The one she married was not her lover, which was undoubtedly an extremely painful thing. After Tan gave birth to her daughter, she saw that the tribe had gradually dispersed, and she felt more bitter and regretful. His husband, named Rong Lou, also saw that her thoughts left sadly when Nanfeng was five years old.

Later, Tan raised Nanfeng and grew up when Nanfeng was sixteen years old, he explained the situation.

For more than 30 years, she has watched the tribe dispersed step by step, and suffered a lot from marriage. After handing over the long life lock to Nanfeng, she also told Gala the old story, and then confessed her thoughts-

It is already impossible to imagine Aji's restoration with the wealth of the underground palace. On the day the royal city was destroyed, Aji's energy was exhausted. For more than a hundred years, they have locked up Aji's underground palace treasure with their longevity, and perhaps they will only entrust it to the wise master one day. As Aji believed deeply, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the phoenix came to the world to benefit all living beings. Therefore, the rules of intermarriage with the tribe must be completely abolished from her.

No matter who Nanfeng wants to marry in the future, she will do her best to agree.

After that, the Tan family went south alone and finally met Gao Tanwei again in Huainan.

At that time, Gao Tan had lost his wife for several years, but his children were surrounded by their knees, but they had no intention of remarrying them.

When we met Tan again, the past mistakes became the past. Even though Gao Tanwei still didn't know the inside story of Tan's remarrying others, he realized after more than ten years of separation that if they did not stay together for the rest of their lives, they would miss it for life.

Their temperaments were different from those of the past. The love and spirit of the past were settled by the years, but they became more and more profound.

Gao Tanwei married Tan Shi Xuxian and asked his children to treat him respectfully, but in the end he returned to the intimacy that was less than that of the past.

After two years, Tan received news from Nanfeng that she learned that she was in love with Dugu Shan, but it was difficult to get along. After all, the two had a special identity, so they did not disclose their relationship, but were just recorded in their names.

Gala knew everything about it.

...

I don’t know when the rain outside became weaker, but at this moment, only the little bits under the eaves were faintly hidden.

The candlesticks shine brightly, and the room is bright.

Gala held the long-lived lock in his hand, and the phoenix lotus pattern was lifelike. The strange witches and words were like distant gates, blocking terrifying blood and amazing treasures. She didn't know how to comment on the wonderful ancestor, but when she heard that he was exhausted and killed all the craftsmen who built the underground palace, she was frightened.

A person with a normal mind cannot do such things, and he will not be so naive.

But that's the truth. That ancestor was crazy, innocent, meticulous, and too cautious. Most of the wealth in the royal family of the Western Wei Dynasty was probably hidden in the underground palace. The map leading to the underground palace was in her hands - Gala, the name of Yulong Peak, had never heard of it. However, according to my grandmother, there were mountains and mountains and steep mountains and cliffs. If there was no map to open the way, it would be difficult to penetrate it. Even if we arrived at the gate of the underground palace, we would only be buried in our bones without knowing the design of the mechanism.

so……

"What we have to do is find a master for it?" Gala's mind was still very confused.

"Although I haven't penetrated the Jade Dragon Peak, I have seen the mountains under its feet. With the power of thousands of people alone, it may be difficult to penetrate, and I cannot save those treasures. Only when I am in a prosperous era, a wise ruler is in charge of the court and sends troops to protect it. Gala——" Tan's solemn expression said slowly: "There are not only gold, silver and jewelry, but also Buddha bone relics and precious pictures. Those are priceless treasures. If they were not in the hands of the wise ruler and were well-collected, they may be damaged and cause disasters."

Garo's eyebrows pounded slightly, and after a while, he said solemnly: "I understand."

"Since Eagle knows this thing, he must have dug out the matter of Longevity Lock. His Highness has already been involved in this matter and was asked by the Supreme Emperor, so he needs an explanation. If he can become a wise master, it doesn't matter to entrust the treasure to him, after all, those things must be seen at the sun. If he is not, we must escape from Jianzhang Palace and hide our whereabouts. His character is not only for you to pay attention, but I will also pay attention to it."

Gala bit his lip and was unable to chew out the amount of it. He subconsciously handed the longevity lock to Tan.

But Tan smiled, "It's your thing. Grandma can help you consider Your Highness, but she can't make decisions for you."

This sentence seemed like a heavy mountain pressing on Gala's shoulders.

——If there was only some gold and silver wealth behind the Long Life Lock, maybe she would be more happy. But looking at the grandmother's expression, it seemed to have become an extremely solemn thing, which made her dare not be careless about this exquisite Long Life Lock.

"A hundred years of opportunity has its own destiny." At the end, Tan looked at her and frowned and comforted her.

Gala sat at the table, staring at the long life lock, his mood turbulent.

After a long time, I suddenly remembered something, "What about my real grandfather?"

"He has now become the prime minister of the Turkic state."

Gala was stunned and looked at Tan with wide eyes.

But Tan's eyes showed kindness and smile, "I was sorry for him when things happened back then. But he missed your mother very much and was quite concerned about you. Gala, if you encounter difficult things, he will definitely help you - if you don't want to stay here, your grandmother will try to send you to the Turks and take care of him."

Gala drooped his eyes and said nothing.

These things were completely beyond her previous expectations and were difficult to accept for a while.

It took Gala two days to accept the facts that Tan said.

Looking at the long-lived lock in her hand, Galo still felt that these were not true. Fortunately, Yang Jian has been busy recently, so she could think thoroughly and then decide how to go ahead.

After Mid-Autumn Festival, the rain was lingering. It was just lunch and it started to rain again. The previous hot weather was also cooled by the rain for several days. The flowers and trees in the yard were moistened by the drizzle, which made people feel refreshed. If you move a stool and sit in the corridor to listen to the rain, your thoughts will float away with the sound of the rain.

My grandmother is getting older and is now resting at noon.

Gala sat in the corridor, recalling the matter about his grandmother's grandfather's story about Ronglou's grandfather, thinking of his mother and father, he suddenly had an idea and hurriedly wrapped his cloak on his body, leaving Nanxun Palace, wanting to go to Yue Hua to ask something about it.

Who knew that as soon as he went out, he saw Zhan Qing hurriedly coming not far away.

"Empress--" He called Gala, bowed his hand slightly, and said, "Your Highness invites you to Zhaowen Hall."

At this time, Yang Jian looked for her?

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival, Yang Jian has been so busy that he has not touched the ground and has disappeared all day and night.

She was just worried about her father's affairs and subconsciously felt that Yang Jian took the time to summon him. Could it be that there was news about his father?

Thinking of this, Gala felt anxious and asked Hua Shang to say something to his grandmother, and then hurriedly left with Zhan Qing.

Zhan Qing's legs were long and he slowed down and was waiting for her intentionally, but Gala was worried and walked like a flying step. He almost trotted to Zhaowen Palace.

Han Qinhu and Yue Hua were coming forward. Han Qinhu still had the stinky face as if someone had owed him money, but Yue Hua smiled a little and called out: "Empress."

"Sister Yue!" Gala smiled and stood in the corridor. After the battle Qingtong reported, he quickly walked into the house.

Yang Jiankuiwei was facing him. He changed into a long crow-green gown, holding a pitch-black iron fan in his hand, and stood in front of the desk. He still had a cold appearance, not haggard due to busyness, his eyes were as deep as the old, but his expression was quite relaxed, and he must be in a good mood.

"Greetings to Your Highness." Gala saluted and stared at Yang Jian tightly, "I wonder what happened to your Highness summon me to come?"

"Follow me to go out." Yang Jian was surprised when he saw her forehead was moist, "Who did you run over?"

Gala was embarrassed to say that she thought there was news about her father, so she just smiled, "Your Highness is destined, so come here as soon as possible." After saying that, his eyes were slightly wrong, but suddenly stopped. There were many books neatly placed on the sandalwood bookshelf behind Yang Jian, and ivory sticks were dropped on his head, which was quite precious.

In the books, the colorful butterfly kite looks particularly eye-catching.

Gala was stunned.

Of course she recognized the kite, and every stroke on it was painted by her. But how could it be hung in Yang Jian’s study in a grand manner?

She looked at Yang Jian with a suspicion, with a smile on her lips, and a frank smile on her face.

"how?"

"This kite..."

"It looks great." Yang Jian turned around and looked at the kite, "Look at it every day, it can relieve worries."

"I mean-" Garo spoke with some difficulty, "How can your Highness hang it here?"

It's so disproportionate! The kite full of childlike fun is from her daughter's house. It looks particularly awkward to put it in the dignified and noble study of Chu Jun. This study is used by Yang Jianjian to handle daily affairs. Although officials outside cannot enter, Han Qinhu and other close ministers of Jianzhanggong often come in to discuss matters. How would they feel when they see this annoying kite?

Yang Jian didn't answer, but just looked at her, with a smile in his deep eyes.

"Don't you understand?" he said.

This sentence, along with his eyes and his recent behavior, all collided into Gala's heart.

Of course she could figure it out, how could she not figure it out?

All the things that happened to each other before, the awkwardness of her grandmother's affairs, and the company and protection of her shoulders on Zhuque Street... He placed the things she "sent" to him in the study for no reason, and his thoughts were obvious.

Gala looked up and met Yang Jian's burning gaze, which was meaningful. Yang Jian was introverted. Except for his cold and solemn body, he rarely showed his true feelings. When he found an excuse to go to Nanxun Palace, he would look at her with strange eyes, but he would always cover it up a little, but this time he did not restrain himself at all.

His straight eyes were full of scorching temperature.

Gala's heart pounded violently, and his face suddenly felt hot.

Yang Jian was serious, "I can see it when I draw it well. I can always see it here. I would like to thank you for your kindness. What's wrong with thinking about your benefits? Moreover, since it was given to me, I will have the final say on how to deal with it." Because there was no one in the study, he looked at Gala firmly, walked over, bowed slightly, approached Gala, and looked at her eyebrows and eyes carefully.

Bright eyes and white teeth, they look beautiful no matter how you look at it.

Her forehead was moist and sweaty. Maybe she was walking too fast and her breathing was unsteady. She breathed a little while. Her white cheeks were faintly coral red. Under his gaze, her face became redder, like a bright coral bead that dripped in her ears. The originally clear and calm eyes were mixed with a little panic, as if she was shy, or as if she was forcibly calm. She retreated step by step under his gaze, but she still wanted to resist stubbornly.

She is so smart and intelligent, how could she not understand what he meant?

What was she thinking at this moment?

Yang Jian suddenly felt it was very interesting, and got closer and smelled the extremely faint Yuelin fragrance on Gala's body, "Why did you blush?"

The delicate skin is close to the lips, reminding people of the kissing of Dragon Boat Festival.

There was a crazy idea clamoring, and he tried his best to restrain himself and maintain his remaining rationality.

"What are you thinking?" Yang Jian whispered, looking at Gala's eyes, "Hmm?"

It was like someone plucking the pipa on his head, and the silk strings were slightly moved, which was a cool sound.

It seemed like a small wooden hammer hit the drum surface, pounding and rippling.

In the posture of breathing intertwining, his low voice fell into his ears, making people's heart tremble.

His eyes were sharp and deep, staring at her, as if it could penetrate the hearts of the people.

Gala suddenly felt guilty and unable to resist. She was surrounded by his breath and blushed into persimmons. She quickly lowered her eyes to escape from Yang Jian, but saw his Adam's apple. Her heartbeat was half a beat. Gala hurriedly moved her eyes away like a stove. She avoided her eyes, avoided her Adam's apple, but still couldn't dodge her next to her-

Yang Jian didn't wear much. The neckline was half open near his neck. He was down with a strong chest, which was blurred out of his clothes. Further down was his strong waist, one hand was behind his back, and the other hand played with the iron fan, with the slender fingers clearly tied. The hand once pressed her in his arms, held the steel needle, and protected her in front of his chest, breaking out of the siege.

Gala was trapped by him and didn't know where to put his eyes.

Even the face seemed to be burning, and the heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

Why are you blushing with guilt?
To be continued...