The palace gate was already closed at this time, but the only one leading to Jianzhang Palace was still open. Yang Jian walked outside the Jianzhang Palace gate, but his heart seemed to be scratched by a cat.

It has been four months since the farewell of the twelfth lunar month.

Apart from the letters in the box, he and Gala had not said half of the words. Even the banquet in the palace today was like a mountain separated by mountains, so he could not see her more.

The moon is bright tonight, even if you don’t light palace lanterns, the red corridors and the gorgeous houses are clear and clear.

On such a spring night, we should have visited the moon, even if it is just a walk and talk.

However, Gala is now in the Honglu Guest House, living in the same place as Ronglou and Nanchen envoys. He has a special identity. If he visits in the past, he will definitely alarm others and make this public in front of the foreign envoys, which will only cause speculation. The alliance is imminent and it is important, and he cannot create trouble at this critical moment. If he sneaks in secret... because of the matter, the defense in the Guest House is quite strict, and if there is a storm, it will be even more embarrassing.

Yang Jian stood in front of the palace gate, looking at the direction of the Hongluke Restaurant, hesitating.

Han Qinhu guessed that his thoughts were in his mind, and stood there for a long time before bowing, saying, "Your Highness, it's getting late, and it's a big deal to make an alliance tomorrow. You have to rest early and maintain your energy.

Yang Jian said "yes", stood in the wind for a while, then walked into Jianzhang Palace and headed towards Zhaowen Palace.

...

Yang Jian didn't sleep well that night, and Gala couldn't sleep well.

Although she was expecting her return to Beijing, when she received the strange gift from Emperor Wuyuan, Gala couldn't help but speculate. However, this was the way she chose, and she was already worried that her grandfather would come to discuss it herself. This major event was decided, and the rest could be processed slowly, so it was not advisable to cause more trouble at this time.

She thought about the meaning of the empty box and fell asleep. When she got up the next morning, she didn't mention a word to Xian.

After a night of rest, the mission in the guest hall went to the palace to discuss alliances with the Minister of the Honglu Temple this morning. The entire guest hall was particularly empty, and even the crabapple tree in the corner seemed quiet. Gala couldn't sit still. He heard that there was a treasure pavilion for foreign envoys to watch in the servant lobby hall, which contained interesting and precious objects from all over the Sui Dynasty, so he went over to see with Xian.

Because the alliance is of great importance, although each has its own preparations, there are many things that need to be discussed in detail.

After Ronglou returned that night, he went to her and Xian without being distracted. He only worked with the accompanying officials to ponder and discuss until late at night.

Gala was able to stand his mind, so he treated it as a day when he was staying in the Bailu Pavilion and got up and lie down as often.

But after all, there was a corner in my heart, half for Yang Jian, and half for Dugu Shan who went to the Du family to visit Mrs. Fu.

In this case, the alliance was considered to be considered a matter of discussion. Except for some minor matters, officials on both sides still need to be considered and discussed, and there are not many major matters that need to be discussed by Emperor Wu Yuan and Rong Lou personally.

In the side hall of Xuanzheng Hall, when Rong Lou nodded in response, the huge rock hanging in Emperor Wuyuan's heart finally landed on the ground.

It was still early, and Emperor Wuyuan left officials from both countries to sit and discuss, only asking Ronglou to go to the side to serve tea and rest. Yang Jian also stood up and followed him. The alliance was settled, and although Nan Chen did not let go of some benefits for some things, the promises given by Ronglou were too great to Emperor Wuyuan. He showed a long-lost relaxed smile on his face, and he talked about the customs and customs of the two countries with Ronglou. After Xu Shan served tea, he sat down to rest.

It was the time when spring was in full swing, and willows were surrounding the dam inside and outside the capital, and the flowers were competing for beauty, and all things gradually shine.

Emperor Wuyuan had a difficult life last year and planned to take this opportunity to hunt for a spring hunt. When Ronglou happened to arrive in person, he suggested that he stay for a while and return to Nanchen after the spring hunting, and enjoy the scenery of the capital in the middle. This trip is worth it.

Ronglou had intended to stay for a while, so he naturally agreed happily.

Immediately, Yang Jian stood up and bowed to Ronglou, "This time, the two countries have signed an alliance to be blessed for the people who are hoping for peace. Only when the frontier is stable can the people recuperate and live and work in peace. It is really admirable that the King of Southern Chen and the Prime Minister have such a broad mind."

"The emperor's outstanding experience also opened my eyes." Rong Lou smiled.

Yang Jian then bowed again and said, "Miss Fu, who came to Beijing with the Prime Minister, met me and had experienced hardships. Not only did she have outstanding appearance, but her character and ambition were beyond the reach of others. I have admired her for a long time and hoped to marry her as a wife. Now that the two countries have made good efforts, if the Prime Minister can accomplish this, I will be grateful!"

Rong Lou was surprised and immediately slapped his hand, "It is indeed her blessing that the emperor can win favor with him. But I was not good at doing well back then and I was separated from her mother for many years. Now I am rarely reunited with her. I am trying to bring back Nanchen Haosheng to take care of her. If I marry in the capital, wouldn't the two places be separated again?"

Yang Jian said calmly: "The kingdom loves Gala. I sincerely ask for marriage. I will cherish the love several times. Please rest assured, Prime Minister."

Rong Lou smiled and sighed, looking at Yang Jian, looking quite satisfied.

"The prosperity of Shengjing is indeed beyond my scope. Although I intend to take care of it, after all, Gala was in the capital and was more attached to the hometown. If he could get married with the emperor, it would be a good thing."

Yang Jian nodded, "I would like to ask the Prime Minister Yu to accomplish this."

Rong Lou smiled but said nothing, and only put down the teacup and looked at Emperor Wuyuan.

When discussing with Yang Jian that day, Emperor Wuyuan had already agreed and said at this moment: "I have heard of Miss Fu's character before. When I saw her in the palace yesterday, there were indeed many outstanding things. If the country's minister could give up, I would order the Ministry of Rites to prepare for this matter soon, which would be considered as fulfilling the two children's concerns."

Emperor Wuyuan was willing to give in, but Ronglou was quite surprised.

However, after spending a few days together, I have seen Yang Jian's methods, and I guessed that the father and son must have discussed it properly before this.

He smiled, "I am naturally happy to see Gala's success if he can marry a good son-in-law. I heard that according to the customs of your country, the emperor's wife has many differences according to her identity and rank. I wonder how Your Highness plans to marry her?"

Yang Jian glanced at Emperor Wuyuan and saw that he did not speak, and said, "The Ministry of Rites solemnly arranged it to be the queen. Although Jianzhang Palace is wide, I only want to marry Gala and marry Jianzhang Palace. Not only the queen, but also the wife I am willing to spend my whole life together."

"Your Highness means..." Rong Lou was a little surprised, "Will you marry another?"

"I won't marry another!" Yang Jian promised remarkably, disregarding the sudden stern gaze in Emperor Wuyuan's eyes.

Rong Lou was very happy, "Okay! OK! OK! The emperor has this intention. It seems that what Gala has entrusted is not human. However, before a good marriage, I still need to make it clear. Since your highness sincerely wants to marry Gala, you should keep in mind today's promise in the future. If this promise is violated, even if I force myself, I will never agree. "The Supreme Emperor" he looked at Emperor Wuyuan, "I shouldn't blame me for being abrupt, right?"

"I am very moved by the heart of the country to love and protect their granddaughters." Emperor Wuyuan said.

"Since that's the case, I'm willing to make this happen! However, Gala is the daughter of the Dugu family, and needs to ask his father's intentions. I cannot decide without authorization." Rong Lou stood up, "I will be alone in my life and have no relatives. Only Gala's granddaughter, who is the one who wants to love like a pearl. I can't take her back to take care of her, and I should see her find her home in order to be at ease."

Emperor Wuyuan understood and escaped, so he simply said: "Don't worry, the Prime Minister. I will order the Ministry of Rites to prepare for the preparation tomorrow and get married as soon as possible."

"The Supreme Emperor personally arranged it, I have no worries anymore."

After saying that, he stood up and said goodbye.

Yang Jian fulfilled his thoughts. Seeing that Emperor Wuyuan had not given anything else, he left the palace and sent him back to the Hongluke Hotel for a while.

On the way, someone was with him. The two of them did not mention private matters anymore, but only brought the scenery of the capital.

When he arrived at the Hongluke Hotel, Ronglou saw that Yang Jian had no intention of saying goodbye to return to Jianzhang Palace, he guessed it.

During the journey from Suizhou to the capital, Xian also mentioned a lot of things about Yang Jian and Gala to him. Ronglou knew the whole story and praised Yang Jian's mind and wrists very much. Today, Yang Jian's attitude and commitment in Xuanzheng Hall satisfies him.

Now Yang Jian personally sent him to the Hongluke Restaurant, but the drunkard's intention was not to drink.

Rong Lou smiled and said goodbye first, "I am familiar with the way to the guesthouse. Please give yourself a gift, so you don't have to send it."

Yang Jian bowed and waited for Ronglou to lead the crowd away before he turned his steps towards Gala's residence.

The longing for April, the impulse of suppressing these days, and the joy of marriage agreement, are ready to move at this time.

Yang Jian tried his best to restrain himself, and his steps became faster and faster. When he arrived at Degala's residence, he ordered Han Qinhu and the guards to guard the door and then walked into the courtyard. The courtyard was quite spacious, with five houses on the front, and flowers and trees were planted elsewhere to hide the doors and windows on both sides.

Xian and Hua Shang sat under a clump of banana trees. When they saw Yang Jian, they quickly stood up to greet him.

Yang Jian paused slightly, nodded to Xian, and asked, "Where is Gala?"

"It's taking a break in the afternoon."

“Which room?”

Xian looked at his old face and was slightly stunned, and then pointed to the door of the second room.

Yang Jian did not say a word, and then walked over there. His slender legs easily crossed the three steps and moved to the door like a gust of wind. Before Xian could come to stop him, he pushed the door and closed the door with his backhand, and walked in.

In the midst of sleepiness, Gala heard the sound of the door.

The vague sleepiness disappeared in an instant, as if she could sense it, the spiritual platform suddenly became clear and immediately looked at the door.

The jade white gauze tent hung to the ground, and the whole room was illuminated by the bright spring light, and the upright figure behind the gauze tent was particularly clear. He was still the vermilion crown and uniform of His Royal Highness, with all accessories on his waist, and his posture was majestic, but his steps were not as steady as usual.

Before Gala could sit up with his arms, Yang Jian had already lifted the bead curtain and walked to her bed with a sound of red beads.

After a long separation, I never spoke, Gala had already smiled.

She only took off her outer clothes during her nap, and she was still dressed tightly inside. She took it over and put it on her, and called out "Your Highness". She wanted to kneel down and get up, but Yang Jian took it into her arms. He hugged her very tightly, but she still had a solemn expression on her face. She didn't make a sound, but she just hugged her tightly, not even giving her a chance to wear the outer clothes.

Gala was slightly surprised.

This time, because of Rong Tower, Gala felt that the future was bumpy, but he expected that the marriage would go smoothly. Even with Emperor Wuyuan's temperament, he could only give her the position of His Highness as a concubine at most, but the two countries would not easily abandon such benefits. From the letters he had previously communicated, it can be seen that Yang Jian was almost 100% sure about this.

Although she did not leave the house these days, the news she found from the guest guards was also smooth, and the Southern Chen delegation was not unusual.

But looking at Yang Jian's face, is there something wrong?

Gala hugged him around his waist and tentatively said, "Your Highness?"

"Um?"

"Is it not going well for the alliance?"

Yang Jian looked at her, shook his head, and remained silent.

Gala asked again, "It's our business... the Supreme Emperor will not allow it?"

"He agreed and ordered the Ministry of Rites to prepare arrangements as soon as possible." Yang Jian said.

Since both things are smooth, the only thing that can make Yang Jian unhealthy is probably the only thing that can be the only one.

Jianzhang Palace is the crown prince. His concubines around him are all of them, from the empress to the concubines, concubines, and children. In the future, His Highness will inherit the throne and be appointed as concubines. Not only will they have a place in the harem, but they will also be honored and favored by their mother's family. Therefore, the Duke, Marquis, Generals, and all officials in the court are eager to send their daughter to Jianzhang Palace. Even if they are good sisters, they can still have the third rank. If they give birth to children, they will still be the emperor's grandson. When they become concubines in the future, they may become successful.

Although Gala was born in the Marquis' Mansion, he was now guilty of the mansion and no longer had the honor of the past.

Even with her grandfather's support and her former grudges, she had no intention of taking a good position from Emperor Wuyuan.

That empty brocade box is evidence.

Although she hopes to stand beside Yang Jian with a more decent identity, she doesn't care if she doesn't force her to come.

Gala looked up at Yang Jian's expression, and saw that his expression was still unmoved, so he had to comfort him: "Since the Supreme Emperor agreed, shouldn't we be happy? As for the matters next to him, whether it is a good wife or a child, what's the point? I still think that the Supreme Emperor doesn't agree with this look."

As he said, he smiled.

Yang Jian looked at her and tried his best to tighten her face for a long time, but was finally defeated by her indifferent attitude.

"You really don't care?" He looked terrified.

"If I am the only one next to Your Highness, what's the point of identity? If you have someone else, even if you are the queen, what's the point of being the queen?" Gala's tone was light and quiet, "But... what's the name?"
To be continued...