Yang Jian frowned and sniffed it carefully, but he didn't realize it was different. However, Yue Hua has always been cautious and sharp, and is a girl's home. In order to practice tracking, he has studied spices specifically, but he may not be inferior to those spice masters. I believe he will not make any mistakes.

He stared at the wall, as if he had a strong premonition to pull, and his heartbeat suddenly became rapid.

After Yue Hua finished reporting, he bowed to him and bowed, then left the room and waited for the order in the hall.

Yang Jian stood there, reaching out to touch the wall. He broke it without any effort, but his hand hesitated for some reason.

He finally let go of his fist, bent his fingers, and gently knocked him, calming his energy and suppressing his mood.

In the dark room, sweat had already emerged from the tip of Gala's nose.

The little luck in her heart started to fluctuate when she heard Yue Hua’s movement in the house.

Although she couldn't hear the movement outside the house, after Yue Hua entered the house, although his footsteps were silent, he occasionally tucked and moved the furniture arrangements. Until the wall, he tucked and beat them for a long time. The sounds were different, and even outsiders like Gala could hear the clues. Then, after a moment of quiet outside, the footsteps should be Yang Jian's. He walked silently, but this time his feet were of different weights. He must have suppressed his anger and his mood was rolling.

Gala had already stood up from the futon, holding his sleeves tightly with his hands.

After Yue Hua's light knock, the outside became quiet. After a moment, Yang Jian's extremely low knocking was heard.

Gala's heart thumped, and he could almost imagine his expression outside the wall.

She tried her best to hold her breath, and even covered her hands to her mouth, for fear of revealing a trace of movement. However, her heartbeat became more and more rapid, and even her breathing was uncontrollably messy. It was obvious that it was only a few breaths, but it seemed extremely long. She clenched her fingers and stared at the wall.

Finally, Yang Jian's voice sounded outside.

"I know you're inside." The voice was light, but it penetrated the wall and poured into her ears, with hoarseness.

"Fu Galao, come out by himself and you will be considered a punishment for the merits." He said.

Through the door, Gala seemed to be able to detect Yang Jian's voice trembled slightly.

In an instant, warmth surged in Gala's heart. I remembered the time in Zhaowen Palace for nothing. Yang Jian said in a very low voice, "I'll save him." It was a concession under pride and stubbornness, a forbearance when all emotions were mixed, and a last bit of lenientness after being deceived and avoided.

She held her hands in her sleeves, moved her feet, and the soles of her shoes rubbed across the ground, making a very low noise.

The footsteps gradually approached, and finally, the door creaked open, the girl drooped out, and her footsteps were slow.

Her dress was no different from usual. She was covered in black hair and had two bead hairpins. The ruby ​​beads were shaking in her ears, and there was no other decoration. She was wearing a jade-white brocade dress with a red crabapple underneath, which was slim and slender. She initially lowered her head and said nothing, but she dared to look up after a while. The slightly blue eyes were foggy, her eyelashes were slightly raised like a feather fan, her lips were soft and tender, and there was a shallow bite mark.

Having not seen her for a month, she looked different from what she remembered.

Yang Jian couldn't say what was different at this moment. He tried his best to suppress his emotions, hid his fists in his sleeves, stood in front of Gala, staring at her with his head down, clouds piled on his face, but he didn't say anything.

The Majesty of the Eastern Palace had long been experienced by Gala, and he did not dare to look at each other at this time. He knelt down and said, "Kow to the Emperor."

"Get up." His voice was cold and hard.

Galo stood up, and saw Yang Jian silently looking at her, feeling a little uneasy and cramped, and said, "Your Highness..."

"Follow me." Yang Jian's voice was low and he suddenly turned around and looked away.

Gala was slightly stunned, "Your Highness, I can't..." Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian suddenly turned his head and looked over, his eyes suddenly became stern and sharp, and there seemed to be blood in his eyes, as if the anger he had just suppressed was about to move. She was shocked by the vicious gaze, and she choked in her throat, and she took back all the words behind.

However, Yang Jian had already turned his back again, and his black cloak was hidden, his spine was tight, as if the strings were pulled by a strong bow, and he was about to touch it.

The room was quiet and silent, Gala was a little confused about Yang Jian's attitude.

Logically, he should be particularly angry. When getting along well, she fled the capital without telling him. Even if there was a letter to explain it, it would be useless. He must be very angry, not only for her escape, but also for intentional deception, and even used it. When he arrived in Suizhou, he did not let the guards capture her. He kindly came to the door, but she avoided it, leaving Tan and Yuwen Shu outside to deal with it.

That is really rude to the noble and proud Your Highness.

He should have been furious, and Gala also hoped that he could do this, and then left in anger, completely deeming her as ignorant of being ungrateful.
Chapter completed!