Early the next morning.

Outside the royal city where wolf smoke should have been everywhere and war drums were beating.

Suddenly, there was silence.

Like an autumn wind racing knife, it swept through this vast territory that had witnessed the ups and downs of the Ning royal family for decades, and for a while, the city was silent, and no one opened up.

Ning Zhixiao, dressed neatly in white.

Kneel outside the royal city.

Facing Chang'an, backed by the direction of the Ningzi Wang Banner Exhibition.

Apologize for your sins.

Death as an appropriation.

His right hand, beaten by the wind and frost of the night, was as pale as snow.

But the saber still clutched in his palm, and the tip of the sheathed sword seeped into the soil, as if trying to support Ning Zhixiao Ning's unbending torso in this way

But how can a rebellious son who is destined to lose his heart, morality and morality, be worthy of the iron bones and die without falling down eight words?

"After struggling for four years, I finally accepted my fate."

"As soon as Ning Zhixiao dies, I have no leader in the dragons of the Forbidden City, and the young marshal Ning Hetu will not return at this time, when will he return?"

In a split second.

The royal city was shaken, and the mountains roared with a tsunami.

For these people living in the Forbidden City, since the beginning of the six princes' half-hidden and half-retreating, it has been determined that Ning Hetu is the helmsman of the royal city inherited from generation to generation.

Neither before, nor later.

Even if there is an accident halfway, for them, the young marshal is still a young marshal.

He represents the backbone of the Ning family.

It also represents the dignity and backbone of the Forbidden City.

Compared with the shaking of the city, the Ning royal family is actually quiet.

Ning Zhixiao's death can be regarded as an end, and it is also a relief for them.

However, at this moment, how to bury Ning Zhixiao immediately became a major issue, and at the same time, there was also the issue of Li Qingwan's burial.

Several family elders, after discussing it privately, decided to consult Ning Jian's attitude.

After all, Ning Zhixiao is, to some extent, the sinner of the family.

It stands to reason that sinners are not allowed to be put in the royal ancestral hall.

"Send a letter to tell him that he has passed away, and let him decide how to bury him."

Since the old man has completely ignored things.

There is no red tape about these etiquette and rules.

Holding his head in his hands, lying on his side on the chair, the corners of the old man's mouth lifted a shallow arc, and he didn't know whether he was happy, lonely, or both?

……

After Ning Hetu left the Murong royal family, he went all the way north.

The original intention was to return to the Red River immediately and personally take charge of this two-clan war with the largest number of troops in history.

However, from the profound realm, he caught a trace of a strange aura halfway through, and after analyzing with Bai Yiwei, he actually came to the shocking news that Li Beware was going to move Qin Moxie.

This made Murong Anlan, who was always worried about the safety of the young man after he left, so he immediately made a decision and temporarily changed lanes.

After all, if he can take the opportunity to eradicate this enemy, the pressure on him will be drastically reduced.

From north to west, all the way in pursuit.

I have to say that when he reached the peak of the rivers and lakes, he was shocked, and Ning Chen, who had been chasing for three days, was never able to determine the specific location of Li Dangxin and Qin Moxie.

But the void is always shining with the slightest sign of horror.

It seems that every day is about to be forcibly cut off by some sharp momentum.

It was Qin Moxie's knife.

At noon the next day.

Ning Chen arrived at a small town called the General's Mound, adjacent to the northern region, where legend has it that a hundred years ago there was a defeated general who was not surrendered until his death, and was finally pierced by the enemy's arrows.

After the death of the general, the people erected a mound in the local area in order to pay tribute to the general.

The past is a passing thing.

Decades have passed, and this lonely marginal area, like Loulan City, has completely lost its strategic value, and is now only a slightly backward town.

However, although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs.

There is still no shortage of prestige in the town.

After a close follow-up for half a day, Ning Chen, who changed out of his excessively ostentatious python robe before leaving, even if he was dusty, it was still difficult to hide his outstanding personal temperament.

The last wisp of qi appeared in the general's mound.

The official road to the general's mound, there is no shortage of people coming and going, and now there is chaos in various parts of the north, and the vast capital city that was extremely prosperous in the past has become a place of right and wrong one by one.

One trades off the other.

On the contrary, the general's mound, which is far away from the core area of the north, has become a very lively place for a while.

A horse-drawn carriage.

Slowly pass.

When passing by Ning Chen, who was walking on foot, a small head poked out of the carriage for some reason.

At the age of about seven or eight years old, with two pigtails and big eyes, Zheng Ye Ye was so engrossed that he looked at Ning Chen, who had met in Pingshui.

If you look closely.

The little girl who looks worthy of the pink carving is actually missing two front teeth.

"Sister Ling'er, look at it, isn't this the kind of painting you often depict? The abundance is like jade, and the starry eyebrows are sword-eyed. ”

"There is a word to describe it, it seems to be called ......"

The little girl leaned on the window with her right hand, pondered carefully for a long time, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "The stranger is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world?!" ”

"yes, that's it, hehe."

Ning Chen, who heard all this in his ears, couldn't help but turn his head and praised, "The little guy is really knowledgeable. ”

"Sister Ling'er taught me."

The pigtailed girl waved her hand, wiped her nose, and then stopped talking to Ning Chen, and instead whispered to a young woman in the carriage.

It seems that there is some kind of controversy, and they are at a stalemate with each other.

Ning Chen even heard a light voice clearly, and said in a low voice, although this river and mountain are big, not everyone can afford it.

The little girl replied unconvinced, don't you know if you look at it?

Ning Chen held his head in his hands and deliberately slowed down, so that the carriage, which was also heading to the general's mound, would leave early.

"Since Ling'er is so beautiful, her vision must be very high, so ah, you Li Xiangrong thinks that a good-looking man, Ling'er may not think it is good."

"Maybe the man you let Ling'er see is at most a vulgar person with a good appearance, forget it, don't stain Ling'er's eyes."

A lazy male voice sounded homeopathically.

The girl, whose real name is Li Xiangrong, was very unconvinced, and she was about to jump out of the carriage when she yelled, but the speed was not slow anyway.

Ning Chen, who had suffered from the unwarranted disaster, slowed down again, shook his head at the same time, and felt helpless, could it be that being handsome these years can also cause controversy?

The breeze is rising.

Moisturizing things silently.

Originally, this trip was destined to meet in Pingshui and did not need to be mentioned, but because of the insistence of one girl, another woman was caught in love since then and could not extricate herself.

Slender five fingers open the curtains.

It was a perfunctory girl's boring move, but after really seeing Ning Chen in Li Xiangrong's mouth, this stunning woman with the full name Zhao Ling'er suddenly froze slightly.

Zhao Ling'er's red lips opened lightly.

Stupefied.