Gala just stared at him blankly, as if he had forgotten the scenes that he had never forgotten.

"Someone used the secret Gu poison from Northern Qi State, Soul-Devouring Powder. The biggest medicinal property of Soul-Devouring Powder is that it can cooperate with Soul-Devouring Incense to control people's thoughts and turn nothingness into a product of fear."

"Nonsity turns into a product of fear? What does it mean?"

"It is a kind of Gu that can make people develop Tangmen Jue, and Tangmen Jue also changes according to their own thoughts, which is quite complicated. Anyway, you don't need to know too much about this. As long as you are clear, you'll be a human being." After he said that, he smiled slightly, quietly, peacefully and silently.

"How did you know?"

"Because I am from Northern Qi and the master of the Soul-Devouring San, I didn't expect it to harm too many people and you." He still smiled, and even if he admitted his sins, he still smiled so pure and pure.

"Who are you?"

"Yuwen Shu, the one who saved your life." He whispered, there was no wave from beginning to end, it was so light and casual.

Yuwen Shu, he said she is a human, a human... not a demon!

How could Gala know that Yu Wen Shu, a man in plain clothes who was not like a mortal, was the famous medical saint Xiaoyao Immortal in the world? And no one knew why he came to Daliang? Maybe he came to save this woman. What a beautiful woman he was... It would be a pity to die.

She survived, but there was a confusion in front of her... Gala's mouth slightly opened, and then turned her head and looked directly at the eyes that had been staring at her never left. No matter how good Pei Ju was, it was not hers after all.

It's late at night, it's time to go back. I've been staying in this Huxin Pavilion for so long, it's cold and tired...

Recently, God seems to be a little sad and compassionate. I don’t know how many nights the heavy rain has lasted. Although it is dawn, it is still like the evening night. And the sweet man under the curtain is sleeping peacefully, as if he has not woken up all night.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

"Gala, has it gotten up? Gala..." Pei Ju's somewhat nervous voice came from outside the door.

Gala's eyes were blurred, slightly opened, and slowly stood up, "Um..." with a muffled groan, and the wound hurt again. "Is something wrong?" Gala's slow and vague voice flowed through the curtain in an instant.

"Yang Jian brought six doors to the foot of Daliang. He came to ask me for someone. The day you were worried about was indeed here." Pei Ju waited quietly outside the door, but his tone was so calm, but the messy wrinkles on his forehead had already exposed his current mood.

He was also worried that this day, Yang Jian, the king of the country, was far away in the war world, but because Gala rushed back, so his purpose was self-evident. He came to ask him for Gala. What should the situation be like? In the Sui territory, he is the emperor and the people, how should he fight this battle? Or how to make himself lose less?

"Even if I die, wouldn't I want to let me go? Will he take away a corpse?" Gala's voice was like a breeze, and his words were like a thin bell. A sentence gently stroked Pei Ju's ears, and the door was opened. The Gala in front of Pei Ju was still the snow-white neon skirt, like an immortal who did not occupy a trace of dirt in the mortal world.

"So, what should I do now? If he knew you were still alive..."

"Living? Who is alive? That Dugu Jialuo? He died in the palace that day. Didn't you also bury her with your own hands?" Jialuo's lips smiled indifferently. Pei Ju was stunned. Is this what Jialuo said? Why is she so strange? Although she was laughing, she could never cover up the touch of Nan Chen and the sadness in her eyes.

Gala has not left these days for this day, to wait for Yang Jian to come and then solve all this with his own hands.

Two figures, one blue and one blue, stood resolutely in front of a mound on the Gushan Mountain, as if lonely and melancholy...

"Gala, I'm here." The blue figure suddenly knelt in front of the mound, and there was only a wooden board in front of the mound, with only three words engraved with a knife: Xizhi's Tomb. It's so simple and simple. Even the three words in front of the tomb can't tell who was buried in the mound.

Is it just that this kind of soil buried? Without a trace of luxury, it doesn't even look like a tomb. Gala, what you want is all this? It's like you've never been here. It's dry and crisp, stain-free and scattered.

The heavy rain has passed and the light rain has not broken. Yang Jian’s wet hair on his temples is pressed straight from his cheek to his neck. His long hair is as thin as lotus root threads. In the hazy wind is constantly outlining his handsome face, which is so sad. In front of this mound, it seems that the world has disappeared, and even thousands of words are silent.

"How can you leave? How can you be so suddenly? I didn't even let me see the last time, how can you be so cruel?" Yang Jian knelt in front of the grave, feeling heavy and sad. He sobbed, tears fell, and he was buried in the ground in an instant. The rain had already poured on his whole body, so cold.

"You blame Gala for being cruel?"

Yang Jian looked up suddenly, as if he knew that someone was beside him. He looked at the same godless Pei Ju but was powerless to refute.

"Who caused this situation today? Gala followed you into the palace. As the king of a country, she died so miserably. You still blame Gala now. Why do you have this qualification?" Pei Ju seemed to have no idea of ​​the difference between the king and the people, but just preached in a blunt manner. If Gala really died, would he still let this person be in front of him? He would smash him to pieces. Even if this person could not be touched, he could not be killed.

"So, I am coming to take Gala away today. I will give her a grand funeral and bury her as my queen. I will let her..." Before Yang Jian finished speaking, Pei Ju punched her. Yang Jian did not stand firm and fell to the ground, with a trace of blood oozing out of the corner of his mouth.

When Pei Ju heard Yang Jian claiming to be "I" again, he was even more angry. It was because of his identity that Gala became like this today, and he dared to say that?

"What's the use of all these things? Gala will die because of you. She died in your territory and your palace. Are you worthy of Gala? You have known Gala for so long, but you don't know her. If she cares about wealth and power, how could she fall to the point of today?" Pei Ju finished speaking, angry, rushed forward and grabbed Yang Jian's collar and punched him.

"Is this what I want? Why am I willing to let Gala go away?" Yang Jian couldn't help but roar and punched him back.

The two of them were in the rain, in the mud, and in the pain. One blue and one blue were slowly swallowed by the gray soil until they couldn't tell who was who, and the rain kept falling and pouring into the hearts of the two. The thing that was beating in Yang Jian's chest had long died, while Pei Ju hated him for taking away the former Gala because everything could no longer go back to the past.

"Stop hitting." I don't know how long it took, a sharp and hoarse female voice rang.

"Princess?" Yang Jian looked back when he heard the voice, and saw Princess Wan'an at a glance, but Pei Ju punched him again. Yang Jian fell to the ground and stopped getting up. He just kept breathing, and he was too lazy to go back when he turned around.

Princess Wan'an watched her elder brother being knocked down by Pei Ju and rushed over. "Brother..." Princess Wan'an shouted, and she knelt in front of Yang Jian as if she had adapted to the mud, and helped her to kneel up in front of Yang Jian, holding up his head and hugging his neck, "Brother, why are you doing this?"

"Princess..." Yang Jian gently caressed Princess Wan'an's long soft hair in tears, "It's all."

"Brother, the princess, please go back." Princess Wan'an cried, but the red silk skirt on her body had a little bloody droplet charm, which was so dazzling.

"Princess, don't worry, the emperor will definitely take your queen back to the palace and will not let her get wet here alone." Yang Jian looked at Princess Wan'an and smiled weakly, with a bitter and tragic smile.

"Actually, the Queen..."

"Princess!" Pei Ju pulled Princess Wan'an away and blocked what she was going to say next.

The rain gradually stopped, as if it was touching something, as if it was regretting something. After Yang Jian lay in the mud for a while, he suddenly turned over and got up, rushed to the tomb, and reached out to start digging the small and lonely mound. "Galao, don't be afraid, I will take you away soon, and I won't let you be alone here alone. I know that it's very dark inside, I will take you away."

"What are you doing?" Pei Ju roared and rushed to pull Yang Jian's hands. Yang Jian's expression was confused and he didn't care about so much. He turned around and slammed Pei Ju. Pei Ju was stunned and quickly avoided. It seemed that Yang Jian was here this time.

Just that palm, the two of them really started to fight. Yang Jian was a little dazed, his hair was messy and decadent, and he had never thought about this scene. "The people who prevented me from taking Gala away will die."

"Gala's return to the dust is thanks to you. You want to destroy Gala's tomb today. Yang Jian, why are you so cruel? Do you know that Gala wants to leave that palace when she dies? Do you still want to lock her soul if she dies?"

Yang Jian's every move can kill people, as if he is crazy, as if he doesn't know what he is doing.

Princess Wan'an could no longer bear to see it. She cried like the end of the world, but what she said could not reach the ears of both of them. Only her trembling and chaotic roar was hidden in the rain and fog: "Stop... stop hitting..."

In the distance, a snow-white figure was already crying. She looked at this scene and looked at the wise king who was hurt by her. The first first encounter appeared before her again, but the last separation was so cold. Yang Jian, he was not sorry for her, because she was wrong too much, because she owed too much debt, and she could no longer compensate for this life.

The ink-colored figure behind Gala was a little helpless, just staring at the scenes in front of him quietly. Let them solve the problems of these young people by themselves. All he did was to comfort the woman in front of him, that's all.

Yao Yan didn't feel sorry for his son at the moment because he knew that the person he needed to comfort the most was Gala.

He just stroked Gala's back gently, and Gala could no longer help but jump into Yao Yan's arms, as if he was holding his father, so warm, so safe, and so at ease. "Uncle Yao..."

"Child, stop crying. Don't blame you for these things. This is just a process, a process that will definitely go through in this world." Yao Yan coaxed Gala as if he was coaxing his daughter.

How long has it been since I felt this feeling? Gala has long forgotten that maybe she has adapted to the life here, this ancient life with swords and swords.

The rain has fallen, the dream has woken up, and the ground has dried up.

Before he knew it, Yang Jian had already knelt in front of the tomb for three days and three days, not eating or drinking, but only supported by his internal strength. The four people at the six doors were also kneeling in front of the tomb, one was to pay tribute to the old friends, and the other was how could they get up before the king?

Su Wei didn't know that after leaving impulsively that day, it was a farewell. The four people from the Six Gate should have feelings for Gala. They just felt it. I don't know if they like it or not, and there was no love. But why did they kneel in front of this tomb and feel suppressed and breathless? Gala was just a passerby to them, a passerby that was fleeting.

"It's been three days, hasn't he left yet?" Garo sat in front of the couch with his chin with one hand, his expression calm. He just asked softly, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

The people around him did not answer, and Gala just glanced at him and stopped talking.

He came and saw the tomb, and knew that the person was dead, but why did he just kneel down and refuse to leave? What was he thinking about? Is it just because of reluctance and guilt?

Gala sighed, got up and walked to the stage, slowly poured some water into the inkstone, then ground some ink, pulled out a piece of paper, held the pen in one hand and started writing unaccustomedly. It took most of the time to write three pieces of paper. The paper was not big, but the characters were very large, because it was difficult to write the brush, Gala couldn't write the pretty font, but the handwriting was neat and neat.

After writing, Gala sat back on the couch, closed his eyes and focused.

"When will I give it to him?" Pei Ju finally asked.

"When Moji is dry, you can give it to him by finding an old envelope. If the princess gives it to him, I will say it was written to him before I die." Gala's eyes were not open, but he just said casually, his tone was like someone else's business.

"Will he leave?"

"Yes." Gala replied, then opened his eyes and stood up and looked at the letter on the table, saying, "It must be."

In the evening, Princess Wan'an was single and went to the lonely mountain with a letter.

She knew since she was a child that his emperor brother was very stubborn and refused to admit defeat in everything, but she never expected that he would be so hard this time.

Looking at the figure from afar, he knelt motionlessly in front of the mound, his whole body was covered in mud. Now he seemed to be no different from a beggar. He was the lord of tens of thousands of people in the palace, but today he was so down and out. He was no longer the emperor's brother she knew. Yang Jian is so strange now.

Princess Wan'an walked slowly step by step, and tears slowly fell down and moistened the land that had just been washed by the rain. "Brother." She exclaimed softly, her voice trembling and gentle.

Yang Jian didn't look back when he heard the voice. She must have come to persuade him again. He just wanted to kneel here, accompany Gala here, and atone for his sins here.

"Are you right to do this? The Empress doesn't want to stay in the palace at all. So what if you take her back?" Princess Wan'an couldn't help but feel angry when she saw Yang Jian being indifferent and shouted loudly.

Yang Jian just trembled and soon returned to his calmness. He continued to kneel but didn't say anything.

"You are the king of a country, and the country and people are waiting for you. How could you stay here and leave national affairs behind and ignore them?" Princess Wan'an clenched her fists. She couldn't bear it anymore. She hated such an emperor brother, and this emperor brother who was silent, not talking, not laughing, and was decadent and embarrassed.

But no matter what she said, he didn't say a word, "You don't speak. How much I've told you in the past three days, you still don't say anything. Since that's the case, I won't give you this letter from the Queen, because she also hates you like this. It's just a waste of the Queen's intentions when she shows it to you." Princess Wan'an said, and took out a letter from her arms. The envelope was already kneaded, as if it would be crushed by a random tear.

"Gala's letter?" Yang Jian stood up suddenly after hearing this, but fell down in a hurry and fell into the soil with a look on his face. Princess Wan'an was startled and rushed forward to help Yang Jian up, but before he could ask him what he had, the letter in his hand was taken away.

Yang Jian tore open the head with trembling hands and pulled out the three pieces of paper inside. He looked carefully, and after a long time, he looked over and over again, tears soaked the three yellowed letter papers one by one. Gala didn't hate him. She said she hoped he would live well, and she also said she wanted the brother Huan from the past, the brother Huan who loved to laugh and quarrel with her.

She also said that she loved freedom, she didn't like the palace, which made her breathless. Even if she died, she wouldn't have too much funeral. She just wanted to be alone, a lonely mountain and a small mound, with only the three words "Tomb of Xi" written on it. It was simple, at least that was free, and it was also her dream. She did not hate her death, and she walked easily because she did not belong to this world.

"Do not belong to this world?" Yang Jian murmured to himself. Looking at the neat and generous handwriting, it was not as written by a woman. She was so talented, she wrote so well, and her singing, piano and dance were so extraordinary, but the words were a bit unsatisfactory. So, it turned out that she really just wanted to leave this palace!

Is she free now? Are she happy? Looking at Yang Jian actually smiled with tears in his eyes, looking up at the sky. The dim horizon rendered by the sunset made him feel much more relaxed. His heart still hurts, but he is not as embarrassed as before.

"So, everything is a dream. Have you woken up?" Yang Jian murmured to himself, then stumbled and stood up, looking at the horizon and took a deep breath, "It's time to go back to the palace." He looked at the Tumo again and smiled and let go. He used to be too ignorant of Gala, which hurt her and herself.

"Princess, can you go back to the palace with the emperor?" Before going down the mountain, Yang Jian asked Princess Wan'an. In fact, he already knew the answer, just wanted to hear Princess Wan'an's answer with his own ears.

Princess Wan'an smiled and shook her head, "Brother, you know the princess, it's not easy for the princess to come out, how can she go back?"
Chapter completed!