Yang Jian sneered and lent ten more to Han Qinhu.

Han Qinhu understood, picked up the steel nail in his hand, took out one of the mottled blood, gestured into the gaps of his fingers, and then pulled a sinister smile at Yuan Yan. Then, without hesitation, he turned around and left the door. Soon, he heard the child's sorrowful begging, and gradually moved away, as if he was being taken elsewhere.

Yuan Yanxu and Wushe's scheming were completely crushed by the crying sounds.

He lay on the ground and said repeatedly: "I said! I said! Please stop him!"

"General Xu didn't speak, how can I stop him?" Yang Jian played with the iron fan without any intention of stopping him.

Yuan Yan dared not delay it. Under the torture of mental and physical fatigue, he seemed to be able to hear his son crying violently when he was tortured, and immediately confessed what Cao Dian had asked about before.

Yang Jian felt a little satisfied and asked the guards to stop him, then asked Cao Dian and Li Bing to stare at this place and leave.

Back at the residence that night, Gala's hot chicken soup was ready.

Yang Jian was satisfied and grabbed the foot on his knee before Gala helped her change the medicine.

Gala was stunned and wanted to retreat, "The foot injury is no longer hindered, Your Highness should change the medicine quickly." However, Yang Jian held it tightly. She tried a long time to take it back, so she had to accept her fate and give up struggling temporarily.

Yang Jian then spoke, "If you don't need to take care of your sprain, it will be very easy to sprain again in the future. You will set off to Xiaoxiangling tomorrow. It is difficult to walk on the mountain road. If you sprain your foot, you will be dragging your legs."

Gala had heard from Xian's words, so he was quite cautious when walking these two days.

Yang Jian stopped talking, held his ankles in his hand and kneaded them slowly.

Compared to the last time when he rubbed it like rinsing warm water, his strength was a little heavier this time, but it didn't make people feel uncomfortable.

Gala sat bent his knees on the edge of the couch, his skirt covered his calves, his beaded shoes were placed on his knees, and his hands secretly grabbed the sleeves. Slowly, Yang Jian's strength changed, and the hand even wandered unconsciously toward the abdomen of his legs, not like massage, but more like... the breathing of the person beside him became unconsciously aggravated, echoing the slight and heavy force under his hands.

Gala suddenly noticed something strange, and when he looked up, he met Yang Jian's deep gaze.

She suddenly woke up and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Your Highness, it's time to change the medicine!"

As he said that, he wanted to break Yang Jian's hand holding her ankle. Yang Jian deliberately refused to let go, only staring at her with a burning look.

Her face turned red for some reason, and there was panic in her eyes and even more embarrassment.

Yang Jian seemed to be able to see through her intentions, and his broad chest suddenly approached and whispered: "It's very comfortable, right?"

Gala's ears were burning in an instant, and he couldn't beat his hand, so he could only pull his legs back. Seeing that Yang Jian was still unwilling to let go, he leaned back and supported the edge of the bed, giving enough strength to retract his legs.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian suddenly let go at this moment.

Gala used too much force, and in panic, his strength lost control, and his whole body fell back on the couch.

A thick and soft brocade mattress was laid on the short couch, and there were two soft pillows placing it. Gala's head touched the soft pillow and he hurriedly wanted to get up.

Yang Jian had already leaned over and pressed over, his left arm was weak, and only his right arm was supported by her side, trapping Gala in the couch.

He pressed very lowly, because he had only one arm to support him, and almost his whole body was pressing on Gala. Only a gap was left in his chest. There was a flame in his deep eyes. He stared at Gala, and his hot breath fell on Gala's face. In those eyes, there was a strange feeling surging. Gala's eyes were facing him, and his heartbeat became more and more chaotic.

Her face was hot, her arms seemed to have lost strength, and she couldn't retreat, and she was panicked.

Yang Jian's Adam's apple moved again, and a gurgled sound, and it fell clearly into Gala's ears at a distance.

She was at a loss, and Qiqiai Ai Ai looked at her, and reminded her: "Your Highness, it's time to change the dressing."

As he said that, he tried to push his chest, which was useless.

Yang Jian pressed closer, and suddenly held it in the soft earlobe that Gala took the initiative to hand over, and tasted it between his lips and tongue. The earlobe seemed to touch the scald water, and a numb trembling thrilled all over his body. Gala's mind was at a loss for a moment, and he heard him murmuring "Gala" in his ears, and his hot breath blew into his ears.

It seemed that his whole body was so much that he forgot to resist. Yang Jian became more and more arrogant, sucking and licking with his earlobe in his mouth.

Gala was trembling in his heart, trying to push him away, but he didn't dare to touch his left arm. When he touched his chest, he seemed to have hit a wall of iron.

Yang Jian pressed her tighter, and her lips wandered along her cheeks, leaving a hot breath, and finally touched her lips.

"Gala" he called her again, his voice was low and hoarse, "Can you still leave?"

While speaking, he licked Gala's lips and stared at her with a deep tide.

Gala only felt like there was a fire in his chest, and his lips were dry. When he licked it, it was clearly warm.

The whole person was shrouded in his breath. His legs were trapped at some point in the injured foot. His body had no support and was only pressed heavily on her. The strange panic made Gala breathing seem to be difficult. His eyes were grabbed by him. In addition to the undercurrents, there was also her reflection, which made her unable to escape and her mind became chaotic.

What was he talking about? Gala thought in a daze.

His lips moved to speak, but Yang Jian suddenly leaned over and held his tender red and soft lips.

The desire that had been accumulated for a long time burst out, and she didn't say she wanted to leave, that was to decide to stay!

The lips touched each other, and the surging flames in the blood quickly burned all over his body. Yang Jian held her head with his right hand, trapped Gala in a soft pillow, kissed and grabbed it freely, punished it deliberately without any mercy. With the cramped, thick and soft couch, Gala fell into his body and had nowhere to escape. There was still a strange feeling when he was just kneading his ankle, mixed with Yang Jian's sudden kiss, so he had no time to think about anything else.

He kissed very hard, as if he wanted to swallow her whole body, his body closer, his lips and tongue attacked him freely, snatching Gala's breath inch by inch.

The already soft body became weaker because of his kiss.

Gala seemed to be able to feel his emotions, the anger and longing that had been accumulated for a long time, heartache and reluctance, all of which were transformed between her lips and teeth. She was unable to escape and could only bear it. A heat flow seemed to surge in her heart, like warm spring water, gradually gushing out of the corners of her eyes.

Why is she willing to leave?

How could he be willing to see him alone and bear the burden and move forward alone?

All the defense lines burst, and Galatan's tongue moved slightly, as if in response. The warmth from the corners of her eyes was gushing out, which was the emotions she had accumulated for dozens of days and had never mentioned to anyone.

If you are cruelly separated, you will never see your life. How can she give up? How can she give up easily? The man in front of her once protected her in her arms and escaped from the enemy's siege. She once gave in step by step and made every effort to do everything. She once took her to the East Palace and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. She once stood in front of the Nanxun Palace and watched her tease Abai, and her eyes were full of gentleness.

Those memories and feelings are deeply engraved in my mind, and even if I try my best to forget them, they are still difficult to erase.

Now that he is hooked, it is like a flood coming out of the gate, turning into warm tears without restraint.

Yang Jian seemed to notice something strange, and his movements were slightly paused. When he opened his eyes, he closed his eyes, slightly red, and suppressed the dark tide.

Gala's starry eyes were half open, and when he saw his eyes, they were a little damp. It was something she had never seen in this majestic and cold man since we met.

I suddenly felt pain in my heart, and the things I had been hesitating about suddenly had a clear answer.

Gala raised his arm, wrapped himself around Yang Jian's neck, and closed his eyes and touched his lips.

Warm tears rolled from the corners of the eyes and penetrated into the soft pillow.

Yang Jian noticed the hot flashes falling on his hands, and his palms felt soothed, and slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. However, he kissed her again, without any scruples, easily prying open his teeth, conquering the city and grabbing them urgently.

I don't know when my left arm swam to her waist and hugged her tightly in my arms.

Not only did he want to protect her under his wings, he also wanted to rub her into his body and not separate.

The two people who were kissing and entangled were interrupted by the urgent sound of the door being pressed outside.

The voice didn't exert much force at first, just slashed and snatched it a few times, but it didn't reach Yang Jian's ears. The longing that had been accumulated for a long time, the fragrant soft tongue that had savored countless times, and the blood all over his body was almost boiling. He hugged Gala tightly, crushed and grabbed it, and at some point his fingers had already pulled away half of her clothes.

After a while, the knock on the door rang again, much heavier than the previous time.

Damn it! Yang Jian was angry and kissed Gala hard and decided to ignore it.

However, afterwards, Han Qinhu's voice sounded, and through the doors and windows, he could feel the uneasiness. "Report to your highness, Yuan Yan revealed something, and it is very urgent. You need to decide. Please forgive me."

Hateful! It's really hateful! Yang Jian was interrupted with anger. For the first time in his life, he hated Han Qinhu's ghost to keep going.

The lips and teeth were slightly separated. During the rapid breathing, there was blood in Yang Jian's eyes, and he still held Gala's lips with unfulfilled feelings.

The knock on the door sounded again.

Yang Jian was angry and picked up something beside his pillow. He angrily smashed at the door and said sternly: "Wait!"

However, no matter how angry Yang Jian knew that Han Qinhu had always been sensible in his actions. Since he would slam the door repeatedly and repeatedly in the middle of the night, he would definitely be an urgent matter.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Gala under him, his eyes were blurred and he was breathing slightly.

Yang Jian couldn't help but kissed her eyes again, and his voice became hoarse, "Wait until I'm back." He stroked her face and breathed again. When Han Qinhu's knocking on the door sounded again, he sat up straight, pulled the brocade quilt on the couch to cover Gala, took the cloak and put it on, strode out, and closed the door with his backhand.

Outside the door, Han Qinhu bowed his power, which was unprecedented.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Yang Jian. The man's face was very strange, his eyes seemed to be murderous, but his expression was softer that Han Qinhu had never seen before. Before knocking on the door, he had already asked the guards on duty outside, and knew that Gala was changing the medicine for Yang Jian inside, and was both a man, and he knew Yang Jian's nature. When he knocked on the door twice without answering, Han Qinhu vaguely guessed something.

However, Han Qinhu did not dare to delay the matter of 100,000, and could only report it with a tough bullet and knock on the door again.

Responding to him was the dull sound of Yang Jian smashing at the door.

Han Qinhu knew that Yang Jian was very angry. He was almost sure why Yang Jian was angry, so he had to report, "Your Highness, Yuan Yan said that there were chess pieces that Li Bing was ambushing around him, and he was a military officer of Zhechong Mansion. The war was imminent, and Han Duwei was already making arrangements. He was afraid that the news would be leaked and the change would be caused by another change, so he hurried to report. Disturb Your Highness's rest and ask the palace to surrender."

His posture was never respectful, full of anxiety, and was all expressed in his tone.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, without even looking at Han Qinhu, and walked out quickly.

Han Lin, the commander of Zhelin Zhechong Prefecture, was a brave general. Although his talents and abilities were not as good as Meng Xu, he was also a rare general. Because he was disagreeing with Li Bing in his early years, he was suppressed by Li Bing in these years. It was difficult for him to move forward even if he guarded Zhelin Prefecture. In more than 20 Zhechong Prefectures in Suizhou, there were two or three thousand soldiers, only more than one thousand young masters and only one thousand soldiers in Zhelin, which shows that his power was weak.

In order to oppress Han Lin, Li Bing also placed two thorny commanders Guoyi next to him, making Han Lin very difficult.

However, although the local Zhechong Prefecture belongs to the general commander of the Twelve Guards, it is still under the control of Li Bing. In addition, Emperor Wuyuan was in power at that time, and the Twelve Guards were willing to sell their face to Li Bing. Even if Han Lin wanted to be transferred elsewhere, he was powerless. He also had a lot of ambitions and refused to give up his future easily because of villains, so he gritted his teeth and endured it until now.

The reason why Yang Jian chose Zhelin was not only because of the advantage of the terrain, but also because of Han Lin's talent and temperament.

Before coming to Suizhou, Yang Jian had arranged for Li Bing to secretly investigate. After arriving in Suizhou, he quickly sent people to Zhelin to remove all the hands of the two Guoyi Commander and Li Bing.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the chess pieces found by Han Lin and Li Bing, Li Bing actually installed people beside Han Lin?

As fierce battle approaches, the more than a thousand soldiers and horses of Zhelin Zhechong Mansion are Yang Jian's close defense line, so of course there can be no more variables.

Yang Jian knew the importance, so he did not criticize Han Qinhu, but he was frustrated and said nothing, so he ordered Li Bing and Cao Dian to accompany him and rushed towards Han Lin overnight.

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It took him a long time to calm down his emotions, lift the brocade quilt, and slowly sit up.
To be continued...