The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Summer Imperial City, autumn to winter, the first snow in early winter without warning, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Magistrate Hou Fu, Ning Chen stood in the courtyard, looking at the snowflakes falling all over the sky, with a faint smile on his face.

It's winter, and time flies.

In the wind and snow, the speed of walking sword in the white night is faster and faster. The light of the sword soars everywhere and amazes the world.

In a month's time, the sword of the peak has become more and more perfect. The rare wizard on the sword in the world is developing rapidly.

In January, when he teaches martial arts, Ning Chen abides by the agreement and has no reservation. He teaches as much as he can learn by day and night.

After a few breath, the sword light dissipates. In the wind and snow, the white night figure stops. Looking at the figure in plain clothes in front, the cold eyes flash with complex light.

"Time is up, you go." Ning Chen opens his mouth and says quietly.

White night clenches the sword in the hand, a whole body real Qi surging, more than before January.

"You are not my opponent now, the chance is only once, if you fail, I won't stay" Ning Chen light way.

White night body a shock, eyes to restore reason, finally saw a person in front of, immediately turned away.

"Zhiming Hou, you are becoming more and more incomprehensible to me"

not long after I left the white night, the dragon's gate appeared on the void, a familiar figure came out, and the strong breath reached the peak of great circle.

"Long time no see, Yang Hong"

Ning Chen looks at the comer and says.

"I'll take your majesty back to northern Mongolia"

Yang Hong said indifferently.

"Yes"

Ning Chen nodded and responded calmly.

The door of the guest room in the west chamber is opened, and the bright moon in Chinese clothes comes out. Behind him, amethyst, who has just recovered from serious injury, follows and walks together.

"Your Majesty"

Yang Hong half knelt down and said respectfully.

"Don't be polite, marquis Yang, let's go"

Mingyue said and walked out of the hospital.

Amethyst Heart a sigh, speechless followed up.

Three people leave, Hou Fu becomes quiet again, snowflakes flutter all over the sky, standing in plain clothes, looking at the distant figure, silent.

"In fact, Mingyue doesn't want to go"

I don't know when, behind the plain clothes, Xinyu comes, dressed in palace clothes, with a beautiful face, which is more beautiful than the wind and snow.

"I know"

Ning Chen answered softly, turned to look at the woman beside her, and said with a smile, "she has grown up and can't be as willful as a little girl any more. It's her choice and responsibility to protect BEIMENG"

"really no longer in charge, don't worry?"

Xinyu raised her hand to brush away the snowflakes on the former and said softly.

"Well"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "Yang Hong knows what to do. He is the one who left for Mingyue at the beginning. He is trustworthy"

Xinyu was silent. After a moment, he whispered, "since the work here has been finished, let's go too"

"where to go?" Ning Chen asks a way.

"Ordinary people's home"

Xinyu smiles and says, "I'm tired these years too. I just want to spend the rest of my life peacefully and don't want to see these rights struggles any more"

"OK"

Ning Chen nods slightly and says, "let's go"

under the blue and white oil paper umbrella, they leave the Houfu as usual, It seems that there is nothing special. No one knows that once they leave, they will be forever.

In Weiyang palace, lime feels the breath of two people's going away. Her eyes are dim. In the past 20 years, I hope she can be happy.

……

Half a year later, in the west of Daxia, there is a small remote city. The city is in disrepair and full of the breath of time. The people in the city work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Although they are poor, they are contented with the world.

In a private school in the city, the sound of Lang Lang's reading came out. In the library, a figure in plain clothes stood in front, patiently teaching the top ten children to read and read again and again.

Outside the hall, an old man with white beard looked at the young people in the hall and nodded his head. He was old and couldn't teach any more. Now with this young man, he can trust the children to him.

"Jade is not cut, it's not a tool, people don't learn, they don't know the meaning"

"jade is not cut, it's not a tool, people don't learn, they don't know the meaning"

in the hall, young people in plain clothes read a sentence. In front of them, more than ten children read a sentence. Although they don't understand what it means, they are very happy to be able to read books. The children of poor families are early masters and know the opportunity to read It's hard won, so we cherish it.

"Being a son of man, Fang Shaoshi, relatives, teachers and friends, learning etiquette"

"being a son of man, Fang Shaoshi, relatives, teachers and friends, learning etiquette"

the recitation came from the hall. Outside the hall, the old man bent his body and walked towards the back of the private school step by step.

Half a day passed quickly. At the end of school, the children got up one after another, saluted and said goodbye to their husband, and then ran to the outside.In the hall, Ning Chen shows a smile on his face and watches the children leave.

"Sir"

a little boy with a patch on his body came forward timidly and whispered.

"Xiaowen, what's the matter?"

Ning Chen squats down body, stretched out a hand to rub to rub the head of the little boy, light voice asks a way.

"Sir, my mother is ill. I want to stay at home and take care of her," the little man said timidly.

Ning Chen thought for a while, way, "you go home first, later, sir go to your home to see?"

"Well"

the little man nodded, packed up and trotted away from the school.

Watching all the children leave, Ning Chen closes the door of the school and walks towards the outside of the private school.

"Aunt Su, have a piece of tofu"

in front of the tofu stall along the street, Ning Chen stops, looks at the woman in front and says.

"It's Mr. Ning"

after the booth, a woman in coarse cloth looked at the girl and said, "Xiaomei, get Mr. Ning a piece of tofu quickly"

"OK"

the girl named Xiaomei wrapped the cut tofu and handed it to the person in front of her. She blushed and said, "Mr. Ning, the tofu you want"

"thank you"

" Ning Chen smiles, takes the bean curd, puts down the copper coin, and immediately steps toward the West.

"It's very polite of a scholar like Mr. Ning"

the woman looked at the young man far away and sighed.

"Mother, it's getting late. Let's clean up and go back too"

Su Mei looked back at her mother and said.

"Well"

the woman nodded and began to clean up the bean curd stall.

"Little eyebrow?"

"Well?"

Su Mei's eyes moved, wondering.

After a moment's hesitation, the woman said in a soft voice, "Mr. Ning has a family. You've seen his wife, who was born like the people in the painting, so"

"mother, please stop talking"

Su Mei interrupted the former, her face was slightly red, and her tone was a bit wronged. "I know what you mean, I won't be delusional"

"ah ”

the woman sighed and said nothing more.

In the east of the city, in front of an ordinary small courtyard not far from the private school, Ning Chen pushed the door and looked at the beautiful picture of the pharmacy garden in the courtyard. She said with a smile, "I'm back"

Xinyu looked up and said with a soft smile, "Why are you so late today?"

"I went to Aunt Su to buy some tofu. After walking one more street, I'm a little late." Ning Chen replied with a smile .

"Tired for a day, go back to the house to have a rest, I'll go to cook"

Xinyu got up and walked forward, took the tofu and whispered.

"Well"

Ning Chen nodded and walked towards the room together.

Just after winter, the weather is still a little cold, but there is a fire in the room, which is much warmer than outside.

Before long, Xinyu brought the prepared food. The food was very simple, a plate of tofu, a plate of green vegetables and two bowls of rice, which was no different from ordinary people's home.

"Xinyu, come out with me later"

Ning Chen said while eating.

"What can I do for you?"

Xinyu put some green vegetables in the bowl of the former, wondering.

"Xiaowen's mother is ill, I want you to help me"

Ning Chen told the truth.

"Good"

Xinyu nodded and said, "let's go after dinner. It's very easy to get sick in this season. I've heard about the child's family. It seems that it's not very good, so I can't afford a doctor."

it's getting dark outside. After dinner, they go out together.

On the night of early spring, a cold moon is hanging high. There are almost no stars on the nine days. The cold moon night is even quieter.

Two people walking in the street, along the way rarely speak, quietly accompanied, with each other.

Half a year's time, let the two people who have been running and waiting for 30 years hardly calm down.

All of a sudden, at the end of the street, a horseback raced to break the peace and galloped past them. A moment later, it disappeared into the night.

"Didn't you?"

Ning Chen holds the side woman, light voice way.

"No"

Xinyu shakes her head slightly, looks at the front, and says, "it's strange, that person just now is very strange, it should not be from here"

"maybe it's a passer-by"

Ning Chen answers, ignores it and continues to walk forward.

Half an hour later, in front of a dilapidated house in the east corner of the city, they came to ningchen and knocked on the door.

"Yes, sir"

in the house, the little boy, who is washing clothes, looks happy and runs forward in three or two steps to open the door.

"Sir"Seeing the person in front of her, Xiaowen called out with joy. However, when she noticed the fairy like woman beside her husband, she immediately became timid.

"Xiaowen, I'm your husband's wife. Come and have a look at your mother's illness"

Xinyu squatted down and said softly.

"Please Please come in "

Xiaowen answered nervously and made way.

In the house, a beautiful woman was lying on the bed. She was very pale and coughed from time to time. She looked very sick.

Xinyu came forward, sat by the bed, and explored the woman's pulse carefully.

Ning Chen stands on one side, Yu Guang sees a sword hanging on the wall, looks slightly a Zheng.

How can there be a sword in Xiaowen's house?

"Sir, how are you going to cure your mother's illness?"

Xiaowen shook the arms of the people around him, and his big eyes were full of pleading.

With that, Xiaowen seemed to think of something. He climbed onto the stool, took off the sword hanging on the wall, handed it to the former, and said with tears in his eyes, "Sir, my mother said, this sword is my family's heirloom. It's spiritual. I don't have any money. Can I use this sword as medicine fee?"

"Sir, you see, this is really my family heirloom." Xiaowen tried to pull out the hilt and scabbard, but he couldn't pull it out.

On one side, Xinyu sighed. Although the sword has spirit, how dare it come out of its sheath in front of him.