After dusk, the world is silent.

Murong Qingyi, who was dressed in a red robe, finally arrived at Ning Chen's camp under the escort of Murong Xuan.

It's a long and dangerous journey.

Murong Qingyi, who has been pampered since childhood, was so cold that his nose was red, and he stood quietly in front of his brother Ning, his mouth pursed, and he wanted to cry.

Murong Xuan took the pot of wine handed by Chen Qingzhi, waved his hand and said, "Crying, crying, I know crying, raising you so big, I haven't seen you cry for me once?" ”

"Hmph." Murong Qingyi glared at his father fiercely, gritting his teeth.

Murong Xuan scratched his ears and pretended not to hear.

Finally, at the invitation of Chen Qingzhi, he left the camp.

Murong Qingyi looked left and right, and after making sure that there were no outsiders, his steps moved, like a light elf, and quickly burrowed into Ning Chen's warm arms.

Ning Chen stretched out his arms, and after pressing his chin against Murong Qingyi's little head, he asked with a smile, "Why are you here?" ”

"I'm coming to see you."

Murong Qingyi rubbed his nose and took a deep breath, quite nostalgic for the familiar smell emanating from Ning Chen's body.

Ning Chen laughed silently, letting this girl wantonly hold herself.

After a long time, Murong Qingyi raised his head, his eyes flashing, "Brother Ning, did you miss me?" ”

Ning Chen bared his teeth, "You guess." ”

"Hmph." Murong Qingyi snorted lightly, wrinkled his nose, and pretended to be displeased, "Definitely not." ”

Looking at Murong Qingyi, who was a head shorter than himself, his eyes were joyful.

Murong Qingyi looked at this affectionate and veined eyes, and immediately cheered, if it weren't for the rampant private army here and the crowd of people, she couldn't wait to ......

"Hey."

Murong Qingyi suddenly let out a long sigh and lost his voice again.

Ning Chen pulled up Murong Qingyi's five fingers, "Let's go out for a walk." ”

Murong Qingyi took small steps, lowered his head, and followed behind Ning Chen.

Along the way, when encountering the private army under his command, a very small number of subordinates would be bold enough to squeeze their eyebrows at Ning Chen, and the meaning of that look seemed to say, yo, the young marshal is so blessed, so he sent one away and another one came to the door.

Ning Chen waved his hand and made a go-and-go mouth, which immediately caused laughter.

Murong Qingyi buried his head and never dared to raise his head.

On the other side, Chen Qingzhi, who is fierce and fierce, is responsible for entertaining the dashing Murong Xuan.

Two peerless figures in different fields, each carrying a pot of wine, looked up at the endless vast prairie under the starry sky.

The stars hang and the moonlight is soft.

"How sure are you that this battle can be won?"

Murong Xuan leaned against a decaying dead tree, cushioned his head with one hand and carried wine in the other, lying on his side and asked.

Chen Qingzhi laughed, "The purple-shirted god marquis, who ranks third in the rivers and lakes, when did he also care about the affairs of the battlefield?" ”

"Just ask."

Murong Xuan raised his head and poured a sip of wine, standing side by side with Chen Qingzhi.

Chen Qingzhi pressed the jade belt, his expression was determined, and his tone was heavy, "Within three days, Lao Tzu will be able to destroy Chaoge City." ”

"How is the heavy armor iron cavalry of my Murong royal clan compared to your eight thousand Shura?"

Murong Xuan asked seemingly casually.

Chen Qingzhi's eyes narrowed, and he turned his head to stare at Murong Xuan with curiosity, and then recalled this sentence, which was obviously a side knock, meaning something.

"The words of the purple-shirted Shenhou are a bit interesting."

Chen Qingzhi forcibly squeezed out a smile, but the terrifying coldness in the depths of his pupils was even more obvious than the expected spring cold.

He is a battlefield general, and his feelings have always been intuitive and keen.

Murong Xuan's words, before he could explain it thoroughly, Chen Qingzhi reacted to what was going on.

Murong Xuan patted Chen Qingzhi on the shoulder, and left with a smile, his purple shirt fluttering, forming a beautiful landscape under the moonlight.

It's just that, compared with the past, this middle-aged man, who has always been known for his chic, is walking a little heavy at the moment.

Seeing Ning Hetu this time, Murong Xuan knew better than anyone what the meaning behind it represented.

And, Murong Anlan, who was full of words in the entire family, had already made his attitude clear to him in private, so the day he returned to the family at the end of the journey would be the official end of the Murong royal family.

Chen Qingzhi's stiff expression instantly became hideous, and he spit out a cursive word so heavy that he muttered to himself, eventful, eventful, eventful.

On the vast grasslands.

Ning Chen and Murong Qingyi walked side by side, and the young marshal of the Ning family, who habitually held his head in his hands, seemed to have noticed the hesitation and hesitation in Murong Qingyi's expression.

"If there's anything, just say it." Ning Chen's tone was restrained and said lightly.

This subtle change in tone made Murong Qingyi sigh in his heart.

Looking up again, his face was sad and lonely.

"Brother Ning, my grandfather ......" Murong Qingyi crashed into Ning Chen's arms, buried his head, and cried.

This farewell, it doesn't really matter when we see each other again in the future.

What is really unacceptable is that maybe one day, the Murong royal family will be enemies of life and death with Ning Chen.

Ning Chen, who had always been smart, was silent for a few seconds, and asked, "I want to know, why?" ”

"I don't know."

Murong Qingyi wiped his eyes dry, and said with teary eyes, "However, it should be related to Sister Praruo." ”

Ning Chen's look of self-belief showed a slight trance for a moment.

When he was very young, Ning Jian once told him about the past and present lives of the Admiral of the Nine Gates and the Eight Governors, and also mentioned Li Banruo's tragic life experience.

Beyond that, nothing else has been revealed.

For so many years, Ning Chen has revealed in front of Hongyao, even Li Panruo and his father Ning Zhichuan have been kept in their bones.

In fact, strictly speaking, there are certain loopholes in time, but the strange thing is that the three generations of the Ning family, aside from Ning Jian, the rest don't know about it at all.

If it weren't for Ning Jian's initiative to reveal, Ning Chen would never have known in his life that the Li family, which was once on an equal footing with the eight royal families, was wiped out cleanly except for Li Panruo.

"The case of destroying the door seems to be heavily implicated, and now even your Murong royal family is involved."

Ning Chen raised his head, looked at the wind and the earth, and sighed silently.

"What should I do?" Murong Qingyi clasped Ning Chen's fingers in a panic, and said pitifully.

Ning Chen wrapped his arms around Murong Qingyi's palm in distress and shook his head, "I don't know." ”

This sentence made Murong Qingyi suddenly become distraught, staggering and squatting on the ground, holding his head in his hands.

After a long time, Murong Qingyi asked softly, "If that day really comes, will you not even let go of my Murong royal family for the sake of Sister Praruo?" ”

"I don't know."

Ning Chen repeated the four words, his tall and slender body stiffened in place.

Murong Qingyi raised his head and looked at his back.

It seems that for the first time in this life, I feel that my brother Ning has become a little strange.

There is even an illusion that it is close at hand, far away in the sky.

(End of chapter)