You should not use the name of Jianzhang Palace to engage in private fraud without authorization. This is his warning to the officials of Jianzhang Palace.

With Yu Shiji's temperament, he will never be guilty of doing things right. Now he specifically explains that he is afraid that he will be suspicious and then take his anger on Gala. The Dugu family has lost power and lost power. His relatives and friends in the past are too scared to avoid it, fearing that he will be implicated by him. Yu Shiji treats his cousin very well.

Very rare.

Yang Jian turned around and handed him a document, "I arranged that person."

Yu Shiji looked up in shock.

"The son-in-law of the Zuo Prime Minister is probably going to be reused in the future. What's wrong with more tests?" Yang Jian explained unexpectedly and then made a big stride out of the study.

Yu Shiji was deeply surprised and went out with him, but a happy smile appeared on his face.

In the Nanxun Palace, Gala had no idea about this.

Half of the scriptures copied to Empress Wenhui have been copied, and it should be submitted in two days.

When she was in Huainan, her grandmother often meditated in front of the Buddha and occasionally accompanied her. Recently, she copied books and missed them very much. After copying scriptures, she talked about the past with Hua Shang, and thought about her grandmother's situation, and became more and more worried.

The sky was just right outside, and soon it was Dragon Boat Festival, and the inner was straight. The second bureau was managed in an orderly manner. The decorations and preparations were made in all places, and there was no shortage of rice dumplings in the Nanxun Hall.

The smell of realgar wine floated in from the window, and Gala walked out the door, and happened to be passing by the maid holding the wine jar.

The maid didn't know Gala's identity. Seeing that Yang Jian treated her with courtesy, Yu Shiji took special care of her, she naturally bowed to her respectfully. Gala nodded and immediately said to Hua Shang: "My grandmother not only worships Buddha, but also makes wine. When she smells this smell, she misses her even more."

"In previous years, the old lady would even tit sachets for girls." Hua Shang smiled, "The old lady was kind-hearted and would be safe."

"I will try to visit her after this time."

Gala walked slowly, saw the maid hurriedly walking with calamus in her arms, and smelled the vague realgar wine in the wind.

After passing Nanxun Hall and heading northwest, there is the residence of the family in Jianzhang Palace. Because it is now idle, only some old nannies are left to watch the lights and sweeping the courtyard. Few people usually come. These nannies are usually alone, but now they are busy preparing for the Dragon Boat Festival and are having fun together.

The nanny was over fifty years old, holding a bunch of calamus and was whispering, "...Have you heard that? The governor named Gao Tanwei was demoted. The local official who used to be a hero is demoted to be a chief minister, which is really retribution! He bullied our palace back then, but now the Supreme Emperor has not cut him down, so he has already been blessed."

"I heard my son mention it last night. He also said that this is how the court was, and he demoted it layer by layer, and finally beheaded and punished."

"Not. I heard that his son was also in prison."

"Don't think about it when you go in. If you offend the Supreme Emperor, he still wants to survive?"

...

Most of these people followed the Hui Palace in Huainan to Beijing one after another. The husband and nephew in the family were also on duty at Jianzhanggong Office or Shiwei, and they were well-informed. Things were related to their former mortal enemies, so the news naturally spread faster.

The low-pitched discussion gradually drifted away, Gala's expression did not change, he only held Hua Shang's hand tightly, "Let's go back."

When he returned to Nanxun Palace, Gala stayed in his door and refused to leave.

Huainan's maternal ancestor was demoted, and it was predicted by the Gao family when Yang Jian and his son ascended the throne.

But I didn't expect it to be so fast.

Although Gala knew that the cause and effect were born, the root of this matter was his father and uncle, and after thinking about the years of care in Huainan, it was still difficult to let go. Especially when he thought of his old grandmother, he became more and more worried.

The calamus mugwort leaves on the eaves are green and lingering, and the smell of realgar wine floats in from the windows. The atmosphere of Dragon Boat Festival is very strong.

Hua Shang came in with a plate of rice dumplings. Seeing that Gala was still sitting there, he whispered, "Miss has been sitting for too long, get up and move. As for the old man of the Gao family, he said heart-wrenchingly. Since he dared to kill the son of the Supreme Emperor, he should have thought that there might be today. The girl cares about family affection, but she can't care so far. It's more important to do the things at hand. This rice dumpling was just sent, and the girl loves to eat it. Let's try it first?"

Gala took it and tasted it. It was soft, glutinous and sweet, and it really tasted great.

When I was in Huainan, my grandmother would always make some rice dumplings for her, which were delicious than those on the streets outside. Now, what would she do? Yang Jian and his son wanted to settle old accounts with their father and uncle. One was an old revenge and the power of the court. She really had no right to argue, and even her cousin was unable to help her at the moment.

But she was worried about her grandmother's affairs after all.

Even though Yang Jian said that he would not implicate others, what would the emperor with the power of life and death be dealt with?

After all, the emperor in the deep palace is the lord of the world.

His attitude is the foundation of the problem, and he has to try his best.

After eating the rice dumplings, Gala washed his face and took a shower. He asked Hua Shang to find rouge and water powder and dressed up carefully.

Hua Shang skillfully used her hair to fiddle with two incense sticks, with her cloudy hair and jade face, a pine bun, and a simple embellishment of pearl hairpins and jade rings. She puts two strands of black hair on her chest, which is not without the lively and brightness that a fourteen-year-old girl should have, but it adds charm.

Her appearance almost needs no modification, and her white and tender skin is envious without applying any makeup on it. Her green eyebrows are lightly drawn, her eyes are as bright as stars. She just clicks a little bit of red dan on her lips, and she is so beautiful.

The begonia red half-sleeved gauze coat is covered with a skirt hanging down, two crabapple branches are wrapped around the waist, and the corners of the skirt are covered with flowers.

Gala was very satisfied with looking at himself in the mirror.

There was a palace banquet on the Dragon Boat Festival. Before Yang Jian returned to the banquet, she waited in the hall.

In the palace, the banquet had ended, and Emperor Jing of Zhou rarely had time, so he brought Yang Jian, Concubine Duan and Princess Le'an to have tea and gossip.

The whole family has been suffering for several years, but at this moment, there is no palace maid in the palace, and it is more comfortable to speak.

Emperor Zhou Jing was in a very good mood and his face turned slightly red after drinking. When talking about the old things and the current situation in the court, he couldn't help but talk about Xu Gongwang, Gao Tanwei and others with Yang Jian, and finally said, "...Who Gao Wentao is still alive?"

"The Ministry of Justice interrogated overnight, and the case had nothing to do with him. He is temporarily detained in prison and has not been dealt with yet." Yang Jian replied.

"I know." Emperor Zhou Jing frowned, "Thank you for your hard work in prison, you've died suddenly. It's a gift to Gao Tanwei."

Yang Jian's expression was slightly stiff, looking at the emperor who was in the upper head.

From Huainan to the capital, the father and son endured for many years. Emperor Jing of Zhou secretly planned to regain the throne, and Yang Jian also made a lot of efforts. The family accompanied each other through the haze and finally ruled the world today, which is really comforting. However, whenever there is an old thing, there will inevitably be a small dispute.

This is true about the female family of the Dugu family, and even more so about the Gao family.

Before, when Gao Wentao was imprisoned, Yang Jian had spoken out. At that time, Emperor Zhou Jing was busy and did not say anything about his plan to deal with it. He had never taken the lead. Now that he said he was going to die suddenly, it can be seen that he wanted to kill all the men of the Gao family.

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment and said, "Father, my son thinks it's inappropriate."

"Isn't it right?" Emperor Zhou Jing's eyes were slightly heavy.

"Gao Wentao should be punished, but he will not die." Yang Jian stood up and added tea to Emperor Zhou Jing. "I know my father wanted to avenge my elder brother. My son also hated the Gao family deeply, but the matter on that day was done by Gao Tanwei and his son, and it had nothing to do with his grandchildren, Gao Wentao and others. Gao Tanwei and his son had to pay their lives for the elder brother. As for Gao Wentao... My son thought that he could just be sent to serve as a military force. Whatever his future situation depends on his own fortune."

"The Gao family killed my son, your brother!" Zhou Jingdi showed displeasure and pushed away the tea he poured, "But you say you will not die?"

"Father, please listen to my son's words." Yang Jian raised his robe and knelt on the ground. "My son has never forgotten about the affairs of the eldest brother and his mother. Gao Tanwei and Dugu Xuan must pay for his life! And as for others, if the father really wants him to die, no one can stop him. Not to mention Gao Wentao, it would be easy to let the entire Gao family be buried with him. But if this is the case, what would the court officials feel?"

"I just want them to know that the Tian family is majestic and inviolable!"

"Gao Tanwei and his son and Dugu Xuan paid for their lives, which was enough for those people to learn a lesson. The father had just ascended the great treasure, and the people of Xu Gongwang had ulterior motives inside, and the Xiliang was eyeing him covetously. Although the Supreme Emperor was in Shiyang City, if Xiliang was to be sent back, he had to welcome him into the palace. The most important thing at this time was not revenge, but to conquer people's hearts. The father--" Yang Jian knelt down and bowed with earnest words, "Before the father ascended the throne, how many Gao family and Dugu family were in the court? There were countless. The Gao family is an example. If the father severely punished the hatred of the past, those people might not dare to return, and sincerely assist the father."

Emperor Zhou Jing understood this truth, but when he thought of his deceased beloved wife and eldest son, he was even more angry.

Yang Jian slowed down his tone, "If the father was dealing with the law and not implicated, the court officials would have lost their worries, and would have been grateful for the great grace of heaven and sincerely surrendered to the father. The mother and elder brother in heaven would have been happy to see this." Seeing that Emperor Zhou Jing's face was still gloomy, he continued: "If Gao Tanwei, Dugu Xuan's life would not be able to eliminate his father's anger. What's wrong with dealing with the rest of the Gao family after the government is stable?"

The last sentence is regarded as the intention of Emperor Jing of Zhou.

He stared at Yang Jian for a moment before raising his hand and said, "Get up. You won't feel tired if you kneel down."

Yang Jian stood up with his order.

When Concubine Duan saw his expression clear, she said softly: "Ying'e, add tea to your brother. After talking for a long time, my throat should be dry." After saying that, she held the teacup and sent it to Emperor Zhou Jing. "The Supreme Emperor is the same, both of them are the most relatives and fathers. After many storms, she still has a face and is unwilling to teach her patiently. The emperor is sincere in considering the Supreme Emperor and is filial to everyone. "

She had no children and raised Princess Le'an. In addition, she was gentle and obedient. Even though Emperor Zhou Jing was deeply in love with her first wife, she treated her very politely.

The tactful and angry persuasion eliminated a lot of anger. Emperor Zhou Jing glared at Yang Jian, "It will only cause trouble for me."

"My son is foolish and rude, and he needs more guidance from his father." Yang Jian smiled.

Emperor Zhou Jing no longer cared about it, "Forget it, I'll think about it again."

Yang Jian bowed and said yes.

So I added wine and tea, and the palace restored the joy of the whole hall.

In the Nanxun Hall, Galac sat cross-legged and waited for Yang Jian to return.

Unexpectedly, when the dusk was coming, Yang Jian came first before she set off.

Although candles were lit on both sides of the palace corridor, it was not helpful. He was still the emperor's crown and clothes when he was attending the banquet. He should have not returned to his bedroom to change his clothes. There was no follower behind him, and he only walked in the twilight.

Gala hurriedly greeted him and saluted. He could not help but be surprised when he heard the smell of alcohol on his body in the evening breeze, "Your Highness?"

Yang Jian looked at her appearance and clothes, and her slim figure set off her charming face, which was pleasing to the eye. Although she usually dressed up, she rarely looked so meticulous, and would not deliberately dye her eyebrows, eyes, and lips to add charm.

The intentional outfit is a silent show of kindness, she smiles and has a gentle mind.

Yang Jian suddenly felt very happy, smiled slightly, and said, "It looks very good, it looks like a festival. Is there any tea?"

Of course there is tea, and Gala hurriedly invited him into it.

He was in a good mood today, and Gala tried his best to calm down and fear, poured tea for him, smiling with his face, "Your Highness seems to have drunk a lot?"

Yang Jian smiled but did not answer, his eyes wandering around the house. From the windowsill to the bookshelf, the table, and finally stopped on the inkstone pen holder. He heard the maid report that Gala had inquired about the Buddhist affairs of Luantai Temple and was very serious about copying scriptures recently. Now he saw the neatly arranged ink and inkstone, and his expression was more gentle.

A pretty standing beside the lamp, he took a porcelain cup and added tea to him, "What are your highness looking at?"

"Nothing. Gala——" Yang Jian paused and kept silent.

Gala smiled and presented the teacup, but did not ask any more questions, turned around and sat down at the table.

"I came out of the palace and wanted to come here to sit here." Yang Jian looked at Gala. Under the candlelight, he saw a beautiful woman as picturesque, which made people reluctant to let go of her eyes. On that day, Xiao Cong said that she was "scented and soft, eroded and ecstatic", and Yang Jian later realized that it was Xiao Cong who was evading. Otherwise, if Gala was really bullied by Xiao Cong, how could he be calm?

But... it was fragrant and soft, he had known it for a long time, how could he be so ecstatic?

The figure is graceful and graceful, with a slender waist as full as willows, and the gradually bulging chest is like a bud in spring, and the eyes are graceful.

Suddenly, he had some insignificant thoughts.

Yang Jian coughed lightly, got up and walked towards the desk, and flipped out the Garo Buddhist scriptures, "Did you copy it?"
To be continued...