Marquis of Grand Xia

Halfway through the night, the cold wind was even more biting, and Ning Chen faintly felt that his legs were starting to hurt again. He was irritated and irritable, and he gloomed down the tower.

The stupa is ten feet tall. Those with disabilities can no longer die. The green bow and arrow box are scattered not far away, exuding a cold light.

This is a good bow, Ning Chen said.

In fact, he did not know what kind of bow is good, what kind of bow is not good, he just judged by feeling.

This bow almost shot him a cold heart last time, and this time almost shot him a cold heart. They were a deep hatred between them.

The material of the bow is not like wood, but an incomprehensible metal. There are too many strange things in this world, and he can't tell clearly.

The inner side of Qing Gong is engraved with the words of decay, simple and elegant. It seems to be some years and should be worth a lot of money.

From today on, this green bow is his, as is the arrow box.

Going back to the road, it was a little far away. Ning Chen didn't want to struggle. He walked slowly and slowly. The wheelchair was crushed on the stone road, and the sound of squeaking sounded, a bit harsh, but also stronger than the empty and lonely.

The dark clouds gradually covered the moon, and the **** day seemed to be snowing again, which was endless and unpleasant.

An extremely subtle voice happened occasionally behind him, and Ning Chen knew that someone was following him, and not one or two.

He was too lazy to take care of these, as long as no one killed each other, it was sunny.

There must have been a grandson's spy among the people in the back. If he accidentally hurt the wrong person, he would be bigger.

In this world, there are not many people he is afraid of. Unfortunately, the grandson is one of them.

The cold wind of Yiwei was extremely cold. Ning Chen walked on the road, trembling unconsciously, and the hand holding the wheelchair was slightly stiff.

"You don't have to vomit blood again"

The dullness of his chest made his bad mood worse. He had already taken medicine at night, and the effect seemed to be very general.

Eight hundred and two silvers lost.

The Lingyan Pavilion is already very quiet, and the women in the Qinglou also need to rest. They all say that the **** is ruthless and the actors are meaningless, but it is these self-proclaimed prostitutes who are truly ruthless and meaningless.

The most annoying thing in Ning Chen's life is these so-called geniuses. The geniuses are geniuses. However, behind the geniuses are women's blood and tears.

Du Shiniang jumped into the river, Chen Yuanyuan became a monk, Liu Rushi was suspended, and Li Shining died unyieldingly.

He is not an angry youth, but if anyone dares to call himself a genius in front of him, he will certainly throw him a sole.

"Ning Gongzi"

At this moment, a beautiful shadow came slowly from the moon, and it was the Moon Spirit who had just been separated.

"You haven't slept so late?"

Ning Chen's face was slightly surprised and asked.

Yueling glanced thoughtfully at the direction of the stupa and replied softly, "I just heard some sounds, so come out and see."

Ning Chen knew it in his heart, it must have been the movement made by the arrow that hit the **** umbrella just now. Unexpectedly, the Moon Spirit had noticed so far apart. It seems that the matter tonight will soon spread back to the entire Imperial City.

Yin He's night was very beautiful, even if Heavenly Father didn't make beauty, it gradually started to snow.

"I will send you back"

Ning Chen worried about Yue Ling's body and said.

"Ok"

Yueling did not refuse, she lived not far from here, less than a quarter of an hour away.

Ning Chen turned the wheelchair on his own without letting Yueling push him. The night was too cold and the wheelchair would be very cold.

"Cough"

The cold snow drifted away, it was beautiful, and it was very cold. Yueling was not wearing too much, but she still coughed softly. It seemed that the two had some similarities. They didn't like snow.

After meeting for a few days, Ning Chen found that she had almost no knowledge of this strange woman and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where is Ling Ling's hometown?"

"North Side"

Moon Spirit pointed to the north and said softly.

Ning Chen smiled dumbly. He knew that it was north, and they were in the north of Daxia when they met. However, since Yueling didn't want to say, then he didn't ask.

"Ning Gongzi, what is your life's ideal?"

Moon Spirit looked at the far north, and a flash of color flashed in his eyes, which was so bright that he did not dare to look directly.

Ning Chen was silent. This question was too difficult for him to answer. He used to want to leave the palace, but later he left the palace, but now he does everything possible to go back.

If you really want to say that, one day you can stand up.

A very simple wish seems to be out of reach.

"What about you" Ning Chen did not answer, but asked instead.

"The world is peaceful, the people are rich!"

When saying this, Yue Ling's beautiful face did not have any pretentious, holy and noble, and did not stain a trace of dust.

Ning Chen is more silent, he is not as good as her, he always pushes the world peace into the afterlife, because he knows he can't do it.

This is an ideal that cannot be blasphemy, but it is also the most difficult to realize.

When Yuelai Inn arrived, Yueling went to rest, and Ning Chen watched the former go upstairs, then turned the wheelchair and left.

He sincerely hopes that her ideals will be realized.

After returning to the Lingyan Pavilion, Ning Chen sat in front of the bed, looked at the broken bow in his hand, and immediately turned the body to gently pull the bow string.

The bow is very hard, and the lines are immobile. As a last resort, he can only continue to use force to urge the true energy into the bow, but a great suction comes from him, and the true element in the body instantly decreases by 30%.

"No wonder"

Ning Chen frowned, and said to himself, this bow is indeed weird, and the consumption of true energy is too violent, ordinary people can't pull it even once.

Today, he may only be able to pull apart at most twice.

This thing is okay for life-saving use, it is impossible to use every time you fight, otherwise you will be exhausted and exhausted.

Putting the broken bow behind him, Ning Chen began to close her eyes and adjust her interest rate. Recently, there were too many fights, and the injuries were the same as eating. Now he does not hurry to heal the wounds. If the injury breaks out in the next battle, he will be happy.

The night passed quickly, but the morning light did not arrive as before, and Xiaoxue slowly went down, dyeing the sky of the entire imperial city into a beautiful white.

Outside Lingyan Pavilion, Ning Chen walked out of the door very early, turned the wheelchair to Yin He, looked at the snow on the ice, and gradually, couldn't help but also fell in love with this pure and beautiful scenery.

If it is not the cause of the legs, snow is actually not so bad.

The snow in the imperial city is not heavy, and it does not affect the travel of the people. People come and go, bustling, simple and calm, but it is life.

After a night of thinking, Ning Chen finally knew how to get in touch with the grandson, and also made Xia Huang and Xi Gong have some scruples, not daring to start boldly.

It's a pity that this time I have to say goodbye again.

Ning Chen turned his wheelchair to the pagoda, and looked at the imperial city in the distance from the top of the pagoda. Then he took out the broken bow, bent the bow, and took an arrow, and shot down toward Weiyang Palace.

"Swoosh"

The Iron Arrow, blessed by the true energy of the meridian, is wrapped in silver light, piercing the obstacles of the void, and rushing towards the Weiyang Palace like a meteor.

In Weiyang Palace, the look of Lime changed drastically. Looking at the silver light coming from the sky, the figure pulled out three feet and pulled out his nearest long sword. He immediately stomped under his feet and flew up, a sword against this terrible Arrow light.

With a loud bang, the long sword was unbearable and turned into fragments. Lime's eyes condensed, and his hands flew toward the iron arrow in the silver light.

Suddenly, Lime was shocked, and after grabbing the iron arrow, he turned around and swept towards Changsun's bedroom.

Behind the Iron Arrow, a moon-shaped jade swayed, and Lime was in a heavy mood. She knew that it was the lady who left it for the life-saving purpose of the boy. There were very few people who knew it.

As a result, this jade Pei must have been shot by Ning Chen himself.

The situation was urgent. Lime didn't have time to think about why he was so patient, and worried, but chaotic. She was afraid of the danger of the former, and she and her mother needed help.

Soon after the grandson woke up, the eldest prince was not in the palace, and Princess Nine was imprisoned because of Ning Chen, so no one would come to ask for peace when it was too early in the morning.

As for the concubine in the palace, it will not come until after breakfast.

Lime didn't knock on the door, and pushed in directly. This made the long-sun who was still dressing in the room frown slightly, not to blame, but to her understanding of Lime's character, she would never be so rude if she didn't have anything very important.

"what happened"

The grandson continued to dress up and asked calmly.

Lime quickly stepped forward, passed the arrow in his hand, and he looked worried.

The eldest grandson saw the jade pendant on the arrow, and her hand for dressing, and wanted to get up for a moment, and immediately stood up, his eyes narrowed and said, "Go, follow me out of the palace"

"Ma'am, Ning Chen will be fine," Liming asked worriedly.

"No, he wanted to tell me he had something urgent to see me," Chang Sun shook his head and said.

At the same time, both the West Palace and the Tianyu Temple reacted. The arrow was too dazzling, and the strong men hidden in the palace had seen it, but no matter what, they were slow this time.

The spy's information will take time no matter how fast. When Ning Chen's move passed into the palace, Changsun and Liming had already left the palace.

After Ning Chen shot the arrow, he stayed on the pagoda without moving. He was waiting for the grandson to come.

Sure enough, after waiting for a long time, a carriage slowly came from a distance, there was no guard, no court eunuch, only accompanied by Lime.

The eldest son ’s trust is a bit heavy. Once he was assassinated, he dared to leave the palace like this, making the burden on his heart heavier and heavier ~ Under the heavens, no one can hurt the grandson unless he is congenitally intimate.

Standing high, you can see far, and the arrow in his hand can naturally shoot far.

The grandson's carriage arrived soon, and there were many spies from Weiyang Palace outside the palace, who wanted to determine his position easily.

The carriage stopped under the pagoda. Lime accompanied the grandson on the pagoda and saw Ning Chen in a wheelchair.

"Sister Niang, Sister Lime"

Long time no see, Ning Chen didn't know what to say, grinned and said hello.

Seeing the wheelchair under Ning Chen, Lime felt a pain in his heart, and his tears almost did not fall. He didn't care about Chang Sun's presence and stepped forward and gently patted the former's head.

"Humph"

Aside, Changsun snorted coldly, with ten thousand dissatisfaction and anger towards the kid while he couldn't bear it.

Ning Chen didn't dare to delay because of the tight time. He turned the wheelchair and passed the envelope in his hand. "Ma'am, this letter is too involved. I really have no way to invite you out here."

The grandson took the letter, glanced at the lacquer that had been torn open, and said lightly, "Have you seen it?"

This is unique to the generals above the barracks generals. Non-essential things will not be used, and the private demolition of military letters is also a crime of death.

Ning Chen scratched his head embarrassedly. If he didn't see how he would know that the matter was serious.

The eldest grandson didn't care too much. If she really cares about it, this kid has made too many mistakes, and it is not too much to die a hundred times.

After opening the letter, Chang Sun glanced, his eyes slightly shrunk, and his face became more and more gloomy.

"Good Beiwuhou!"

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