Marquis of Grand Xia

Ning Chen sat down on the bed, carefully stroking things again, and couldn't help but get cold in the back.

Fan Lingyue has already arranged these things very early, and the Buddha Kingdom is just a chess piece used to attract Da Xia's attention.

However, none of them found out, but thought that after defeating the Buddhism, the Northern Mongolian army was afraid.

The current situation is very similar to that when the Northern Mongolia first invaded. At that time, Xia Huang hoped to use the power of external troubles to elicit internal worries, and then solve the internal worries and external troubles together.

It is a pity that Xia Huang overestimated himself and underestimated Fan Lingyue, driving tigers and attracting wolves, but he was not capable of ambushing tigers.

Now that the situation in Daxia is easing, both princes want to defeat their opponents and take the throne first, and finally the Northern Mongolian army will expel Daxia, especially after Northern Mongolia has repeatedly expressed the intention of peace talks, this idea will breed more quickly.

People always trust their abilities too much, no matter who they are, it is difficult to avoid.

Fan Lingyue used this weakness of human nature to push Da Xia into desperation again and again. This time, I am afraid this is also the case.

He couldn't stop it. Even if he guessed Fan Lingyue's intention, it was too late.

Neither the third prince nor the tenth prince can look back, and the battle for the throne will only become more and more fierce.

Thinking of Ning Chen's closed eyes here, she leaned weakly on the head of the bed, and listening to the moon was indeed the most terrifying person in the world.

He has tried his best, but still can't help Daxia to recover from this deteriorating situation.

Since the beginning of the war between the two dynasties, Da Xia has been led by his nose. His existence has only delayed Da Xia's deteriorating situation for some time.

Today, nearly half of the 0.33 million imprisoned forces inside and outside the Great Summer Palace are in the hands of the two princes. These imprisoned troops are the elite of the elite soldiers in the summer.

At this time, it is impossible to stop the two princes. How to minimize the consequences of the battle for the throne is the most critical thing.

One of the princes must die, this is the only and easiest way.

It is simple to say, but it is not at all easy to do. In the long battle for the throne, the two princes have gathered a lot of masters. With the strength of the hands, the climate has become. How can it be said that killing kills.

Moreover, in this world, who dares to extend the butcher's knife to the prince's head.

Neither San Gong nor Chang Sun dare to give this order.

The setting sun outside had already fallen, and the night was gradually rising. Some ladies sent dinner to the room. They washed their hands white in the morning and sat at the table with their eyes shut.

After all, the mind of the little girl is still very simple. When the bad guy wakes up, it is the best thing.

Ning Chen threw away his troubles and sat quietly in bed to watch Xiao Mingyue eat.

"Did you eat?" Mingyue pinched a small snack and put it in his mouth, feeling the gaze of the bad guy, turning his head and smiling.

"I'm not hungry, you eat it" Ning Chen shook his head and said.

He really has no appetite. He just drank some porridge from the dining room in the afternoon, and he is not hungry yet.

"Oh" Mingyue responded, and immediately turned around to concentrate on her meal. She still liked the meal of Daxia Palace.

The little girl is very pleasing to eat. Mingyue is the emperor of Northern Mongolia after all, and the etiquette is impeccable.

Ning Chen looked very quietly and didn't speak. Only when he looked at Xiao Mingyue, he could calm down a little bit and have less upset thoughts.

After all, it is Xiaomingyue's future. All he can do is to keep the hope of peace as much as possible.

Where the age of listening to the moon will not be long, the war between Northern Mongolia and Daxia will soon end, no matter who wins or loses, it is impossible to keep dragging on.

"Moon Moon, grow up soon" Ning Chen sighed in his heart. Both Northern Mongolia and Daxia can no longer withstand the devastation of war, and they need peace.

Soon, Mingyue jumped from the table, trotting to the bed, curving her eyebrows, "I'm full"

Ning Chen held out his hand to help the little girl adjust the little cloth hat and smiled, "If you want to take a shower and pull the screen, you don't have to violently run away the little maid of the house. Without my order, they dare not come in."

Mingyue's face turned red all of a sudden, reaching for the former, and saying, "You are a bad person"

"Oh" Ning Chen smiled softly, no more, the little girl would be shy.

Fortunately, Mingyue is a child. There are not so many taboos. If you are older, you need to pay more attention to getting along.

Not long afterwards, several maidens and eunuchs moved to a large wooden tub for bathing, and after pouring hot water, they retreated with respect.

Xiao Mingyue blushed and pulled on the screen. Although it was not the first time, it was always embarrassing.

Ning Chen leaned against the head of the bed, listening to the sound of the water buzzing not far away, and sounded the woman who had bathed here in the past.

At that time, as soon as he entered the palace, he was scared to death by an assassin. He made a deal with her, she did not kill him, he rescued her out.

He saw the assassin's face, it was a woman, beautiful and unreasonable.

Later, they supported each other and tried to survive in this strange palace as much as possible.

She was the first person he came into this world, but she forgot him now.

He didn't know why this was. He thought about searching for answers in the past, but he was always at ease here.

He was waiting. After the war between the two dynasties ended, Chang Sun settled down in the summer, and he could safely leave to do his own thing.

Xiao Mingyue soon finished bathing, dressed himself, and a large towel on his head.

"You wipe it for me" Mingyue handed the towel over and smiled.

"Good" Ning Chen took the towel and immediately wrapped the little girl's waist-length hair, wiping it carefully.

Xiao Mingyue's hair is very long, and the girl's beauty is always in her nature, and it is impossible to disappear because of the identity of the emperor.

"All right"

Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's hair vigorously, and then nodded her head. What a pretty little girl, when she grew up, she would look better than Fan Yueyue.

After waiting for half an hour, Mingyue's hair was almost dry. Ning Chen asked someone to come in and remove the bath tub. Then, he patted Xiaomingyue's cloth cap and said, "Go to sleep, we will be out of the palace tomorrow"

"Um" Mingyue ran to his bed, and immediately lay down in a kimono.

At this moment, Ning Chen suddenly felt a tight chest, coughed coughingly, and lay down with a trace of blood along his fingers.

Xiao Mingyue looked over, and Ning Chen quickly put down her hand without leaving any traces, and covered it with a quilt.

"I want to listen to the story," Mingyue said sternly.

"Good" Ning Chen suppressed the dullness of his heart, and immediately told the little girl the story of Cinderella.

Mingyue fell asleep after listening to it, with a pretty smile on her face, very beautiful and cute.

The day she was born an emperor was not happy for Xiao Mingyue. Instead, following these days with Ning Chen, she felt very happy.

No matter what era, this young girl is always the pearl on the palm of her parents ’hands, holding the fear of falling and fearing to fall, but Xiao Mingyue has no parents, only the way of ruling the country and the endless Play a chapter.

Fan Lingyue knew she didn't have much time, so she tried to pave the way for Xiaomingyue as much as possible, which further increased the burden on the little girl.

Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue have different concepts and prefer to subtly educate Xiao Mingyue with actions and words, and never take the initiative to impose anything.

This is the most beautiful age of Xiao Mingyue. He hopes that the little girl can live happily instead of living under the burden every day.

The night was getting deeper, Ning Chen sat on the bed, quietly thinking about the future, no matter how, he had to help Chang Sun to overcome this difficulty.

Depressed coughing sounds, one after another, blood dripping down, fighting with the Buddha, survived the death, but could not live alive.

The night passed quickly, and after dawn, a carriage appeared in Weiyang Palace, and then drove to Xinhou Mansion outside Ningchen and Xiaomingyue Palace.

The two walked very low-key, but still couldn't stop the attention of interested people. The three princes and ten princes sent their messages on the same day.

Ning Chen looked at the two posts with almost the same content and narrowed his eyes. This was forcing him to make a choice.

His position is destined not to be shaken for a long time. Now ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ except for a few martial arts fighters who have been fighting, basically all the powerful people have already stood in place. He cannot be alone in the dynasty.

He is the only martial artist in Beijing, and the two princes will certainly strive for it.

Wuhou is different from the ordinary noble hous. After the vassal, he has the right to mobilize a large army of less than 100,000 at any time. This right cannot be owned by the prince.

The martial princes of Daxia have the supreme prestige in the summer. From the first generation of martial princes to the present, all the princes in the world of Daxia have been killed by their lives. It can be said that every inch of the territory of Daxia is There was blood from Wuhou.

The noble Hou of Daxia can be hereditary, but Wuhou ca n’t, every Wuhou has a great military merit, even the Beiwuhou who betrayed in the past is no exception, which is why Wuhou has such amazing prestige in Daxia .

It can be said that the rights of the Wuhou were not given by the court, but they were beaten by oneself. There was no such meritorious service that made the generals of the world happy and convincing. The 100,000-army army's right to adjust troops was nothing more than display.

After the post was sent, Ning Chen quickly wrote a reply, the content is very simple, the body is in good health, it is inconvenient to see guests, and I hope to forgive me.

This guest cannot be seen until he makes a choice.

However, half a day later, another worship post was sent to Fuzhong, and Ning Chen's brows were tightly frowned at the same time.

It was n’t anyone else who sent the post, but the owner of Ling Yange, Yue Hanyi.

There are not many people who know about his leaving the palace. After all, not everyone can insert an eyeliner in the palace.

It is inferred that the people behind Han Yueyi this month are really not ordinary people.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Chen also politely refused.

If he did not guess wrong, the real owner of Ling Yange is very likely to be inseparable from one of the two princes.

There can't be such a coincidence in the world. He just declined in front of him, and this post was delivered immediately.