It seemed that his body was still hot and his body was still raising his body temperature, and even his legs seemed to be bumped by a hot and hard object, which felt very strange. His lips were slightly hurt, because Yang Jian kissed him too hard, and even his head was messy. After tossing and turning, he was just confused and fascinated. It took him a long time to figure it out.

Her face burned again, and she didn't even understand why things turned out like this.

It was obviously just her order to change the medicine, but...

My heart was in a state of confusion, and my chest was still pounding, but it seemed as if joy was spreading.

He hugged her very tightly, and it was heartbreaking to think back.

A vague doubt slipped through my mind but couldn't catch it. Garo simply stopped thinking about it, got up and tidied up his clothes. But the bun was rubbed in a mess in the soft pillow, and it took a long time to clean it up.

Of course, she couldn't wait for Yang Jian to come back. Seeing that the medicine box was still thrown there alone, she picked it up and walked to the table, poured hot tea and drank three cups. When the redness on her face subsided and the thunder in her chest was flattened, she packed the food box, put on a cloak by the door, and left.

When she returned to her residence, Xian had already stopped because she was not very happy.

Gala was in a state of confusion and had no nerve to tell Hua Shang for the time being that he would just take a shower and take a break as usual.

I couldn't sleep all night. When I got up the next morning, there was a thin layer of snow falling outside, and the wind was very cold.

I asked the maid in the yard and said that Yang Jian had not returned overnight last night. Gala no longer thought about changing the medicine for Yang Jian. She used breakfast as usual. It was cold outside and the fire brazier inside the house was hot. Gala only picked the door curtain and looked at the snow scene, then retracted back into the house. She sat next to the brazier with Xian, slowly peeling oranges and eating the clothes. She was also thinking about making chicken soup. Because she lacked a few ingredients and medicinal materials, she bought it nearby.

The orange juice is sweet, red and yellow smooth skin is thrown into the brazier, and the charcoal smell is scented throughout the room.

Xian asked about Yang Jian's injury, and Gala told the truth.

Regarding the increasingly tense atmosphere in Suizhou, Gala took the opportunity to say: "My grandmother said before that she could try to promote the alliance between the Great Sui and Southern Chen. Is this true?"

Xian raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at her, and nodded, "Take it serious."

Galo asked, "Will you be willing to, King Nanchen, and the grandfather of Nanchen?"

"If the Supreme Emperor and Your Highness were sincere, they might not refuse. Why would you be afraid of your Highness suffering?"

Gala pursed her lips and smiled, handed half of the peeled orange to Xian, and carefully talked about the situation of Yang Jian and his son. Then, using this Suizhou incident as evidence, saying that Yang Jian went deep into the tiger's den alone with His Highness, which must be a helpless choice under the pressure of the situation. Since the Long Life Lock has been entrusted to him, Gala naturally hopes that Yang Jian can ascend to the throne safely. In addition to hidden dangers everywhere, the wealth that has been hidden for a hundred years will be restored to the light of heaven.

Her reason was quite high-sounding, but her worries about Yang Jian were obvious.

Xian said: "Actually, when I sent a letter to him, I also asked about this meaning. However, after all, it is of great importance. He is also in the position of prime minister, and he is vague. According to my speculation, he should have such intentions, just because the situation is not clear, and the Supreme Emperor and His Highness have not moved, he will not easily express his attitude. If His Highness intends to personally study the book for him, send envoys to lobby the King of Southern Chen, and Ronglou will help both public and private."

Of course, Gala understood this truth, but she had never seen Ronglou and felt somewhat curious.

"That grandfather, is he treating his mother well?"

"I am so flattered and loved very much." Xian sighed, "It was because of me that he left that year and still cared about Nanfeng. Miss Yue brought back the news that Nanfeng died at Yingzuo's hands, which made your father determined to take revenge. Although Ronglou had remarried a few years ago, he had no children. If he knew about this, he would definitely hate Yingzuo deeply. This is for personal gain. For public purposes, there is no need for me to say more. By the way, your father has no news yet?"

Gala shook his head.

Previously, Yang Jian said that he was injured in the stabbing Ying Zuo and arranged for him to go back to Huyang Pass to recuperate. It has been two months since then. Although Gala was worried, but after a few days of reunion, Yang Jian was so busy that he looked like a top. Gala did not dare to ask too much. Thinking that since there was no news, his father should be unhindered, he waited patiently.

At this moment, when Xian mentioned it, he suddenly remembered himself.

After eating the oranges, I put on a cloak and went to find my love in the house.

...

The houses in the manor are limited, and the Meng brothers and sisters come from afar, and their residence is not far from Gala.

When Gala passed by, Fang Yiai was sitting in the room, wiping a mulberry bow.
Chapter completed!