My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

The most independent and beautiful woman of the Nalan royal family within three generations should have had many clusters and countless suitors.

However, at this moment, the liver and intestines are broken, and the pain is unspeakable.

The grievances and grievances of the ancestors and the previous generation have ruined a good relationship between the two, and they will meet again in the coming year, maybe it will be a sword and a soldier......

"There are 80,000 words in the world, but only one word of love hurts the most."

Ning Chen muttered to himself, gently spread Nalan Guanyin's hands, and then turned to leave.

Nalan Guanyin was sad, stopped in place for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh.

After leaving the residence, Ning Chen called Song Que, briefly explained his requirements, and went straight to an ancient town in Fengtian.

Once I went, when I returned, it was already lonely.

Ning Chen did not enter the door, but sat outside the steps and waited all night.

The night was long, and the cold wind covered the face.

Ning Chen didn't move at all, but his pupils were deep, gloomy, compared to his previous self-confident and free daily state, tonight, he was destined to be listless.

Nalan Guanyin was ready to say goodbye without saying goodbye.

Because a short exchange with Ning Chen during the day was enough to break her liver and intestines, before parting at this time, seeing each other again would only increase her sadness.

Instead of that, it is better to leave Fengtian quietly and leave this city that has left too many good memories.

Gently push the door open.

Nalan Guanyin looked stunned, then full of guilt, and finally in the depths of her emotions, there was a touch of joy, and then, she was replaced by a lingering sadness and loneliness.

"I knew you'd sneak away."

Ning Chen sat on the steps, turned his back to Nalan Guanyin, and said in a gloomy tone, "So, I didn't dare to close my eyes all night, for fear that if I got up tomorrow morning, I would miss even the last good goodbye." ”

A pun intended.

The implication is that Nalan Guanyin knows it.

That time, the loyal old servant quietly left Fengtian in this way, and halfway through, Ning Chen didn't know it.

After that, Huang Tianci died in Gusu.

Never came back.

Ning Chen struggled to open his bloodshot eyes, holding his chin with both hands, depressed and weak.

Nalan Guanyin knew that he was ashamed, and quietly sat in front of Ning Chen, subconsciously leaning on his shoulder.

"That year, I snatched one of your shoes, thinking that as a token of love, when I return to the Nalan royal family one day, I will return it to you with my own hands."

Ning Chen shook his head, his tone sighing.

No one would have thought that the two royal families, who were originally world friends, would turn against each other in the end, and the eight-thousand-year-old of the Nalan family almost buried him with his own hands.

"Nalan Botian, if you don't kill, I'm not reconciled."

Ning Chen's tone returned to indifference.

Nalan Guanyin's expression is complicated, Nalan Botian is eight thousand years old.

Now the Nalan royal family has a transcendent existence.

"Do you regret meeting me?" Nalan Guanyin's soft voice sounded in Ning Chen's ears.

Ning Chen's subsequent tone showed a firmness that he had never felt before, "No regrets." ”

"Hmm." Nalan Guanyin hummed softly, and the depths of her pupils finally regained a trace of brilliance.

Ning Chen turned around, squatted in front of Nalan Guanyin, gently lifted her right foot, and said seriously, "I've been in Fengtian for so long, and I haven't given you any gifts, these cloth shoes are the only ancient town I personally went to Fengtian to buy them, I'll change them for you?" ”

Nalan Guanyin's expression froze, looking at the pair of embroidered brocade shoes in the cloth, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"River Map ......"

Nalan Guanyin opened his mouth and felt that something was stuck in his throat, so that there was nothing to say.

"Does it fit?"

"It's just right."

Nalan Guanyin replied gently, and then hesitantly added, "But...... I was reluctant to wear it and wanted to keep it. ”

"Silly girl."

Ning Chen was so angry that he knocked on Nalan Guanyin's smooth forehead, and his movements were gentle.

Nalan Guanyin turned his head, quietly raised his gaze, looked at his feet, and on the top of his eyebrows, there was a touch of joy.

Full of hair.

Fall sideways.

If you look closely, you can see that you already have long hair and waist.

Ning Chen stretched out his hand to pull Nalan Guanyin's long hair, inch by inch, and finally coiled it up for her with his own hands, "Pay attention to safety on the road, and ...... in the near future." I should be back in the north too. ”

Nalan Guanyin did not stay, and through Ning Chen's arrangement, he finally left Fengtian City and returned to the Nalan royal family.

The peace in the north is about to be broken, and when Ning Chen returns to the north, it indicates that the territory of 10,000 miles is about to be a golden iron horse, a beacon of fire and wolf smoke.

Nalan Guanyin knows it.

Therefore, return to the family as soon as possible, as for how to deal with Ning Chen's offensive in the future, no one knows.

Ning Chen stood in the courtyard, stunned.

On this side, a pair of beauties under the moon parted with injuries.

On the other side, a middle-aged man in the north gently put down the brush in his hand and looked at the handwriting in front of him with a happy expression.

"The sky is long in Chang'an, and he is drunk and returns home."

The middle-aged man, with a smile on his face, silently read the handwriting on the rice paper, finished a sentence, full of joy, and finally bowed down and carefully dried the handwriting.

In the north, there is a city called the Forbidden City.

To the north, there is a street called Chang'an Street.

In the north, there was once a young man named Ning Hetu.

And the middle-aged man in front of him is surnamed Ning Zhichuan.

Dressed elegantly, like a scholar in a literary shirt, his whole body exudes a Sven atmosphere.

"Son, I know that one day, you will be dignified and upright, and you will have to return to the north, this painting is a gift from your father."

It was the middle-aged man of Ning Zhichuan who gently rolled up the calligraphy and paintings and hung them in the study.

On the side of the study, there is a heavy knife that has not yet been unsheathed.

His gaze shifted from calligraphy and painting to the heavy knife, and then the five fingers of his right hand gently held the heavy knife, and in the depths of his pupils, there were memories, memories, and memories of the past years.

"The Tuoba God will always look at you unpleasantly, but Lao Tzu's son, where is his turn to be unpleasant?!"

Ning Zhichuan raised his head and muttered to himself.

At this moment, a light rain was falling outside the window, blowing on the eaves, making a crisp sound.

Long.

The silent Forbidden City suddenly exploded with a touch of brilliance, dazzling and dazzling, like a meteor.

The whole city was restless, and the people were panicked.

This smear of starlight seems to reveal an invisible suppression, enveloping the top of the sky, which is breathtaking.

Especially the Ning family, the first royal family in the Forbidden City, was even more shocked, because this glow of suspected sword light was from the deep mansion compound of the Ning family, soaring into the sky.

"The third son of the sixth prince, who is ill and sick, has regained his grip on the knife, this is to reappear in the rivers and lakes."

"Third son? Ning Zhichuan? Isn't he weak like a scholar, is he still a master? ”

The Forbidden City has set off heated discussions, but compared to many young people, they have only heard of Ning Zhichuan, but they don't know that this scholarly middle-aged man was once a celebrity in the rivers and lakes.

"Many years ago, in this river and lake, there was a white-clothed prime minister, who ranked third in the world, and his surname was Ningmingzhichuan."

After the words were finished, the whole city was a sensation.

Sure enough.

In the Forbidden City, in front of Chang'an Avenue.

Xiaoxiang night rain.

The moon is sinking in the west.

A fluttering white dress, crossed Chang'an Avenue and left the Forbidden City.