The former homeland of mountains and rivers.

It's still the same as it was at the beginning.

Except for some undeserved, damned old people who died halfway through.

Everything, it seems, has not changed.

The young man who was like a god with one hand wrapped around his silver-white helmet and set off by the armor of the god of war was silent for a long, long time in the face of the vast city wall.

Behind him are hundreds of thousands of children.

In the past, there were the people living in the royal city.

At this moment, looking at the young men with trance-like expressions and outstanding appearances, they all fell silent with interest.

Nowadays, this seemingly beautiful scene has actually paid too many people's unprovoked sacrifices.

"Young marshal, it's windy outside."

Nie Yinniang, who had slightly raised hair and had an outstanding figure, frowned a few times, thinking that it was not a way to stand here all the time, so she took a few steps forward and reminded in a low voice.

Ning Chen took a deep breath, "Let me look at it for a while." ”

Nie Yinniang's heart cramped slightly, and her slender five fingers patted Ning Chen's shoulder, comforting, "The past is over." ”

Ning Chen didn't make a sound, still wandering thousands of miles.

After a while, Hongyao stood close to the front silently, and after his body trembled obviously for a few minutes, he held Ning Chen tightly with one hand, and pointed to a certain position with the other.

Ning Chen muttered, "Do you remember? ”

Red Medicine nodded his little head.

How can you not remember?

In the past, the young man in his prime, who had nothing to do in his spare time, liked to take her and the green pear around the wall, and he was interested, and he liked to graffiti all over the wall.

Red medicine often squatted to the side and watched quietly.

Green Pear didn't have the consciousness of being a subordinate at all, either because Ning Chen was slow, or because he felt that the painting was not good.

It's more of a pointer, a stubborn look that you have to draw as I say, or you'll be annoyed to death.

In the end, Ning Chen, who was embarrassed and angry, deliberately shook his hand casually and smeared the green pear on his face full of oily juice.

The boy doesn't know what it's like to be sad.

At that time, Ning Chen felt that it was fun.

Actually, the green pear was sad for a long time after that.

She didn't mind that there was any difference between master and servant, but she simply thought that she was really ugly in front of the young marshal that day.

How many years will this be remembered?

'Green pear, you girl has been following me all day long, chattering endlessly, I have to find a way to marry you off as soon as possible, so as not to bother me every day. ’

'Don't ......'

'Why not?' Do you want to stay by my side for the rest of your life? ’

'Because ......'

Because from the day I entered Ning's house.

Because from the day I met you, young master.

It is destined to be your person.

Death is your ghost.

In the short years of more than 20 years, the little green pear, which is as humble as dust, has fulfilled its promise.

It was very windy.

Close your eyes.

It's full of her shadow.

"Memories are like a storyteller, with a tone full of local accents, jumping over puddles, bypassing small villages, and waiting for the fate of encounters." Ning Chen's eyes were tightly closed, trembling slightly.

Your singing is still in your ears, blowing.

"You take a little nap under the tree, and I am stupid enough to wait for you to take me back to that city."

"From now on, there is a person living in my heart, and we used to look stupid."

Double ponytail, green kaftan.

Every day when he looks up and doesn't look down, he has to stubbornly squeeze him into a red face and a thick neck, and in the end, not only does he admit his mistake, but he also looks at ease.

Afterwards, I secretly looked at him who had nothing to do with himself, and was full of joy.

There are too many people who cater to you, and I only have to talk to you every day that you will put the different me in your heart, right?

"yes, I'll never forget you in my life."

Ning Chen stood at the foot of the royal city and talked to himself.

After all, Bai Qi felt unbearable, took a few steps forward, gently took the helmet in Ning Chen's hand, almost pushed him, and turned to face the tens of thousands of people in the royal city.

His eyes lit up.

From front to back, tens of thousands of figures are densely packed, like the tide falling, kneeling down one by one.

"Welcome home the King of the Side-by-Shoulders."

"Welcome Young Marshal Ning home."

"Welcome Hetu home......"

Ning Chen supported his hands, and the God of War armor was windless and automatic.

This is a young man in the sky, one step, nearly 10,000 people in the city knelt on the ground to say goodbye, and the sound waves that rose and fell one after another, like a tide, rose and fell.

Ning Chen quickened his pace and walked towards the two elders standing in the center of the royal city.

Ning Jian, whose body is not as good as day by day, and his father, who has always liked chic.

"Grandpa."

After a few steps forward, Ning Chen bowed slightly and saluted his grandfather.

Then he simply nodded with Ning Zhichuan.

Ning Jian raised his yellowed five fingers, rubbed Ning Chen's head, and laughed heartily, "Stinky boy, I'm finally home." ”

Ning Chen showed a smile that seemed to be emotional, but it was actually far-fetched.

Ning Jian saw all this in his eyes, but he didn't break it, patted Ning Chen's shoulder, and reminded, "Let's go, let's go home together." ”

From here, arrive at the deep mansion compound of the Ning family.

It's only a few miles away, and it's only half an hour's work.

And he Ning River Diagram walked for four years.

It took the blood of countless people and the years of countless people to bury it, and finally entered this incomparably familiar road home.

Bai Qi, Chen Qingzhi, and Hua Rong followed.

"These years are becoming more and more unforgiving, and after walking a few steps, I will be tired and panicked." Along the way, Ning Jian sighed and pursed his lips helplessly.

Ning Chen did the same, pursed his lips, smiled and said nothing.

Don't overdo it.

Seeing Ning Zhichuan, who was completely idle, he was looking left and right.

"Shouldn't you be excited about such a grand event when I come home? Even if it's implicitly expressed, is it okay? Ning Chen quipped, "How do you act like you're fine?" ”

Ning Zhichuan rolled his eyes, "Could it be that you should also kneel down and ask for peace?" ”

Raising his eyebrows, he pretended to be yin and yang and imitated in a hoarse voice, "Welcome home the king side by side?" Did the white-clothed minister kneel down for you? ”

"I don't dare to accept it." Ning Chen waved his hand.

Ning Zhichuan squinted, "How can I listen to what you mean, do you really have this idea?" ”

raised a chestnut and knocked it on the back of Ning Chen's head.

Ning Chen hugged his head, "There are so many people watching at the bottom, can you give me some face?" ”

Ning Zhichuan finally showed a smile of great satisfaction, "Waiting for a day, I have actually waited for a long time." ”

A century-old royal family, no inheritance.

In the future, it's really up to you to shoulder it.

"Hetu, from now on, the Ning family has the final say, I should completely leave it alone."

Ning Jian subconsciously clenched Ning Chen's right hand, this action can be regarded as a formal change of royal power.

Ning Chen patted the back of Ning Jian's hand, "Don't worry, the Ning family has me." ”

Ning Jian smiled, and his forward pace suddenly stopped in place.

Raising his head and looking at the prosperity of the city, this old man had a variety of expressions in just a moment, including excitement, pride, and reluctance and nostalgia when he was dying.

Ning Chen and Ning Jian stood side by side, silent.

The life and death of people are the reincarnation of heaven.

Can't escape.

(End of chapter)