Great Xia Imperial City, Autumn turns to winter, and the first snow in early winter comes without warning. Thousands of miles of ice cover, thousands of miles of snow drifting.
Zhiming Marquisate, Ning Chen stood in the courtyard, looking at the snowflakes falling all over the sky, with a faint smile on their faces.
Winter is here, and time flies really fast.
In the wind and snow, Bai Ye moved his sword faster and faster, and the light of the sword filled the fields, stunning the world.
In one month's time, the pinnacle sword became more perfect, and the rare sword prodigy in the world made rapid progress.
Ning Chen was given a martial arts training in one month, and Ning Chen followed the agreement without any reservations. Bai Ye taught as much as he could learn.
After a few breaths, the sword light dissipated. In the wind and snow, Bai Ye's figure stopped, looking at the plain-clothed figure in front of him, his cold eyes flashed with complicated light.
"The time is up, let's go," Ning Chen said calmly.
Bai Ye clenched the sword in his hand, and his true energy surged, even more than a month ago.
"You are not my opponent yet. You only have one chance. If you fail, I will not hold back any more," Ning Chen said calmly.
Bai Ye's body trembled, his eyes regained his senses, he took one last look at the person in front of him, then turned around and left.
"Marquis of Knowing Fate, you are becoming more and more difficult for me to understand."
Not long after Bai Ye left, Dragon Gate appeared in the void. A familiar figure walked out, and the powerful aura reached the peak of Great Perfection.
"Long time no see, Yang Hong"
Ning Chen looked at the visitor and said.
"I'll take His Majesty back to Northern Mongolia."
Yang Hong said with an indifferent expression.
"Okay"
Ning Chen nodded and responded calmly.
In the west wing guest room, the door opened, and Mingyue, dressed in fine clothes, walked out. Behind him, Zijing, who had just recovered from a serious injury, followed and walked together.
"Your Majesty"
Yang Hong half-kneeled and said respectfully.
"No need to be polite, Marquis Yang, let's go."
Mingyue said something and walked towards the outside of the hospital.
Zijing sighed in his heart and followed Wu Yan.
After the three people left, the Hou Mansion became quiet again, with snowflakes dancing in the sky. The plain clothes standing quietly looked at the retreating figure in silence.
"Actually, Mingyue doesn't want to leave."
I don't know when, behind Su Yi, Xin Yu came up, dressed in palace attire, with an alluring face, more beautiful than the wind and snow in the sky.
"I know"
Ning Chen responded softly, turned around and looked at the woman beside him, and said with a smile, "She has grown up and can no longer be as willful as the little girl. It is her choice and her responsibility to protect Beimeng."
"You really don't care anymore, don't you worry?"
Xin Yu raised his hand to brush the snowflakes off the former's body and said softly.
"Yeah"
Ning Chen nodded and said, "Yang Hong knows what to do. He is the person Fan Lingyue left for Mingyue. He is trustworthy."
Xin Yu was silent, and after a moment, he said softly, "Since the work here has been done, let's go."
"Where to go?" Ning Chen asked.
"Ordinary people's home"
Xin Yu showed a smile on his face and said, "I am also tired these years. I just want to spend the rest of my days in peace and don't want to see these power struggles again."
"Okay"
Ning Chen nodded slightly and said, "Let's go"
The wind and snow were falling, and under the blue and white oil paper umbrellas, the two people left the Hou Mansion, just like before, looking nothing special. No one knew that the two people's departure would be forever.
Among the Weiyang Palace, Qing Ling felt the distant atmosphere of the two of them, and his eyes dimmed slightly. In the past twenty years, I hope she can be happy.
Half a year later, to the west of Great Xia, there was a remote small town. The city, which had been in disrepair for a long time, was full of the atmosphere of time. The people in the city worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. Although they were poor, they were free from the world, happy and contented. In a private school in the city, the sound of Lang Lang's reading could be heard. In the study hall, a figure in plain clothes stood in front, patiently teaching the dozen or so children in front of him to read and write over and over again.
Outside the study hall, an old man with a gray beard looked at the young people in the hall and nodded happily. He was old and could no longer teach. Now that this young man is here, he can safely entrust his children to him.
"If jade is not polished, it will not become a useful tool; if a person does not learn, he will not know righteousness."
"If jade is not polished, it will not become a useful tool; if a person does not learn, he will not know righteousness."
In the hall, a young man in plain clothes read a sentence, and in front of him, more than a dozen children read a sentence. Although they didn't particularly understand what it meant, it was a very happy thing to be able to read. Children from poor families have long been the masters of the family. They know that the opportunity to study is hard to come by, so they cherish it doubly.
"As a son of a man, when I was young, I had close friends and teachers, and learned etiquette."
"As a son of a man, when I was young, I had close friends and teachers, and learned etiquette."
The chanting came out from the hall. Outside the hall, the old gentleman hunched over and walked step by step towards the back of the private school.
Half a day passed quickly. When school was over, the children in the hall stood up one after another, saluted their husbands and said goodbye, and then ran outside jumping.
In the hall, Ning Chen had a smile on his face and watched the children leave.
"Sir"
A little boy with patches on his body stepped forward timidly and shouted softly.
"Xiao Wen, 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 and take care of her," the young man said timidly.
Ning Chen thought for a while and said, "You go home first, and later on, sir, okay?"
"Yeah"
The little man nodded, packed his things, and trotted out of the school.
Watching all the children leave, Ning Chen closed the school door and walked towards the outside 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 of him, and said.
"It's Mr. Ning"
Behind the stall, a woman in coarse clothes smiled, looked at the girl beside her, and said, "Xiao Mei, quickly get a piece of tofu for Mr. Ning."
"Okay"
The girl known as Xiaomei wrapped the cut tofu and handed it to the person in front of her. Her pretty face turned red and she said, "Mr. Ning, the tofu you want."
"Thank you"
Ning Chen smiled, took the tofu, put down the copper coins, and immediately walked towards the west.
"Mr. Ning is such a polite scholar."
The woman looked at the young man walking away and sighed.
"Mom, it's getting late. Let's pack up and go back."
Su Mei looked away, looked at the mother beside him, and said.
"Yeah"
The woman nodded and started cleaning up the tofu stall.
"Xiaomei?"
"Huh?"
Su Mei looked over and said doubtfully.
The woman hesitated for a moment, and after a moment, she said softly, "Mr. Ning is a man with a family. You have seen his wife. She looks like the person in the painting, so"
"Mom, please stop talking."
Su Mei interrupted the former's words, with a slightly red face and a hint of grievance in his tone, "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 courtyard not far from the private school, Ning Chen pushed the door in and looked at the beautiful figure who was arranging the medicine garden in the courtyard. He smiled and said, "I'm back."
Xin Yu raised his head, smiled softly, and said, "Why are you late today?"
"I went to Aunt Su to buy some tofu. I walked an extra street and was a little late," Ning Chen replied with a smile.
"It's been a tiring day. Go back home and rest for a while. I'll cook."
Xin Yu stood up and walked forward, took the tofu and said softly.
"Yeah"
Ning Chen nodded and walked towards the house together.
Winter has just passed, and the weather is still a bit cold. However, there is a fire burning in the room, which is much warmer than outside.
Not long after, Xin Yu brought the prepared meal. The meal was very simple, one plate of tofu, one plate of vegetables, and two bowls of rice. It was no different from ordinary people's homes.
"Xin Yu, come out with me later."
Ning Chen said while eating.
"What's the matter?"
Xin Yu put some green vegetables in the former's bowl and said doubtfully.
"Xiao Wen's mother is sick, and I want you to go and help her."
Ning Chen Tell the truth.
"Okay"
Xin Yu nodded and said, "Let's go there after dinner. It's easy to get sick at this time of year. I've also heard about the situation at home. It doesn't seem to be very good. I guess I can't afford a doctor."
It was getting dark outside. After the two had dinner, they went out together.
On an early spring night, a cold moon hung high in the sky, and almost no stars could be seen in the nine sky. The cold moonlit night made it even more quiet.
The two of them walked down the street, speaking very little along the way, and stayed with each other quietly.
Half a year passed, and it was rare for the two people who had been running around and waiting for thirty years to calm down.
Suddenly, a horse galloped from the end of the street, breaking the peace. It galloped past the two of them, and disappeared into the night after a moment.
"Didn't you touch it?"
Ning Chen supported the woman beside him and said softly.
"No"
Xin Yu shook his head slightly, looked forward, and said, "It's a little strange. The person just now was very strange. He shouldn't be from here."
"Maybe it's a passerby."
Ning Chen responded, ignored it and continued walking forward.
Half an hour later, in the east corner of the city, in front of a dilapidated house, the two of them walked up to it. Ning Chen stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Yes sir"
In the house, the little boy who was doing laundry looked happy, ran forward and opened the door.
"Sir"
Seeing the person in front of him, Xiao Wen called out happily. However, when he noticed the fairy-like woman next to his husband, he immediately became timid.
"Xiao Wen, I am your husband's wife, come here to check on your mother's illness."
Xin Yu squatted down and said with a gentle expression.
"Please... please come in."
Xiao Wen responded nervously and got out of the way.
In the house, a delicate-looking woman was lying on the bed, her face was extremely pale, she coughed from time to time, and she looked seriously ill.
Xin Yu stepped forward, sat by the bed, and carefully checked the woman's pulse.
Ning Chen stood aside, looking slightly startled when he saw a sword hanging on the wall from the corner of his eye.
Xiao Wen Why is there a sword in the house?
"Sir, can you cure my mother's illness?"
Xiao Wen shook the arm of the person next to him, his big eyes full of pleading, and said.
After saying that, Xiao Wen seemed to have thought of something, climbed up on 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 an heirloom of my family. It is spiritual. My family has no silver. Can I use this sword as medicine money?"
"Sir, look, this is really an heirloom of my family." Xiao Wen pulled out the hilt and scabbard of the sword hard, trying to show Sir, but he couldn't pull it out.
On the side, Xin Yu sighed softly when he saw this. Although the sword had spirit, how could a mortal sword dare to be unsheathed in front of him.