The eldest grandson has been thinking about it for a long time, and in front of him, Lime and the sword worship also knelt for a long time.
"Lime, get ready for pen and ink"
After a long time, the eldest grandson sighed and said.
"Yes"
Li Ning got up and quickly fetched the pen and ink and put it on the table beside the eldest grandson.
The eldest grandson quickly wrote two letters, folded them, handed them to Lime, and said seriously:
"Two letters, one sent to Marquis Kaixuan Mansion, the other placed on Ning Chen's body, and handed over to the dean of Tiancang Academy"
Lime took the letter and immediately went out to make arrangements.
The sword worshiped and thanked, and the tired face flashed a hint of relief. If the one who was willing to take action, then Ning Chen would be saved.
The two left, the eldest grandson looked at Ning Chen in front of him, his eyes were full of complexity, no matter what you said, you have won 20,000 war horses for Da Xia.
After a while, Qing Ning walked back, took Ning Chen away, and immediately left the palace all the way.
Not long after Limefang left, an urgent order came from the north, causing the eldest grandson's expression to change dramatically in an instant.
The Royal Court of Northern Mongolia has dispatched troops!
This is a big event, and the peace that has been maintained for nearly two decades has finally been broken.
However, this time the person leading the troops was no longer the former Marshal of Northern Mongolia, but a woman named Fan Lingyue.
How could the royal court of Beimeng, with its unrestrained folk customs and worship of the strong, let a woman lead the army, which puzzled many people in Daxia.
However, the eldest grandson, who has been paying attention to the changes in the Northern Mongolian Royal Court in recent years, knows very well how terrible this woman named Fan Lingyue is.
This time, Da Xia really encountered the most powerful opponent.
With Beiwuhou in the northern border, it should not be a problem in a short period of time, but this time the Northern Mongolian Royal Court is coming and it will be extremely difficult to resist.
Far away in Beizhangyuan, Fan Lingyue sat in front of the army, watching the war machines move forward slowly, a faint sadness flashed on her beautiful and pale face.
"cough cough"
As the cold wind blew, Fan Lingyue covered her mouth and coughed a few times, looking at the slightly blood-red palms of her hands, and immediately covered it up quietly.
"Military, please also pay attention to your body"
Beside Fan Lingyue, the young general who was always with him looked worried and said.
"kindness"
Fan Lingyue nodded, glanced at the direction of the Daxia Imperial City in the distance, sighed softly, and then turned around and walked towards the handsome tent.
It's a pity that Daxia's luck has not yet reached its most declining time. However, Wujun of the first hall of the Eternal Night Sect has left the customs, and the dispatch of troops can no longer be delayed. The most important thing is that her time is running out. …
The resources of the country she was born in are so scarce, and most of the people have lived in poverty for many years. If you want to solve this problem, you can only invade and invade everything.
The marshal of the Beimeng Royal Court is old, and the current king is still young and cowardly. She can only lead the troops herself and help the Beimeng Royal Court to build a huge dynasty as much as possible.
And Da Xia was the biggest obstacle in front of her, she had no choice.
The only unfortunate thing is that some of the secret chess she had laid before were messed up, otherwise, the current situation would be more favorable to the Beimeng Royal Court.
That little eunuch named Ning Chen appeared too suddenly and too strangely, no matter what, he must get rid of it.
The thing she dislikes most in her life is variables!
"How's the talk with Eternal Night God Sect over there?"
In front of the tent, Fan Lingyue paused slightly and asked softly.
"Ye Wujun agreed to send 10,000 temple heavy armor, but he put forward the condition that the original 20,000 warhorses should be increased to 30,000," the young general replied respectfully.
"Change, tell Qingyou, don't delay any longer, and ship the heavy armor back as soon as possible."
Fan Lingyue narrowed her eyes and said softly, the most important thing in Beimeng's court is horses. In comparison, Ten Thousand Temple Heavy Armor plays a much greater role in her hands.
Not only does she have a big heart for the Eternal Night Sect, she also has the guts to pull out her teeth when she seeks skin from a tiger. Now the biggest enemy of both sides is Daxia, and the Northern Mongolian Royal Court and the Eternal Night Sect are far from conflicting in a short period of time.
"Yes." The young general nodded, and immediately watched Fan Lingyue walk into the tent.
As long as there is no summons or extremely important matters, the military advisor's tent is not allowed to enter. This is the rule, the rule established by the military advisor.
In the military tent, coughing sounds were heard from time to time, slight but so clear.
…
When the Northern Mongolian Royal Court dispatched troops, in the west of Daxia, the first temple of Yongye was located on the high stone steps.
After the ban is lifted, the No. 1 Temple of Eternal Night, which once shook the world, reappears in the world, which will undoubtedly bring the most drastic changes to the world.
In the first shrine guarded by all the halls, a tall figure sat on the throne, staring into the distance with his eyes staring at the world, and the surrounding space was distorted with a powerful breath.
This is the number one powerhouse in the world, the first temple master of the Eternal Night Divine Sect, a tyrannical existence that transcends the boundaries of the acquired world.
In an ancient city not far from here, a man dressed in blood and of indistinguishable age opened his eyes at the same time, looking towards the west, his expression gradually became solemn.
He knew that the Martial Lord of the Eternal Night Sect was about to set off on an expedition.
The Martial Monarchs of the Eternal Night Sect were all brave and good at fighting, and warlike people, once they left the customs, wars would definitely arise.
The blood-clothed Hou got up, summoned the lieutenant, gave a few words, and then walked to the city alone, waiting for the war to ignite.
The Marquis of Daxia also existed for the sake of war.
In the Great Xia Palace, one after another secret report was sent to the Tianyu Hall. The Emperor Xia, who was sitting on the dragon chair, had a condensed expression like water, and his eyes were constantly flashing with icy splendor as he watched the sealed report.
The war has not yet officially started. However, the aura of war has spread rapidly in the Daxia Imperial City. In just three days, one after another sentinel horses came from the west and northern Xinjiang, and other secret communication methods were added to tell the story in detail. situation on the front lines.
The people of the imperial city did not panic too much. Daxia has been prosperous for a thousand years and has been invincible for a thousand years. It has also made the people of Daxia develop an indescribable self-confidence, and they do not hesitate to think that Daxia will not lose.
Regardless of whether this confidence is good or bad, at least the soldiers who maintain law and order in the imperial city breathe a sigh of relief.
The people are still living as usual, and at most they have more food to talk about.
Of course, the splendid rumors of the heroic little eunuch who fought bravely against the messenger of the True Kingdom in the palace still occupy most of the chapters of the storyteller and the tavern boy.
So legendary, so popular, this is the truth that never changes.
No one knew that the protagonist they were talking about had already walked around Huangquan Road, but in the end, he was rescued by the more legendary president of Tiancang Academy.
However, although his life was saved, Ning Chen was disabled due to the severe injuries to his meridians and the broken leg bones.
Whether it is acceptable or not, this has become a fact, so there is a young man who often sits in a wheelchair in a daze in the academy.
The academy did not support idlers, and Ning Chen was an academy that was forced to enter through the back door with relatives who could not be farther away from the Marquis of Kaixuan, so he had no privileges.
Therefore, the academy arranged for him the only job he could do now, chopping wood!
Most of the students in the academy were sons of noble families, and the worst ones entered in the name of geniuses that were rare in ten years. It could be said that there were a lot of talents, and there were so many geniuses all over the street. Ning Chen was naturally the worst in such a group. obvious.
The Marquis of Kaixuan's mansion is famous, but Ning Chen, a relative who is obviously incompetent, is destined to not touch the light of too many military gods.
The eldest grandson thought so too, so he didn't plan to assign such a dazzling identity to Ning Chen.
And the dean who healed Ning Chen had disappeared when he woke up, and all the rest of the arrangements were made by a middle-aged man.
It was obvious that the middle-aged man did not look down on Ning Chen, but he did not deliberately embarrass him. After arranging work, he left.
Over time, Ning Chen has become a very special existence in the academy. Students are not students, and teachers are not teachers.
To put it simply, it is a chores who can freely enter and leave the academy.
And since his legs were crippled, Ning Chen has become silent, and the smile of the past has never been seen again. Many times, sitting there in a daze is an hour.
In the days of the academy, apart from chopping firewood every day, I practiced and seldom spoke. After a long time, the students of the academy even thought that he was a mute.
Chopping wood is a very monotonous job. Ning Chen has a foundation in martial arts, and he is easier to chop than ordinary people. He chops and chops, and every time he goes down, he can chop two kinds of wood that are almost the same size.
Day by day, the wood-chopping knives became dull one after another, silent and silent, and the people in the academy were used to having such a weird person around, so they didn't take it at all.
The academy is actually very big. The place where Ning Chen is located is the quietest corner. There are not many students, so there is less trouble.
There are several gentlemen and a master in the academy. The master is old, and he rarely teaches or listens.
However, Ning Chen liked Master's class, and listened to every class, and listened very seriously.
The Master was an old man who was even more silent than him, with white beard and white hair. He was really old, and it took a long time to finish a class, so the young students didn't have the patience to listen.
The Master is very knowledgeable, proficient in poetry, calligraphy, etiquette and Yi. In the words of the Master, the longer you live, the more you will naturally know.
Ning Chen has slowed down since his legs were crippled. He walked slowly and learned slowly. Therefore, he likes a master who is also very slow.
Sometimes, the Master took a class for a day to finish the lecture, and everyone was finished, leaving Ning Chen alone in the humble classroom, and the Master would slowly finish the class.
In the evening, Ning Chen went back and chopped up the firewood that was not chopped during the day. The rest of the time was either cultivating or sleeping. It was very simple, and there was nothing else to do.
…
In the autumn of this year, Daxia promulgated a new calendar to record the beginning of the war.
In the autumn of the first year of the new lunar calendar, the king of Northern Mongolia raised his army, and 300,000 Chen soldiers were in Beizhangyuan, ready to attack Daxia in a large scale.
However, a heavy snowfall that was brought forward by nearly a month changed all that, delaying the coming war by a full four months.
This was a sudden and heavy snowfall. No one expected it. Qin Tianjian in Daxia did not expect it, nor did Fan Lingyue in the Northern Mongolian Royal Court. It came so suddenly that everyone's plans were disrupted. .
It also snowed in the academy, and it might not be a problem for others, but for Ning Chen, it was a big trouble. It was difficult for a wheelchair to walk in the snow, so he was even slower.
Later, he found that the master was also slow, because the snow was heavy and the master was very old. Whether it was class or get out of class, he was a lot late, and the pace of the two happened to be together.
The only thing Ning Chen didn't expect was that since his legs were crippled, his cultivation had progressed faster than before. In two months, his cultivation had progressed to the fourth grade acquired.
Of course, this price was not what he wanted.
Moreover, when it snows, the legs will be very painful, the pain is piercing, the pain is piercing into the bone marrow, and the pain is life-threatening.
From this day on, Ning Chen began to dislike snow.
However, it backfired, the snow never meant to stop, it continued to fall for more than a month and it still did not clear up.
In this snowstorm, the academy's annual year-end assessment arrived.
Ning Chen was not a student, so he didn't need to be assessed, but was caught by a gentleman as a coolie.
The Master was old, so naturally the Master couldn't do the invigilation, so Ning Chen was arrested to invigorate the Master's class.
Moreover, this is what the Master requested.
Ning Chen also became the first acting Mr. Invigilator since the establishment of the academy. Fortunately, there are not many students who choose to take the Master's course, so it doesn't seem difficult to invigilate the exam...