There was no sound nearby, and there were shadows of trees everywhere, and the rugged rockery was a natural barrier. Yang Jian was in a moment of trance and turned his body closer by a devil, "Then Gala, how can I thank me?"

"Hmm?" Gala was so happy that he was stunned for a moment before he realized.

In the past, Yang Jian just made a verbal promise, and this time he really saved his father safely from Ying Zuo's hands. This is a great kindness! Moreover, looking at the attitude of Taizu of Sui, Yang Zhong, seemed to be asking the men of the Fu family to die before they could be killed. Yang Jian hid it from him to rescue him. It was not easy to deal with the enemy country thousands of miles away.

How to repay?

Why not consider carefully whether the grandfather of Ronglou formed an alliance with Daxia in the future?

Unsure of his mind, he saw Yang Jian approaching closer and almost touching her lips.

Her eyes met, her mind flew, but he was smiling.

Gala leaned back and keenly realized that Yang Jian was smiling with ill intentions.

His outline is as clear as carved. Although the ice in his eyes has melted, it is not as cold and awesome as before, and his cold and hard temperament is still there. A person's front is noble and powerful, and his iron fist is fierce. Only when he is in front of her, he gradually shows his gentle attitude, but that gentleness is restrained and conforms to the identity of Jianzhang Gong Duangui. Once he reveals his attitude in front of him, he must be a bad idea.

For example, the last time when Zhaowen Palace was red and the other side was lured into the voyage.

Garoton felt wary. Sure enough, without waiting for her to answer, Yang Jian swept her cheek and leaned close to his ears. The low voice smiled slightly, "Don't thank you again, just let me be happy." Then he stepped back a little, looked at her side, but looked out of the corner of his eyes, with a scorching temperature.

A flame suddenly rose on Gala's face and jumped back like a rabbit, "This is not how I repay you!"

As he said that, he took four or five steps and ran to the edge of the chrysanthemum to look at the flowers.

Yang Jian stood in the wind for a moment before suddenly coming back to his senses and following her, but saw her cheeks flushed and she lowered her head to avoid her eyes.

Not far away, Song Lan turned around. Yang Jian saw that the moment he stood up straight, his face was already as serious as before.

"Report to Your Highness, the banquet is ready." Song Lan saluted calmly, and the female official's beautiful dress swayed, reflecting the yellow flowers.

Yang Jian nodded, saw Gala's clothes in the wind, and ordered: "Go to Nanxun Palace and pick up a cloak."

Song Lan bowed and responded to the order and left.

Gala didn't dare to stay in this dangerous place, and advised Yang Jian to return to the water pavilion.

...

The banquet was not laid out, but the dishes were particularly exquisite.

People from Jialing Temple and several female officials served outside. Yang Jian ordered people to play the pipa through the water. With the sound of the chirping music, the chrysanthemum wine was sweet and fragrant.
Chapter completed!