In fact, she wanted to improve her family - Princess Le'an said that Yang Jian had arguing with the Supreme Emperor because she helped the Gao family cousin expel her, and she remembered it very clearly - but there were too many facts about Yang Jian helping her. If Yang Jian thanked her one by one, she would be embarrassed. Moreover, Yang Jian had a clear grudge. If the Supreme Emperor sentencing too much, he would make excuses for the sake of public rather than personal gain. If she came to thank her, it would be deliberate.

What's more, looking at Yang Jian's awkward attitude, he seemed not used to being grateful for it.

Gala suddenly realized that he seemed more willing to use his cold and solemn attitude to shock others rather than make people feel kind-hearted.

I lied to her before that my benefactor was dead and refused to admit it. This was probably because of this.

She remembered the old things, smiled in her heart, and said, "There is also the jade pendant. The sachet on it is slightly damaged. She was accidentally burned by the incense head. Please forgive me."

"It's okay. The butterfly is well embroidered - she will like it."

"Hmm?" Gala didn't hear the second half clearly.

"That's my mother's old thing. She likes butterflies." Yang Jian looked at her and explained.

Gala suddenly realized, smiled at Yang Jian, and tugged his fingers to play with his clothes.

The room was shining with a quiet candle. The two of them were silent for a moment. Yang Jian coughed lightly again and said, "Father wants to see you. It's about Xihu."

"Xihu?" Gala was stunned, "Why is it Xihu again?"

"Today, Xihu sent envoys to come with great gifts, and asked to see your father alone, wanting to see you. When the father asked about this, I rejected them on the grounds that you had sent to Xiliang. Xihu envoys came with a letter of state, which was quite grand. Therefore, the father ordered me to take you into the palace-" Yang Jian suddenly smiled, "Galao, it seems that you really have a special identity."

Gala was very surprised.

What a solemn etiquette was this for the envoy of the Western Hu to come with the letter of the country? She could imagine that on the way to peace talks, all the things that Xihu made were for the longevity. So this time, what did Xihu want to do?

Judging from Yang Jian’s meaning, did they believe her lies in Xiliang?

All kinds of doubts came to my heart, and Gala looked at Yang Jian in shock.

Yang Jian obviously couldn't figure out the secret, and said: "The envoy sent by the Western Hu is the son of the prime minister of the Western Hu Kingdom. I said you were in Xiliang, but he was not surprised, but only showed disappointment. They were arranged to stay in Honglu Temple for a while, and the palace was complicated. When you enter the palace tomorrow, it would be best to pretend to be a student."

Gala naturally understood this principle.

Yang Jian and his son were the first to take over the throne. Although the Emperor's wife had arranged to live in Xingqing Palace on the northwest, there were old people from the previous dynasty in the palace. Dugu Xin was determined to be unsuccessful and must have had eyeliners inside and outside the palace. He held Pei Ju in his hand, and had close contacts with the Honglu Temple, and may not be unable to interfere in this matter.

If she accidentally reveals her signs, Yu Yangjian is useless. It would be better to dress up as a student and be able to hide his eyes and ears.

Gala knew that this matter was important, so he responded quickly.

Before leaving, Yang Jian said again: "The father hated the deepest hatred for the Dugu family and the Gao family. He may suffer some grievances when he enters the palace tomorrow."

"I understand, thank you Your Highness for giving me some advice." Garo forced a smile.

I was nervous, but I ignited a subtle hope.

That night, Yang Jian sent someone to send a set of crowns, hats and clothes for students from Hongwenguan.

Hongwenguan is affiliated to Jianzhang Palace. In addition to its rich classics, books, pictures and books, it also has functions such as proofreading and engraving. The most enviable one is that there are dozens of students in the museum, all selected from the children of royal relatives and high-ranking officials in the court, which made countless people envious.

The crowns and uniforms of these students are provided by Jianzhang Palace. Yang Jian wanted to find a set that had not been used yet, which was easy.

But men and women have different figures after all. After all, Gala has fourteen years old, with slender waists and bulging chests. When he wears that clothes, the wide part is too wide and the narrow part is too narrow, so he has to let Huachang change it overnight.

The next morning, Gala was dressed neatly and headed to Zhaowen Hall. Yang Jian was already waiting for her.

The common student's crown and clothes were worn on her body, and it was quite fit. Her hair was covered with jade crowns on her head. The square Hongwen hat covered half of her forehead. Beneath her green eyebrows were her shimmering eyes, and her red lips set off her white skin, making her look more and more delicate. Her clothes were slightly changed, and something should have been wrapped around her waist, so that she would not be too slender.

However, she was born slim after all, and when she wore this dress, she looked more and more slender.

Her elegant and gentle posture and beautiful face make her look completely handsome.

If she rode a horse and walked through the Suzaku Long Street, she would probably be able to fall into thousands of girls and throw fruits into the car.

Yang Jian stood in front of the steps, watched her approach step by step, and finally bowed in front of him, "Greetings to His Highness the Emperor."

"No gift."

Yang Jian walked down the steps and saw her crown and hat slightly tilted.

He ordered Gala to look up and look at her chin. Sure enough, the vermilion red ribbon was not tied firmly enough. When she was walking just now, she was in a straight posture and was not seriously injured. When she bowed her head and bowed, the hat was a little loose, so she naturally leaned forward slightly and leaned to one side.

"It is a serious crime to lose etiquette in front of the emperor. Are you not afraid of the hat falling off?"

Yang Jian pulled it apart, straightened the cap, straightened the red tape in his hand, and tied it under her chin. Before leaving Beijing, he occasionally went to Hongwenguan to study, and he felt that the red tape was uncomfortable, but the regulations were difficult to violate, and he didn't feel anything after a long time. It was just that it was not easy to tie it just right, and he needed to practice it frequently.

His slender fingers wrapped around the red ribbon, skillfully tied a knot, and he guessed that the elasticity was almost the same, and said, "How?"

"I'm not used to it." Gala was taken care of by Yang Jian in public, a little restrained, and lowered his eyes and smiled.

"Try it down."

Galo lowered his head as he spoke, and the hat was still slightly tilted.

Yang Jian then pushed the bead knot a little tightly and asked Gala to try twice again until the hat was moderately tight before he straightened the red ribbon.

Her skin is soft and tender, and the softest under her chin is. When her fingers touch it gently, it feels nostalgic.

Yang Jian lowered his eyes and looked at Gala. Seeing her cheeks flushed slightly, a smile flashed through her eyes. He took a step back and looked at her for a while. He felt it was right, so he walked out.

Jianzhang Palace is located on the northeast side of the imperial city. Go south and go out through a cliffway to the long street.

This street is beyond ordinary people's access, and it is naturally extremely quiet. Four palace servants were leading the way in front, and Gala followed closely behind Yang Jian's side, and then the left and right guards followed. A team of more than 20 people passed by, with uniform steps and silent steps, which made Gala feel a little nervous.

Although she was born in the Marquis' Mansion, her father was also a favorite minister of the emperor and the right prime minister in the court, she had never entered the palace.

——The only one my grandmother always brought by her is the eldest sister Dugu Yan. The princesses who were strong enough to be under the knees of Emperor Yong'an, Gala has only seen a newly enthroned Princess Le'an, who had experienced a world of difference when she was young.

The long street is wide and can accommodate six carriages driving side by side. The red walls on both sides extend to a towering city tower.

It was Xuanwu Gate to the north of the imperial city, inside it was the Royal Forbidden Garden, where the emperor lived.

The palace walls are stretched, with magnificent or low-rise palaces scattered, with solemn and elegant arches flying towards the blue sky.

After walking for a long time, I finally arrived outside Zichen Hall.

The three palaces on the outer court are the most majestic and solemn in the entire palace, and the Zichen Hall is one of them. Surrounded by white marble railings, the two-story palaces are located on the three-story platform and are built in a rich and elegant manner. The side halls on both sides are like birds wings, connected in the air with arcades. The sky is blue and the sky is long under the sky, and the look is filled with respect.

The guards stood neatly on the white marble steps in front of the hall, and several officials stood in the shade, waiting for the call.

The emperor's ordinary court meetings were in Xuanzheng Hall. Most of the people who could come to the Zichen Hall were close ministers and noble relatives. Some of them had been intimate with Dugu Mansion, but they were too scared after the defeat at Huyang Pass.

Gala saw it from afar, and laughed at his lips.

Yang Jian brought Gala to the front, and an internal supervisor came to greet him and salute him, "Report to Your Highness, the Supreme Emperor is discussing matters with the Left Prime Minister..."

"No need to disturb." Yang Jian waved his hand and signaled Gala to stand on the side of the door, and then went to talk to one of the officials.

Gala lowered his head and looked at Yang Jian's ink-colored robe more than ten steps away, his voice intermittently.

Not long after, the gate of the palace sounded lightly. Gala guessed that the left prime minister Xu Gongwang came out after the discussion was finished, and hurriedly lowered his head. He swept his eyes, and there was nine chapter patterns embroidered on the blue shirt, and his face looked solemn. Although he was entering and leaving the emperor's residence, he was in a straight and calm manner. It was Xu Gongwang who was fighting for power with Yang Jian and his son.

When he saw Yang Jian, he politely bowed to His Highness, and Yang Jian also called him Dugu Xin.

One is the newly-Jianzhang Palace with a shallow foundation, and the other is the prime minister who has real power in the government and has mixed forces after many years of operation. When Gala stands three or four steps away, he can feel the undercurrents under politeness.

The internal supervisor came out soon and asked Yang Jian to come in.

Galo took a deep breath, saw Yang Jian wave, and followed him.

Compared to the dazzling sunlight outside, the hall was a little dim. Gala narrowed his eyes and took two steps to adapt, and then he felt that the hall was actually very bright.

The green smoke rose in the copper-cast gilded incense burner, which was the only ambergris available to the royal family.

The curtain tents on both sides were long hanging, and behind the long red sandalwood case, the half-white-bearded emperor sat upright on the dragon chaise. He was only forty-five years old, but he suffered a lot of frustrations after becoming an adult, showing a vicissitudes of life and a great attitude, and he also added majesty because of this vicissitudes. Although there were wrinkles around his eyes, there was a gleam in his eyes. With a gentle glance, he seemed to be able to see through the other person's thoughts.

When Gala was in Huainan, he had seen him several times, but now when he looked closely, he felt that his majestic attitude was very comparable to that of people.

Before Emperor Zhou Jing's eyes moved from Yang Jian to her, Gala quickly withdrew his gaze, bowed his head respectfully, and knelt down on his salute.

Emperor Zhou Jing signaled Yang Jian to avoid the gift, glanced at Gala, and said, "Look up."

Gala followed the order and looked up, but did not dare to look directly at the dragon's face, but only looked down at the ground.

In the first chapter, Emperor Zhou Jing sneered twice. He spoke slowly, as if he had just carefully written the words and said it, and his voice was quite low. If there was a sword hanging above his head, it was awe-inspiring and dare not be arrogant. Now his cold laughter made Gala even more afraid and unconsciously clasped his hands in his sleeves.

The gaze of the top leader was still like a heavy sword pressing down. Even if Gala looked at the ground, it was difficult for him to ignore it.

Such a silent atmosphere was depressing, and then she became nervous and fearful, and even she was about to hold her breath. She pulled her sleeves very tightly, and suddenly heard Yang Jian beside her say, "Father, she is Gala."

"I know." Emperor Zhou Jing was unhappy and looked at Yang Jian with a warning.

Gala's body was relieved.

Emperor Zhou Jing looked at Gala again and said, "What happened to Xihu and Xiliang, to be honest!"

"Reporting to the Supreme Emperor, I don't know what Xihu and Xiliang want to do. I just went north to negotiate peace. I had a relationship with Xiao Cong. He once asked about a lock. I guess that what I meant was the long-lived lock that I had worn since I was a child."

Gala had thought about this last night and reported it truthfully.

"What's special about that longevity lock?"

"The Supreme Emperor forgives his crime, and I don't know."

"Oh?" Emperor Zhou Jing pondered and suddenly said sternly: "You will not know about your things!"

"I'm afraid, but I really don't know." Gala held his hands tightly and tried his best to calm down. When he raised his eyes, Emperor Zhou Jing looked at him with displeasure.

Of course she was unwilling to poke the tiger's nose. She guessed that Yang Jian and his son had already found her life experience clearly, so they did not hide it. They told me that this thing was inherited from their mother Nanfeng and did not know where they were originally from. Although she had searched the classics recently, she had almost no clue. As for the rest of things, such as the picture of Luantai Temple, she did not mention it at all.

Emperor Jing of Zhou did not ask about this.

After hearing Gala's reply, Emperor Zhou Jing's disgust became deeper and said, "The Dugu family is indeed in trouble - why did the Western Hu envoy come?"
To be continued...