yu Shiji smiled, walked to the side of the river, held up a cloak to separate the water, and said, "Your Highness is very busy for the first time entering Jianzhang Palace. If he can get his permission after returning to Beijing, I will ask for a half month rest and send you back to Huainan. Otherwise, the journey will be long, and even if Hua Shang can accompany you, I will not be at ease."

"This is what I'm worried about." Gala immediately said, "I don't know the grudge between my father and King Hui back then, after all, there were conflicts. What's more, my father helped the Emperor seize the throne, so how could the Emperor not hate? Later, the Emperor and the Emperor hated the matter in Huainan to the core. If my cousin suggested sending me back to Huainan, the Emperor would be unhappy. In fact, although the road was long, it would not be too difficult for me to travel with Huashang."

"What is this? They will settle the grudge between Gao and the Supreme Emperor, how can they implicate you? If the emperor hates me for this, he is also a narrow-minded person who will retaliate against grudges. It is not worth following. It is better to look for another person..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly saw a figure turning out from the corner of the hut in front. His pine and ink-colored brocade shirt was fierce and fierce. Who wasn't Yang Jian?

He walked quickly in the setting sun and pulled his long and oblique figure.

The afterglow was bright, which made his face and expression clear and distinct. The rippling waves reflected, and he saw his heroic posture more and more. Perhaps he was very happy after meeting his mentor, or perhaps because Xiliang finally took off his burden after retreating from the army. The cold and hard and gentle body was much colder and gentle. When he walked over in brocade and jade, he seemed to be walking in a leisurely garden.

Gala followed Yu Shiji and bowed.

Yang Jian waved his hand to signal Yu Shiji to retreat, glanced at Gala, and stepped onto the side path.

Gala was puzzled and saw that he took two steps and turned around waiting for her, so he hurriedly followed him.

There were few people walking on the path, and the thatched on both sides was above the knee. Yang Jian walked very slowly, as if he was enjoying the scenery of the countryside. Gala did not dare to urge him, so he had to follow slowly until he stopped in a thatched pavilion and asked, "Have you given me any orders?"

Yang Jian turned around and said, "What do you say over Xiao Cong?"

"He wants my longevity lock." Gala consciously took out the longevity lock and showed it to him.

Yang Jian took it in his palm and looked carefully.

The long life lock is made of gold, shaped like a blooming lotus, with exquisite craftsmanship. It is just a long time ago, and judging by its quality, it seems to be two or three hundred years old, and it should be something passed down from generation to generation. Unlike the long life lock next to it, the back of the lock is a phoenix spreading its wings, with eight words underneath, "The favor of the lotus will surely win his life."

At a rough look, there is indeed nothing special.

But who would give such an old long-lived lock to a child in ordinary families? Gala comes from the Marquis' Mansion and is named "Gala". It can be seen that Dugu Shan and his wife should believe in Buddhism. According to common sense, when she was born, they either gave it to relatives and friends with status, or the Dugu family sent the incense money to the Buddhist temple to the name of a Taoist monk and created a long-lived lock.

It was really surprising to wear such an old long-lived lock for her.

Let’s look at the appearance of the phoenix, which is very different from that of Nanxia, ​​and even the phoenixes of Xihu and Xiliang seem to be different from it.

When Yang Jian was trapped in Huainan, he read a lot of books and learned a lot of totem folk customs in various countries in the northern region. After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out which country's brushwork style this phoenix was.

He looked down at Gala, and she was confused.

When he met his gaze, Gala immediately lowered his eyes and nodded.

The girl has just passed her innocent years. Although she was not kind when she was young, she was pampered and grew up in her palm. She had never seen any storms. This time, the journey north was difficult and she was in danger several times. When the road ahead was unpredictable, she was worried and nervous. Her little face turned thin, making her eyes look like glass beads, and she looked at the waves under the setting sun.
Chapter completed!