Marquis of Grand Xia

The grandson has been thinking for a long time, and in front of him, the lime and sword offerings also knelt for a long time.

"Lime, prepare pen and ink"

After a long time, Chang Sun sighed softly and said.

"Yes"

Liming got up and quickly took the pen and ink and placed it on the table beside the grandson.

The eldest son quickly wrote two letters, folded them, and handed them to Lime, who said:

"Two letters, one was sent to the triumphant Hou Mansion, and the other was placed on Ning Chen and handed it to the dean of Tiancang Academy"

Lime took the letter and immediately went out to arrange it.

The sword worshiped and thanked, and his tired face flashed a burst of relief. If the Ken would shoot, Ning Chen would be saved.

The two left, and the grandson looked at Ning Chen in front of him. His eyes were full of complexity. In any case, you won 20,000 horses for Da Xia.

After a moment, Lime walked back, took Ning Chen away, and immediately left the palace.

Soon after Liming Fang left, an urgent order came from the north, making the expression of Chang Sun suddenly change.

Beimeng Wangting sent troops!

This is a major event that changes rapidly. The maintenance of peace for nearly two decades has finally been broken.

However, this time the soldiers were no longer the former Marshal of Northern Mongolia, but a woman named Fan Lingyue.

Many people in Daxia are puzzled about how the North Mongolian Wangting, who has a strong folk style and admires the strong, can make a woman lead a soldier.

However, the eldest grandson who has been following the changes of the Northern Mongolian King Court in recent years knows how terrible this woman named Fan Lingyue is.

Da Xia really met the strongest opponent this time.

There is Beiwuhou sitting in northern Xinjiang, and it should not be a problem in a short time, but this time the North Mongolian court is fierce, and it must be extremely difficult to resist.

In the far north of Zhangzhangyuan, Fan Lingyue sat in front of the army, watching the slow advance of one war machine after another, and a faint sorrow flashed on the beautiful and pale face.

"Cough"

The cold wind blew, Fan Lingyue coughed several times to cover his mouth, looked at the slight redness of his palm, and immediately concealed without revealing his voice.

"Military division, please pay attention to the body"

The young general who always followed Fan Lingyue looked worried and said.

"Yep"

Fan Lingyue nodded, glanced at the direction of the Great Xia Imperial City in the distance, sighed, and immediately turned and walked towards the handsome account.

It's a pity that Daxia's luck hasn't reached the time of its decay. However, the Wujun in the first hall of the Yongye Gods Church has been out of the customs, and the troop dispatch can no longer be delayed. ...

The resources of the country where she was born are so scarce. Most of the people live in poverty all year long. If you want to solve this problem, you can only aggress and invade everything.

The marshal of the Northern Mongolian court is old, and the king is still young and weak in character. She can only take the soldiers to help the Northern Mongolian court to lay down a huge dynasty as much as possible.

Daxia is the biggest obstacle in front of her, she has no choice.

The only pity is that some of the dark chess she had previously played were disturbed. Otherwise, the situation today will be more favorable to the Northern Mongolian court.

The little **** named Ning Chen appeared too sudden and too strange, and he must be removed no matter what.

The last thing she likes most about her life is the variables!

"How are you talking with Yongye God over there?"

Before the account, Fan Lingyue stepped slightly and asked softly.

"Ye Wujun agreed to send 10,000 shrines to heavy armor, but put forward the conditions to increase the original 20,000 horses to 30,000," the young general replied respectfully.

"Change, tell Qing Wuyou not to delay time again, to transport heavy armor back as soon as possible"

Fan Lingyue's eyes narrowed and whispered softly. The northern Mongolian court was not short of horses. In comparison, the ten thousand pantheon's heavy armor played a much greater role in her hands.

Not only does she feel that Yongye God is bigger, she must have the courage to pull her teeth when she seeks to hide from the tiger. Now the biggest enemy on both sides is Daxia, and the Northern Mongolian Court and Yongye God Church are far from a time of conflict.

"Yes" the young general nodded and immediately watched Fan Lingyue walk into the account.

The account of the military division shall not be entered as long as there is no summons or extremely important matters. This is a rule, a rule set by the military division.

In the military account, coughing was heard from time to time, slightly, but so clearly.

...

When the North Mongolian King's Court sent troops, to the west of Daxia, the First Temple of Yongye was located on a high stone staircase. The previous barrenness had long disappeared, and instead it appeared another majestic partial hall.

After the lifting of the prohibition, this once-perpetuating world's first temple of Yongye once again reproduced the human world, and will undoubtedly bring the most drastic changes to the world pattern.

In the first temple of the guards of the temples, a tall figure was sitting on the throne, and the eyes of the world were staring at the distance, and the powerful atmosphere twisted the surrounding space.

This is the strongest man in the world, the lord of the first shrine of Yongye Gods, who exists beyond the boundaries of the day after tomorrow.

In an ancient city not far from here, a man in a blood-dressed, indistinguishable age opened his eyes at the same time, looking at the west, his expression gradually dignified.

He knew that Wujun, the **** of Yongye God, was about to go out.

The Wujuns of all ages of the Yongye Gods were brave and warlike, and warlike people, once they passed the level, there would be a war.

Bloodcoat Hou got up, summoned the lieutenant general, and ordered a few words, then walked alone to the city, waiting for the war to ignite.

The martial arts of Daxia existed just for war.

In the Great Xia Palace, one letter after another was sent to the Tianyu Temple. The Xia Huang sitting on the dragon chair looked like Shen Ning, and watched the eyes of this sealed report constantly flashing cold and fine.

The war has not yet officially started, however, the breath of war has quickly spread in the Great Xia Imperial City. In just three days, one after another whistle came from the West and North Xinjiang, plus other secret contact methods, telling in detail Frontline situation.

The people in the Imperial City did not panic too much. Daxia prospered for thousands of years and was invincible for thousands of years. It also made Daxia's people develop an indescribable self-confidence. They did not hesitate to think that Daxia would not lose.

Regardless of whether this self-confidence is good or bad, at least the soldiers who maintain the security of the Imperial City are relieved.

The people still lived as usual, at most because they had more than enough tea and food.

Of course, the splendid rumors of the brave young **** in the palace who were bravely fighting the True Kingdom messengers still accounted for most of the chapters of Mr. Storyteller and Pub Little Two.

So legend, so popular, this is the truth that will never change.

No one knows that the protagonist in their mouth has already walked around Huangquan Road, but eventually the more legendary Dean of Tiancang Academy was rescued.

However, although the life was saved, Ning Chen was injured due to the injuries of the meridians of the legs and the broken bones.

Regardless of whether it is acceptable or not, this has become a fact, so in the college, there is an extra young boy who is often in a daze in a wheelchair.

The academy does not support idlers, and Ning Chen is also a college that can't be further away with the relatives of the triumphant Houfu far away, so he has no privileges.

Therefore, the academy gave him the only job he could do today, chopping wood!

Most of the students in the academy are the sons of the family, and the most unlucky also entered under the name of a genius that has been rare for ten years. obvious.

Triumphant Hou Mansion is famous, but Ning Chen, a relative who is obviously unreachable by Baganzi, is destined not to be touched by too much military gods.

The elder grandson originally thought so, so he did not plan to arrange a dazzling identity for Ning Chen.

The senior man who treated Ning Chen's wounds had disappeared when he woke up, and all the remaining arrangements were made by a middle-aged man.

Obviously, this middle-aged man looked down on Ning Chen, but did not deliberately embarrass him. After arranging work, he left.

After a long time, Ning Chen became a very special existence in the academy. Students are not students, and sirs are not sirs.

Simply put, it is a handyman who can freely enter and leave the college.

And since his legs were broken, Ning Chen became silent, and the smiles of the past no longer exist. Many times, sitting there in a daze is an hour.

In the days of the academy, apart from chopping firewood every day, it is cultivation, and rarely speaks. After a long time, the students of the academy even think that this is a dumb.

Chopping firewood is a very monotonous job. Ning Chen has a martial arts foundation. It is easier to hack than ordinary people. He chops while chopping, and can cut two pieces of firewood of almost the same size with each knife.

Time passed day by day, and the chopping wood knife was dull one by one, silently, silent, and the people in the academy were accustomed to having such a weirdo.

The academy is actually very large. The place where Ning Chen is located is the quietest corner. There are not many students and a lot of trouble.

There are several gentlemen in the academy, a master, who is old, rarely teaches, and few people listen.

However, Ning Chen likes the Confucius class and listens to every lesson, and listens very seriously.

Confucius is an older man who is still quieter than him. He has white hair and white hair. He is really old and will take a long time to complete a class, so young students are impatient to listen.

Confucius is very knowledgeable and proficient in poetry and book rituals. In the words of Confucius, if you live a long time, you will naturally know more.

Ning Chen has slowed down since his legs were disabled. He walked slowly and learned slowly. Therefore, he likes the same slow teacher.

Sometimes, the Confucius class was finished after a day of class, and everyone was finished, leaving Ning Chen alone in the humble hall, and the Confucius would slowly finish the class.

In the evening, Ning Chen went back and chopped the wood that had not been chopped during the day. The rest of the time was either cultivation or sleep. It was simple, and there was nothing else.

...

This autumn, Daxia promulgated a new calendar, recording the beginning of the war.

In the autumn of the new calendar year, Wang Ting of the North Mongolia raised soldiers, and Chen Bing was 300,000 in Beizhangyuan, preparing to attack Daxia in a big way.

However, a snowstorm that was more than a month in advance changed all this, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com postponed the coming war by four months.

This was a sudden snowstorm, and no one expected it. Da Xia's Qin Tianjian didn't expect it, nor did Fan Lingyue of the Northern Mongolian court. It came so suddenly that it disrupted everyone's plan. .

The academy also snowed, and it might be nothing to other people, but for Ning Chen, it was a big trouble. The wheelchair was difficult to walk in the snow, so he was even slower.

Later, he found that the Confucius was also slow, because the snow was very big and the Confucius was very old. Both the class and the class were much later, and the two people's pace happened to be together.

The only thing that Ning Chen didn't expect was that since his legs were broken, Xiuwei progressed faster than before, and within two months, Xiuwei had progressed to the fourth grade.

Of course, this price was not what he wanted.

Moreover, when it snows, both legs will be very painful, heartache, pain into the bone marrow, people will die alive.

From this day on, Ning Chen did not like snow.

But, contrary to expectations, Xue has never meant to stop, and has not cleared for more than a month.

In this blizzard, the academy's year-end examinations were held once a year.

Ning Chen is not a student. He was arrested by a gentleman without assessment.

Confucius is old, and naturally the matter of invigilation cannot be brought by Confucius. Therefore, Ning Chen was arrested to supervise Confucius ’course.

Moreover, this is what the Master wants.

Since then, Ning Chen has become the first acting mr.

Fortunately, there are not many students who choose to listen to the Confucius course, and the invigilation does not seem to be difficult ...

(PS: The first volume is officially over, and the growth of the main storyline and protagonist is about to begin in full, continue to code, and by the way roar, for collection !!!)