Ning Chen sat on the bed and carefully sorted out the matter, and couldn't help but feel cold on his back.

Fan Lingyue had already made these things well a long time ago. The Buddha Kingdom was just a chess piece used to attract the attention of Daxia.

However, none of them noticed it, but instead thought that the Northern Mongolian army became afraid after defeating the Buddha Kingdom.

The current situation is very similar to when the Northern Meng first invaded. At that time, Emperor Xia hoped to use the power of external troubles to arouse internal troubles, and then solve internal and external troubles at the same time.

Unfortunately, Emperor Xia overestimated himself and underestimated Fan Lingyue, driving tigers and attracting wolves, but he had no ability to subdue tigers.

Now that the situation in Daxia has eased, the two princes want to defeat their opponents first ascend the throne, and finally drive out of Daxia by the Northern Mongolian army. Especially after the Northern Mongolia repeatedly showed the intention of peace talks, this idea will breed more quickly.

People always trust their abilities too much, and no matter who they are, it is difficult to avoid them.

Fan Lingyue took advantage of this weakness of human nature and repeatedly forced Daxia to a desperate situation. This time, this is probably the case again.

He had no way to stop it. Even if he guessed Fan Lingyue’s intention, it was too late.

No matter the third prince or the tenth prince, it is impossible to turn back. The dispute over the throne will only become more and more tragic.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen closed his eyes and leaned on the head of the bed with some weakness. Fan Lingyue was indeed the most terrifying person in this world.

He had tried his best, but he still could not help Daxia recover the deteriorating situation.

Since the war between the two dynasties, Daxia has been led by the nose. His existence has only delayed the deteriorating situation of Daxia for some time.

Now, nearly half of the 330,000 imperial guards inside and outside the Daxia Imperial City are in the hands of the two princes. These imperial guards are the elite among the elite soldiers of the Daxia, and their combat power is far beyond the reach of ordinary troops.

At this time, it is impossible to stop the two princes. How to minimize the consequences of the dispute over the throne is the most critical thing.

One of the princes had to die, and this was the only and easiest way.

It is simple, but it is not easy to do. In the long-term battle for the throne, the two princes have gathered a large number of masters around them. With the troops in their hands, the climate has become better. How can they kill them just by saying that they are killed?

Besides, in this world, who dares to put the butcher knife on the prince’s head?

No matter the third duke or the eldest grandson, they dare not give this order.

The sunset outside had already set and the night was getting higher. A palace maid brought dinner into the room. Mingyue had already washed her hands and sat at the table waiting.

The little girl's mind is still very simple after all. The best thing is to wake up when the bad guy wakes up.

Ning Chen threw away his worries and sat on the bed and watched Xiao Mingyue have dinner.

"Do you eat it?" Mingyue pinched a small snack and put it in her mouth, felt the bad guy's gaze, turned her head and smiled.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat it." Ning Chen shook his head and said.

He really has no appetite. He just drank some porridge from the kitchen in the afternoon and is not hungry yet.

"Oh" Mingyue responded, then turned around and focused on eating. She still liked the meal at Daxia Palace very much.

The little girl's eating looks very pleasing to the eye. Mingyue is the emperor of Northern Mongolia after all, and her etiquette is impeccable.

Ning Chen looked at him quietly, without saying anything. Only when he looked at Xiao Mingyue could he calm down and reduce his distracted thoughts.

After all, the future will be Xiao Mingyue and the others. All he can do is to keep the hope of peace as much as possible.

The era of Fan Lingyue will not last long, and the war between Northern Mongolia and Daxia will soon end. No matter who wins or loses, it will not be possible to continue.

"Bright moon, grow up quickly." Ning Chen sighed in his heart. Northern Mongolia and Daxia will no longer experience the destruction of war, and they need peace.

Soon, Mingyue jumped down from the table, trotted to the bed, with curved eyebrows, "I'm full."

Ning Chen reached out to help the little girl make up her little cloth hat and smiled, "If you want to take a shower and pull the screen on, don't be madly bombarding the little palace maids. Without my order, they wouldn't dare to come in."

Mingyue's little face suddenly turned red, she reached out to hit the former and said, "You are a bad person."

"Hehe" Ning Chen smiled gently, and said nothing more, the little girl would be shy.

Fortunately, Mingyue is a child and there are not so many taboos. If you are older, you should pay a little attention when getting along.

Not long after, several palace maids and eunuchs brought in large wooden buckets for bathing, poured hot water, and then retreated with respect.

Xiao Mingyue blushed and pulled the screen. Although it was not the first time, she was always a little embarrassed.

Ning Chen leaned against the head of the bed, listening to the sound of water not far away, the woman who had also bathed here in the past.

At that time, as soon as he entered the palace, he was frightened to death by an assassin. He made a deal with her and she would not kill him, so he would save her.

He saw the assassin's face, a woman, beautiful and inconsistent.

Later, they protected each other and survived as much as possible in this strange palace.

She was the first person he came into this world and came into contact with, but she now forgot about him.

He didn't know why, but he had thought about going to find the answer, but he was still worried about Changsun.

He was waiting. After the war between the two dynasties ended, Changsun settled down in Daxia, so he could leave with confidence and do his own thing.

Xiao Mingyue quickly finished the shower, put on her clothes, and had a big towel on her head.

"Pull it for me." Mingyue handed over the towel and said with a silly smile.

"Okay" Ning Chen took the towel, immediately wrapped the little girl's long hair that was waist-length, and wiped it carefully little by little.

Xiao Mingyue has long hair, and girls always have the nature of beauties, and it is impossible for them to disappear because of the identity of an emperor.

"alright"

Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's hair vigorously, then nodded all over the ground and said, "What a beautiful little girl, she will definitely look better than Fan Lingyue when she grows up."

After waiting for half an hour, Mingyue's hair was almost dry. Ning Chen asked someone to come in and move the bathtub away, then patted Xiao Mingyue's cloth hat and said, "Go to sleep, we will leave the palace tomorrow."

"Yes" Mingyue ran to his bed obediently and then lay down with her clothes.

At this moment, Ning Chen suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and a trace of blood lay down along the gaps of his fingers.

Xiao Mingyue looked over, and Ning Chen quickly put down his hand without leaving any trace and covered it with a quilt.

"I want to hear the story," Mingyue said eagerly.

"Okay" Ning Chen suppressed the dullness that made him feel, and then told the little girl the story of Cinderella.

Mingyue fell asleep as she listened, with her pretty little face with a smile, very beautiful and cute.

The days when she was born as an emperor were not happy for Xiao Mingyue. Instead, she felt very happy with Ning Chen's days.

No matter what era, little girls of this age are always the pearl in their hands. They are afraid of falling and melting when holding them. However, Xiao Mingyue has no parents, and only has endless ways of governing the country and endless memorials to read every day.

Fan Lingyue knew that she didn't have much time, so she paved the way for Xiao Mingyue as much as possible, which further increased the burden on the little girl.

Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue have different ideas. They prefer to use actions and words to educate Xiao Mingyue subtly, and never actively impose anything.

This is Xiao Mingyue’s most beautiful age. He hopes that the little girl can spend it happily instead of living under the burden every day.

As the night gradually became deeper, Ning Chen sat on the bed, thinking quietly about what happened in the future. No matter what, he would help Changsun through this difficulty.

The suppressed coughing sounds followed by a slight blood flowed down, fighting with the Buddha, over the death disaster, but not overcoming the crime of living.

The night passed quickly. After dawn, a carriage appeared in Weiyang Palace, and then drove Ning Chen and Xiao Mingyue to the Xinhou Mansion outside the palace.

The two left in a low-key manner, but they still couldn't stop the attention of those who were interested. The third prince and the tenth prince sent a message to the same day.

Ning Chen looked at the two letters with almost the same content, and narrowed his eyes, forcing him to make a choice.

His position was destined to not be swayed for a long time. Now, except for a few Wuhou who were fighting, basically all the powerful people have already stood up. He was in the dynasty and could not be immune to it.

He is the only Wuhou in Beijing, and the two princes will definitely strive for it.

Wuhou is different from ordinary noble marquis. After being appointed as a marquis, he has the right to mobilize an army of less than 100,000 at any time. This right cannot even be possessed by the prince.

The Wuhou of Daxia has supreme prestige in Daxia. From the first generation of Wuhou to the present, the world of Daxia has been built with its lives by Wuhou in all dynasties. It can be said that every inch of Daxia's territory has the blood of Wuhou.

The noble marquis of Daxia can be hereditary, but the Wuhou cannot. Every Wuhou has great military achievements, and even the Beiwuhou who betrayed in the past is no exception. This is why Wuhou has such amazing prestige in Daxia.

It can be said that the power of Wuhou was not given by the court, but was conquered by himself. There was no military merit that convinced the soldiers of the world. The power of the 100,000 troops was just a decoration.

After the call was sent, Ning Chen quickly wrote a reply. The content was very simple, and he was in a state of ill health and was inconvenient to see the guests. I hope he would forgive me.

This guest cannot meet until he makes a choice.

However, half a day later, another letter of worship was sent into the mansion. Ning Chen was surprised and frowned tightly.

The one who sent the greetings was not someone else, but the owner of Lingyan Pavilion, Yue Hanyi.

Not many people know about his departure from the palace, after all, not everyone can put eyeliners in the palace.

From this inference, the person behind Yue Hanyi is really not an ordinary person.

Ning Chen thought for a while and refused politely.

If he was not mistaken, the real master of Lingyan Pavilion is very likely to be inseparable from one of the two princes.

There is no such coincidence in the world. He just refused before, and this prayer post was delivered immediately.
Chapter completed!