Although Gala has closed his door to thank guests these days, he still has to rely on Jianzhang Palace to provide it with three meals a day. Every time he has exquisite pastries, it seems that it is Yang Jian’s intention here.

She turned her eyes to the pastry, her heart softened, and curled the corners of her lips.

Yang Jian looked at it happily and then pointed at the futon beside the stove, "Sit down."

In his tone, there was a feeling of excitement.

This attitude made Gala laugh in his heart, sat in the futon, and put the long life lock on the table next to him.

Where to start? Let’s start with Aji’s demise of the country. After all, that’s the origin of the Longevity Lock.

She cleared her throat, "Aji's affairs, when I was in Luantai Temple, the abbot had briefly said it. Your Highness knew it, so I continued to talk about it from the destruction of the country. At that time, Aji's national strength had declined..."

"Wait--" Yang Jian interrupted her and added a piece of silver charcoal with the tongs. "You need to know the reason, and you need to know why. The destruction of the country also requires the previous situation. The abbot said it briefly, and I almost forgot, so I started from the beginning."

...

Gala was still a little embarrassed, but he was disturbed by his shamelessness and disappeared.

"Didn't your highness always have a good memory?" How could she not know that there was a fraud in it?

Yang Jian admitted frankly, "I don't have a good memory occasionally."

Gala had no choice but to start with Aji's founding country, the treasures of Yushan, the business trips, the prosperous Buddhism, the increasingly magnificent palace... those things that have been buried for hundreds of years have already drawn a clear clue in her heart. What her mother said, what her grandmother said, what she saw in the book...scattered pearls of the sea are stringed into a thread.

The girl's voice is soft and tells the past events in a long time, which is very pleasant.

Yang Jian listened very seriously and occasionally asked for details.

All the things that Gala could not answer jumped over. He answered patiently when he could answer. Occasionally, he remembered the interesting things recorded in the book, and told Yang Jian casually, and they all laughed.

The silver charcoal in the furnace slowly burns, adding in pieces, and eventually turns into white fine ash.

The water in the copper pot boils, steams, and occasionally makes sizzling sounds, adding to the fun.

In the sandalwood-colored cup, the tea water is full from full to empty, and it is filled over and over again.

Only the pastries on the table are no longer available. When Gala finished telling the whole story, only three or four pieces were left.

——Galo ate most of it, and Yang Jian also put in a lot of effort.

It was unknown when the sky was dark outside, and the sound of rain still drifted down on the eaves, endlessly. Zhaowen Hall is Yang Jian’s small study. Except for the trusted people, no one is allowed to approach others, and no one is disturbed on rainy days. The guards in the yard are strict and there is no coughing sound. There is only the sound of silences between heaven and earth, washing away the noise.

The sky was dark and the entire Zhaowen Palace was quite dark.

Because Yang Jian did not open the door and gave instructions, the guards did not dare to disturb them without authorization, so they did not hold the lamp. At this moment, only the charcoal fire in the furnace was red, reflecting a ball of light in a small inch. On the side of the furnace were two people sitting opposite each other, the man was as tall as a peak, and the girl was beautiful and exquisite.

Yang Jian sighed when he heard the whole story.

"The royal family treasures are extraordinary, and they must be more abundant than my father's treasury. It's really that you have a wealthy person, no wonder you summoned Eagle to covet it." Yang Jian looked at Gala, as if he was teasing and sighing, and then said unceremoniously: "But your ancestor is really a veritable fool. He listened to Wu Zhu's words and was useless to waste people's wealth and regards human life as a mustard. Even if he is not dead, he will not be able to make a comeback."

"I have money but no one's heart. I can't keep my country's fortune..." Galo sighed, "But after all, I was a foolish monarch hundreds of years ago. What I have to consider now is how to deal with these treasures."

As he said that, he pushed the Long Life Lock towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's eyes fell to the long-lived lock on the table. Against the red light, the phoenix was reborn as if it was fire. It was carved on the red gold with a unique beauty. He picked it up and turned to the other side. The red lotus bloomed like a Buddha's light.

He looked over and over for a moment, put it gently, with a bit of solemnity.

"The descendants of Princess Aji are naturally still princesses." Yang Jian raised a smile on his eyebrows, "You really are of great origin."

"I dare not compare with Your Highness." Garo smiled.

After telling the long story, it seemed like she had been walking together for hundreds of years, from prosperity to decline and demise, from war, to exile and escape. Compared to these, her little thoughts of entanglement and worry seemed to be minimal. Gala relaxed and pulled the back arm to cushion. Yuwen Yuwen took half a sip of hot tea, which was considered a short rest.

Yang Jian also leaned back halfway and looked at Gala, "The princess is humble."

The extremely beautiful cheeks are more and more shiny under the half-light and half-dark charcoal fire. Those eyes are the best. When they are with tears, they are covered in mist and are heartbreaking. When they are with smiles, they are like the rippling waves under the warm spring sunshine, which is attractive to indulge.

Her cloak was untied and piled up behind her, wearing only the opposite collar clothes, revealing her delicate and beautiful collarbone. If the soft skin on her neck was a little sweaty, it should be caused by the steaming of tea.

The same moisturized ones are tender red lips, delicate and charming.

Yang Jian was afraid that his eyes would be too hot and disturb the atmosphere, so he lowered his eyes and looked at the fire.

But Gala was tranced.

After a long time, he suddenly smiled, "The story has been told, and Your Highness knows the whole story. This long-lived lock has been left for a hundred years and must be entrusted to the wise master. Your Highness--" Gala knelt down and picked up the golden lock again, and held it in front of Yang Jian. "Galao, as the descendant of Aji, entrusts it to the wise master. I hope that one day in the future, those treasures will be re-seemed and benefit the people."

Yang Jian was stunned, with a slightly solemn expression, and subconsciously said, "I only help you find out the reason behind the relationship, and you don't intend to occupy it."

"I hand it over to Your Highness, since I sincerely want to find the wise Lord and entrust it to you."

There seemed to be a bright light in her slightly blue eyes. Because of her solemn expression, Yang Jian sat upright unconsciously.

"I can open it for you, but the longevity lock should be held by you."

"I believe that Your Highness will eventually become a wise master. Therefore, this lock will be handed over to Your Highness from today. There is an organ in the lotus, and it can be opened with a sharp object." Gala looked sincere, "But as for me, I know that I can't protect it. If I accidentally lose it and fall into the hands of the thief, it will cause disaster."

She said solemnly, and Yang Jian did not refuse, "I will keep it for you for now and can be retrieved at any time."

His fingers pinched the longevity lock and touched her soft and warm palm. An inexplicable feeling crawled into his heart. Yang Jian's expression moved, his fingers stayed for a moment, trying to hold her hand, but Gala quickly withdrew his palm.

"Gala can rest assured that the treasure is entrusted to the Lord." She folded her hands on her knees, smiled and sighed, saying so.

Yang Jian was stunned and suddenly felt another smell from her tone.

A vague thought came to my mind, but was attracted by her smile and had not yet thought deeply.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Gala smiled and stood up, "Since the matter of Changming Lock has been found out, my grandmother's affairs have been completed. I heard that the Supreme Emperor did not punish the Gao family's female family, and my grandmother is old and doesn't like to be restrained. It is inconvenient to live in Nanxun Hall. Can Your Highness allow her to leave the palace and place her on her own?"

"Of course." Yang Jian had no intention of seizing Tan, "Where did she want to go?"

"My grandmother has a residence in the capital and she should want to live there quietly."

"How inconvenient it is to be alone in the capital. I'll send someone to take care of him?"

Galo hurriedly said, "Your Highness, don't bother. My cousin has already arranged it."

Su Wei was really trying to get some trouble. Yang Jian didn't care, so he stood up and smoothed his clothes.

The matter of Changming Lock was settled and the delivery was clear, and Tan would leave the palace... Yang Jian suddenly grabbed the thought that had just passed away - "She has left the palace, what about you, what about you?"

"I... live first, think clearly before deciding on it." Garo left some room for reconciliation.

Yang Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Tomorrow I will call Su Wei to come over and send the old lady out of the palace. I have made an agreement with my father that I will not go to Nanxun Palace to disturb you again, so you can live there with confidence."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Gala was vague, "Grandma should be waiting for me, Gala should leave first."

After saying that, he bowed and came out.

Yang Jian sent her to the door, and a maid was waiting outside with an umbrella, and accompanied her into the rain, and soon disappeared around the corner.

He stood for a while, without rushing to pass the meal and lights, and walked into the inner room with the long-lived lock, walked to the edge of the couch, and his fingers fell on the butterfly that was about to fly. This inner room almost became his daily living place. Although the artifacts were precious, they were rarely decorated. They were cold and hard and dark, and with this butterfly decoration, they added warmth.

Yang Jian likes it very much. He takes a look before going to bed and when waking up, it seems to dispel the haze of the past and dissolve the ice in his heart.

Now, the butterflies she painted with her own hands and the long-lived lock she cherished most have all come to his hands.

Why did he feel that she seemed to be getting further and further away from him?

The next day, Gala obtained Yang Jian's permission and accompanied Tan to walk around Jianzhang Palace. After seeing Lang Runyuan and Qingsiyuan, it was considered that Tan had lived up to the nearly month since he lived in Jianzhang Palace.

When he returned to Nanxun Palace, Hua Shang had already packed a few things that Tan brought when he came.

When I came, I was alone, with only a cane in my hand, and when I left, I didn't add anything.

Nearly noon, Su Wei came as promised.

He was ordered to send him off today, not as the guard of Jianzhang Palace, but as the cousin of Gala and the old friend of the Gao family. He was a usual mourning blue dress with slender clothes, with a jade crown, and a slow robe, looking like a noble son.

His father Du Jifu was a minister of the Ministry of Personnel. He was a minister of the Ministry of Personnel. He was later demoted and retained for some minor matters. Among the dignitaries and nobles in the capital, Mr. Wai was not a senior official, but he was also a noble errand. Su Wei was born in the capital since he was a child. He received a good appearance from his mother. Before he was sent to the army, he was also a husband with a jade face. Later, he experienced the wind and sand and tanned his white face. The soft outline became hard and he could no longer bear the word "jade face".

At this moment, he stood leaning against the door, smiling, and holding his hands behind his back, suddenly reminding Gala of what he looked like four or five years ago.

At that time, she had just lost her kind mother and lived in the Marquis of Wu'an. She was disliked by Mrs. Fu and the old man, and her life was very unsatisfactory. Her father loved her very much. Although she often took her to the suburbs of the streets to relax, she had no playmates of the same age.

Su Wei was thirteen or fourteen years old at that time, and he was so naughty that people hated him. Because he was similar to Fu Huan, he couldn't stand Fu Huan's arrogance at that time and often angered her. He was very kind to Gala. He probably thought that the little girl was loved by her, and she would bring some interesting things to coax her every time. It was also because of his relationship that Gala and Fu Huan could often come together to play and develop some feelings.

At that time, Galo was most looking forward to two things, one was that his father returned home from the government office, and the other was that Su Wei came to visit.

At that time, Su Wei also leaned against the door, holding something in his mouth and hiding his hands behind his back, giving her many surprises. She even asked her father why he didn't give birth to an older brother. If so, he would probably love her like Su Wei. Later, she complained about this with Su Wei, and Su Wei said that he didn't have a biological sister, so it was the same for him to love her.

Although that was a joke, Gala took it almost seriously. Even after living in Huainan for four years, no cousin could surpass Su Wei's affection.

Gala called out "Cousin" and went up to meet him as before.

Su Wei indeed reached out and spread his hand, dragging a small green card in his palm.

"I haven't tasted the taste of Xiaodianpear soup in a long time, right?"

Gala was very surprised, "How did my cousin know that I was just about to drink it!"

"The wind and cold have just recovered, so it is best to drink pear soup. And the best pear soup in Beijing is the best, besides his family, who else can it be?" Su Wei smiled, moved aside, and said to Tan: "Please, old lady."

Tan smiled and thanked him, and slowly left Nanxun Palace.

After coming out, I didn't meet Yang Jian. Su Wei took her and the other two to Guanghua Gate, and there was an inconspicuous carriage waiting.

Guanghua Gate is close to Hongwen Hall and Jiade Hall, and officials and guests often come and go. There are always more than a dozen carriages parked in the back alley every day, which is most suitable for people to see and hear.

Su Wei was riding a horse on the side, Gala and Tan were sitting in the car, drove out of the East Lane, and turned to Zhuque Street.
To be continued...