"That's good." Yang Zhong, the Taizu of Sui, breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Prime Minister Yuwen has worked hard and made great contributions. I have already given me the reward. Now that I do such an important thing, I should not be treated carelessly. That Pei Qi - I and the Imperial Concubine both intend to regard her as the queen. What do you want?"

Such a statement was expected, and Yang Jian did not show any surprise.

"My son thinks that things in the court are related to the rules of the court and there is no need to involve women," he said.

"What are these words?" Sui Taizu Yang Zhong frowned.

"The situation is not stable now, and my son is unwilling to worry too much about the queen. Although Miss Jiang is good, she is not the one she likes. If the father intends to give kindness, he will be awarded the status of a princess and choose another son-in-law, which is also a grace that others cannot achieve."

"You don't need to choose a queen!"

"The father chose the queen, but the son-in-law chose the wife!" Yang Jian's unexpected insistence actually lifted up his clothes and knelt on the ground. "The father's hard work understands that there are Xu Gongwang in the court now, and there are Beiliang outside looking at him, and the situation is indeed difficult. But the son-in-law is confident that he can solve these problems without the help of nepotism."

"Nonsense! What kind of nepotism is this?" The Emperor of Sui Taizu Yang Zhong was slightly angry, "The inner court and the outer court have always been inseparable. Pei Qi is gentle and dignified. Even if she does not have the relationship between Jiang Zhan, I intend to choose her into Jianzhang Palace. In the future, even if she may not be able to be a mother in the world, she should set an example for women with her moral character."

"Ke Erchen doesn't want to marry her." Yang Jian answered simply.

"What do you want?"

"What my son wants to marry is someone who I really like and is willing to spend my life with. My father and the other sons can obey the orders of the matters, even if I am confused, I will help my father stabilize the court. Only in this matter, my son wants to make the decision."

Yang Jian knelt straight, his cold face without any extra expression, only firmness.

Yang Zhong, the Taizu of Sui, smiled angrily, "Who wants your heart and soul to be fooled! Pei Qi advanced to build the Zhang Palace and waited for you to meet the woman you like and marry him again without conflict."

"Kerchen just wants to marry his beloved person, and he won't touch any of the women next to him."

"Absurd!" Yang Zhong, the Taizu of Sui, sneered.

Yang Jian was not guilty about this matter. He looked up at the Emperor Taizu of Sui and said, "If this idea is ridiculous, why did the father not marry a mother before? Why did he make the position of the central palace empty now? The son knows the father's heart to treat his mother's mother. The son always respects the father and takes the father as an example in everything. He only wants to seek one person's heart and keep his old age together."

This sentence made the Emperor Taizu of Sui Yang Zhong not picking out the sting for a long time.

When he was young, he was also a love affair with his beloved woman and insisted on marrying him regardless of his background.

At that time, Emperor Ruizong also strongly opposed it and found her a princess, but he twisted his neck and refused to marry in full view of everyone, which made Emperor Ruizong lose face and left in anger.

Later, Emperor Ruizong did not like him, and it was mostly because he insisted on resisting the order. The family that refused to marry was resentful and tried his best to block his way to fight for the throne. In the end, his failure to fight for the throne was somewhat because Emperor Ruizong felt that he was unclear about the matter and did not understand the king's heart because of the incident that year, and then favored others. The person who was rejected from the family held military power and stopped him outside the palace, leaving him helpless and missing the opportunity.

Even so, Yang Zhong, the Emperor Taizu of Sui, did not feel regretful at all.

During the years he was in Huainan, he was depressed after his failure, but he missed his deceased wife and never met a concubine in the royal palace.

Only Concubine Duan was given extra attention because of his contribution to taking care of Ying'e. Now he has been named the Imperial Concubine and occasionally favored him.

But the position of his deceased wife in his mind is indeed unsubstitutable.

If his deceased wife was still alive, even if the concubine who came in from the palace for various reasons, he would probably not want to meet anyone next to him.

With such thoughts, Emperor Taizu of Sui, Yang Zhong, was refuted and speechless.

Yang Jian escaped for the time being and asked the Sui Taizu Yang Zhong to take back the words he wanted to choose Chen Xi as the queen.

When he left the palace, his expression became more serious.

Including this time, this is the third time that his father has mentioned the queen's affairs. He can escape the first day of the lunar month and cannot escape the fifteenth day of the lunar month. Although his father gave up today, he will definitely think about this again in the future. Even if he bears the pressure and does not marry Pei Qi, he will have to explain the queen's candidate to his father and the concubine-

He is now twenty years old and has left his son next to him. His father is thin and now he is the only adult son. He has long hoped that he can grow up and give him a grandson to the dragon's knees.

And he really wants to have a beautiful wife by his side, so he doesn’t have to practice martial arts late at night, and be calm and clear-hearted.

But what about her? Would she be willing?

Yang Jian walked under the palace corridor surrounded by red walls, looking at the blue sky and towering palaces.

When I thought of marrying my wife, I saw that there were all Gala's faces, and there was no one else. It was the shocking glance in the Buddhist temple that year, the innocent smile in the spring light of Huainan, the fear and fear under his iron fan, the nervous sleep when I was drunk by the lake, the red clothes in the slight light of the lanterns, the smile in her every frown and smile in the Nanxun Palace, and the dodge and avoidance when facing his gaze.

Over the years, Dugu Jialuo was the only one who could enter his heart and make him give in and toss and turn.

If he was asked to marry a wife, he would be willing to marry him and do everything he could to protect and favor him. Only Dugu Jialuo was willing to marry him.

But judging from the past two months of getting along, she still has concerns and does not have such thoughts.

He had the patience to slowly dispel her doubts and lure her into the trap.

But the father obviously didn't have that patience.

Since we cannot delay and let go, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, so it is time for him to take the opportunity to turn the warm fire into a big fire!

Yang Jian thought so.

The next day, Yang Jian came out of the palace and had a little free time. He immediately called Zhan Qingxuan Tan to see him.

Zhaowen Hall is his small study room. The main hall can meet Han Qinhu and other close officials, and the side hall can occasionally meet irrelevant people.

Tan followed Zhan Qing and went into the hall to see Yang Jian. He knelt calmly and said, "Greetings to Your Highness."

"Get up." Yang Jian sat upright in the chair, his eyes shining brightly.

Considering that she was Gala's grandmother and was quite old, she raised her chin and gave her a seat. Yang Jian looked cold and solemn, and played with the iron fan in his hand and said, "I had no intention of chasing and beating Dugu Gala. However, the old lady's heart is touching, so I invite her here alone today. There are two things I hope to give her advice."

"The civilian women dare not." Tan sat sideways, not daring to be presumptuous, but said respectfully: "Your Highness asks, and the civilian women can speak."

"One is the long-lived lock, and the other is—" Yang Jian's eyes were steep, "He is a Turkic man outside Jianzhang Palace."

He looked calm, and although his tone was stern, he was neither too fast nor too slow. Even though Tan was calm, his eyebrows still jumped when he heard it.

"The civilian woman does not understand what Your Highness is referring to," she said.

"On the way back to Beijing, Turkic people often followed behind the carriages and horses. Do you think I am blind?" Yang Jian frowned and his tone was a little unhappy. Although the person who brought Tan to Beijing this time was not at a high position, his vigilance was not bad. He had not noticed it in Huainan, and gradually approached the capital, and found that there seemed to be someone following him. But those people were hiding in the dark, responding quickly, and hiding secretly, so they never found their traces.

Because the matter between the Gao family was personally investigated by Yang Zhong, the Emperor Taizu of Sui, he did not dare to be careless and immediately sent someone to report to Zhan Qing.

Zhan Qingsui sent his right-hand man. When they entered Beijing, they found that there were indeed four or five Turkic people following along the way, but they were all dressed in business and travel, which was not very eye-catching. He did not alert the snake, and arranged for Tan to enter Jianzhang Palace without hesitation. He also asked Qing Daosu to pay special attention when patrolling day and night. He found that although the Turkic people had no choice but to linger near Jianzhang Palace, their behavior was hidden.

This instantly made Zhan Qing alert, remembering the difficult Turkic people outside Yunzhong City, and immediately reported it to Yang Jian truthfully.

Yang Jian only ordered him to pay attention and did not take any investigation, but questioned Tan at this time.

There was no one else in the side hall. Yang Jian looked cold and hard, his eyes were like a vulture, and he stared at Tan.

The pressure of the Emperor Jianzhang Palace failed to scare the old man who worshiped Buddha all year round. Tan said calmly, "The civilian women used to travel in the Turks and recognized some old friends, but those people..."

"Don't you know?" Yang Jian did not want to listen to her quibbling and immediately interrupted. "Since that's the case, the crime of disturbing the palace ban tomorrow will be arrested and dealt with."

"Your Highness!" Tan's voice tightened, and when he looked up, he met Yang Jian's gaze.

The eyes were completely different from those when they were in Huainan.

Perhaps it was because of his experience of killing and fighting in peace, perhaps it was because of his treacherous court, or perhaps it was because of his high position. Although he was only wearing a family-style mysterious shirt and his eyebrows were stern, he still had an inviolable demeanor, like a black cloud and thunder that was overwhelming the city, which was awe-inspiring.

After all, Tan did not want to anger Jianzhanggong, who held the power of life and death, so he immediately stood up to show his fear.

This person is indeed very difficult to deal with. Putting aside his demeanor, he is so ruthless and straightforward at this age, and is really beyond the reach of the people.

The vain and improper words were obviously useless to him. If you use them too much, it would probably be counterproductive. Tan thought to himself, and he eased, and bowed to his body, "Your Highness, forgive me, those people are my old friends. This time I followed Shangjing, just because I was afraid that the civilian women would have an accident, so I took care of them secretly without any malice. I believe that although they were wandering outside Jianzhang Palace these days, they did not have any action from Yueju. I hope your Highness will be kind and forgive his crime."

They dare!

If the Turkic people had any ill intentions, Zhan Qing would have sent someone to take them down long ago.

Yang Jian sneered in his heart and said, "It's really extraordinary to have such an elusive friend."

Mrs. Tan seemed to be unable to hear his sarcasm, and apologized: "It is not that the civilian woman intended to hide her highness. She really doesn't want to cause more trouble."

"Then I'll tell your friends, don't be presumptuous under Jianzhanggong's eyelids!"

"As for your order." Tan bowed, his face still changing, "Thank you for your forgiveness."

After finishing the first item, it should be the second item.

The feeling of suppression by Yang Jian was not good, and Tan took the initiative, "As for the matter of Changming Lock, Your Highness guessed correctly. The civilian woman in the Rinan Xun Hall was indeed untrue. Because Gala was still young and did not know the dangers, the civilian woman did not want to get involved in right and wrong, so she was frightened and scared for nothing. Thank you for your forgiveness."

Still not talking about the main topic, Yang Jian frowned and remained silent.

Tan said again: "The long-lived Lock is indeed a thing of Aji, and it has a great relationship. Gala's mother Nanfeng is not the daughter of my old friend, but--" She paused for a moment and said slowly: "My biological daughter."

Yang Jian's solemn and calm expression finally caused a stir.

"Birth daughter?"

"Yes. The civilian woman is the wife of Gao Tanwei, and His Highness has known it for a long time. But before going south, I had another husband in the Turks and gave birth to a daughter, which was Nanfeng. So I love Gala not because of Dugu Shan's entrustment, but because of the flesh and blood, which comes from my original heart. I am afraid that no one knows about this from Huainan to the capital."

This was really beyond Yang Jian's expectations.

Anyone who pays attention to the Fu family knows that Dugu Shan insists on marrying an orphan in the Northern Region, and knows that Nanfeng is placing it under the name of Mrs. Gao Tanwei, so that the Fu family can barely save some face. Later, Dugu Shan and Nanfeng took office and the family left the Marquis of Wu'an. The Nanfeng did not seem to have much contact with the Tan family.

Even according to the news that Yang Jian dug out from the Gao family's servant, Tan had lived in Huainan for so many years, and Nanfeng had hardly visited her.

If it were a biological mother and daughter, how could they become so unfamiliar?

It’s hard to see Tan’s expression, it doesn’t look like telling lies.

Yang Jian will temporarily suppress these doubts and pick out the most important one, "So the long-lived lock is Nan Feng Chengzi's old lady?"

“That’s right.”

She admitted that she was so refreshing and straightforward, which was very different from the old fox posture exposed in the Sunanxun Hall.

There will be something wrong when something goes wrong. Yang Jian stood up unconsciously and looked Tan up and down with his solemn eyes.

"It's just right. There's no need to look far."

"Galao is very grateful to the people who are caring for by His Highness. I told Nanfeng that this long-lived lock has never been mentioned to Gala - she is limited after all. If Your Highness wants to ask the truth, only I know in this world. Even the Beiliang Yingzu, who took advantage of the opportunity to discuss peace, did not know the truth."
To be continued...