Galo closed the door and window, stood next to the brazier for a while, and baked it warmly. Then he took the cloak, put on the hood, and pushed the door open.

The yard was empty. It must be that it was cold in the snow. When there was nothing to do, it was very quiet.

She walked out and saw the layout of the mansion. Although there were few rockery, stone pavilions, pavilions, doors, windows and walls, there were very meticulous characters on the door panels, and every few steps on the wall, there were animals, flowers and trees carved from stones, which were very interesting.

As I walked, although my eyes were still on the relief, my mind had already flown far away.

There was also such a place at the home of my grandfather of Longyou, where various stories were carved along the wall. It was also late winter that year, and it fell in the end of November. Because the earth was not too cold, it was half melting and half accumulated, covering the blue and yellow color of the yard.

It was also in the afternoon that the cousins ​​followed their aunt out for a banquet. She came out of her grandmother's Buddhist temple and relaxed in the snow. She walked over slowly like this. At the corner, she saw Yang Jian in the distance.

At that time, Yang Jian should have been eighteen years old, as cold as a stone peak outside the city.

Not long after Yang Song was assassinated, King Hui must have been sad, but at the request of his grandfather, he came to Gao's house to attend the so-called elegant poetry meeting. Through the carved cave window, Gala could vaguely see the figures intertwined in the spacious hall in the distance, like a room of harmony.

Only Yang Jian was far away from the crowd, standing alone behind the rocks, and avoiding the gaze in the open hall.

He was wearing a brown cloak and stood alone in the snow, his tall figure was like a green pine standing proudly in the snow, and I didn't know what he was thinking.

Although the wind in Longyou is soft, it can penetrate the bone marrow when it is rolled with snow slag. It doesn't move like a stone sculpture, allowing the wind and snow to fill its sleeves, melting on its body, soaking its robe. The face, which is gradually hard, has a cold expression, and its head is wet with snow water, and it slightly hangs from its crown, sticking to his temples.

Galo was only twelve years old at that time. I don’t know who Yang Song died, nor do I know the forbearance of Yang Jian and his son.

She was just curious. How could King Hui be in the mood to attend the banquet not long after Yang Song died? In such a lively hall, wouldn’t he feel sad when looking at those young talents of the same age as their eldest son? And Yang Jian... Galo stood in the sheltering place through the flower window, looking at the cold and solemn man hidden under the rocks, unconsciously remembering that he was cold and hard.

After looking at it for a while, Yang Jian seemed to notice it and suddenly turned his head and looked over here.

Garo remembered his usual sharp eyes, as if he could think of the anger and coldness he noticed after being peeped. He was startled at that time, squatted under the wall, and his heart thundered. After waiting for a long time without movement, he slipped away quietly, because he didn't have time to pick up the cloak, and there was still a lot of snow mud on his head.

Looking back now, Gala couldn't help but smile.

While smiling, I felt a little confused.

When recalling such things, I don’t think that when I am separated, I will rush into my mind with great momentum.

In the first few days after escaping from the Eastern Palace, he deliberately did not think about Yang Jian or the Eastern Palace. He read and practiced calligraphy every day and tried to look away as much as possible. He thought that these were enough, ten days and half a month later, and the scenery along the way could replace those memories, but he did not expect that the facts were far from what she expected.

The day after the carriage and horses left the capital, I felt empty in my heart.

Suizhou is a must-pass place to go to Yunzhong City. When I go north to negotiate peace in spring, I also take the same road.

A little bit of familiar scenery caught my eyes and touched the past. She began to dream, intermittently and complicated, either the old things in Longyou, or the horrors in several dangers, or the Eastern Palace.

The wisteria in the Nanxun Palace, the lanterns on Zhuque Street, the water pavilions and corridors in Qingsi Garden, Yang Jian in the dream was still as cold as before, wearing black ink robe. She teased Ah Bai in the room, turned around and saw him standing beside her, which made her feel happy. It seemed as if his breath was near, like the sudden attack and kiss in the night that night, the dream made the deer bump into the deer.

However, in addition to joy, there will be scenes next to you falling into your dreams.

The corners were flying over the eaves, and the palace was solemn. She seemed to be standing in front of the Linde Hall of the Imperial Palace, full of fear. Emperor Duangong's majestic and angry face was particularly clear in his dream, and he sneered, telling her that her grandmother and father had been executed and that both Fu Gao's mansions had been buried with him.

She was full of despair and stood alone in front of the empty and cold hall, looking around, but Yang Jian was not even seen. She looked cold, and only the iron horse on the eaves was in the wind, making a clang in the heavy rain, even the raindrops were blood-red.

When she woke up from the dream, she knew that it was the cause of the inner demon, and the deep worries and fears she had hidden in her heart.

But it is hard to contain, Yang Jian's shadow appears more and more clearly and breaks into his mind from time to time.

——For example, at this time.

Gala's fingers brushed across the cold and damp stone edges and sighed.

Suddenly someone behind him said, "The weather is cold, why are you tracing here alone?"

Gala turned around and saw Yuwen Shu standing in the snow, looking at her, the royal blue cloak drooping, her eyes exploring.

Gala smiled, "Young Master Yi is back." He lowered his head and tightened his cloak, quickly hiding his emotions in his eyes.

Yuwen Shu didn't ask, but just looked at Tan's residence, "Do you have time for the old lady?"

"My grandmother slept for a while after using it and should be awake at this moment."

Yuwen Shu then walked over there, "Let's go there together. I have something to discuss with the old lady."

Gala followed him and arrived at his residence. Sure enough, Tan and Hua Shang had already gotten up. When the snow in the yard had been cleared, mixed with snow water, piled on both sides of the corridor. The thick curtains were hanging down, and the lights inside were already shining on the window paper.

The servant lady held the broom in her hand and bowed to greet her. Yuwen Shu only waved her hand and walked to the corridor.

Hua Shang had already heard the noise and went out, so he hurriedly opened the curtain, "Young Master Yi is here, please come in."

Tan was arranged in the main house of this yard. The two rooms on the left were used for living, so the rest could meet guests. After she got up, she changed into a sandalwood pattern dress and stood up with a smile. She asked Yuwen Shu to sit at the meeting place of the second room and pour tea on her clothes.

Yuwen Shu was not polite and ordered all the servants in the house to withdraw, and then he said straight to the point: "Just just came back from outside, I always felt that there were eyes staring outside the house. I wonder if the old lady had noticed something abnormal?"

"Someone is staring?" Tan was slightly surprised, "Are you looking at it wrong?"

"My nephew has been doing business abroad for many years and can lose less goods. It's because of this skill. Even though he didn't see it, he felt that everything was accurate. If he was ambushed and followed, the surroundings would be different after all, and this response would not be wrong." Yuwen Shu smiled and seemed to know it, "This house is usually vacant, and few people come. I have never seen anyone follow him before. I guess this time it must be for the old lady and Gala."

As he said that, his eyes fell on Gala, and he saw that her expression changed slightly.

"Although I was hiding in the caravan, once my traces were revealed, those people's noses were particularly sharp. Since the old lady said that she was from the East Palace, she must be much more powerful than others. My nephew came here specially to discuss with the old lady, so that we could continue to walk with each other, or to hide in secret?"

Tan did not expect that Yang Jian's eyes and ears were so sensitive that after a month, he could still catch up with Suizhou.

She couldn't make any arguments, so she looked at Gala.

Gala was also surprised, his heart jumped slightly, and said, "Since you have revealed your signs, someone may come here soon. Since you have decided to go to Xihu, it is best to get rid of these people, I am afraid that it will implicate you."

"It's okay for me." Yuwen Shu didn't care much. Although he was cautious in business for several years, he was not afraid of trouble. He said, "The old lady and you are not prisoners arrested by the court. I will help you with it. What's wrong? Even if you avoid it and the other party comes to ask for help, there is a solution to it, and there is no need to worry."

Gala couldn't figure it out and looked at Tan.

Tan said, "Since he said this, he is sure, and there is no need to worry. It depends on your wishes when you leave or stay."

Galo's five fingers that were buckled on the teacup couldn't help but tighten.

If Yuwen Shu felt right, the person who followed the people outside must be from the East Palace. He was walking outside, getting on and off the carriage, and staying with food and accommodation, and it was inevitable that he would show his signs, but if someone hadn't paid special attention, it would be fine. Since he was targeted, the other party must have attached great importance to it. When the news was handed over to the capital, even if Yang Jian would not come in person, he would probably send someone to catch her back.

When she reached this point, she really didn't know what attitude she should face Yang Jian.

What's more, even if you are nostalgic, regretful, and selfish, you still dare not provoke people like Duangong, which will bring disaster.

She pondered for a moment and looked up at Yuwen Shu, "If you want to get rid of them, can you have a way?"

"There is no complete solution, so we can only try." Since Yuwen Shu agreed to help, he did his best and had already considered it on the way to this yard. "If Gala escapes secretly, it is not difficult - since the other party is hidden and there are not many people coming, we just don't know. As usual, we arrange a caravan, and the two pretend to be family members and get out, the other party may not pay attention. But if this is the case, I will not be able to take care of it. The situation in this area is unstable, and I am afraid there will be danger."

This is quite thoughtful.

Tan also frowned and said, "It's okay for me. I went south alone in my early years and was not afraid of storms. I was afraid that Gala would suffer."

"Or...re-using the same trick again?" Gala said.

Yuwen Shu smiled, "It's just like last time?"

"Well, I've sent people out to go out these two days to make an illusion. If someone comes to ask, I'll hide. Young Master Yi just tells him that I've left secretly. If I can hide it, I'll do nothing in the future."

"What if I can't hide it?"

If you can't hide it, you can only face Yang Jian directly. Whether you are alive or dead, you can only leave it to fate.

Gala smiled bitterly - it was too difficult to escape now when facing Yang Jian's net of heaven and earth.

She couldn't think of a perfect solution, so she could only take a risk to bet.

Yuwen Shu nodded. Since the grandparents and grandchildren had an idea, they didn’t talk much and made arrangements.

...

After he left, Gala became more and more silent. He stood for a long time in front of the snow outside the window. Hua Shang knew her worries, looked at her and felt distressed, but didn't know how to persuade her, so she changed her eyes with Tan. Tan also looked at Gala and was confused until after dinner, and left Gala by her side, saying softly: "Have you made up your mind?"

"Yeah." Gala nodded.

"Actually, your highness is also very good. He does not care about past grudges and is clearly distinguished. It is really rare to be able to do that for you. After a month, it was time for others to be replaced. After all, there are so many ladies in the capital, he can easily pick one of them. But after so long, he still arranged for someone to keep an eye on him. If he really sent someone over here, he would be very sincere."

The brazier in the room was warm, and Tan burned a pot of lotus wine buried last year, and each of his grandparents and grandchildren poured a cup of it.

After all, she was displaced for half her life. When she was young, she was in love with Gao Tanwei, but she failed to get married due to the rules. After more than 20 years of meeting again, things had changed. Although she knew that time was irreversible, she had thought more than once about what would happen to the two of them if they were braver at that time and followed Gao Tanwei south without the twenty years of separation.

After all, she didn't want Gala to experience such a lifelong regret.

The fire was gone, and Gala looked at the wrinkles in the corners of Tan's eyes and laughed.

"I understand what my grandmother meant. If Mr. Yi felt right, it was really his Highness who sent someone to follow him. It would be my blessing to meet the emperor's sincerity in this life. Once I missed it, I'm afraid I will never have the chance to meet him again from now on."

Even if times change, they may meet again in a decade or twenty years, but they will never be able to return to the current situation.

Gao Tanwei will still change his temperament after marrying another person, and use his power and status to anesthetize him, and finally he is now numb. Yang Jian is in the position of the Eastern Palace, and the pressure and temptation he faces cannot be compared. Even if the two meet again, they may not retain their sincerity at this time.

Once missed, it can no longer be bridged.

Gala had never realized this before, and now it is becoming clearer and clearer, and this decision is becoming more and more difficult.

After drinking the warm wine, Gala put down his wine glass and raised his head to meet Tan's gaze.

"After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Supreme Emperor suddenly arrived at the Nanxun Palace. Grandma still remembers the situation that day?" She saw Tan nodding and breathed lightly, "The Supreme Emperor said something at that time, I was afraid that my grandmother would worry, so she didn't say it without hiding it."

Tan said softly: "What did he say?"

"The Supreme Emperor said that the only descendant of the emperor is under his knees, and there is no possibility of any mistake. Otherwise—" Gala sat next to the brazier, thinking about the cold threat that day, and still felt chilling in his heart, "Otherwise, he would have buried the two houses of Vogel."

Tan's hand holding the cup trembled, "What!"

"My grandmother knows the nature of the Supreme Emperor better than me. When he was in Longyou, he endured and hid it. Even if his eldest son was killed, he could suppress hatred and go to his grandfather's banquet. How terrible would such a person be? His hatred towards his grandfather and my grandfather were also clear. He would never agree to me to enter the East Palace easily. At that time, he would be angry, and even if he might not express it in front of the emperor, he would still be tampering in the dark and would be in danger."

Her face was worried, and Tan was even more cloudy, "Does he really say that?"

Gala nodded, "I'm not afraid that he will make things difficult for me. But grandmother - he threatened with his life with his family and with his father's lives. So no matter how the emperor treats me, I can't take risks."
To be continued...