Gala had no choice but to explain, "The old lady is an elder, and my aunt has not seen her for many years, so she should go to a visit. But my cousin knows how she treats me. If I go, the old lady asks me why I ignore the overall situation and sneak back from there and make unhappy. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to my aunt? One of the eight sufferings is a meeting of enemies and hatreds. Although the old lady and I don't have this, it's better not to meet. I am just ashamed of my aunt, please ask my cousin to say hello to me."

This is really getting darker and darker the more you draw it.

However, Su Wei knew that Gala had a grudge against the old lady. In the early years, Mrs. Fu excluded Nanfeng and even heard of it later, he felt angry, let alone Gala himself. The relationship between mother and daughter has always been the most intimate. Gala defended Nanfeng, and his mother defended Madam Fu. Gala was unwilling to see her. When she thought about it carefully, she should have expected it.

Su Wei refused to give up easily after all, and said, "I have another mansion in the capital, so it's okay to live there. You don't have to meet the old lady, and it's convenient to take care of you. You and the grandmother of the Gao family live, and you will never treat you unfairly. When my uncle returns to the capital in the future, make arrangements and everything will be cheap."

This kind of devotion really surprised Gala, but Su Wei has always been like this and has not taken it to his heart.

I'm afraid Su Wei thought she could walk out of Jianzhang Palace openly, so Galu sighed secretly. With Yang Jian's appearance, she might not be willing to let her out. She planned to escape secretly and hide her whereabouts away from the capital. In order to avoid causing trouble for Su Wei, she thought about it and even hid him.

At this moment, I felt guilty in my heart towards Su Wei's confession and sincerity. After thinking about it, I had to say, "Look at me, look at my grandmother's arrangements."

A glimmer of light seemed to flash in Su Wei's eyes.

But Gala bowed his head with a ulterior motive and made a gesture to select pigments.

When he returned to the Nanxun Palace, Gala put the paint away, then picked silk with Hua Shang and carefully cut it.

When she was young, she learned paintings on silk paintings from her father. Later, she went to Huainan, where the area was full of literary power. Literary scholars and poets praised ink and painting. Her grandfather even wanted her to change her family and said many benefits. However, Gala still liked the colorful colors, such as the ever-fading scenery in her childhood memory. After years of practice, although she is only fourteen years old, her skills are not too bad.

I picked the appropriate silk, cut it into two feet square, and then chose the pigment.

Hua Shang looked around and smiled and said, "Miss hasn't painted for a long time, what do you want to draw this time?"

What to draw? Gala thought for a moment, pointed to Fumaogou, who was sleeping soundly on the table, and said, "Draw it."

She has been in adversity for the past six months, but now she is interested in painting, which shows that she is getting better. Hua Shang looked at Huanxi and helped blend the paints and do some chores.

Gala painted it very seriously.

In late autumn, the Nanxun Hall gradually lost its color except for the painted flowers between the eaves of the pillars. Outside the pavilion in the courtyard, the wisteria flowers had already faded, but the dense leaves on the twisted branches were mixed with yellow and green, indicating that the flowers that had once existed were like strings. Gala still remembered that when he first entered Jianzhang Palace, the wisteria flowers bloomed just in a perfect way. In this solemn and majestic Jianzhang Palace, it decorated a little close and beautiful.

And A Bai was sleeping soundly, which was the most unexpected gain of it in Jianzhang Palace.

"When I thought of leaving Jianzhang Palace, the one I was most reluctant to part with was Abai." Gala had conceived the picture coloring, and looked at Abai waking up, and went over to press it on the table, teasing with a smile, "Ah, the princess teased me with it. Although she had bad intentions, she still felt very interesting to come here."

"Does the girl want to give it to the princess when she paints?" Hua Shang took the comb and slowly gave it a hair.

Gala nodded, "That day the Supreme Emperor suddenly arrived at Nanxun Palace. She sent the news in advance so that we could cover it up a little. Otherwise, if the Supreme Emperor could see his grandmother and see me living in the main hall with peace and leisure, we would all suffer. Although she was looking at His Highness's face, I had to do this kind of love."

Hua Shang sighed, "I used to think that the princess hated us just like the Supreme Emperor."

"I wish I had any grudges. So she would send a letter, which really surprised me. Hua Shang--" Gala supported her arms on the table and her bare hands supported her. "We can leave, but A Bai can't take it away. Jianzhang Palace is mostly rough and generous male guards. He can't take care of A Bai, and His Highness is even more unlikely to take care of him. The nanny may not be willing to treat it well. After thinking about it, there is only one place to settle it."

"Send it back to Princess Ningyuan?" Hua Shang suddenly realized.

Gala smiled, "She is probably the only one in the palace. She is willing to take good care of Ah Bai."

As he said this, he felt like he was entrusting his funeral. So he held Abai in his arms and played with it, and gradually became ecstatic again...

Under the blooming wisteria rack, the dog curled up its tail and lies on the stone table, taking a nap.

Just thinking about this picture, Gala felt warm and easy to draw. Because it was a painting given to Princess Ningyuan, it also had the meaning of entrusting Abai, so he was very careful in painting, smudged lines and meticulously.

The first painting of the Momogou is, it looks cute and has a very charming charm.

The color of the wisteria flowers was slower. Gala lay in front of the desk for half an hour, and had not finished dyeing a string. When he was fully devoted to the outside world, he was vaguely hearing what Hua Shang said outside the window. She didn't listen to it seriously, nor did she take it seriously, and just devoted herself to the painting. Until she looked up when her neck was sore, she held her neck with her hands and moved, and found that Yang Jian was standing there three or four steps before the desk.

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that this painting might reveal her plan. Her heart was beating in her mind, and she subconsciously wanted to hide the silk painting.

Before he could touch the corner of the silk painting, Yang Jian rushed over quickly, stretched out his hand, and pressed a corner of the silk painting firmly.

The slender hands have clear knuckles and press them next to the purple-red and shallow-dark flower strings, giving them a different kind of beauty.

Gala raised his eyes helplessly, and saw Yang Jian having a smile on his lips, looking at her. His body was still the emperor's crown and uniform. The big vermilion dress with autumn red embroidered with cloud patterns, rolled with fine and delicate gold edges, which were eye-catching. The black gold crown was inlaid with orbs, and his black hair was put away, making him look more and more sharp-eyed and distinctive.

"Greetings to Your Highness." Gala held his finger beside the silk, gently covered most of the picture with his sleeve, and refused to give up.

Yang Jian looked over, his low voice was a little hoarse, "Are you painting again?"

Gala had no time to think about it, and pulled over a pile of blank rice paper next to him and covered it with his hands. He pressed his hands firmly, smiling without answering. At first, he was afraid of leaking, but now he had his thoughts and had concerns again - painting Abai and painting wisteria, which inevitably contained feelings for the scenery. Thinking of Abai's simple and innocent attitude and the passing time under the wisteria, Yang Jian's shadow always floated by in his heart, reminding her to live in Nanxun Palace for hundreds of days and nights.

She was afraid that Yang Jian would misunderstand the meaning of the painting, and it was difficult to explain it. She felt guilty and was even more reluctant to show it to him.

Yang Jian kept leaning over and approached half a foot, "Don't you show me?"

"Look at it after the drawing is finished." Gala's heart was still chaotic. He pressed the rice paper desperately, and he noticed that the hand covering the bottom was about to move. He immediately pressed it through the rice paper, "Don't move, you can't look!"

Half of her body was lying on the table, fearing that the color of the silk painting would be damaged, so she was so cautious that she bent her back when she looked up and spoke. She had some paint dyed on her hands at some point, pressing him over and over, even though the soft force was still thumping in her heart.

Yang Jian's eyes were darker.

It’s not the erotic picture drawn, so I’m so afraid that he will see it?

In fact, I just stood half an incense stick in front of the case, and I had already seen clearly what I should have.

He didn't expose it, and coughed lightly, and looked sober, "Show me, this is the will."

Gala did not believe in the guise of this will, and pushed his hand through the rice paper, and refused to obey. "Your Highness will look at it after you finish the drawing. You will have to issue an order if you don't see such a small matter!" Because Yang Jian was afraid that the silk painting would be damaged, she pushed hard for a long time, and finally drove the sudden hand out, and then she smiled and her cheeks turned red.

Yang Jian's hand was driven to the desk, and he was a little attached to him, and he became increasingly confused about the reason for the blushing.

But Gala quickly put away the silk paintings and rice paper, "Does your highness give me instructions?"

"Double evening is approaching, and the chrysanthemum wine in the palace is opened. I gave me two jars and went to try them with me."

Gala was full of his mind and wanted him to leave as soon as possible. He immediately responded to his order, followed Yang Jian out of the hall gate, and whispered to Hua Shang to put away the painting immediately.

Drinking chrysanthemum wine and eating chrysanthemum cake on the Double Ninth Festival is a custom that has been passed down for a long time.

The chrysanthemum wine in the palace may not be much better than the people. However, because of the royal nobleness, it seems to be particularly noble. Every year during festivals, the chrysanthemum girl in the inner court unsealed it and gave wine to the palace of the trusted and important officials, which is a kind of honor. Jianzhang Palace naturally has no shortage of rewards. In addition to distributing the nine jars of fine wine in the pottery jar, Yang Jian left two jars to drink by himself.

It was almost evening, and the late autumn sunset was gorgeous. The flowing clouds in the sky were dyed orange. There was a green pond in Qingsi Garden, and the water surface was floating with light and gold.

There is a small pavilion near the water, and next to it is a curved corridor and water pavilion with doors and windows open.

The family order sent people to serve nearby, while Song Lan brought several female officials to arrange banquets.

It was still early, Yang Jian took Gala around first.

After autumn, the grass in the garden gradually withered, and the leaves mixed with red and green, which was a unique interest. Gala had something in his mind. Although there was a beautiful scenery in front of him, most of his thoughts were still on Yang Jian - his shoulders were wide, his waist was thin, he was wearing a luxurious and elegant emperor's crown suit, and he was majestic and upright. His wrists and chest were admirable. I hope he could become a wise ruler and live up to those treasures.

Thinking of this, the topic will inevitably lead to classics and Buddhist scriptures and relics.

Although Yang Jian was naughty when he was young, he was taught by famous scholars and important officials in the royal palace and did not lose any of his homework. In addition, he was talented and talented, he was not inferior to his brother Xie Shen. However, he loved bows, arrows, swords and horses more, and he practiced martial arts and swords in his spare time, and he also liked to sneak out to shoot archery and hunt, unlike Xie Shen who liked to stay in the study. Until he was exiled to Huainan, he could not be casual about everything. His sharp and anxious temperament was smoothed out and gradually settled down. He then studied military books and literature and history, and developed the habit of flipping books in Zhaowen Hall now when he was fine. He took good care of literature and pictures and classics.

As for Buddhist scriptures, Princess Hui was very diligent in worshiping Buddha back then. Although Yang Jian was not addicted, he maintained a little respect.

Listening to his tone as he spoke, Gala gradually felt relieved and followed him neither far nor near.

After walking past the rockery pavilion and bypassing the winding cave door, Yang Jian saw that she was always following two steps away, and suddenly stopped and "Come here."

Gala then stopped, leaned closer, stood beside the rockery, and looked up and waited for the order.

"Come here again." Yang Jian frowned at the distance of three or four feet in the middle.

Gala moved half a step closer, his hands crossed, and looked at him in confusion.

"Are you hiding from me?"

"No!" Galo quickly denied.

Didn't hide? In the past, Gala always followed closely behind, fearing that she would be left behind. Now, he deliberately slowed down, but she followed farther and farther away, without any intention of following. Could it be that the father's raid on the Nanxun Palace last time, she really wanted to retreat? Yang Jian felt a headache and then was frustrated. But it was useless to be angry. Isn't it just me, I am the one who is alone, he stepped forward and stared at Gala.

Gala indeed stepped back a little, not even noticed herself.

"I won't eat you!" Yang Jian was not angry.

Gala smiled and said, "I know, Your Highness is not a tiger."

"Then you still hide?" Yang Jian leaned over and grabbed her gaze from a distance, exploring her eyes.

Behind Gala was a rugged rockery, and it was difficult to retreat, so he could only move away to the side and smiled, "That was caused by the demon of Your Highness's inner demon. I thought I would hide because of the Supreme Emperor's sudden arrival in the Nanxun Palace, so I thought this way."

She spoke frankly and seriously, Yang Jian looked at her, "Take it serious?"

"Actually, I was absent-minded just now and thought about the old things, so I couldn't follow Your Highness. When I was a child, my mother made the chrysanthemum cake was the best. Later, when I went to Huainan, my grandmother could also make wine and tasted very good. Last year, I followed my grandmother to climb the high place and went to a nearby Buddhist temple to incense for my mother. My father also sent a letter and wrote a poem for me to show. The current situation..." Garo bit his lip, although he did not say it bluntly, his intention was obvious.

Yang Jian then stood up and let her go, "What's the difficulty? I'll take you to climb the heights at that time."

"Take it seriously?" This time it was replaced by Gala.

Yang Jian's face was slightly dark, "In your heart, I'm so unbelievable?"

"No, no!" Gala immediately waved his hand and smiled brighter, "Your Highness will be convinced, it is very credible!"

"And your father--" Yang Jian was going to talk later, but when he saw the sudden smile, he couldn't help but say, "The news from Beiliang that he had escaped. Although he was seriously injured, he almost took Ying Zuo's life. Such a bold thing would be a lucky chance to escape. Chen Guang was leading him south and would arrive at Huyang Pass soon. At that time, Meng Xu sent someone to escort him back and there would be no more mistakes."

This news was really unexpected. Gala was originally planning something beside him, and he was overjoyed when he heard this. "Since your highness said that, my father is not at all dangerous, right? When will he be able to return to Beijing? Is the injury on his body important?"

Her slightly blue eyes suddenly shone brightly, like the sun shining on the water, and even her cheeks seemed to be shining with radiance. Her hands firmly grasped Yang Jian's sleeves and stared at him, as if she wanted to prove it.

Yang Jian let her hold it, and smiled in his eyes, "A strong and healthy man can save his life if he assassinate the Prince of Beiliang, so why not recover from his injuries? Chen Guang's letter said that although the injury will not endanger his life, he also needs to rest, so as not to rush to worsen his injuries. How about it, he will be well-kept in Huyang Pass before returning?"

"Of course!" Garo smiled and almost cheered while holding his sleeves. "Since my father has escaped from danger, he is not in a hurry! It is useless to rush on the road with his injuries. I will come back after he is recovered. Your Highness has arranged the most appropriate arrangements!"

The afterglow of the sunset penetrates the jagged leaves, and the soft golden light reflects it, making the skin look white and tender, moist and soft.

Beneath the dark eyebrows, the bright eyes are filled with smiles, like rippling water waves, shining with brilliance.

For more than ten days, she was bedridden with illness, and then was secretly talked about by Emperor Taizu of Sui Yang Zhong. This was the first time she smiled so happily without any scruples.

It seems like there are spring flowers blooming in the garden, and in the bleak autumn day, people feel bright.
To be continued...