However, this time, it was not the fault of her. Garo struggled to get up from Yang Jian's arms, his face flushed.

"I didn't know that Your Highness would suddenly..."

Suddenly crazy.

Yang Jian immediately suppressed her resistance and gritted his teeth and said, "Who asked you to escape from the capital first is something that makes people frightened."

Is there any relationship between the two?

Gala's mind was as hot as he was. After a moment, he realized what he meant. She escaped from the capital. He was worried day and night, and even in his dream, he was nervous about her fear of running away again, so he had an overly intense reaction.

She is the culprit again.

Her originally hot face became more and more burning because of these words. She met Yang Jian's gaze, her heartbeats faster and faster. She was worried about his wound and said, "Do you want to reband the wound?"

"Bandage is useless, poison damages muscles and bones."

"I'm afraid I'm just raising the arrow and hurt it..."

"Anyway, this arm is regulated by you. When will it be cured and when will it be clear!" Yang Jian gritted his teeth and stared at her, as if there was a surging flame, as if he was about to rush over to swallow her and eat her whenever he had a disagreement.

Since he said this, he probably hadn't pulled the wound just now, and not much blood was seeping out. Galo was so nervous that he was staring at Yang Jian's scorching eyes. Even without human affairs, he could guess that he was about to transform into a ferocious beast at this moment, and his face was hard to fade away. His mind was filled with his hot chest just now, and he could no longer stay there. He picked up the messy medicine box and immediately walked out.

Yang Jian said angrily: "Come back!"

"It's late at night, your highness will take a break soon." Garo didn't dare to go back and cause trouble. He responded in a hurry. He arrived behind the curtain tent and turned around and bowed heavily. He walked quickly as if he was chased by fire.

When she arrived outside the door, the cold night wind blew on her face to extinguish the fire. She took a few steps before she found her calmness a little.

The chest still thundered, and Gala did not dare to stay any longer and hurried back to the house.

The next morning, Gala woke up very early.

The winter night is long, and it is already three o'clock in the morning, and the sky is still dark.

Gala lay on the couch, recalling what happened last night, and was worried that Yang Jian was injured and could not sleep, so he simply sat up wearing clothes. It was not until dawn that he heard the guards coming to summon him, saying that Yang Jian had used up his meal and asked her to take care of the wound.

It was cloudy and the wind blew over and drilled into my neck like a knife.

Gala arrived at Yang Jian's residence, and Yang Jian had already taken off his clothes and waited.

Neither of them mentioned what happened last night. Yang Jian held a book in his right hand and read it very seriously.

Gala carefully took apart the yarn. Fortunately, the forceful pull last night did not tear the wound into his eyes, but only some blood was oozing out. She looked at it and was worried that Yang Jian would be dragged back by the wound in the war. So she used the massage technique she learned from Xian last night.

The hands were soft and clever. Although they didn't have much strength, they held the acupoint meridians, making people feel very comfortable.

Yang Jian was surprised and looked at Gala and said, "Is it new to learn last night?"

"I'm afraid that the injury will be delayed and will cause your highness to fight." Garo asked again worriedly, "I can help Your Highness change the medicine, but I'm not as good as a doctor who specializes in meridians. Your Highness might as well send someone to take care of him. Perhaps he will be cured faster."

Yang Jian put down the book and said, "The doctor said that poisoning can penetrate the texture, so it's impossible to be anxious."

Galo looked at the weak and drooping arm and sighed.

"But the chicken soup last night was good." Yang Jian couldn't bear to see her being too worried and lost, and his tone rose slightly.

Gala immediately said, "I hunted a lot yesterday, and I do it for Your Highness every day."

"Okay, I'll try to come back early tonight." Yang Jian was satisfied. Seeing that she had bandaged her clothes, he put on his clothes and stood up and left.

When he left, Gala pestered Xian again and wanted to learn more about the pressing techniques.

Xian lived here with her. Although she had nothing to do, she saw the movements of Gala. While patiently teaching her techniques, she also cared for her: "Is the emperor's injury very serious?"

"It is said that poison is penetrated into the texture, so you can't use force to avoid aggravating the injury." Galo followed Xian's instructions and slowly kneaded Xian's arms. After a moment of silence, he couldn't stand thinking about it for a long time, and he was ready to move, and said, "Grandma, you have seen more people and things than me. Is the emperor... very good to me?"

Xian smiled, "He is very nice to you, what about you?"

"I..." Garo hesitated and whispered: "Maybe I like him very much."

This answer was expected by Xian.

As an old fox who has been a half-life, how could Garo escape her eyes if she pays attention? When she meets her day and night, Garo's thoughts are not very obvious. After this trouble, it is like throwing a huge rock into the lake. The tumbling waves make the hidden things below gradually surface. She is often confused. She is very different from her usual concerns. When she gets along with Yang Jian, she is as tacit understanding as if no one else and the joy that cannot be hidden, and her concern for Yang Jian, and even Garo can't sleep well for a while. When Xian looked at her in the middle of the night, she heard the sobs in her dream.

That was something she had never seen before when she got along with Li Bing and Yao Qian in the past.

She was worried about gains and losses, and her worries were overwhelmed. She didn't like Yang Jian very much. She clearly liked Yang Jian very much!

Xian smiled kindly, but didn't point it out, just asked, "Then how much do you think your Highness likes you?"

"I used to think it was five points, but now I think it should be eight points."

"oh?"

Garo then said that Yang Jian had nervously grabbed her in his dream last night, with a smile hidden in his eyes, and a little shy, saying, "Actually, although Your Highness treated me well, I couldn't tell him what he thought. Now I know that I had underestimated him before."

He underestimated Yang Jian’s feelings for her and also underestimated the impact on him when she left.

Yang Jian was cold and hard-working and rarely expressed his emotions. The time when he had almost never spoken in Longyou did not count. Since returning to Beijing, although Yang Jian's temper has become much more friendly, the habits he developed over the years have not changed much. He did many things silently, but he never expressed any words, such as sending her to Yingzuo's hands and secretly saving her, such as trying to rescue her from Shiyangcheng.

He only said what he wanted to her on the night he read Liuying. For the rest of the time, he could only rely on her to think about it himself.

That night, she said that her heart belonged to her, but Yang Jian didn't say much.

Later in the Nanxun Palace, Gala said he had no intention of him. Although he was angry, he suddenly kissed and decided that she was insincere and gave up.

Gala thought that Yang Jian liked her, but she was not as strong as her. At that time, she didn't know how much she could like Yang Jian, so under the pressure of the emperor's authority, she chose to escape and stay away from all kinds of concerns.

Until last night, although I was embarrassed and fled, I thought about it before going to bed, but the more I thought about it, the softer I felt.

She had no idea that her departure would affect Yang Jian to that point and was afraid that she would leave and pull it back violently. It was a subconscious reaction and could not even hide it. It was even more real and profound than his passionate kiss in the dark night.

She actually never dared to ask Han Qinhu what Yang Jian reacted when she left the Eastern Palace.

But now there seems to be no need to ask.

"Maybe..." Although Gala was hesitant, his tone was quite certain, "I should go back to the Eastern Palace with him and face the challenge."

When Yang Jian came back at the time of Xu, he immediately summoned Gala to change the medicine.

Gala was very dedicated to taking care of the wound. The pheasant soup was made more meticulously, which made Yang Jian very satisfied and ate it like a wind and cloud. After changing the medicine for the wound, he was also very excited to ask Han Qinhu to bring in the court documents he had accumulated for several days and sit in front of the desk to read them one by one.

Because the left arm was inconvenient, Yang Jian also asked Gala to help, serve tea and water, and grind ink and cut lamps.

Gala followed suit very obediently. He heard Yang Jian talk about the capital. He chatted for a while. While learning new skills from Xian, he also specially pinched Yang Jian's shoulders for a while. It was the compensation that implicated his left arm last night.

Yang Jian felt unchanged and stopped when he saw it, and told her to go back and rest earlier. He only went to bed when he saw it midnight.

After several days of planning, everyone who should arrive is now all. The next morning, they summoned everyone and assigned tasks.

Yang Xuangan's Zuo Xiao Guard General earned his real skills and went to the battlefield. He also worked in the Zhechong Mansion for many years. Yang Jian then arranged for him to lead the way. He took the two generals of the Central Army, held the military talismans given by Emperor Wuyuan before leaving, stared at Li Bing's movements, and waited for an opportunity to dispatch troops to rescue him from the side. Li Bing and Cao Dian each led fifty guards to stand by. The remaining Han Qinhu, Liu Zheng and the Meng brothers and sisters, together with Han Lin, the chief lieutenant of Zhelin Zhechong Mansion, followed him to Xiaoxiangling to defend.

After the assignment was completed, Yang Xuangan left on order. Yang Jian then asked Cao Dian, "Has Yuan Yan been asked?"

Cao Dian said, "I still refuse to ask, but as His Highness ordered, he did not use torture. He just hungry and did not ask to sleep. He asked someone to persuade him, so he could hardly hold on."

"Where is the person, found?"

"I found a boy in his teenage years old. His voice was exactly the same as that of Yuan Yan's son. He brought him overnight last night."

"Go and go and have a look!"

Yang Jian stood up and took Han Qinhu, Cao Dian, Li Bing and others to go to the quiet room used by Yuan Yan.

Since he captured Yuan Yan, Yang Jian ordered someone to cut off his diet and give him some thin porridge to his life every day. When he rushed to Xi County, Yuan Yan was knocked out to avoid accidents. It was not until Yang Xuangan brought people to rescue him and entered the Zhelin realm that Yang Jian felt relieved and did not let him go to bed again.

At this point, three days and two nights passed, Yuan Yan's belly was empty, his head was heavy, and his situation was very depressed.

The other position of the Governor's Office is highly powerful, and his power in the Suizhou area is second only to Li Bing. Even the governor Li Fenglin will try his best not to confront these fierce figures with military power. Yuan Yan was used to being rampant, with a full face full of flesh, usually silk, silk, satin, gold, jade, jewelry, and beautiful wine. He lived a more luxurious and generous life than the Dukes and Mausoleums in the capital.

At this moment, he only had a thin cloth cloak left on his body. Apart from covering his body, it was of little use in this cold winter.

His hands and feet were tied up in shackles, and a hundred pounds of things were dragged by his side, and he was no longer as majestic as ever.

Yang Jian's expression was cold, holding the pitch-black iron fan in his hand, his face condensed as if it were the King of Hell. From the stubborn boy in the royal palace to the prince who was cold and li with his wings in Longyou, his former stubbornness and rebelliousness had been restrained. In front of outsiders, he always looked fierce, especially for a ruthless character like Yuan Yan, who had to be shocked with momentum.

There were no torture instruments next to the quiet room, only two rows of blood-stained steel needles were spread in front of Yuan Yan.

But that's not for Yuan Yan.

People like Monoyan have almost useless ordinary whipping and torture. If they are overused, they may even provoke bloody resistance, which is even more difficult.

Yang Jian had already thought of other ways since the beginning.

He looked Yuan Yan with a high apex for a moment, his cold eyebrows and eyes were like swords in the snow and ice, and his voice was indifferent, "I haven't thought it through yet?"

"I won't betray the governor." Yuan Yan was sleepy and hungry, his originally strong body was invaded by the cold, and he was even more tired and powerless. The string in his heart was still tense. Even though he was bewitched by Cao Dian for a lot of time, he was on the verge of collapse, and he still clenched his teeth and did not let go.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, but just looked at him coldly.

"Li Bing will work hard to save you, I know. But whether he can save you is another matter." Yang Jian turned around and sat upright in the square chair in front of Yuan Yan. "General Xu was born as a soldier. He has been struggling for decades, not afraid of torture, and is loyal. I can find out these things clearly. But even if you are a body of iron, I don't know if the daughters of the Zun Mansion are so hard."

Yuan Yan's expression changed slightly, but he immediately sneered.

He struggled out of the dead and made up his mind when he followed Li Bing, and he must have fun for the rest of his life. He had seventeen beautiful concubines and concubines in the mansion of Suicheng, each with his children. With more women and children, he became a toy.

Not to mention that those people are protected by Li Bing, Yang Jian cannot catch them easily. Even if they catch them, he may not take them much.

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged, and he only said indifferently, "Han Qinhu."

Han Qinhu was immediately ordered to step forward, "Yesterday, Your Highness arranged for people to go to Danshan. Danshan has Yunxi Town, five miles away from the town, and an extravagant and expensive garden called Tongwanyuan, with golden houses and silver walls, and a strong slave. I wonder if General Xu has heard of it?"

He paused, and saw Yuan Yan suddenly raised his head, his eyes stern.
To be continued...