In the Great Xia Imperial City, from autumn to winter, the first snow in early winter came without warning. Thousands of miles of ice were frozen, and thousands of miles of snow drifted.
Knowing the Marquis Mansion, Ning Chen stood in the courtyard, watching the snowflakes falling from the sky, with a faint smile on his face.
Winter is here and time flies so fast.
In the blizzard, the sword in the white night is getting faster and faster.
In a month's time, the sword of the peak has become more perfect. The rare swordsman in the world has progressed by leaps and bounds.
He taught martial arts in January, and Ning Chen complied with the agreement without reservations, and taught as much as Bai Ye could learn.
After a few breaths, the sword light dissipated, and in the snowstorm, Bai Ye's figure stopped, looking at Su Yi's figure in front of him, a complex light flashed in his cold eyes.
"It's time, let's go," Ning Chen said calmly.
Bai Ye clenched the sword in his hand tightly, his body surging with true energy, even better than a month ago.
"You are not my opponent yet, there is only one chance, if you fail, I will not keep it anymore," Ning Chen said lightly.
Bai Ye's body was shocked, his eyes regained his sanity, and he finally glanced at the person in front of him, then turned and left.
"Marquis Zhiming, you are making me more and more incomprehensible."
Not long after Bai Ye left, above the void, Dragon Gate appeared, a familiar figure walked out, and the powerful breath had reached the peak of Great Perfection.
"Long time no see, Yang Hong"
Ning Chen looked at the visitor and said.
"I'll bring His Majesty back to Beimeng"
Yang Hong looked indifferent.
"Can"
Ning Chen nodded and replied calmly.
In the west wing guest room, the door opened, and Mingyue in a gorgeous costume walked out. Behind him, Amethyst, who was recovering from serious injuries, followed and walked together.
"His Majesty"
Yang Hong half-kneeled and said respectfully.
"You don't need to be polite, Marquis Yang, let's go."
Mingyue said something and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.
Amethyst sighed in her heart and followed silently.
The three of them left, and the Hou Mansion became quiet again. Snowflakes fluttered in the sky, and Su Yi stood still, looking at the distant figure, silent.
"Actually, Mingyue doesn't want to leave"
I don't know when, behind Su Yi, Xin Yu came, dressed in palace attire, the face of the country and the city is more beautiful than the snow in the sky.
"I know"
Ning Chen replied softly, turned to look at the woman beside her, and said with a smile, "She has grown up and can no longer be as willful as a little girl. Protecting Beimeng is her choice and her responsibility."
"I really don't care anymore, don't worry?"
Xinyu raised her hand to brush the snowflakes off the former's body and said softly.
"Um"
Ning Chen nodded and said, "Yang Hong knows what to do. He is the one who Fan Lingyue left behind for Mingyue, and he can be trusted."
Xin Yu was silent, and after a while, she said softly, "Since the things here are done, let's go too."
"Where to go?" Ning Chen asked.
"Ordinary People's Home"
With a smile on Xinyu's face, she said, "I've been tired all these years. For the rest of the day, I just want to spend the rest of my life in a peaceful way, and I don't want to see these power struggles again."
"it is good"
Ning Chen nodded slightly and said, "Let's go"
The wind and snow drifted, and under the blue-and-white oil-paper umbrella, the two walked away from the Hou Mansion, just like in the past, they didn't seem to have anything special, and no one knew that the departure of the two would be forever.
In the Weiyang Palace, Qing Ning felt the breath of the two leaving, her eyes dimmed slightly. I hope she can be happy for the past 20 years.
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Half a year later, in the west of Daxia, a small remote town, the city in disrepair is full of the breath of the years, the people in the city work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
In a private school in the city, Lang Lang's reading sound came out. In the book hall, a figure in Suyi stood in front, patiently teaching more than ten children in front of him to read and write.
Outside the book hall, an old man with a gray beard looked at the young man in the hall and nodded his head in relief. He was old and could no longer teach. Now that this young man is here, he can safely entrust his children to him. .
"If you don't cut jade, you can't make a tool. If you don't learn it, you don't know righteousness."
"If you don't cut jade, you can't make a tool. People don't learn and don't know righteousness." In the hall, a young man in Suyi read a sentence. In front, more than a dozen children followed. Although he didn't particularly understand what it meant, he could read a book. It is already a very happy thing, the children of poor families are in charge of the family early, and they know the opportunity to study
It's not easy to come by, so cherish it.
"Being a son of man, Fang Shaoshi, relatives, teachers and friends, and practicing etiquette"
"Being a son of man, Fang Shaoshi, relatives, teachers and friends, and practicing etiquette"
One after another, the recitation came out from the hall. Outside the hall, the old gentleman stooped and walked towards the back of the private school step by step.
The half-day time passed quickly. When school was over, the children in the hall got up one after another, said goodbye to their husband, and then ran outside.
In the hall, a smile appeared on Ning Chen's face as he watched the children leave.
"gentlemen"
A little boy with a patch on his body stepped forward timidly and shouted in a low voice.
"Xiaowen, what's wrong?"
Ning Chen squatted down, reached out and rubbed the little boy's head, and asked softly.
"Sir, my mother is sick, I want to stay at home to take care of her," the little man said timidly.
Ning Chen thought about it for a while, and said, "You go home first, and later, sir, can you visit your house?"
"Um"
The little man nodded, packed his things, and trotted out of the school.
Seeing all the children leave, Ning Chen closed the door of the school and walked out of the private school.
"Aunt Su, have some tofu"
In front of the tofu stall along the street, Ning Chen stopped, looked at the woman in front, and said.
"It's Mr. Ning"
Behind the booth, a woman in coarse clothes smiled, looked at the girl beside her, and said, "Xiaomei, quickly get Mr. Ning a tofu."
"it is good"
The girl called Xiaomei wrapped the cut tofu and handed it to the person in front of her. Her pretty face blushed slightly and said, "Mr. Ning, the tofu you want."
"thanks"
Ning Chen smiled, took the tofu, put down the copper coins, and immediately walked towards the west.
"A scholar like Mr. Ning is really polite."
The woman looked at the young man who had gone away and said with emotion.
"Mother, it's getting late, let's pack up and go back too"
Su Mei retracted her gaze, looked at her mother beside her, and said.
"Um"
The woman nodded and started to clean up the tofu booth.
"Little eyebrows?"
"Um?"
Su Mei glanced over and wondered.
The woman hesitated for a moment, and after a while, she said softly, "Mr. Ning is a family man. You have seen his wife too. She was born just like the person in the painting, so"
"Mother, stop talking"
Su Mei interrupted the former's words, blushing slightly, and said with a hint of grievance, "I know what you mean, I won't be wishful thinking."
"Hey"
The woman sighed softly and said nothing more.
In the east of the city, in front of an ordinary small courtyard not far from the private school, Ning Chen pushed in the door, looked at the beautiful figure in the courtyard who was sorting out the medicine garden, and said with a smile, "I'm back."
Xinyu raised her head, smiled softly, and said, "Why is it a little late today?"
"I went to Aunt Su's place to buy some tofu, and it was a little late after walking an extra street," Ning Chen replied with a smile.
"I've been tired for a day, go back to the house and rest for a while, I'll cook"
Xin Yu got up and walked forward, took the tofu, and said softly.
"Um"
Ning Chen nodded and walked towards the house together.
Winter has just passed, and the weather is still a bit cold, but there is a fire in the room, which is much warmer than the outside.
It didn't take long for Xinyu to bring the prepared meal. The meal was very simple. One plate of tofu, one plate of green vegetables, and two bowls of rice were no different from ordinary people's homes.
"Xinyu, come out with me later."
Ning Chen said while eating.
"Is there a problem?"
Xinyu put some green vegetables in the bowl of the former, wondering.
"Xiaowen's mother is ill, I want you to help"
Ning Chen told the truth.
"it is good"
Xinyu nodded and said, "Let's go after dinner. It's easy to get sick during this season. I've also heard about the situation at the child's home. It doesn't seem to be very good, and I can't afford to hire a doctor."
It was getting dark outside, and after the two of them had eaten, they went out together.
On the night of early spring, a cold moon hangs high, almost no stars can be seen above the nine heavens, and the cold and lonely moonlit night is even more quiet.
The two walked on the street, seldom talked along the way, quietly accompanied each other, accompanied each other.
In half a year, it was rare for the two who had been running around and waited for thirty years to calm down.
Suddenly, a horse came rushing from the end of the street, breaking the peace, galloping past the two, and after a while, disappeared into the dark night.
"Didn't you meet?"
Ning Chen supported the woman beside him and said softly.
"No"
Xin Yu shook her head gently, her eyes looked straight ahead, and said, "It's a little strange, that person just now is very unfamiliar, so he shouldn't be from this place."
"Maybe it's a passerby"
Ning Chen responded, ignored it, and continued to walk forward.
Half an hour later, in the east corner of the city, in front of a dilapidated house, the two approached, and Ning Chen stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Yes, sir"
In the house, the little boy who was washing clothes had a happy face, ran forward in three or two steps, and opened the door.
"gentlemen"
Seeing the person in front of him, Xiaowen called out with joy, but when he noticed the fairy-like woman beside his husband, he immediately became timid.
"Xiaowen, I'm your husband's wife, come and see your mother's illness"
Xin Yu squatted down and said softly.
"Please... please come in"
Xiaowen responded nervously and moved out of the way.
Inside the house, a delicate-looking woman was lying on the bed, her face was abnormally pale, she coughed a few times from time to time, and she seemed to be seriously ill.
Xin Yu stepped forward, sat beside the bed, and carefully checked the woman's pulse.
Ning Chen was standing aside, and his expression was slightly startled when he saw a sword hanging on the wall.
How can there be a sword in Xiaowen's house
"Sir, can you cure your mother's illness?"
Xiaowen shook the arm of the person beside him, his big eyes full of pleading, said. After speaking, Xiaowen seemed to think of something, climbed onto the stool, took off the sword hanging on the wall, and handed it to the former, with tears in his eyes, "Sir, my mother said, this sword is my family's heirloom, Spiritual, my family has no money, use this
Can the sword be used for medicine? "
"Sir, look, this is really my family's heirloom." Xiaowen pulled the hilt and scabbard hard, wanting to show him, but he couldn't pull it out. On the side, Xin Yu sighed softly upon seeing this. Although the sword has a spirit, how dare a sword in the mortal world be unsheathed in front of him.