Yang Jian: "I can't figure out why she suddenly treated me so well!"

Mrs. Xuan Hua was also thinking about it.

Yang Jian solemnly: "I, no, my principle is that whoever treats me is good to me, I will treat whoever I am good to me. After all, Gala has saved me three times, and I have to try to believe her."

Mrs. Xuan Hua shook her head: "It's better to be careful, she may not be kind."

Yang Jian: "Why do you say that?"

Xuan Hua: "Anyway, I just feel that she is not really good to you, so I must have other plans."

Yang Jian thought about it, but couldn't figure it out.

Xuan Hua: "Maybe, she wants to be the real queen!"

Yang Jian held Xuan Hua's hand: "Don't worry, I will never do anything that I'm sorry for you!"

The rain outside the hall was drizzling, and Gala couldn't sit still: "Hua Shang, bring my crutches!"

Every rainy season, Gala will be unable to walk independently due to rheumatism and must use crutches.

Gala limped to the entrance of the hall, and Yang Jian's carriage also arrived at the entrance of Jianzhang Palace. Gala, who was almost skinny and thin, had a pale face, and was almost as bloody as if it was dead.

Yang Jian suddenly recalled what she said to Yang Jian on the day she rescued her, "The emperor thinks how many years I have left?" A sudden feeling of sadness suddenly surged in his heart.

Yang Jian quickly walked up the steps of the hall, a few steps away from Gala. Yang Jian asked: "You are in poor health and you are so in good health that you can stay in the hall. What are you doing outside? It's wind and rain!"

Gala walked closer to Yang Jian a few steps and grabbed Yang Jian's sleeve: "Emperor." Then Yang Jian was pulled into Jianzhang Palace by Gala.

Gala knelt in front of the imperial desk, holding a wooden ruler in his hand: "Your Majesty, come here!"

Yang Jian obediently walked over and sat down, and Galo handed him a memorial.

Yang Jian started reading the memorial, and after reading a few sentences, he encountered an uncommon character. The word "Zi" on the memorial was determined by Yang Jian, and looked up at Gala.

Gala glanced at "Z" and said a few more words. Gala glanced at "School".

"Bang!" Yang Jian hit a wooden ruler on his head.

Yang Jian widened his eyes: "You!"

Garo said: "The emperor and I have something to say first. I am the emperor's military advisor. The emperor must listen to what I say in everything that is beneficial to the emperor."

Yang Jian said: "I... be gentle."

Under the dim light, Yang Jian's chest was straight, still reading the memorial, a long rope connected his hair to the beam of the house, and a pair of awls were placed next to his thighs.

It was already late at night, and Jianzhang Palace fell into endless silence. Not far away, Gala, who was napping on the couch table, leaned on his arm, as if he had fallen asleep.

She seemed to be a wisp of smoke. When a gust of wind blew, she would melt with the weather and drift to all directions. Yang Jian rubbed his red eyes and looked at Gala, and suddenly thought so.

Gala should have fallen asleep. Yang Jian stood up and looked up. He saw that his hair was tied firmly.

Galo slowly opened his eyes. Yang Jian stepped on the imperial desk and was about to untie the rope when a book flew over from not far away. Yang Jian was shocked and fell down and screamed.

It was dark and the palace people who were driven outside the hall did not dare to speak Yigalao. They returned to their respective residences to sleep peacefully, and they all hid at the door and listened to the foot of the wall.

Yang Jian's faint moan came from the empty hall: "Ah~ it hurts... it hurts... it hurts so much...ah!"
Chapter completed!