Beimeng captured Jialing City, which was beyond everyone's expectations. This was not a very important city, so the guards were relatively weak, and the intentions of the Beimeng military division were really unpredictable.
The rebellions of many cities are also true and false, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. When the news of the failure of the third prince to force the palace came out, the rebels from all walks of life had been fighting with the defenders for several days.
The fire of the rebellion almost burned through the entire dynasty, making Da Xia, who was already short of major generals, even more stretched, and it was difficult to balance both ends.
In Beichui City, Taiping Hou and Xueyi Hou were in a dilemma. The total number of troops in Beichui City was only 70,000. The defense of the city was okay.
As for the imperial city, after the army of 100,000 people brought back by Qing Ning helped suppress the rebellion in the city, they immediately headed north, led by Duke Jing Wu in person, to stop the Northern Mongolian offensive.
After that night, after the eldest prince returned to the mansion, he never came out again. The eldest grandson also returned to the Weiyang Palace and no longer interfered in any government affairs.
Almost all those who supported Daxia's situation in the past have withdrawn from the stage of history, and Daxia has entered a new era.
After Xia Mingri ascended the throne, he carried out a major clean-up of the Taili Division, and the officials up and down were replaced cleanly.
Tai Lisi, the West Hall, Yin Wugou, who took off his red robe, looked at the imperial decree lying quietly in front of him, silently and silently, without saying a word.
After a long time, Yin Wugou picked up the blood sword in his hand and slashed a row of red candles on the table. Immediately, the ten-zhang red silk was lit, and the fire rushed and burned wildly.
"Shang Han, the master once said that he would give me a different life. Now, he has fulfilled his promise, why can't I be happy?"
Seeing that the burning red silk ribbon set the entire West Hall on fire, Yin Wugou sighed softly and said.
"Young master, you have changed and become concerned"
Shang Han looked at the son who had followed him all his life, and immediately persuaded softly, "Master, let's go, don't let down the good intentions of the boss"
"Um"
The two left, the cold wind blew through, intensifying the fire, and with a bang, the imperial decree on the table fell to the ground and spread out, and then thirteen characters were slowly revealed.
"Yin Wugou, the Assassin Sage, the sin is unforgivable, give me death!"
On the other side, in front of Kong Yu, there is also an imperial decree, "Kong Yu, the red-clothed guard, has done a good job in suppressing the rebellion, and specially seals the Taili Si Shaoqing, and temporarily manages the affairs of the Sizhong. I approve this!"
Kong Yu likes power, but Yin Wugou is the opposite. He's already tired of all this. Therefore, Ning Chen's arrangements for the two are also completely different. This is the last thing he can do for them.
Yin Wugou retired, Kong Yu came to power, and the change in the Taili Division was only a microcosm of the change of the imperial regime, and the alternation of the old and the new had become an irreversible fact.
After Duke Xiyu's death, one of the three dukes was missing, but Xia Mingri never mentioned the matter of conferring dukes. Everyone in the world knew who this position was reserved for, but unfortunately, there was no such opportunity.
Among the imperial court, the historian became the most difficult person, but he never dared to write the final record of the Marquis Zhiming.
The three historians have petitioned the Holy Master more than once to ask how to write it. However, the documents they handed over ended up sinking into the sea, and there was no response.
As a result, the records about the Marquis Zhiming only mentioned the suppression of the rebellion that night, and nothing was written after that.
In the underworld, where ghosts are full of ghosts, and where the sun has not been seen for many years, Prince Yan and the ghost girl looked at Ning Chen on the stone bed with a silent expression.
At the last moment, in order to protect Ning Chen's life, the ghost girl ate Huang Quanhua, a kind of flower that is the most poisonous in the world.
Huangquanhua, born at the bottom of weak water, after mortals take it, the flesh will gradually rot and turn into a state of immortality and immortality.
It can be said that after eating Huangquan flowers, you can't survive, and you can't die.
Prince Yan was helping Ning Chen resist the poison of Huang Quanhua day and night with his true energy, and temporarily keep the latter's body from rot, but after all, this is not a long-term method.
"In the world, is there anything that can cure the poison of Huangquan flowers?" Prince Yan asked.
"No," the ghost girl shook her head.
There is no cure for the poison of Huangquan, and it is precisely in this way that it is possible to overbearingly turn a dying person into a state of immortality and immortality.
Prince Yan was silent for a long time, and then he said, "This prince goes out and will be back soon, you take care of him"
"Senior, please rest assured." The ghost girl nodded in response.
Prince Yan left, the ghost girl stood beside the bed, her pale and slender hands stretched out, and the ghostly energy filled the air, surrounding Ning Chen, and a trace of yellow spring poison flew out, and immediately disappeared into the ghost girl's mouth.
She didn't finish her words. Although there is nothing in the world that can cure the poison of Huangquan, there are people who can solve the poison of Huangquan.
However, Ning Chen is now relying on Huang Quanhua to hang his life, and once the poison is removed, his life will be gone.
Half a day later, Prince Yan returned with Jiu Miao Lilihua.
"Senior, it's useless," the ghost girl shook her head.
Jiu Miao Clutch Flower can't regenerate the most important parts such as internal organs and head. In Ning Chen's current situation, all internal organs and six internal organs have been severely damaged by the fire of the sky.
Prince Yan stepped forward and checked Ning Chen's situation, but there was still no improvement, only one breath was left.
"If the power of Huang Quanhua is fully released, he can survive, but"
Having said that, the ghost girl didn't continue talking, but if that was the case, Ning Chen would really turn into a monster that didn't live or die.
"Let him wake up and decide for himself"
Prince Yan sighed softly, his sword fingers condensed, the vast infuriating energy pulled the yellow spring flower in Ning Chen's body, and quickly released the power of the yellow spring.
At the same time, Ning Chen's whole body began to show signs of erosion. Seeing this, the ghost girl opened her red lips lightly and sucked the excess strength into her mouth.
A strange look flashed in Prince Yan's eyes, but he didn't say anything, and continued to help Ning Chen wake up.
After half an hour, Ning Chen's face flashed a painful color, his eyes slowly opened, and there was a dark and dead silence.
Prince Yan withdrew his hands and stood aside, waiting for the former to wake up.
After a while, Ning Chen returned to his senses and wanted to move, but found that except for his right hand, he couldn't move his entire body.
"Ning Chen"
Prince Yan opened his mouth, and after briefly explaining the matter, he asked calmly, "Tell me, your choice."
Ning Chen was silent for a long time, and Prince Yan did not urge him and waited patiently.
"I choose to live." After a long time, Ning Chen opened his mouth and said softly.
"Is it at the expense of becoming a monster?" Prince Yan asked.
"Do whatever you want!" Ning Chen confirmed.
"This king respects your choice," Prince Yan nodded, and immediately continued, "From now on, you will stay in the underworld, and this king will try to help you find a cure, but don't hold out too much hope."
"Thank you, senior," Ning Chen said seriously.
Prince Yan left, and the ghost girl picked up the Jiu Miao clutch flower on the side, thought for a while, and asked, "Would you like to send it to me?"
"Take it," Ning Chen said casually.
"Thank you, by the way, do you want to stand up?" the ghost girl asked.
"What price will it cost?" Ning Chen asked.
"The whole body is rotting," the ghost girl replied.
"No, that's fine." Ning Chen shook his head.
"Then I'll make you a wheelchair," the ghost girl said.
"Thank you," Ning Chen thanked.
After half a day, the ghost girl made a simple wheelchair and put Ning Chen on it as a means of transportation.
Although Huang Quanhua's power had not been fully released, Ning Chen's body inevitably began to show signs of corrosion. Whenever this time, the ghost girl would help to suck away the excess power, barely keeping the former from turning into a monster.
"Ghost girl, can you send me a letter?" Ning Chen whispered.
"If you have someone you can't worry about, I can lend you the ghost sedan chair and just drive back before dawn," the ghost girl replied.
"No, they will be more worried when they see what I look like now." Ning Chen shook his head.
The ghost girl said no more, and took advantage of the night to leave the underworld.
Ning Chen was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at his cracked and rotten right arm, silent, it was the only hand he could move, but it was also the place where his whole body rotted the fastest.
It turned out that this is the feeling of life rather than death.
To live, there is a price to pay, this is his choice, no one can blame anyone.
The Great Xia Palace, gloomy and ghostly, black and white impermanent, bull-headed and horse-faced, just as the patrolling forbidden army was about to stop it, it was shocked and flew out by a powerful force.
There was no disagreement, because the ghost girl didn't mean to speak at all, she went straight all the way, and swept in the direction of Weiyang Palace.
In the Tianyu Hall, a forbidden army quickly walked into the report. After Xia Mingri heard that the person was a ghost girl, he sighed softly, "Don't stop her, let her go."
The ghost sedan drove into the Weiyang Palace, and Liming was the first to sense it, and her figure flashed, blocking the front.
"It's you." Lime looked shocked and lost his voice.
"This is his letter to you." In the ghost sedan chair, the ghost girl waved her hand, and a streamer flew out and swept forward.
Liming took the letter and hurriedly asked, "How is he!"
"Read the letter for yourself"
Between the voices, the ghost sedan left without any stop, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Lime opened the letter in her hand, and after reading it, tears flowed unconsciously.
Few strokes, extremely simple, "I'm still alive, don't worry"
Familiar handwriting, reflected in tears, the only sentence was their greatest comfort.
Qing Ning came to the eldest grandson's room, knocked on the door, and walked in.
The room was very dark, only one candle was lit. The eldest grandson was sitting at the table, looking at the moon-shaped jade pendant in his hand, his eyes were bloodshot and dull, obviously he hadn't slept for several days.
"Niangniang, he is still alive" Qing Ning put the letter in front of her eldest grandson and said softly.
The eldest grandson was startled and looked at the handwriting in the letter. After a while, tears fell like rain.
In the Man Palace, A Man woke up and sat on the bed in a daze. She could feel why he was still alive, why she was still so uncomfortable.
In the Netherworld, the ghost girl came back and saw that Ning Chen's body was rotting again, she immediately stepped forward and inhaled the poison of Huang Quan into her body.
"Don't blame me for talking too much. It's impossible for your body to recover. Moreover, with the erosion of toxicity, you will gradually lose your self-consciousness and become a real living dead." "Ha" Ning Chen smiled tiredly. Said, "It sounds terrible. If this day comes, you can sink me under the weak water, so as not to scare others."