Two years have passed, and Changsun has gone through a lot of vicissitudes. Although her face is still beautiful, her temples have been faintly stained with white frost.
Ning Chen A feeling of fear suddenly rose deep in his heart, an unprecedented fear.
Changsun has always been a beautiful and strong image in his eyes. It was not until today that he discovered that Changsun was also getting older without knowing it.
In his heart, Changsun is his only elder in this world, and his status is so important that no one can replace him.
Gently pushing the door open without making a sound, Ning Chen walked into the room, looked at the sleeping figure on the bed, and knelt down silently.
The brilliance of the night pearl shines on the plain clothes, reflecting a deeply guilty heart. The kneeling figure is no longer Great Xia Martial Marquis at this moment, but a wanderer who has just returned from home for a long time.
Qing Ling did not stop him, but stood aside quietly, waiting silently.
In the quiet palace, Su Yi knelt down motionless. So many things had changed in the past two years. The only thing that remained unchanged was the desperate love for each other.
Without Changsun, there would be no Ning Chen today. This love will never be repaid in a lifetime.
The cold moon shines in the sky and gradually moves westward. At some point, Changsun above Phoenix Couch opened his eyes. Just as he sat up, he suddenly felt a familiar breath not far from the bed. He turned his eyes in disbelief. The next moment, his body trembled and tears fell silently.
"Come back?"
The saddest thing in life is for a white-haired person to give a black-haired person a gift. She once thought that the monument on Martial Marquis Shrine would be placed by her herself. The wooden monument she sent was thousands of carvings and pierced into her heart.
Today, he is back.
"Come here" Changsun waved and said softly.
Ning Chen stood up, walked silently to Phoenix Couch, and sat down.
Changsun raised his hand, caressed the face of the young man in front of him, his eyes filled with tears again, and said, "I have grown up."
She still remembered that when he first entered the palace, he was still a reckless young man. Three years later, the young boy he used to be had lost his childishness and truly grew up.
Ning Chen I don't know what to say. No matter how eloquent and eloquent I am, at this moment, I am only filled with guilt.
It was getting late outside, and Mao o'clock was approaching. Although the night was still dark, Changsun was no longer sleepy, so he got up and walked down Phoenix Couch.
In front of the dressing table, the bronze mirror reflected a beautiful face. The passage of time did not leave many marks on the face of the person in the mirror, just as it was when we first met three years ago.
Qing Ling stepped forward, picked up the silver comb on the table, and started dressing Changsun as usual.
"I'll do it." Ning Chen took the silver comb and asked softly.
Qing Ling nodded and immediately stepped aside.
After being away for two years, Changsun's hair was longer, hanging down her back and reaching her waist. Ning Chen was holding a comb with a calm expression, and was combing it carefully.
The familiar warm breath is so reassuring. Only in this Weiyang Palace can he let go of his guard and stop thinking about the ups and downs outside.
In the past, when he was at his weakest, it was Changsun who used her wings to protect him time and time again. Now that he has ascended to the innate world and does not need Changsun to protect him, he can still feel the peace only by her side.
"That sister of yours is pretty good," Changsun looked at the shadow in the mirror and said softly.
"Ning Xi?" Ning Chen asked.
"Well, I have adopted my adopted daughter, but I will continue to live in your Martial Marquis Estate until she gets married," Changsun said.
"As long as Ning Xi is willing, Ning Chen naturally has no objection. It all depends on Empress Dowager's arrangement," Ning Chen replied.
"As for you, you rejected the little princess Barbarian Dynasty and Xin Yu that I arranged for you. Now you have someone you like. If you like any girl, I will personally propose marriage to you," Changsun said seriously.
Ning Chen smiled bitterly. What he was most afraid of was Changsun mentioning this matter.
"Empress Dowager, Ning Chen has entered the innate world, and his longevity is different from ordinary people, so there is no need to be so anxious," Qing Ling said to save the situation.
Changsun fell silent. After a long time, he looked at himself in the mirror and murmured, "But I can't wait any longer."
A very light sentence, but it made the two people present tremble. Looking at the looming white hair between Changsun's long hair, their hearts felt extremely sour.
Changsun is really no longer young. A mortal's life span is only sixty years. Changsun is not congenital, so he cannot wait forever.
"It all depends on Empress Dowager's arrangement." Ning Chen suppressed the sourness in his heart, stopped insisting, and spoke.
"Three years, maybe"
Changsun naturally hopes that Ning Chen can be with the person he likes. He does not want to be too reluctant and said softly, "If you haven't found the person you like after three years, then I will make arrangements."
Three years is not a short period of time. By then, she was already halfway through the process, and it was also the longest time she could wait.
Although a mortal's life lasts for sixty years, not many people can truly live past their destiny. In the past two years, she has gradually felt that her body is getting worse day by day.
Great Xia It is custom that the marriage of the younger generation must have the blessing of the elders. Xin Yu and Ziyi still have their direct imperial uncle alive, but Ning Chen is the only elder behind her, and she is the one she can't worry about the most.
After combing her hair and doing the rest of the makeup, Qing Ling stepped forward to take over, while Ning Chen stood aside and waited quietly.
Since retiring behind the scenes, Changsun rarely steps out of the Weiyang Palace, and her makeup has become much simpler. She looks a little less luxurious and a little more sober.
After winter came, Great Xia had just snowed, and Weiyang Palace's back garden was covered in snow, which was very beautiful.
Changsun was supported by Qing Ling and Ning Chen together. Walking on the road in the back garden, he suddenly saw a maple tree in the corner and paused slightly.
Ning Chen looked along and immediately understood what Changsun was thinking.
"At the beginning, I heard from Qing Ling that you climbed from this tree to her roof to watch the stars, disturbing her rest," Changsun said with an undetectable smile on her beautiful face.
"Well, I just entered the palace and didn't think too much. I saw a tree by the wall and climbed up. I didn't expect that the bottom was sister Qing Ling's room," Ning Chen said.
After saying that, Ning Chen glanced at the woman on the other side and said with a smile, "However, sister Qing Ling has a good temper and doesn't argue with me."
"Kaka" Qing Ling turned his head and clenched the ground with his right hand, making a clicking sound. The warning was very obvious, and the boy's skin was itchy again.
Changsun smiled, how could he not hear the complaint in Ning Chen's words, but he ignored it, let the juniors play around, let them do whatever they want.
The three of them were walking in the back garden. Many times, they didn't have that many words to say. Two years later, there were too many things that needed to be said. It really came to our lips, but they didn't feel it was necessary.
The rising morning sun shone on them, bringing a slight warmth. Changsun was tired from walking, so the three of them sat on a stone bench in the garden to rest for a while. Qing Ling brought a thick cotton cushion, so he wouldn't feel cold even if he sat on it. It was specially prepared for Changsun.
Ning Chen watched Qing Ling prepare everything carefully, sighed inexplicably in his heart, and sat down next to Changsun.
There won't be too much time like this anymore, he can only cherish every moment.
Not long after, a pretty little palace maid walked into the back garden. When she saw the three people, she saluted and said, "Empress Dowager, Marquis, breakfast is ready."
The little palace maid is very unfamiliar and not very old. She must have just entered the palace not long ago. It is indeed a blessing to be assigned Weiyang Palace.
Ning Chen responded, and immediately helped Changsun up and walked out of the back garden.
The little palace maid followed behind, her pretty little face flushed, and her eyes full of admiration. She also saw the battle last night. Master Martial Marquis is really amazing.
Whose boy is not passionate, whose girl is not pregnant, and the little palace maid is in her best years, and of course she will admire heroes.
Qing Ling shook his head helplessly and did not break the little girl's dream. He just placed the blame on Ning Chen next to Changsun.
Breakfast has been delivered to the palace. It is very simple and consists of light vegetarian food. In the past two years, Changsun has stopped killing and eating meat and fish. Many people in the palace said that compared to the Buddha in the temple, their Empress Dowager is more like a Buddha.
In fact, Great Xia does not believe in Buddhism. Changsun, as Empress, who was once the mother-in-law of the world, is naturally the same. However, whether she believes it or not, she still hopes to pray for more blessings for him.
After breakfast, people from inside and outside the palace would also come one by one to pay their respects. It would not be appropriate for Ning Chen to stay any longer, so he said goodbye to Changsun.
Zhiming Marquisate, everyone from top to bottom knew that Marquis would be back today, and everyone was looking forward to it. The old housekeeper, with tears rolling down his eyes in excitement, was waiting at the door early in the morning. After more than two years, Marquis was finally coming back.
In the mansion, Ning Xi walked around anxiously, with excitement on her delicate baby face.
Next to him, Liu Ruoxi was much quieter, but the tears in his dual-mode revealed that his mood was far from as peaceful as it seemed on the surface.
Just when everyone was looking forward to it, a white figure came from the distance. It took a steady step and seemed to be still far away. After a few steps, it arrived in front of the house.
"Brother"
Ning Xi reacted first and immediately ran out the door and rushed towards her. Blue Lord, who was born in Dangerous Tower, even though Changsun took her to special training on princess etiquette for a long time, she completely forgot about it at this moment and started crying regardless of her image.
"Marquis"
Liu Ruoxi stepped forward and bowed. The tears in his eyes finally couldn't be held back any longer and began to drip down.
"Okay, everyone, get up and go back home first."
Ning Chen patted Ning Xi on the back, then gently pushed him away, glanced at the group of people kneeling in front of the house, and said.
"Yes"
Everyone got up, and the old housekeeper quickly stepped forward to pull away the people blocking the road, and invited Marquis into the house.
Soon, the news of Marquis of Knowing Fate's return to the palace spread to the ears of every prince and noble in the imperial city. The invitations to visit continued to come from every mansion towards the Marquis' Mansion along with generous gifts.
In a room in the backyard of the Hou Mansion, Ghost Maiden looked at the woman who was in a deep coma on the bed. He turned his palms to activate his body, and the vast true energy was continuously injected into the latter's body.
After a long time, Ghost Maiden stopped, looked at Ning Chen next to him, and said solemnly, "My Ghost Source can only help her maintain her life for a while. If I want to save her, I must find another way."