Early the next morning.

Ning Chen gently closed the book covered the table and let out a long breath.

The power struggle related to the Northern Dynasty has finally settled.

It's just a generation of famous generals, and it is a bit sad to send Huangfu Feiyue to the throne in this way.

According to their original agreement, as long as Li Chunyang can fully support Huangfu Feiyue, he Ning Hetu can do whatever it takes to protect his family for the rest of his life.

However, the world is created and cannot be controlled by man.

The Li family was full of people, and they all fell victim to that mutiny.

There were also half of the meritorious magnates of the Huangfu royal family, and with this knife, the Northern Dynasty was hollowed out at least half of its family foundation.

In three or five years, it will be difficult to get back to peak form.

"In the future, it will be difficult for a military general like Li Chunyang to appear on this battlefield."

Ning Chen put his hands behind his back and stared at the sky outside the window.

The season is cooler, and the breeze and drizzle are coming.

The azure smoke and rain will decorate the vast Beichuan City like a fairyland on earth, with few clouds and mist, rising into the sky.

"Those who have high merit and shock the Lord cannot be left since ancient times."

After being silent for a long time, Ning Chen muttered to himself.

This sentence was told to him by Wang Xianbing, and it was also the latter's last warning before his death.

In time, when the flag of King Ning is planted all over the northern land, will his henchmen be white, will he also be targeted?

Moreover, the times are evolving after all.

The wave of reform, sooner or later, will sweep across the territory of the north, one day, the north will really change its face, where will the Ninghe map go?

Where should the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses under the command of the surname Ning go?

"The more power you have, the more worries you have."

Ning Chen stroked his head, his expression depressed.

The afterglow fell to the door, and Nalan Guanyin, who had not been seen for a long time, stood silently in front of Ning Chen.

After hearing this, he wondered, "Isn't it good to have one person below ten thousand people?" ”

"You don't understand."

Ning Chen touched his nose and knocked on Nalan Guanyin's smooth head.

The latter didn't make a sound, thinking about the affairs of the Dafeng Dynasty, and couldn't help but ask, "How to deal with the Pranya side?" ”

"The red medicine has passed, and there is no worry for the time being."

When Ning Chen said this, his eyebrows flashed with murderous intent, "This Cao Xuanjia, this king will send him on his way sooner or later." ”

Stay overnight in Beichuan.

Ning Chen returned to the Forbidden City the next day.

According to Ning Jian's meaning, he hoped that he could go through the Fengshentai again, so that he could be regarded as a complete return to the family.

Because of Li Xuanhuang's matter after being delayed for a while, the Ning royal family has already made arrangements.

Now, it's up to him to attitude.

Returning to the place where I once grew up, I was in a new state of mind, walking through the corridors, gardens, and even small mansions that I had lived in for many years.

For the first time, Ning Chen felt that seeing things and thinking about people was the saddest, the true meaning of this sentence.

Walking through the place where Lu Li lived, Ning Chen was stunned for a long time, as if everything was the way it was.

It's a pity that the poor girl who will feel so distressed will never come back.

"I remember once this girl angered me, and on the same day, I told my family to give her a blind date, and prepared to marry her out in a fit of anger."

Ning Chen pursed his lips and recalled, "Later, she was so scared that she didn't dare to see me for a few days. ”

Behind him, there stood a young man who was equally young and in his prime.

Ning Kunlun.

Since Fengtian parted, the two have only met for a long time.

"Brother Hetu." Ning Kunlun opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort him.

He carried two jars of wine in his hands.

Ning Chen took the wine from Ning Kunlun's side and instructed, "You are busy with yourself, I'll go see her." ”

"I'll be with you."

Ning Kunlun thought about it and still suggested.

Ning Chen didn't reply, took two jars of wine, shook his pace, and slowly walked towards the mountain behind the Ning family.

It was still early in the morning and the air was still a little wet.

There was no wind on the mountain.

The branches and leaves on both sides are slowly swaying, like colorful butterflies competing for beauty.

Since Lu Li's suicide, the Ning royal family has not been buried thickly, and she was guilty at that time, so in the end, she just set up a place to sleep at will.

In the past few years, everyone has been deliberately forgetting such a person.

So much so that over the years, the surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, and even the inscriptions were covered.

The word green pear is even more blurry to the point that it is impossible to see the specific traces.

"I've come to see you."

Ning Chen was in a daze for a long time, squatting next to him, looking in a trance.

'Young Master, what do you want to do most after you are invincible in the world? ’

'How can it be so easy to be invincible?' ’

But I feel like you can do it! ’

A playful girl, waving her pink fist, her words are chiseled.

At that time, she was more determined than herself.

It seems that in her eyes, her young master is destined to do anything.

"I'm almost invincible in the world, but you're gone, and I can't see it."

Ning Chen leaned against the side of the stone tablet and muttered to himself.

The old past, like a cloud of smoke climbing over the eyebrows, is vivid.

A girl in green, holding a red lantern in both hands, walked by the bridge.

I obviously like it very much, but I have to pretend not to care, and even a little disgusted.

When a person sneaked out, he hummed a song with joy while carefully looking at the big red lantern in his hand.

Ning Chen remembered that the last time he made lanterns by hand was in Fengtian.

At that time, several maids under the knees had already walked, died, and scattered.

Now that another year has passed, and his skills are becoming more and more mature, and he no longer has the heart to make red lanterns.

A glass of wine.

Ning Chen clasped his hands on his knees, leaned against the tombstone, and slowly lost his mind.

At this time, the entire Ning royal family collectively fell silent.

Although I basically know that this hot-blooded man who has been wandering in a foreign country for many years has returned to the family, but because of some worldly involvement, he needs to be quiet alone.

Even Ning Zhichuan didn't dare to come forward to disturb.

Shrouded by this oppressive atmosphere, the sky above Wang Cheng's head was overshadowed by it.

Rumble!

After a long time, the heavens and the earth erupted with a roar.

Like a fierce tiger roaring in the forest, like a dragon across the sky, a huge sound wave, surrounding the top of the sky, has not dispersed for a long time.

Countless people looked at the top of their heads in amazement.

And the people of the Ning royal family, who knew it well, remained silent with a tacit understanding.

Even Ning Jian was lying in the courtyard, facing such a big restlessness, only his eyelashes trembled, and other than that, he did not make any statements or instructions.

"This kid has a grudge in his heart, let him be quiet."

Ning Jian sighed, looked at the autumn leaves in the garden, and did not squeak again.

Ning Chen, who is located in the mountain behind Ning's house, is surrounded by frost, and his deep eyes are like an ocean, flooding with turbulent waves.

No one dared to approach it.

Even because the fluctuations are so great that the surrounding eaves and rubble are trembling slightly.

"You know what? Your young master, you are really invincible in the world, you didn't see the wrong person at the beginning. Ning Chen spread out his five fingers, stroked the pale tombstone, and smiled gloomily.

Unfortunately, you can't see it......

(End of chapter)