What he said was that for the time being, Gala knew his intention and nodded.

Immediately I took the purple gold hand stove next to me, "Your Highness's hand is cold, let's take it first."

"Fingers will hurt." Yang Jian didn't answer. When he saw Galo's surprise, he frowned and said, "It hurts very much with the frozen hands in the hand stove. Haven't you tried it?" When he was young, he suffered a lot of losses. He didn't like to wear cumbersome cloaks in the cold winter. When he froze, his hands went back to the house and ran to the charcoal basin to roast them. His fingers would hurt, which was particularly uncomfortable.

Gala opposite him shook his head blankly, obviously he had never done such a thing.

Since she couldn't keep warm immediately, Gala could not heat her up with her hands, so she had to sit against the wall.

Yang Jian didn't say anything more, lifted up the corner of the side curtain and made a gesture outside.

Gala looked around and always felt something was wrong. It seemed that Yang Jian's left arm had not moved since he entered the car. However, he was still in a normal state, so she didn't ask, picked up a book and started to read it again.

When we arrived at the inn ten miles away, the caravan went to stay at the hotel, but Yang Jian's guards continued to rush their way after simply having lunch.

In the evening, I arrived at a manor and took a break for the time being.

This place is only a few miles away from the nearest Zhechong Mansion. Compared to the dangers elsewhere, this is the place that Yang Jian originally chose. Although he was also in Suizhou and under the control of Li Bing, the commander of the mansion, Han Lin, was a straightforward and talented man. Yang Jian looked into the details and asked Li Bing to take him under his command before coming to Suizhou, so he could live there with confidence.

The courtyard is not too big, but it is enough for a temporary place to settle down. There are also servants in charge of the affairs, and welcoming them respectfully.

The wind and snow have already stopped, and the twilight is shrouded in the distance and fog.

Gala followed Yang Jian, walking in the snow, three or four steps away.

Since receiving two urgent reports at noon, Yang Jian's expression became much more solemn. When he was sitting in the carriage, he also pondered at a map in his hand. It was obvious that things were urgent. When Gala left Sui City, he saw the strict defense outside the Bailu Hall. When he recalled Yang Jian's military deployment map that day, he guessed that Yang Jian and Li Bing finally had a contest, so he did not dare to disturb him.

But along the way, Yang Jian only used his right arm to eat and do things, and almost never moved his left hand.

Gala was full of doubts and took advantage of Han Qinhu's side and whispered: "General Zhan, is His Highness's left arm injured?"

"Yes." Han Qinhu's chin did not hide it. "He was attacked on the way and was shot by a poisonous arrow."

Garo's eyebrows hopped, "Poison Arrow? Then now..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Yang Jian in front of him stop suddenly and turned around to look here. His expression was as solemn as usual, and his eyes glanced at everyone behind him, and then ordered, "Liu Zheng arranged for the residence of the old lady and Hua Shang. General Han Qinhu and Huang should be able to arrive soon, prepare a quiet room for interrogation."

Han Qinhu took the order and left, but failed to answer Gala again.

Liu Zheng led Tan and Hua Shang to the side courtyard on the right. Gala wanted to follow him, but was afraid that Yang Jian would give him instructions. When he looked at him, he really met his gaze.

It was not as cold as it used to be, nor was it like the burning heat hidden in the Eastern Palace. I just took a light look at her and said, "I know I have an injury on my arm, but I can't come and open the door."

Gala rushed to catch up quickly, opened the door leaf, and then opened the curtain.

Yang Jian entered the house and said casually: "Come in."

The room had already had a lamp, but after all, it was in the remote suburbs, and it was a little dim compared to the glorious candles in the East Palace. The candle had been lit for a long time, and the wick was suddenly in it and had not been cut off. Garo looked at the small silver cutter next to the candlestick. Seeing that Yang Jian had no instructions, he went over first and cut off the excess wick. The flames jumped slightly and became a little brighter.

Behind him was Yang Jian's voice, "Can you bandage the wound?"

Galo hurriedly said, "I know a little."

Yang Jian nodded and called the guard to bring the medicine box in, turned to the inner couch, and put the medicine box down.

Galo hesitated and followed, saying, "Is the injury on Your Highness's arm still serious?"

Yang Jian lowered his eyes and fiddled with the medicine box, saying casually: "The arrow is poisonous, enough to be fatal. Although the poison was removed and he saved his life, his left arm was almost wiped out and he could not move. Fu Jialuo." He raised his eyebrows, and under the dim candlelight, his expression was dark and unclear, but his tone was rare, "If you hadn't escaped to Suizhou, I wouldn't have been injured."

He spoke seriously and Gala tightened his heart and whispered: "I am ashamed of Your Highness."

Having seen Yang Jian's sharp posture during the battle, she knew very well how powerful Yang Jian's arm was. According to Yang Jian's meaning, if she hadn't come to Suizhou, he might not have been in a hurry to go to the danger alone. Now that her arm is seriously injured, she has implicated him.

"I know I feel guilty, I'm still a little conscientious." Yang Jian didn't even raise his eyelids.

His face was as solemn as usual. He took his right hand to untied the collar of his clothes and took off his outer clothes to his waist. When he was about to untied the collar of his clothes, he couldn't untied it for a long time. He pulled it in a very annoyed state and looked at Gala, "The guards are all busy, but you are still free. When it's time to change the medicine, you just stand still. The so-called shame is just saying something on your lips?"

When Gala heard this, he felt uneasy in his conscience.

She wasn't really indifferent.

When she heard Han Qinhu say that Yang Jian was attacked, she was already very worried. When Yang Jian said that he almost lost his life and his left arm was almost ruined, she was even more worried. She was in danger several times before, and Yang Jian helped him, hugged him and kissed him. Although the future was uncertain, she was influenced by Nanfeng and Tan since she was a child, and she did not pay much attention to these trivial matters.

But after all, she was alone and widowed and lived in the same room, especially when she was in such a situation with Yang Jian, she took off her clothes and bandaged her, after all, she was ambiguous. Moreover, Yang Jian's other behaviors were normal today, which was not an urgent matter, so she would hesitate.

But when Yang Jian said that, it seemed that she would be extremely guilty and not have any conscience.

She was worried about Yang Jian's injury and wanted to find out what was going on. She gritted her teeth secretly, stepped forward and whispered: "I'll do it."

The outer clothes were half-falling, and the inside was a white middle clothes. There was a dark red ball near the shoulders of her left arm, which should be blood. She was frightened by Yang Jian's statement, and her heart thumped. She carefully unbuttoned the buttons of the middle clothes and slowly took off the middle clothes. Half of his shoulders fell into her eyes without any trace.

Gala tried his best not to think about what was happening next to him. Seeing that the yarn that had bandaged the wound had stained his head with blood, his fingers trembled slightly.

The end of the veil was found and untied. Half of the blood on her head was dry and half was still moist. When her fingertips touched her, she made her heart beat harder. Han Qinhu was simply attacked. When Yang Jian said that he almost lost his life, he was calm and gentle. However, Gala still couldn't help but guess, wondering how dangerous Yang Jian was when he was attacked and injured, and how he survived the erosion of poisons.

The yarn was untied to the end, but was stained with half-dry blood on the wound. She tried for a while but failed to fade.

Just as I was about to find some hot water, I soaked the yarn and took it off, but my hand was suddenly held by Yang Jian.

His body had already warmed up, and his palm was slightly hot, wrapping her in his palm with steady force.

"I've been seriously injured so I don't have to be too careful." He sat on the couch, staring at Gala who was standing next to him, and suddenly pulled his hands slightly, tearing the sticky yarn open.

With four eyes facing each other, Gala could see clearly and clearly. There was a look of pain in his eyes and he frowned unconsciously.

She seemed to be able to feel the pain of the tearing of the wound, and her heart trembled violently.

She lowered her head and saw the bloody and flesh in the dark candlelight, surrounded by purple blood, and even the flesh had changed color. She had never seen a wound before, and she felt shocked at this moment.

He carefully touched the skin next to the wound and noticed that Yang Jian's arms also trembled slightly.

Gala suddenly felt a ball in his heart.

Yang Jian's shoulders were very strong, and his fingertips were touched in time, and he was hard and powerful.

As if he had encountered charcoal, Gala tried his best to calm down and said to Yang Jian: "Your Highness, which medicine should I apply?"

"This gourd" Yang Jian took a gourd and handed it to her, his voice low, "A pot every day needs to be applied to the arm to pull out the poison."

Gala took it, calmed down, and looked at a small bowl in the medicine box, and poured the medicine juice from the gourd into it. The medicine juice was dark purple, and it smelled a bitter smell. I don’t know which medicine materials were used.

She held the bowl in one hand, stretched out four fingers into the medicine and dipped it in the other hand, avoided the wound, rubbed it on his arm, and asked softly: "Your Highness, do you have to apply this arm? Should you avoid the wound?"

"Yeah." Yang Jian felt that this position was quite uncomfortable, so he turned over to the couch, turned his left arm outward, pointed to the edge of the bed and said, "Sit here."

He lay halfway down on the couch, leaning against the soft pillow. Galo was struggling to apply medicine while standing, so he found a few comb towels to spread under his arm, then sat on the edge of the bed, dipped it in the medicine, and continued to apply it on his arm.

The night gradually became deeper and the candlelight on the bed was dim.

Gala used his arm to be smeared carefully. He heard Yang Jian say that this arm was almost useless, and he didn't dare to have distracting thoughts to hurt him. Therefore, he was careful and did not dare to use any more strength. After applying it for a while, half of the medicine juice was left in the gourd, and sweat beads gradually emerged from the tip of her nose, but she was still meticulous and carefully wiped.

Yang Jian looked at her side face, and an unspeakable feeling gradually emerged in his eyes. He closed his eyes and turned his head inward.

The soft fingertips rubbed across the skin, and the medicine seemed to be boiled, with a warmth.

Her force was very light, like a feather swept across her, touching her heart itchy.

When he first arrived in Suizhou and was avoided, Yang Jian was angry and could not let go of his emotions, so he forced her to the corner of the cabinet and then broke away from control and kissed her forcibly. He was irritable and hesitant in his life that night. He had never been good at talking to others, and he was a little embarrassed when he bit his lip and refused. Then he was depressed and at a loss.

In the court and in the Eastern Palace, he has many means of punishing people, which are both reasonable and effective.

But he was facing her, but there was nothing he could do.

There was anger in my heart, not only because of the anger of the Double Ninth Festival, but also because of the lack of news and worry and loss in the more than a month, and because of the embarrassment of her avoidance, but more because of the mixed emotions of all kinds, and the situation in Sui City was too critical. When she confessed that day, he still couldn't calm down.

It is like a ferocious tiger and leopard, doing whatever it wants in the deep mountains and jungles, without any scruples, and when it reaches the land of gentleness, its nature makes it want to rush around, but reason makes it dare not hurt the delicate flowers and trees, full of impatience, but at a loss.

When she was riding in the car, Yang Jian was still very distressed and hesitant, not knowing how to punish her cunning and hatefulness, and she made up her mind.

At this moment, all the distress seemed to disappear.

After she wiped the medicine, she held his arm with her soft palm, and then slowly rubbed it from her shoulder to her wrist, intending to rub the medicine into the flesh and blood. Her soft and warm palms seemed to touch his heart, rubbing and rubbing gently, untiing and smoothing the lumps inside, and even breathing was much smoother.

Yang Jian opened his eyes again and looked at Gala, "The technique is good."

Seeing that he had just closed his eyes, Gala thought he was asleep. He was a little surprised when he heard this, and then smiled and said, "When I was in Longyou, I was sprained once, and my grandmother also applied ointment to me like this. After applying it, she rubbed it. It would make the ointment seep into it and be more effective."

The dim candlelight made her skin as hazy as jade and her eyes as stars.

Yang Jian didn't know how to mention it, so he naturally said it, "Your grandmother's words have you heard?"

"Yeah." Garo nodded, "Grandma said, don't get into the horns."

She was able to listen to the advice, but Yang Jian thought that according to her determined plan, she might not even listen to Tan's words.

The room was silent for a moment. After Gala and other medicines were leaking, they came over with a wet towel and wiped the marks outside to prevent them from getting dirty. Then, according to Yang Jian's instructions, they took the poison-removing ointment and carefully applied it to the wound. After a while, they wiped it clean according to Yang Jian's instructions, applied another plaster, and then wrapped it with yarn layer by layer.

Because she was afraid of the wound, she tried her best to take things lightly. After these things were done, she was sweating on her forehead and felt sore in her arms.

Yang Jian looked at her red face, couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe away the sweat beads, and then held her shoulders.

"There is no need to worry too much about my father. With me and your Nanchen grandfather, he will consider the pros and cons, so that he will not easily kill people to vent his anger." He raised her jaw and forced her to look at each other, and said seriously: "If I can save your father from Yingzuo, there is a way to save him under the father's hands."

"I know that Your Highness has such ability, but..." Garo hesitated for a moment and confessed his worries. "What I am afraid of is that Your Highness angers the Supreme Emperor because of this matter. The father and son are in trouble, which is not good for Your Highness."

Yang Jian was slightly stunned, "So you left, or should you consider it for me?"

"The most important thing is to protect yourself." Garo smiled.

Yang Jian pursued him relentlessly, and his eyes suddenly became brighter, "Besides protecting yourself, how much should I think about it?" Seeing that Garo was still silent, he suddenly bullied himself and looked bright, "I have done this, don't you give me a clear word?"

This attitude of digging into the bottom of the question made Gala smile.

She calculated seriously with her fingers, "It's probably only... two minutes?"

"lie!"
To be continued...