So Li Bing was able to escape from the Turks and returned to Chang'an two days ago. Although he was in the same city, it was not much easier to meet him than climbing to the sky.

Gala was very stubborn: "I just like to call your name, Li Bing, Li Bing..." Li Bing put down the candlestick and walked to the window: "There is a light outside, but I can only hide in the dark!"

Galo said: "Not there is a darkness outside, waiting for you to save it. Darkness gives you black eyes, and you can use it to find light!"

Li Bing was amused by Gala's very philosophical words: "I can't tell, are you very literary? Why do I think you copied this sentence from where you copied it!"

Garo said: "It's still too dangerous for you to continue staying in Chang'an! Last time at Beigukou, you have been lying outside the besieged city. Otsukazu already knows that the wind is getting tighter and tighter now!"

Li Bing asked, "You want to drive me away!" Garo said, "Of course I don't want you to leave, but once you fall into Yuwen Hu's hands, your life... may not be guaranteed!"

Li Bing said: "My life, if Yuwen Hu has the ability, I will take it away. I just hate it... I have no way to serve the country! The emperor is hesitant, maybe he is really not the wise master I should assist!"

Galo said: "You don't have to be discouraged! If he is not the true emperor, God will naturally accept him. Don't look at him alive today, maybe he will die tomorrow. If the eldest prince ascends the throne, the emperor will be our emperor!"

Gala's words surprised Li Bing: "The Emperor is our Emperor?" Gala looked at Li Bing firmly.

Gala asked the shopkeeper to buy some flower beds and came back. The yard was covered with stone bricks, but a piece of land was left in the center.

Galo said: "Although this house is old, the structure of this hall is a regular matrix. The owner of the building of this house must be a particular person. Let's not let him down!"

Li Bing watched Gala dig a hole in the yard, carry water, and move seedlings. Li Bing asked: "Miss Seven, shouldn't you loosen the soil first? The floor has been slabed like this!"

Gala smiled embarrassedly: "Ah! Yes!" Li Bing came over and wanted to help him, but Gala pushed him away: "You go and cook! I want to eat the food you cook!"

The kitchen was a small shed built on the east side of the yard. Li Bing usually brought it to him by his entourage. The first time he cooked, there was no firewood, so he could only ask the entourage to buy some firewood and quickly chop firewood.

The firewood was chopped, but Li Bing used flint but couldn't light the fire. He also needed Gala's help. Gala put down the work of the flowerbed and sat in front of the stove. Gala added firewood and Li Bing pulled the bellows.

The firewood was burning in the stove hall, and Gala looked at the flames, thinking. Gala looked at Li Bing, who was pulling a bellows beside him, and asked, "Do you know a person named Li Yuan at your home?"

Li Bing wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Li Yuan? I haven't heard of it, what's wrong?" Garo shook his head in absent mind: "Nothing."

Li Bing saw that Gala seemed to have something to do, but she didn't want such a quiet and beautiful moment, so she mentioned those unhappy things. Gala suddenly said: "If you can live an ordinary life like this, you can't go back."

Li Bing said: "Go back? You don't want to stay in Yang's mansion and want to go back to Dugu's house?" Gala shook his head and fell into silence again.

But this silence made Gala enjoy it very much. He didn't have to turn his mind quickly, thinking about how he would answer the elders' questions in the next second, and no longer had to worry about the battle between the Yang family, Dugu family and Yuwen family every day.

Unfortunately, the weather was not beautiful. The sky was clear just now, but since the beginning, the city was covered with dark clouds. A thunderclap scared Gala so much that he squatted on the ground and shrank into a ball.

Li Bing looked at the sky: "The thunderstorm in summer comes as soon as possible." Looking back, Gala shrank in the corner where the shed was piled with debris, trembling.

Li Bing walked up to Gala: "Gala, what's wrong with you?" Gala's forehead was covered with sweat and his face was pale. She didn't speak, but just kept shaking her head.

Then dense raindrops fell, the shed was disrepaired for so long, it rained heavily outside the house, and it rained lightly in the shed. Li Bing and Gala were wet.

Li Bing said, "Galao is gone, let's go into the house to shelter from the rain!" Gala was still motionless. Li Bing could only pick her up, but unexpectedly angered Gala, and Gala pushed him away.

Li Bing has known Gala for so long and has never seen Gala like this. Li Bing suddenly felt a little sad. In fact, he did not know Gala much.

The heavy rain wrapped the hail, crackling and hitting the shaking wooden shed. Li Bing said: "This wooden shed is about to collapse! Gala! Gala!"

Gala was still motionless. Li Bing could only force Gala to pick it up. Gala struggled while crying, broke free from Li Bing's arms and fell to the brick floor.

Gala cried bitterly in the rain. Gala herself didn't know why the bones in her body seemed to be separated, as if a heavy punch hit her heart. Her heart was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Gala lay on the ground in the rain, crying all the time. She cried as long as the rain lasted. When the rain stopped, she gradually calmed down.

Li Bing put Gala, who was soaked and tightened into a ball, on the bed, and she was still in a coma. Looking at Gala who was only fourteen years old and had not matured, Li Bing suddenly remembered what his father Li Hu said to him.

When Li Hu just learned that Gala loved him, he once said to himself: "Illegal women with talent are probably not lucky people. Such special people often have hidden diseases. I am afraid that their beauty will be poor!"

Li Bing didn't know if Gala really had hidden illness, but Gala never told him about his past and rarely mentioned his parents. Li Bing was a little concerned at this time.

Another hour passed, Gala woke up and saw Li Bing still holding a candlestick and illuminating the map. He felt a little sad. Could this be the hero he liked?

The person who has been looking forward to this country for the rest of his life still has not been able to obtain this country in the end. Gala is not saying whether he is sad for himself or Li Bing.

Gala was frigid and couldn't help coughing twice. Li Bing walked to his bed and said, "How do you feel when you wake up? I've asked Qin Jun to boil the medicine and I'll get it."

Garo held his hand: "I want to have a meal with me." Li Bing looked at her sad eyes and nodded.

Gala and Li Bing had a meal between mid-day, noon and late. Li Bing looked at Gala and said awkwardly: "You have to have supper with the old lady later, so don't force it if you can't eat it."

But Gala smiled and shook his head: "I tell you that eating at this time is a matter of quality, called afternoon tea. Eating afternoon tea with ease is a great joy in life."

Before he had time to cook, Li Bing originally wanted Qin Jun to go out to buy dishes a few times, but Gala was going to go back to Yang's mansion before supper, and it was too late.

Gala and Li Bing chewed the rice with no taste. Gala said: "We have known each other for so long, and it seems that this is the first time we have eaten together."

Li Bing nodded stiffly. Galo asked, "What was the scene when I first met me? Do you still remember?" Li Bing was stumped by this sudden questioning.

Li Bing opened his mouth: "That's... I really forgot about this." Garo nodded and continued to lower his head to add food to his mouth.

Gala said again: "The flower market will be closed in one hour. You ask Qin Jun to go to the flower market to buy me a few pots of my favorite flowers and send them to Yang Mansion. When I came out, I told the old lady that I wanted to buy flowers."

Li Bing was caught off guard and muttered in a low voice: "Flower, what kind of flowers do you want to buy?" Gala just had a meal and pretended that he hadn't heard it.

After dinner, Li Bing and Gala sat for a while and played a chess game. Gala asked him to take five steps, but Li Bing still couldn't play Gala.

Li Bing sent Gala to the door: "Flowers... I'll send them to Yang's house later, take care of them!" Qin Jun went to the flower market and ordered the flowers.

Li Bing asked: "What kind of flowers did you order?" Qin Jun said: "Young master, you asked me to do it. I asked the boss, and the boss said that the most popular wife is peony now, so she ordered peony."

Li Bing was a little dissatisfied. Qin Jun added: "Young Master, I have already inquired about it. The most ordered flowers in Dugu Mansion and Yang Mansion are peonies."

Li Bing nodded. Qin Jun said: "Young Master, Miss Seven just suffered such a big fright. You should ask the reason. It's definitely not just because you're afraid of thunder and it's like crazy!"

Li Bing's face looked very bad, but he didn't say anything. Although he was a little curious, he had never accepted and paid for these love affairs.

It is better to have less than more things. Even if Li Bing notices what Gala is feeling, he will pretend that he doesn't know. Not comforting or quarreling is Li Bing's usual attitude.

Li Bing firmly believes that time is the best medicine. If Gala really loves him, he will forgive and understand him no matter what. If Gala does not love him so deeply, when it is time to break up, he will not have to keep him if he is reluctant to leave.

However, the questions that Gala asked him today seemed to be questioning him, does he love Gala? Li Bing never thought about this.

A good look was always surrounded by countless suitors. Li Bing had no need to love anyone, but he could get the love of so many people.

The same is true for Gala. She did not give anything, but she also received the admiration of many men. Li Bing thought that the two of them were consistent on this point, but the fact seemed to be not the case.

It was getting late, so it was too late to take a detour to the market to buy a piece of clothing and change into a piece of clothing of unknown origin, which was easy to leave a message to people who love to gossip.

Gala went back in clothes that were wet and warm and dried by his body. Yang Jian was shocked when he saw her like a chicken, "Hongyu, hurry up and find clothes for Miss Seven to change. Rong Hui, go and ask someone to prepare the bath water."

Yang Jian was nagging like an old woman: "You obviously love to get sick, why don't you pay attention? The April weather changes as soon as you say it, and you don't know how to bring an umbrella!"
Chapter completed!