The red candle was already weak, but the room was quite bright, and it was obvious that it was not early.

Since she has married into the royal family, she must go to worship the ancestral temple with Yang Jian at the auspicious time the next day of her marriage, and kneel down to receive the imperial edict and gold book. She cannot delay too late, and she obviously has already slept late.

Garo glared at the culprit with a hatred and struggled to sit up. Yang Jian, who was sleeping outside, woke up from the movement, held her waist and hooked it into his arms.

Through the extremely thin silk bedcloth, his palms were hot.

The memories of last night surged up, and Gala rolled into the bed with the brocade quilt.

Yang Jian woke up after sleeping and looked at her in confusion.

Gala tightened his clothes, "It's not too late, it's time for His Highness to get up!"

"Don't sleep for a while?" Yang Jian's voice was deep...

Gala was afraid that he would be more beastly and hurriedly said, "It's time to sleep again."

Then he called Hua Shang. Immediately, Hua Shang called the maids to prepare to serve the wash.

Yang Jian was not used to being served by women. He understood Gala's intention to act. He looked at Gala in a very annoyed manner, turned over and went to the inner room.

But after a moment, when the door opened, Hua Shang entered the house first, entered the tent and picked up the clothes that had been thrown by the couch last night one by one. This was why the maid came into the tent and served Gala, got up and put on clothes and tidy up the bed.

Gala was sore and was helped by Hua Shang for two steps, making her feel even more uncomfortable. After finally entering the bathroom and immersing her whole body in the bathtub, the soreness in her whole body seemed to be flushed away. However, the pain under her body was still the same, so she stammered and told Hua Shang.

Hua Shang felt distressed. After she took a shower, she took a special ointment for her to wipe. Gala was afraid of being embarrassed, so she turned her back and applied it herself, and then put on her clothes. The ointment was prepared by Xian before she left the house. It made the skin cool, soft and gentle, and could relieve the pain.

Gala took advantage of the time before breakfast to rest on the short couch for a while and felt much better.

Compared to her, Yang Jian is considered to be a dragon horse spirit and radiant.

Seeing that Gala was always sitting on the short couch and still moving, she was puzzled at first, and asked in a low voice twice. Seeing Gala only glaring at him angrily, she realized it and looked at her and whispered: "It still hurts?"

"It hurts very much." Galo was not angry and complained in a low voice, patting his hands that were following everyone's back and reaching his lower abdomen.

The food outside has been arranged, and Song Lan comes to invite him respectfully.

Gala shook slightly when he got up, and Yang Jian held his arm.

"I will help you go." He spoke in a state of sternness.

...

After breakfast, it was ready outside.

Yang Jian left Furong Mausoleum with a usual majestic attitude, but after all, the wedding was happy. He heard that Li Bing, who was taken to block the wine yesterday, was drunk and took a leave. Han Qinhu, Liu Zheng and others were not as good as usual, and they did not blame him. The people from the Ministry of Rites were waiting outside the Jiade Hall, and the ritual officials of the Jianzhang Palace had prepared everything. Yang Jian then took Gala to the ancestral temple for sacrifice. After Gala knelt down to receive the queen's seal, ribbon and gold book, he entered the palace to thank him.

Yesterday, Jianzhang Palace was married, and the palace also added a lot of joy. In Linde Hall, Concubine Duan was talking with Emperor Wuyuan.

The imperial palace was not as good as the palace building. Gala could not use a chariot to take advantage of his chariot and could only walk through step by step. Although Yang Jian helped him from time to time, when he walked to Emperor Wuyuan, his legs were also sore, and the little ointment he applied in the morning was no longer helpful, and the legs seemed to be trembling.

When I entered the temple to kneel down to thank the Holy Holy grace, I even felt the joy of finally not having to walk anymore.

Emperor Wuyuan lived above. Although he didn't like Gala, he saw that his son finally got married, and he was happy after all. After the two of them bowed and bowed, he ordered the palace servant to help him up and give him another gold plate and jade Ruyi, which Xu Shan personally brought to Gala. Concubine Duan took charge of the harem and should pay a visit. Since she had come here, Gala didn't need Gala to go to Yiqiu Palace, so she worshipped her, saving a lot of legs and feet, which made Gala very grateful.

After thanking her, Concubine Duan asked Xu Shan to give her a seat, and then slowly cared for and taught Gala a few words, which was considered to fulfill her mother-in-law's responsibility for the queen.

This moment of sitting down made Gala feel a little more comfortable. When he got up and said goodbye, he was not as difficult as before.

After leaving Linde Hall and leaving Zuo Yinguang Gate, Xu Shan hurried over and said that Emperor Wuyuan had important matters to discuss with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was as calm as before and ordered Han Qinhu to send Gala back to Jianzhang Palace. He also asked him to keep a few words in his ear and turn himself to see the saint.

Only Jialuo, Han Qinhu, Song Lan and other female officials were left on this head.

Han Qinhu is worthy of being Yang Jian's confidant. When Gala left the palace gate and entered the long street between Xuanwu Gate and Jianzhang Palace, he suddenly said, "Be careful." Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand to signal the female official behind, "Stop!"

Gala was slightly stunned and stopped and turned around. He saw Han Qinhu instructing the guards behind him, "Your Highness twisted his feet, go and prepare the chariot."

Immediately, he bowed his hand to Gala and said, "Your Highness will take a break for a moment, and your chasing will come soon."

"Thank you, General War." Gala nodded, as if spring rain was coming.

The enthronement of the queen and worshiping the ancestral temple is a major national ritual. According to the system, His Highness and the concubine must go on foot, and rushing to the sedan chair for transportation. Gala did not know how the bride of His Highness, who was next to him spent the bridal chamber night and how she survived the long journey. She was injured by Yang Jian and was able to persevere until now. It was the end of her strength.

Fortunately, the rush came very quickly, and Gala seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw.

I forced myself to return to Jianzhang Palace, and my spirits were a little relaxed, and my legs seemed to be no longer hers.

...

The lotus fragrance in the Furong Mausoleum followed the wind. Gala walked into the inner hall and waved Song Lan and others away. He collapsed on the couch without any desire to move.

Hua Shang was so scared that she hurried over and helped her lie down, "What's wrong with the girl?"

"Legs hurt." Galo buried his head in the soft pillow and muttered in a low voice.

She is limited in age and has not yet grown completely. Even though Yang Jian restrained her last night, she was still very injured. However, the royal etiquette is complicated. Today, she has no step to be lazy from the ancestral temple to the palace. She has been so tired that she doesn't want to say anything.

Hua Shang didn't dare to delay any longer, so he asked the maid to come over and help Gala remove the outer skirt and lower the curtain tent.

When the maid left, Gala still hid her body halfway, carefully applied the plaster, and then put on the clothes.

The pain under my body was soaked by the plaster, which relieved a lot.

Gala was still buried in a soft pillow, half tired and half embarrassed.

Hua Shang spoke slowly.

"The emperor is strong, but he is too ignorant of caring for others." She held Gala on the couch, grabbed her legs and slowly kneaded and massaged her. "Miss, don't blame me for saying too much, and don't feel shy. Since I have married, this kind of thing will never be avoided. But the girl is still in limited age. If she still struggles like this, how can she still work? The emperor doesn't know how to control her, so the girl should persuade her, otherwise she will feel distressed when she hurts her."

Gala said "yes" in a depressing voice.

Do you advise Yang Jian to take it easy? She didn't persuade him last night.

How could Yang Jian listen? Instead, he became even more powerful and had no use.

Gala felt very aggrieved, his waist and legs were as sore as before. Thinking of Yang Jian's slept proudly today, he was so angry that his teeth were itchy. He grabbed the soft pillow and couldn't help but smash it lightly.

Seeing this, Hua Shang couldn't help but smile, his hands were gentle and he whispered: "As the saying goes, softness overcomes hardness. When it comes to giving in, girls should not force themselves. Say soft words and ask for love. Knowing that the girl is uncomfortable and feels distressed, they will naturally be gentler."

"Well." Gala was still stuck in the soft pillow, but he had already understood the meaning of the gorgeous dress.

Her temperament follows the south wind. If someone is pampering and hurting her, she acts like a spoiled person and cannot bear the grievance at all. If she encounters difficult things, her temperament becomes stubborn and prone to force herself and rarely complains. Since the Gao family collapsed last year, she has suffered several ups and downs since she went to Beijing and has been used to gritting her teeth to support her. Although she said a few words last night when the pain was so painful, she did not plead with soft words as Hua Shang said.

Is pleading effective? Gala doesn't know.

But when I thought of this situation, I felt embarrassed in my heart.

Apart from crying in Zhaowen Palace that time, she had never begged Yang Jian for anything.

Although the two were married, they became a little more intimate after such trouble last night, but she still couldn't think of how to beg for mercy with soft words.

The heart was in a state of chaos, the heat on her face was steaming, but the legs were gently kneaded by Hua Shang, and she felt much more relaxed. She lay between the brocade quilt, smelling the fragrance of lotus coming into the wind in the window, and fell asleep.

...

When I woke up, the sky was already dark.

According to Hua Shang, Yang Jian had come back, but when he saw her sleep, he went back to Zhaowen Palace to deal with political affairs first.

Gala got up and walked away. When she lived in Nanxun Hall, she rarely walked apart from Qingsi Garden and Langrun Garden, and never came to the area where women lived. Furong Mausoleum had a great terrain. The Zheng Hall raised its feet and flew over its eaves, and the ears on both sides were equipped with buildings. There were arch bridges flying like crescent moons, connecting all places. Walking along the corridor, the shade of trees was dense in the summer evening, and grass and insects were crying low.

In the pool behind, lotus leaves turn green and willows surround them.

Compared with the solemn and solemn Zhaowen Hall, the scenery here is indeed more suitable for female family members to live in.

After returning from a walk, the Dianchen Bureau had prepared meals.

When the Ministry of Rites planned the wedding of Jianzhang Palace, Concubine Duan was not idle either. Because most of the positions of the maids in Jianzhang Palace were empty, except for a few original maids, no one was serving their daily lives. So he added all the female officials of each department and selected many other palace maids to send them to Jianzhang Palace. In addition to leaving several people to serve Furong Tomb, the rest went elsewhere for cleaning and furnishings.

Now that I have a meal, I am a palace servant.

Gala was tired today and had a good appetite. Seeing the exquisite dishes, he ate more.

After dinner, I took a walk with Yang Jian, but I didn’t dare to walk far away. I just walked around the Hechichi Lake.

The summer night was cool, and she took off her precious and gorgeous queen's crown. She was wearing thin clothes. Beneath her wide-sleeved shirt was a bun with gauze bead skirts, and her figure was taller. The girl's beautiful dress was slightly changed, her head was covered with black hair, her hair was swept lightly, and her golden hairpin was half-picked with jade tassels, and she hanged tremblingly in her ears. Her delicate neck was exposed, and her shoulders were covered with silk, and the corals were exquisite on her wrist.

Yang Jian and her walked slowly. Although the scenery of Jianzhang Palace has not changed at all, she has added a beautiful scenery in vain.

When she returned to the hall, it was still early. Although Gala received the gold book of seals and ribbons today, she had not looked at it carefully, so she asked Song Lan to bring it over and put it on the side palace book desk together with the list of the maids of Jianzhang Palace. She stood behind the desk and looked through it carefully.

The candlelight was bright on the lamp stand shaped like a laurel tree, and a golden beast squatting beside the rosewood table, slowly spitting out a soft fragrance. The window sash was half-closed, and there was no stars and moon in the dark night sky. Only the light of the lantern shone in, reflecting her slim figure. She was focused and held a teacup from time to time, with a peaceful mind.

Yang Jian walked back to Zhaowen Palace and saw this, his steps stopped slightly, leaning against the diamond door frame to look at her.

Until now the wedding has come true, he still hasn't dared to go to the empty Nanxun Hall again.

Yang Jian was actually very clear that if he had not chased Suizhou thousands of miles away and pretended to be hurt and broke her defense, Gala would have gone to Nanchen at that time. But he could only stay alone in this grand Jianzhang Palace, running around the government during the day, sitting alone in the hall at night, recalling or resenting her affection. The rest of his life was still as gloomy and cold as when he first arrived in Longyou.

Fortunately, she is back.

In the glorious or dim lights, wait for him to return and sleep together.

Somewhere in his heart seemed to be filled, Yang Jian slowly walked in.

When Gala heard the movement, he looked up and smiled, "Your Highness is back?"

“What are you looking at?”

"The female official list." Garo poured him a cup of tea, "Among these people, except Song Lan, no one has seen them before. Please remember the names first, and you will see them when you look back and identify them."

Yang Jian nodded, "I will order them to come to Furongling to pay homage. Are you getting along well with Gao Yang?"
To be continued...