"Okay." Galo did not refuse anymore, and lifted his sprained right ankle, letting Li Bing pick it up, and went down the mountain in the cold winter wind.

Fortunately, the two of them were not too far away and they arrived at the place where they were five shots.

Gala had two arms wrapped around Li Bing's neck, but he just turned his head to look at the horse in the distance, and pointed to the scenery in the distance, such as a huge rock on the top of a mountain, or a cliff that broke straight down like a knife and an axe.

Li Bing also put aside all kinds of distractions, held her steadily with her arms, and let her go to the ground when she got to the horse, and then helped her get on the horse.

After riding a horse and walking back, the Meng brothers and sisters had already arrived.

Both of them also hunted a lot of things, and even caught two lively gray-haired rabbits, putting them in their net pockets.

A group of four rode to the manor, and in the winter wind, their clothes were flying.

Fang Yiai lost to Li Bing when he was just competing for fists and kicks. He was not convinced and took the opportunity to ask for a horse riding game and was ready to go. Although Fang Yanqian said something, Li Bing did not refuse. The two horses galloped through the field. I don’t know if Fang Yiai’s horsemanship was excellent or if Li Bing had the intention to give in, it was even more comparable.

When Gala and Fang Yanqian chased after him, they had just competed, waiting at the intersection in front, and it was said that they had a tie.

While Fang Yiai was happy, she praised Fang Yanqian repeatedly. Fang Yanqian criticized her for being naughty, and Fang Yiai didn't care about it and laughed all the way.

Outside the courtyard, Li Bing summoned a guard and handed him the hunted pheasant and ordered him to send it to the kitchen. Then he helped Garo dismount and walked in with the Meng brothers and sisters.

Before he could reach the courtyard where Yang Jian lived, he saw Yang Jian walking towards him with Han Qinhu and Cao Dian.

In winter, everything withered, except for the pine and cypress still green, there are no other bright colors.

Yang Jian was wearing black clothes, decorated with vermilion kirin patterns in the middle, which was particularly eye-catching. When he went out, he was nervously preparing for the battle. He disappeared from his waist and had only changed his vermilion brocade belt to add nobleness. His hands, who were used to holding swords, were hidden in the cloak, with wide shoulders and thin waist, and his figure was upright, which was set against the exquisitely cast black gold crown, which was particularly noble and majestic.

Behind him, Han Qinhu and Cao Dian both changed into soft armor, and each held his sword to follow, highlighting Yang Jian's sharp aura.

Fang Yanqian had already judged Yang Jian's identity from that momentum, but he was not sure. He was confirmed when he saw Li Bing bowing.

On the way here, he had received a message from someone sent by Yang Jian. He knew that this time Yang Jian only brought Yang Xuangan, the general of Zuo Xiaowei, with the rest, and most of the military generals belonging to the Eastern Palace. Yang Xuangan is a veteran who has been famous for many years and is not as good as his age. Li Bing is in the fourth-rank official position led by the Eastern Palace Guard. He would bow respectfully, so naturally Yang Jian was the only one left.

In this remote place, only Yang Jian can have such noble and majestic momentum.

This is the first time Fang Yanqian has seen the emperor who his father often talks to him. His eyes looked at him roughly, and his aura alone was enough to be respectful. He immediately knelt down and saluted with his love, "Mr. Fang Yanqian, take the sister of the son to see the emperor!"

"No gift." Yang Jian raised his hand and gestured, his eyes swept over Fang Yanqian, and then looked at Fang Yiai, very satisfied.

Immediately, his eyes fell on Gala.

Just now when the four of them entered the door, Yang Jian saw them as if they were very familiar. The four of them were chatting, and Gala had a smile on her face. However, she was lame with one foot while walking, and Li Bing held her arm, walking with caution.

Yang Jian was certainly careful, but it was difficult to express it at the moment. Seeing that it was not a big deal, he just suppressed his worries for a while, and then ordered Han Qinhu to ask the Meng brothers and sisters to rest first, wash away the dust on the road, and discuss matters in the evening.

And he was having something to do, and he was going to Zhechong Mansion.

As he walked by, everyone politely gave him a greeting. Han Qinhu immediately asked the Meng brothers and sisters to accompany him to their residence.

When Yang Jian walked to the door, he heard the Meng brothers and sisters say a moment of farewell. In addition to Li Bing's response, Gala also called Brother Meng and Sister Meng and spoke with a smile.

The slightly soft voice penetrated into his ears, slightly shaking Yang Jian's mind, and making him feel a little unhappy.

How many hours did they know each other? They actually called him Brother Meng? They were cousin and Brother Meng. Even Gao Feng could be called to his sister, but the only one was the polite and respectful emperor.

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When Gala returned to her residence, he asked Li Bing to help arrange a guard to wash the pheasant and make it into chicken soup at night.

Because the Meng brother and sister arrived early, Li Bing knew that the two days of rest given by Yang Jian would be in ruins. After sending Gala to his residence, he did not delay any further. He went out and ordered the guards to send the sprained ointment to Gala's residence, so he left first.

Gala finally had time. When the outsider retreated, she took Hua Shang to sit on the couch and removed her shoes and socks.

Xian was good at medical skills and traveled thousands of miles alone in his early years. He often encountered such minor injuries and minor illnesses. He didn't need a doctor to come over. He carefully checked Gala's ankle, and then gently pressed it to ask Gala if it was painful.

Gala initially felt pain when he sprained his ankle. Later, he went to the horse's back and stepped on the stirrup on one foot, which allowed the injured ankle to rest. At this time, the pain had become much lighter. Xian felt relieved a little and said that her sprain was not serious and might not have hurt her muscles too much. She looked for an ice pack and applied it. After applying the ointment, she asked her to rest for half an hour, and then apply a little more.

After several times, after Xian's skillful hands, the ankle pain disappeared in the evening and he could walk down the ground.

But after all, Gala was afraid of the tenderness and was extremely careful when walking.

The pheasants in the kitchen have been washed and peeled. Gala had hardly entered the kitchen before and could not make soup. Fortunately, she had eaten food everywhere and felt that the taste was good, and she would ask how to cook. She has always had a good memory. Although she didn't remember everything when reading the book, she could remember the outline of the veins clearly after reading it two or three times. It was no problem to remember a recipe. Besides, Hua Shang was diligent and had good cooking skills. According to the flavor recipes mentioned by Gala, she quickly understood the meaning.

This manor is for Yang Jian and his guards to temporarily retain their homes, and they are served for more than 200 people. All the kitchen utensils and ingredients are prepared in the kitchen.

Hua Shang himself chopped one of the pheasants, prepared various ingredients, and stewed them into chicken soup.

When Gala returned to cook for people, he was quite excited. When he waited for it, he smelled the fragrance and his index finger was shaking.

Before Yang Jian came back, he must have been busy, so she put some for Xian and tasted it with Hua Shang. The meat soup was delicious and very happy. So she simmered the remaining half and sent it to Yang Jian when he changed the medicine in the evening.

Yang Jian came back very late that night. Gala waited until the end of the Xu hour before waiting for the guards sent by Yang Jian to summon him.

The sky was completely dark outside, and the night sky was pitch black because of the thick clouds covering the moon. After all, the manor was thin. Apart from the row of lanterns hanging under the corridor, there were no other lighting objects. In addition to the guards being busy preparing for war, the servants had limited manpower, and the lanterns were only lit up seven or eight places, only illuminating the area below the corridor.

Gala lived in the courtyard next to Yang Jian. When he went out, he wore a cloak, a hood, and a food box in his hand, covering it tightly.

Xian was worried and asked Hua Shang to carry the lantern in front of him and support Gala, so that he would not have any more accidents.

Therefore, when Gala came, only a faint lantern light illuminated the way ahead.

Yang Jian stood in the house, looking through the gap in the window at the ball of light that was approaching. In the deep night, under the darkness, there was only her figure illuminated by a lantern, hazy and slender, but her posture was not considered graceful. In the face of Gala's injured foot, he dared not step on it, and his feet were lighter and heavier.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and as she watched her approach gradually, she couldn't help but move to the door. When she lifted the curtain, she almost made her feel full of her arms.

Gala looked slightly surprised and looked up and said, "Does Your Highness have something to do to go out?"

Yang Jian said "yes" and said again: "Since you are here, please leave after changing the medicine." He then stared at the food box in Gala's hand.

Galo smiled and handed the food box to Yang Jian, "I went out with my cousin today, hunted a few pheasants, made a soup for your highness to taste, which can replenish blood." After Yang Jian took it, he took off his hood, took off his cloak, put it on the wooden rack next to the door, and walked inward.

Yang Jian was holding the food box in his hand, almost stretched out his left hand to support her. He suddenly became alert, so he stepped inside, put the food box down, turned to her, held her arm, and said, "What's wrong with her feet?"

"I accidentally sprained, but it wasn't a big deal. Your Highness changed the medicine first, or taste chicken soup first?"

"Drink soup." Yang Jian looked at her and smiled, "I haven't tried your skills yet."

"If it is my skill, Your Highness will never want to taste it again. This is made by Hua Shang, and I will help you with it, but it tastes very good. I took a lot of effort to catch it today. I guess it is strong and can replenish people." Garo walked to the table, opened a food box, took out a small bowl of soup spoon from it, and handed it to Yang Jiansheng.

Yang Jian took a bite and praised it.

Gala smiled and held his chin with bare hands. Seeing that he was satisfied, he was naturally happy.

Yang Jian ate half a bowl and said carelessly: "Is it Li Bing who took you there?"

"Well, I originally wanted to ask Sister Yue for help, but my cousin said that he happened to be free, so he didn't bother Sister Yue anymore."

"Where are the brothers and sisters in Fang Yanqian?" Yang Jian asked casually.

Gala then told me about meeting Fang Yiai when he was picking up the injured pheasant, but he was embarrassed to say that he was so shocked that he slipped to the ground and sprained his ankle. He just said that the mountain road was rugged and accidentally stepped on the air. She had never gone to hunt herself before, and this was the first time that the joy under the novelty was beyond words, and even the living creatures he saw in the mountains, he also said with great interest.

Yang Jian looked at her, and his eyebrows gradually smiled. He drank the chicken soup in one breath and ate all the meat inside. He was satisfied and walked to the short couch where he was taking a nap and let Gala sit.

After Gala sat firmly, Yang Jian was not in a hurry to change the dressings, but bent down and stretched out his hand, grabbed Gala's injured foot and placed it on his knee.

Gala was slightly shocked and subconsciously wanted to take it back, but Yang Jian firmly grabbed it and could not move.

The hand was not very strong, perhaps because it was because it was afraid of pinching its ankle, so it only fell on its calf.

This position was too abrupt, and the warmth suddenly surged on Gala's face and said hurriedly: "My grandmother has already taken medicine, it's not a problem."

Yang Jian only glanced at her, holding her calves with his hands, and could still feel the slenderness and softness even through his pantyhose. His Adam's apple moved, his eyes were slightly darker, so he lowered his head to look at her ankles, pressed his fingers gently to test, and said, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Garo immediately replied, feeling his ankle as if it was wrapped in a soldering iron, and wanted to take it back.

"My words are right and wrong." Yang Jian held it firmly and directly poked her excuse. "I dare not step on it when I walk. It is obvious that I have not recovered yet. If I walk like this for two more days, be careful to become a little lame." He spoke with a little teasing, his left arm was still hanging without any chance, but his right hand held her ankle, and used some force to rub it slowly.

He is a martial arts practitioner. When he was young, he climbed walls and trees. Bruises and injuries were common, and he was very experienced in these injuries.

When his fingers touched a few places, he didn't see Gala reacting, and her ankle was not swollen, so he knew that she was not seriously injured. Xian had already taken an ice pack and applied a cream for the sprain. After a few hours, he was no longer afraid of touching it. He slowly kneaded through the silk stockings, and the force was like the most suitable warm water, slowly penetrated into it, rubbing the blood and flesh of the meridians that were slightly stiff due to the cold compress, which was very comfortable.

But Gala had no time to feel the comfort, and blushed, and was at a loss for a moment.

Yang Jian glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and saw her lowered eyes and her face turned slightly red.

The ankles under his hands seemed to become extremely soft, and the strength of his palm remained unchanged, but he had a ridiculous idea in his heart that made him almost want to wander with the flow.

A rumbling sound came from his throat, Yang Jian looked up, his eyes as if there was a flame hidden in Gala's eyes.

The candlelight in the room was dim, but his cold outline was particularly clear. His eyes looked at her like a wolf trying to capture prey, gradually burning hot.

Gala's heartbeat suddenly became rapid, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, as if he could hear it.

The atmosphere was really weird. Gala felt uncomfortable all over when he was seen. He felt that Yang Jian must have not made up his mind at this moment, and he didn't care about being rude. He reached out to spread Yang Jian's hand apart, and then stood beside him, his voice seemed cramped, "Your Highness, it's time to change the medicine."

Her beautiful cheeks flushed, she avoided his gaze, embarrassed and cute.

Yang Jian's lips moved, lowered his head and hid his smile, and said in a low voice: "Change the dressing."

He sat still, his shoulders slightly collapsed, as if he was very tired.

Gala had to help him loose his clothes and take off his outer clothes to his waist. The inner middle clothes were not tightly worn, and it was relieved without much effort. Gala was just seen by him and his face was not red and hot. At this moment, the redness on his face had not subsided. When it touched his warm arm, it felt like it was numb from his fingertips. She tried her best to abandon distracting thoughts and looked at the wound carefully.

When he turned his head a little, he saw Yang Jian staring at her, his eyes were bright and he was getting very close.

This man obviously had no good intentions, but after all, he was implicated and injured by her. Gala was in pain. After thinking about it, he pushed a small round table with a begonia beads next to him, pulled Yang Jian's arm up and put it on it, and then moved an embroidered bench to sit next to him. He immediately smiled at Yang Jian and said, "If your highness is tired, take a look first."

The person who was originally within reach became an arm's distance. Yang Jian was still injured and could not move his left arm, so he could only watch.

I knew in my heart that she was still hesitating, but she didn't respect him as much as before, so she was obviously foolish and had no scruples.

Yang Jian hummed lowly, leaned his head up against the soft pillow, and closed his eyes to rest.

The soft fingertips were dipped in potion to touch them, gradually dispelling the fatigue of the body, making the whole body tight and relieved slightly.
To be continued...