The wind in autumn started to be a little cold. After three days, it rained heavily in the north of Daxia, where it rarely rained throughout the summer. Both the northern Mongolian and Daxia troops stopped and it was difficult to march.
The war, at this most critical time, had a brief pause, and the capitals of the armies watched the rain and remained silent.
Seeing the heavy rain, Ning Chen also hadn't left the underworld for three days. Looking at the Shetian Arrow in his hand, hesitation flashed in his eyes.
It rained for two days in a row. After two days, the rain gradually decreased. Fan Lingyue went out of the camp for the first time in the northern Mongolia camp. She sat in a wheelchair and looked at the sky outside. The once beautiful and bright eyes have now faded. Nine points of light, extremely dim.
A gentle cough sounded, blood fell, and flowed into the distance along the rain on the ground. In the tent, Jingye was screaming constantly at the beginning, and seemed to feel the end of the master.
The nineteen guards stood aside without saying a word, quietly guarding their military advisor.
I don't know when, the rain has stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated. Fan Lingyue raised his head and said softly, "Pull out the camp and set off."
"Yes"
The nineteen personal guards bowed respectfully and went down to give orders.
As the night fell, in the Netherworld Mansion, Ning Chen saw the rain that had stopped, and was silent for a long time.
The remaining 70,000 troops of the Barbarian Dynasty, the Daxia Imperial Army, and 18,000 light cavalrymen, rushed south.
The light cavalry sped up their march, circled in front of the northern Mongolian army, and tried their best to contain the pace of the northern Mongolian army.
The Great Xia Imperial Army traveled day and night, rushing towards a distant city.
This is the last barrier before the Great Xia Imperial City, and it will be the final battleground.
In the Beimeng Palace, the lanterns are decorated and the festive atmosphere can be felt everywhere. The emperor's acceptance is a major event for the entire Beimeng royal court.
After the Donglin Wang family entered Northern Mongolia, they quickly took root, and with the support of the royal family, they soon became a strong contender for the eleventh largest family.
The Wang family has no roots in Northern Mongolia, and must choose to cooperate with the royal family and the Ming family. The two are mutually beneficial, and it is also a good way to suppress other major families.
Su Feiyan entered the palace to become the queen, which is irreversible. Fan Lingyue pushed this matter with one hand, and her attitude became tougher day by day, even Mingyue had nothing to do.
Tianmenguan, Yang Hong, who has been guarding this place for the first time, left for the first time, came to the North Mongolia camp, and left with Fan Lingyue.
In the evening, a letter was delivered to King Haowu's camp, Xia Ziyi waited until Ning Chen and handed it over without asking any further questions.
After reading the letter in his hand, Ning Chen didn't say anything, and went north in the ghost sedan chair.
In the Beimeng Palace, in the brightly lit palace, Mingyue sat in front of the mirror, and all the maids and eunuchs in the entire palace were sent back.
Fan Lingyue stood behind Mingyue, her beautiful face was gentle, and she carefully dressed Mingyue.
The figures in the mirror, one big and one small, the same beauty, the same tranquility.
The good side is always revealed in front of the most important people. Fan Lingyue is no longer the number one military strategist in Northern Mongolia at this moment, but an elder sister who dresses up for her younger sister.
After Mingyue accepts, it means a lot to Fan Lingyue. The little girl brought up by one hand has finally come to marry.
"Sister Lingyue, do you think the bad guys will come?" Mingyue asked softly.
"Yes," Fan Lingyue said with a gentle smile.
There was a happy smile on Mingyue's face. If her sister said that if he came, then he would definitely come.
After dressing up, Fan Lingyue put on the dragon robe for Mingyue and put on the Mianqi. The pretty little girl who was just now looked like an emperor.
The two walked out of the back hall hand in hand and walked towards the front hall.
In the hall, all the important officials of Beimeng arrived, as well as the patriarchs of the ten great families, all of them sat respectfully in the hall at this moment, not daring to be rude at all.
Everyone present knows that she is back, the military advisor of Beimeng, is back.
Fan Lingyue's status and prestige in the royal court of Northern Mongolia has already surpassed all the emperors from ancient times to the present. Emperors have powerful ministers, treacherous ministers, and jesters. However, during the eight years that Fan Lingyue was in power, all the ministers were crawling, and there was no one. One dares to overstep.
The almost deified Beimeng military division, relying on the existence of one person, shocked the entire Beimeng royal court, making everyone suppress the wrong thoughts in their hearts.
The moment Fan Lingyue appeared with Mingyue, everyone's bodies kept unconsciously, and they sat more standardly.
On the other side, Su Feiyan, who was dressed in a bright red dress, was also helped by the palace maid to go to the main hall, with a red hijab covering her head, hiding her beautiful face.
Fan Lingyue nodded with satisfaction, and then walked towards one of the two positions that had been vacant in the hall.
After the emperor was accepted, the etiquette was very complicated. Mingyue did not like trouble and protested resolutely. The old minister, who was in charge of everything in the DPRK, had no choice but to remove most of the complicated etiquette, leaving only the most important parts.
The guests are here, the emperor is seated, and the ceremony is about to start, but the person who Mingyue is waiting for has not come yet, the little girl is a little impatient, looking at Fan Lingyue in the seat, her face shows the meaning of inquiry.
Fan Lingyue smiled and signaled not to worry.
At this moment, in the palace, a ghost sedan swooped in, and before the guards on patrol could react, they were shocked by the sword intent from the sedan.
Before the ghost sedan came to the main hall, Ning Chen walked out, put away the ghost sedan with a wave of his hand, and walked in directly.
Everyone present was stunned, and after a brief absence, they immediately realized who was coming.
At this time, unlike in the past, the portrait of Daxia Zhiminghou has already spread throughout the entire Beimeng royal court, and there are very few people in the world who can break into the Beimeng palace. After thinking about it, it is not difficult to guess.
After Mingyue saw Ning Chen coming, her anxious little face immediately laughed happily, if it weren't for the fact that so many people couldn't be too casual, she would have rushed over.
"sit"
Fan Lingyue glanced at the position around her and said calmly.
Ning Chen didn't shirk, stepped forward and sat on it.
Many of the ministers were dissatisfied, but no one dared to oppose it.
Only the old Shang Shuling smiled and nodded to Ning Chen as a greeting.
Ning Chen also nodded in return. He had seen this old man. The last time he stole Xiao Mingyue, this old man was the most furious.
Under the red hijab, Su Feiyan felt Ning Chen's breath, her slender hands were clenched and her hair was white, but when she was about to bear it, she heard a biting cold snort, and she immediately put away the murderous intent in shock. , forcibly endure the hatred.
Only then did Fan Lingyue take back her icy gaze, glanced at Ning Chen beside her, and said calmly, "Everything will be discussed later tonight."
Ning Chen nodded, he also noticed who the woman under the red hijab was, but today was the day of Mingyue's big wedding, and everything had to be dealt with later.
At the beginning of the ceremony, Mingyue and Su Feiyan wanted to toast their elders. Originally, the first cup of wine was to be toasted by the father and the queen. However, when Mingyue was just born, the old emperor and the queen had already died. This cup of wine can only be Respect to other elders.
There are still many royal clansmen, and many of them are very senior. However, Mingyue's first glass of wine was given to Fan Lingyue.
The eldest sister is like a mother. In Mingyue's eyes, Fan Lingyue is both the eldest sister and her mother. This glass of wine is a matter of course.
Not a single one of the officials present said anything, and even the elders of the royal family remained silent. They did not dare to take His Majesty's first glass of wine. In this world, only Fan Lingyue could bear it.
Fan Lingyue took the wine and drank it all in one go. The gentleness in her eyes could not be dissolved at this moment. From today, even if the little girl grows up, she can finally leave with confidence.
For the second glass of wine, Mingyue still didn't present it to the elders of the royal family, but walked to Ning Chen and handed the glass to her.
The old Shang Shu was startled, he was about to speak, but was stopped.
Fan Lingyue shook her head gently, the meaning is obvious, let her go.
Ning Chen didn't care what others thought, took the wine, and just subconsciously reached out and rubbed the little girl's head, but found that Mingyue was wearing a Mian again on her head.
Ning Chen smiled lightly, he almost forgot, Xiao Mingyue is now the emperor again.
In the mouth, the wine is a bit spicy, a bit bitter, and a bit mellow.
The third cup of wine, Mingyue Jing gave the old Shang Shuling, this old man who has been against her, has really gotten older in the past two years.
The old Shang Shu made his eyes suddenly wet, took the wine glass tremblingly, and said several good, good words in a row.
After so many years of suffering and exhaustion, this glass of wine is worth it.
Ning Chen looked at the old minister and sighed softly in his heart, with such a minister, Mingyue's future path should be much easier.
For the next wine, it was finally the turn of several clan elders of the royal family, and then the clan members. The speed of Mingyue toasting was obviously much faster, one cup after another, and the scene was quickly over.
After most of the child's time, the emperor's wedding was over, all the ministers left one after another, and Su Feiyan was also taken to the bedroom. After a while, only Ning Chen, Fan Lingyue and Mingyue were left in the entire front hall. .
Mingyue couldn't bear it any longer, and hugged her up, Ning Chen chuckled, patted the little girl's back, and said, "Mingyue has grown into a big girl, and she has her own queen."
"You laugh at me too" Mingyue wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, dissatisfied.
"Heh" Ning Chen gently pushed the little girl away and said with a smile, "Do you still have the jade pendant I gave you?"
"En" Mingyue took it out of her neck, and she was wearing it all the time.
The jade pendant was in the shape of a half-curved moon. It was sent by the eldest grandson, and it was also the most important thing for Ning Chen, and later passed it on to Mingyue.
Looking at this jade pendant, Ning Chen bit his finger, his body was running, a drop of bright red blood dripped on it, and instantly disappeared into the jade pendant.
"Wear it well," Ning Chen said softly.
"En" Mingyue nodded obediently and replied.
Beside him, Fan Lingyue looked at Ning Chen's fingers, the black blood was looming, and there was no trace of red.
The two stayed with Xiao Mingyue for a while, and after all, it was time to go.
Ning Chen was going back to the underworld, and Fan Lingyue could no longer suppress the outbreak of the disease. In Xiao Mingyue's tears, the two of them tacitly left together and relentlessly. The moment they just left the palace, Fan Lingyue staggered, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and the blood stained the blue clothes.