Rubbing his temples to dispel the trivial matters in the court, he was blown by the cold night wind and his body was full of fatigue.

Yang Jian walked to the front of the house and saw that the doors and windows next door were pitch black. It was obvious that Gala had fallen asleep.

I wanted to rest, but something was holding my feet, and I couldn't help but move towards the Galla gate.

Gala slept until midnight, and in the hazy state, she seemed to hear the sash slight sound. Even though she was lying on the couch, she turned over and tossed for a long time before falling asleep. She was not sleeping soundly now and couldn't help but wake up when she heard the sound.

As the moon approaches, the toad palace outside is bright, and the silver-white moonlight spreads all over the ground.

She lives in a small side room, washes the inner room and sleeps in the outer room. She can see the movements at the door through the hanging curtains.

At this moment, with the slanted light of the window, she seemed to see someone closing the door, her back was not clearly seen through the curtain tent, tall and straight, vaguely like Yang Jian's outline.

Gala's sleepiness suddenly scattered in his mind. He looked at it carefully and gradually realized that it was him, and he immediately became suspicious.

Because the defense in the Bailu Pavilion is tight, the Zijing Pavilion is even more iron-clad. Every night before going to bed, after the servants in the museum retreated, Gala would insert the door lock at will and fall asleep peacefully. She also got the door lock tonight. If Yang Jian came in, he must have picked the lock secretly. It was just midnight. What was he going to do?

Gala's heart thumped, covering the brocade quilt tighter, and closing his eyes to pretend to be asleep.

Yang Jian gradually approached, lifted up the gauze curtain, and reached the near bed.

He seemed to hesitate, and after entering the house, he deliberately took a lighter pace. At first, he walked quickly. After entering the gauze tent, he seemed to be wandering around and there was no movement for a while.

Gala was very curious, but he didn't dare to open his eyes to see, and just fell asleep, pricking his ears and listening to the movements.

Yang Jian's lips moved unconsciously.

After practicing martial arts for more than ten years, he has excellent ears. After calming down and listening to Garona's breathing, he knows that she is pretending to be asleep.

The moonlight was like a leak, passing through the window, illuminating the ground like white frost. It fell on the quilt through the gauze tent, but it became soft and delicate. She wrapped the quilt like a silkworm pupa, and the red quilt was embroidered with gold threads, tightly attached to her jaw, reflecting like a cherry lips. The beautiful eyes were closed, showing a very beautiful arc between the beautiful eyebrows and delicate faces, and the eyelashes were trembling gently like satin feather fan.

Yang Jian stood still and deliberately increased his breathing. He saw her eyelashes trembling even harder and her chest was slightly undulating.

After a while, Gala seemed to be unable to pretend to be asleep anymore, so he opened his eyes and looked here.

Yang Jian smiled on his lips, stood in front of the gauze tent with his hands behind his back, and a round-collared robe in the ink green collar added to gentleness under the moonlight.

She saw that he was intentional, sneered, pulled the quilt tighter, and said, "What are your highness here to do?" She woke up from sleep because she was lazy after all, and the sound was soft and soft, with a glutinous smell.

Yang Jian then walked to her bed and said, "Let me see you."

"Have you seen enough?"

"No."

"Then look at half a stick of incense, your highness will go to rest earlier. You will have to hurry tomorrow." Gala could only stick out his head and smiled. His eyes seemed to be filled with moonlight, and he looked brightly like the stars under the sky at sunny night. His hair was scattered by the pillow, without the embellishment of pearl hairpins and gold jade, and he was only lazily spread out, surrounding his beautiful face, like a fairy in the dark night.

Yang Jian looked at her and said slowly: "Half a stick of incense is not enough."

Sitting next to the couch, leaning over to kiss Gala's eyes. When her skin touched, her cheeks were warm and soft, and she easily hooked her desire. Yang Jian bent his elbows on the couch, and before he could wait for Gala to speak, he held her lips. His breathing was intertwined, and the panic flashing through her eyes was clear and clear, with lazy eyebrows and charming.

Yang Jian's throat tightened suddenly and his eyes became deeper.

Since returning to Sui City, there are many trivial matters, and Dugu Shan is separated by it. It is difficult to meet sooner or later. Yang Jian has never been close to her again. At this moment, the night is late, and evil thoughts are ready to move. The beauty is already under her, and she can't help but pry her lips and teeth.

Gala quickly turned his head and avoided it, like a deer who was frightened after being frightened.

Yang Jian seemed to laugh muffled and rose up to chase. Seeing that the tilt was useless, Gala hurriedly moved to the side. Yang Jian chased her hard, but in a moment, she squeezed Gala in the corner of the bed. She raised her head slightly, her hair was scattered on her shoulders, and the wrapped brocade quilt had been exposed at some point.

Yang Jian took the opportunity to lower his head, buried his head in her shoulder, avoiding her half-open bedcloth, and holding her fragrant and soft skin.

There was a faint fragrance in her neck. Perhaps it was Yuelin's fragrance that soaked her skin for a long time. It was soft and confusing, and it added a more charming and light fragrance than the tenderest tofu. If the neck was like this, wouldn't it be more attractive elsewhere? Yang Jian's Adam's apple rolled, and his arms trapped Garo under her body, his eyes fell on her cheeks, and what appeared in his mind was the delicate figure under the brocade quilt. The soft jade and warm body, embraced in his arms and cherished it, should be the most important taste in the world.

Yang Jian originally wanted to tease her, but instead stirred up internal anger.

He stared at Gala with bright eyes.

The moon was silent, and in the cramped corners, his hot breath fell on his face, causing Gala's heat to simmer.

The remaining hazy sleepiness completely disappeared. She watched Yang Jian's chest getting closer and closer, and his breath was everywhere. The chest was pounding, and she could not retreat. She noticed that Yang Jian's hand seemed to be fumbled into the quilt, and hurriedly reached out to press it, as if holding a soldering iron.

Her mind was messy, and she felt bad intuition, and suddenly she was blessed to her heart and whispered: "Your Highness, I can't get cold."

"Hmm?" Yang Jian touched the tip of her nose.

Gala hesitated and whispered: "You must not suffer from cold when you have menstruation." As he said that, he lowered his head to avoid his gaze.

This statement was indeed very effective. After Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, the heat in his eyes gradually faded.

Immediately, he knelt on one knee on the couch, and with Jin Quilt, he held Gala in his arms and said in a muffled voice: "I don't plan to do anything to you."

This was obviously a lie. Galo didn't pursue it, so he let him hold it. After thinking for a while, he said, "What about your highness waiting for me outside the tent?"

Yang Jian's beautiful mood had not yet been cured. He looked at her for a moment, and as expected, he walked out as he said, standing by the window, with his back to her.

Garo sat up with the brocade quilt, poked out half of her body, and took the clothes on the low table beside her. At this moment, she could not take off her bedding, so she had to wrap her spacious bedding tightly, put her middle clothes outside, and then put on her outer clothes.

A sound of silence came from the bed tent. Yang Jian held back and didn't look back. It took him a long time to hear Gala say, "Okay."

He turned around and saw Galu sitting cross-legged on the couch, dressed in tightly and with a black hair shawl.

"We sit and talk, okay?" she said.

...

On one side, there was a short couch and a brocade quilt. Yang Jian sat and talked to Gala.

The interesting news in my memory and the old things about Longyou were spoken by Gala leaning against Yang Jian’s shoulder, as if he was whispering. When talking about the customs and customs of Lianxi, Yang Jian asked from time to time, and if he was aware of it, he would also say some interesting things to her. When talking about Longyou, in addition to the local folk customs, when talking about the Gao family occasionally, although Yang Jian did not respond much, he no longer looked calm when he was raised.

Gala felt comforted, wrapped his arms around his waist, and listened to his calm and steady heartbeat, and gradually fell asleep.

It was already deep in the night, and the wind was blowing from outside, and occasionally rubbing through the small window.

Yang Jian hugged Gala horizontally, asked her to lie flat on the couch, cover her with a quilt, then lay on her side, looking at her silently.

Although she had sent someone to investigate Gala's life experience before, she was just outlining her experience and didn't know what she thought. The only time she heard her talk about the past was when she was in the villa in Beijing. A few plates of home-cooked side dishes touched her, talking about her past in Lianxi. That was the first time Yang Jian had touched her before going to Longyou. It was beautiful and fascinating.

Now, it is even more heartbreaking to hear her explain it in detail.

The pearl held by my parents in my palm is arrogant and noble. How many tempers do I have to go through to calm down and protect myself in a dangerous situation. I plan to go to Beiliang alone in Yunzhongcheng, and hide the past in my heart. The waves are not shocked, and my eyes are as bright as spring?

Yang Jian stroked her hair and kissed her lips gently when his heart surged.

Gala seemed to have noticed something in his dream, and his lips moved, turned over and leaned towards Yang Jian, followed the warmth, and entered Yang Jian's arms, sighed with satisfaction.

...

Xiangmeng was in a deep state and warm body. Galo was holding Yang Jian's waist and slept all night until Yang Jian gently took off her arm before he opened his eyes hazy.

As soon as the sky was dawn, the footsteps of the entire team of guards seemed to be heard in the courtyard.

Gala was sleeping in a daze until Yang Jian was bedding and turned around to cover her with a blanket, then said, "Where is Your Highness going?"

"It's still early, so sleep a little longer." Yang Jian answered the question that he was irrelevant, straightening his head and putting on his black gold crown and dressing his clothes.

Gala looked at him in a daze for a moment, and suddenly realized that Yang Jian was going to set off for a trip back to Beijing. He wanted to turn over and get up to see him off, but Yang Jian pressed him on the couch and fell into a thick soft quilt.

"It's cold outside, don't catch a cold." Yang Jian leaned over, kissed her forehead, and said warmly: "I'll wait for you in the capital."

The footsteps outside have quieted down, and the time must have come and the whole team has finished.

Even though Yang Jian was attached, he could not violate his orders. He rubbed Gala's face for a moment, and then turned around and walked out resolutely.

Gala watched him at the background. When the door was closed, he couldn't help but get up and stayed. Because the cloak was not on hand, he pulled the brocade quilt and wrapped it around him, and ran to the window with his shoes. He pushed open the thin slit of the window sash. Because the night was long in winter and it was only dawn outside, the guards on duty were standing neatly on both sides of the corridor. Han Qinhu and Li Bing were dressed neatly and welcomed him left and right.

After Yang Jian got off the attic, he went with him after the salute.

The tall and burly figure disappeared at the end of the corridor in just a moment. Under the hazy skylight, only the attics in the White Deer Pavilion overlapped and crisscrossed the corridors. The entire Zijing Pavilion suddenly became empty, without even coughing. The sparrows that were rising from the morning flew across the treetops, with clear movements.

Gala was stunned for a moment, and returned to the couch and was sleepless, so he simply sat cross-legged and stared blankly.

It was almost the Little New Year when Yang Jian arrived in the capital.

On the way, he was particularly hasty to go on a court trip. When he returned to the capital, he looked at the increasingly busy shops on both sides of Zhuque Long Street. When he saw the people who were full of joy in buying New Year's goods, he suddenly realized the taste of the New Year. In addition to the great troubles of his trip to Suizhou, the dangerous wars on Xiaoxiangling had already spread throughout the capital that day, and His Highness's reputation for being heroic and martial arts was even more rife. Emperor Wuyuan specially ordered Jiang Zhan and Xu Gongwang to lead all officials to welcome him outside the palace gate.

Yang Jian was suddenly greeted by all officials and led his members to Zichen Hall. In a short while, Emperor Wuyuan arrived.

More than twenty days have passed since Li Bing was taken down. Yang Jian secretly reported his own merits and demerits. After Emperor Wuyuan discussed and weighed the pros and cons, he had already decided on the reward method. In addition to giving the heavy rewards to Yang Xuangan, Han Qinhu, Li Bing and others, and generous pensions to the soldiers of the Zhelin Mansion who died, and remembering the rewards to the living soldiers, the rewards to Han Lin were particularly eye-catching.

In addition to the extra generous rewards, because he was loyal to the Lord and was extremely brave, he was specially awarded the title of Zhongyong Bo.

Originally, the title of title was just to look good, but Emperor Wuyuan issued a special order this time that when Han Lin's orphans grew up, they could be demoted to inherit the title. Before that, Han Boyue could also receive the title as usual and give him a house. In this way, the title of the loyal and brave Bo was not only a posthumous gift after his death, but also a blessing for his descendants, which made countless people envious.

After the reward, Li Bing, Yuan Yan and the accomplice's rebellion were punished.

Li Bing's mansion in Suizhou and the capital had been seized after the Battle of Xiaoxiangling. Because he used troops to plot against rebels without authorization, although Emperor Wuyuan did not commit crimes with the nine tribes, the original title in his mansion was immediately deprived, and his parents, brothers and children were all thrown into prison. After the crime was found, they were dealt with together. Yuan Yan had not many relatives and had already been in charge of being in the Suizhou prison as Yang Jian ordered. The remaining several commanders who attacked Xiaoxiangling were unable to escape and be charged with rebellion and family.

Jiang Zhan reported neatly that because his son-in-law Li Fenglin had made great contributions, he became more confident and had a strong reputation.

Next to him, Xu Gongwang was quite frightened with cold lips and teeth.

Since he was entrusted by Emperor Wuyuan that year, he has always been a saint's favor by relying on his personality and thinking about Emperor Wuyuan's son. He was an ambitious person, and he had been in charge of the court for several years, holding the authority of Fu Xuan's right prime minister in his hands. Below one person and above ten thousand people, relying on Emperor Wuyuan's favor, he was even more upheaval and died in the ups and downs.

Even when Emperor Wuyuan first ascended the throne, he still relied on his old prestige to manage and firmly grasped power.

Until this moment, the originally stable and solid foundation seemed to collapse half of it, which made him gradually feel panicked.

During the entire court meeting, Xu Gongwang did not interrupt the rewards and punishments.

...

After the court meeting ended, Yang Jian followed Emperor Wuyuan to the inner hall and explained in detail the whole story of this trip to Suizhou.

The battle of Xiaoxiangling was with few enemies and many enemies, and he was trapped to the death. Even if Yang Jian didn't speak, Emperor Wuyuan was frightened.
To be continued...