The Imperial City of Great Summer, autumn goes to winter, and the first snow in early winter comes without warning, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Knowing the fate of the Hou Mansion, Ning Chen stood in the courtyard, looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, with a faint smile on his face.

Winter is here, and time flies really fast.

In the wind and snow, the sword is walking in the white night, the speed is getting faster and faster, and the sword light is soaring, which is amazing in the world.

In a month's time, the sword of the pinnacle has become more perfect, and the rare sword wizard in the world has progressed rapidly.

In January, Ning Chen obeyed the agreement and had no reservations, and he taught as much as he could in the white night.

After a few breaths, the sword light dissipated, and in the wind and snow, the figure of Bai Ye stopped, looking at the figure of Su Yi in front of him, his cold eyes flashed with a complicated light.

"When the time comes, let's go" Ning Chen opened his mouth and said calmly.

Bai Ye clenched the sword in his hand, and his true qi surged, even better than a month ago.

"You are not my opponent yet, there is only one chance, if you fail, I will not keep my hand anymore" Ning Chen said lightly.

Bai Ye's body shook, his eyes regained his senses, and he finally glanced at the person in front of him, and then turned to leave.

"Knowing your fate, you are getting more and more incomprehensible to me"

Not long after Bai Ye left, above the void, the Dragon Gate appeared, and a familiar figure walked out, with a powerful aura, which had reached the peak of the Great Perfection.

"Long time no see, Yang Hong"

Ning Chen looked at the comer and spoke.

"I'll take Your Majesty back to Northern Mongolia"

Yang Hong said indifferently.

"Yes"

Ning Chen nodded and replied calmly.

In the West Wing guest room, the door opened, and Mingyue, dressed in a gorgeous costume, walked out, and behind him, Amethyst, who had just recovered from a serious injury, followed and walked together.

"Your Majesty"

Yang Hong half-knelt and said respectfully.

"Yang Hou doesn't have to be polite, let's go"

Mingyue said a word and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

Amethyst sighed in her heart and followed wordlessly.

The three of them left, and the Hou Mansion became quiet again, with snowflakes fluttering in the sky, standing quietly in plain clothes, looking at the distant figure, silent.

"Actually, Mingyue doesn't want to go"

I don't know when, behind Su Yi, Xin Yu came, dressed in a palace uniform, and her face was more beautiful than the snowstorm.

"I know"

Ning Chen replied softly, turned to look at the woman beside her, and said with a smile, "She has grown up, she can no longer be as willful as a little girl, it is her choice and her responsibility to protect Beimeng."

"Really don't care anymore, don't worry?"

Xin Yu raised her hand to brush away the snowflakes on the former's body and said softly.

"Hmm"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "Yang Hong knows what to do, he is the person who Fan Lingyue left for Mingyue at the beginning, and he is trustworthy."

Xinyu was silent, and after a moment, she said softly, "Since the things here have been done, let's go too."

"Where are you going?" Ning Chen asked.

"Ordinary people's home"

Xin Yu showed a smile on her face and said, "I've been tired all these years, and the rest of the days, I just want to spend the rest of my days in peace, and I don't want to see these power struggles again."

"Good"

Ning Chen bowed his head slightly and said, "Let's go."

The wind and snow drifted, under the blue and white oil paper umbrella, the two of them left the Hou Mansion in steps, just like in the past, they didn't look special, no one knew that the departure of the two was forever.

In Weiyang Palace, Lime felt the breath of the two of them going away, her eyes were slightly dark, and she hoped that she could be happy in the past twenty years.

……

Half a year later, in the west of Great Xia, a remote small city, the city in disrepair is full of the breath of time, the people in the city work at sunrise and rest at sunset, although they are poor, they are not quarreled with the world, and they are happy and content. In a private school in the city, the sound of Lang Lang's reading came out, and in the study hall, a figure in plain clothes stood in front of him, patiently teaching more than ten 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 man in the hall and nodded with satisfaction, he was old and couldn't teach, and now that this young man was here, he could entrust the children to him with confidence.

"If the jade is not cut, it is not a tool, people do not learn, and they do not know righteousness"

"If the jade is not cut, it is not a tool, people do not learn, and they do not know righteousness"

In the hall, the young man in plain clothes read a sentence, in front, more than a dozen children read a sentence, although they do not particularly understand what it means, but it is a very happy thing to be able to read a book, the children of poor families are already in charge, and they know that the opportunity to read is not easy to come by, so they cherish it.

"As a son of man, when Fang is young, he is a teacher and friend, and he learns etiquette"

"As a son of man, when Fang is young, he is a teacher and friend, and he learns etiquette"

One by one, the recitation came out of the hall, and outside the hall, the old gentleman leaned over and walked towards the back of the private school step by step.

Half a day passed quickly, and at the end of the school day, the children in the hall got up, saluted their husband goodbye, and then ran outside in a hurry.

In the hall, Ning Chen had a smile on his face and watched the children leave.

"Mister"

A little boy with a patch on his body stepped forward timidly and shouted in a low voice.

"Xiaowen, 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 my mother," the little man said timidly.

Ning Chen thought for a while and said, "You go home first, and later, Mr. will go to your house to take a look, okay?"

"Hmm"

The little man nodded, packed up his things, and trotted out of the school.

Seeing that all the children had left, Ning Chen closed the door of the school hall and walked towards the outside of the private school.

"Aunt Su, let's have a tofu"

In front of the tofu stall along the street, Ning Chen stopped, looked at the woman in front of him, and spoke.

"It's Mr. Ning."

Behind the stall, a woman in coarse cloth clothes smiled, looked at the girl on the side, and said, "Xiaomei, quickly get Mr. Ning a piece of tofu."

"Good"

The girl known as Xiaomei wrapped the cut tofu and handed it to the person in front of her, and said with a slightly red face, "Mr. Ning, the tofu you want"

"Thank you"

Ning Chen smiled, took the tofu, put down the copper coin, and immediately walked towards the west.

"A reader like Mr. Ning is really polite"

The woman looked at the young man who was far away and sighed.

"Mother, it's not early, let's pack up and go back."

Su Mei retracted her gaze, looked at her mother beside her, and spoke.

"Hmm"

The woman nodded and began to clean up the tofu stall.

"Little eyebrows?"

"Huh?"

Su Mei looked over and wondered.

The woman hesitated for a moment, and after a moment, she said softly, "Mr. Ning is a family man, and you have also seen his lady, who was born like the person in the painting, so"

"Mother, don't say it"

Su Mei opened her mouth to interrupt the former's words, her face was slightly red, and her tone said with a hint of grievance, "I know what you mean, I won't be delusional."

"Hey"

The woman sighed softly 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 in, looked at the beautiful shadow of the medicine garden being sorted out in the courtyard, and said with a smile, "I'm back"

Xinyu raised her head, smiled softly, and said, "Why is it late today?"

"I went to Aunt Su to buy some tofu, and after walking one more street, it was a little late," Ning Chen replied with a smile.

"I'm tired of the day, go back to the house and rest for a while, I'll go cook"

Xinyu got up and stepped forward, took the tofu, and said softly.

"Hmm"

Ning Chen nodded and walked towards the house together.

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

It didn't take long for Xinyu to bring the prepared meal, the meal 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 homes.

"Xinyu, come out with me later"

Ning Chen said while eating.

"What's the matter?"

Xin Yu sandwiched some green vegetables into the former bowl and wondered.

"Xiaowen's mother is sick, I want you to help take a look"

Ning Chen said truthfully.

"Good"

Xinyu nodded and said, "Let's go over after dinner, it's easy to get sick at this time, I've also heard about the situation in the child's family, it doesn't seem to be very good, and I can't afford to hire a doctor."

It was getting dark outside, and after the two had eaten, they went out together.

On the night of early spring, a cold moon hangs high, and there are almost no stars above the nine heavens, and the cold and lonely moonlit night is even quieter.

The two walked on the street, rarely talking along the way, quietly accompanying each other.

Half a year has made it rare for the two people who have been running around and waiting for 30 years to calm down.

Suddenly, a horse came galloping from the end of the street, breaking the peace, speeding past the two men, and a moment later, disappearing into the night.

"Didn't you touch it?"

Ning Chen helped the woman beside him and said softly.

"Nope"

Xinyu shook her head gently, looked ahead with her eyes, and said, "It's a little strange, that person is very strange, it shouldn't be from here."

"Maybe it's a passerby."

Ning Chen answered, didn't pay any more attention, and continued to walk forward.

Half an hour later, in the east corner of the city, in front of a dilapidated house, the two walked up, and Ning Chen stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Yes sir"

In the house, the little boy who was washing clothes was happy, ran forward in three or two steps, and opened the door.

"Mister"

Seeing the person in front of him, Xiaowen called out happily, however, when he noticed the fairy-like woman beside his husband, he immediately became timid.

"Xiaowen, I am your husband's wife, come and see your mother's illness"

Xinyu squatted down and said with a gentle expression.

"Please...... Please come in"

Xiaowen responded a little nervously and got out of the way.

Inside the house, a handsome woman was lying on the bed, her face was unusually pale, she coughed from time to time, and seemed to be very sick.

Xinyu stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed, and carefully examined the woman's pulse.

Ning Chen stood aside, and when he saw a sword hanging on the wall, his expression was slightly stunned.

Xiaowen's family, how can there be a sword?

"Sir, are you curing your mother's illness?"

Xiaowen shook the arm of the person next to him, and his big eyes were full of pleading, and said.

After speaking, Xiaowen seemed to think of something, 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 that this sword is my family's heirloom, it is spiritual, my family has no silver, is it okay to use this sword as medicine?"

"Sir, look, this is really my family's heirloom" Xiaowen pulled out the hilt and scabbard of the sword vigorously, wanting Mr. to take a look, but he couldn't pull it out.

On the side, Xinyu saw this and sighed softly, although the sword has a spirit, how dare the sword of the mortal world be unsheathed in front of him.