When Ning Chen woke up, the first thing he saw was Changsun’s eyes that were happy and angry, and Qingling’s pear blossoms that were not rainy.

However, Ning Chen woke up for only a short moment and fainted again.

Changsun and Qingning were both stunned and immediately called the shopkeeper to come forward to diagnose.

The final result was neither good nor bad. Ning Chen's body was still in a mess, but once he woke up, he was likely to wake up a second time.

For Changsun and Qingning, the best news is the one without worse news. As long as he doesn't die, nothing matters.

Five days later, Ning Chen woke up again, but did not faint again this time. Seeing Changsun Queen, she grinned and wanted to smile, but was unable to do it.

"Be honest, no one wants to see you laugh"

Changsun scolded her anger. She knew Ning Chen's smile best, and she looked harmless, but in fact she was full of bad water.

In fact, Ning Chen really wanted to laugh because before he fell into a coma, he clearly saw the diamond flower blooming, very beautiful, as beautiful as Aman.

Aman can't die, nor can he die. There is nothing better than this.

When people are happy, they are prone to excitement. When Ning Chen is excited, he faints again. This time, Changsun was not in a hurry. He calmly asked Qingning to find the shopkeeper. He didn't even listen to the result and went back to rest.

She hasn't had a rest for several days, all because she is worried about this kid.

In the Man Dynasty, Princess's villa, Aman was weak and pale, sitting on the bed pretty, with a face bigger than a big cake in front of him.

"I'm going to find him," Aman said.

"No!" The Barbarian King shook his head and refused without hesitation. That guy had made his precious daughter like this. How could he let Aman come to him again?

"I'm going to find him," Aman insisted.

"No!" Seeing Aman refused to give up, the Barbarian King was angry, "You just think about that little brat, do you still have me as your father in your heart!"

"Yes!" Aman nodded and answered very seriously and honestly.

"..." The Barbarian King was choked and still couldn't bear to let him go after he got angry. He just tried his best to persuade him tactfully, "Aman, that kid is still too weak to protect you. When he has enough strength, you can go find him."

"How long will it take?" Aman asked softly.

"Wait for him to reach the ninth grade peak," said the Barbarian King casually.

Aman thought about it, and her beautiful brows frowned. She forgot to ask Ning Chen what kind of rank it was.

But, he is so powerful in fighting, he should be not far from the ninth rank, right?

Thinking of this, Aman nodded seriously, "Okay."

The Barbarian King looked serious, but smiled proudly in his heart. The latest news he just got was that although Ning Chen woke up once, it was almost the same as a useless person. If you want to cultivate to the peak of the ninth grade, go to hell.

Although it is a bit inappropriate to deceive Aman like this, in order to prevent her daughter from being hurt, her mother's spirit in heaven will definitely support him.

Ning Chen also received news from Changsun that Aman had woken up. The smile on his face never disappeared. Like a slut, Qingning couldn't bear to watch it and slapped him hard on the head.

Ning Chen was heartbroken and did not dare to resist, so he could only look up and give up with a bright smile.

However, after Ning Chen woke up, the relief on Changsun's face only appeared for a short time, and was dragged down by the current dangerous situation of Daxia.

Ning Chen's heart sank when he heard Qingning tell the story of Daxia's recent situation. He didn't expect that so many things had happened during his coma.

The affairs of Beiwuhou were too unexpected to him. Emperor Xia did not move at all and watched Yan Guicheng be slaughtered into a dead city.

Then why did he return to the imperial city to deliver the letter at any cost that day?

As for Ning Chen was not surprised by the coldness and strength shown by Fan Lingyue, the military tutor of the Northern Meng Royal Court. This was a cruel woman who even a little unknown person like him had to get rid of. It was conceivable that she was scheming and ruthless.

"Sister Qingning, push me to see the Empress." Ning Chen looked at Qingning beside him and said softly.

Upon hearing this, Qingning frowned slightly, not understanding what this kid was going to do.

"There is something important," Ning Chen said seriously.

Qingning nodded without asking much questions, held the former into a wheelchair, and then pushed it towards Changsun's room.

When the two entered, Changsun was writing a letter to Prince Yan in the room. She knew that the two had an agreement that Ning Chen would be his sword servant for one year. Now that the time has not come, the agreement should continue to be fulfilled.

The most important thing for a man is to make a promise. There is no good reason to shirk it. As long as he does not die, he must continue to fulfill it.

"Empress" Ning Chen bowed respectfully.

"Well, I will call Prince Yan here, you still have to follow him. After the one-year period expires, I will send Qingning to pick you up."

Changsun said, folded the written letter into his belief, and immediately handed it over to Qingning.

"Empress" Ning Chen reached out to stop Qingning from leaving, and looked at Changsun and said, "I can't leave with Prince Yan, nor can I come."

Hearing this, Changsun frowned. She didn't like to hear these words, especially from Ning Chen's mouth.

"Give me an explanation" Changsun suppressed his patience and said in a deep voice.

Ning Chen bowed respectfully again and said, "Has the Empress ever thought about where the origin of the chaos in the Seven Cities?"

There is no one in this world who seeks death for no reason, unless there is a huge temptation ahead waiting for them.

The Lord of the Seven Cities is already the Lord of the One City, and can be said to be a magistrate of the border. His real power is only second only to the ten Wuhous of Daxia. Why do they still rebel?

The purpose is already very obvious. They want to become ministers who protect the dragon and ministers who start the court.

In the Great Xia, there are only three people who are qualified and ambitious but have no great hope of inheriting the throne, namely the third prince, the tenth prince and Prince Yue.

Changsun was very thoughtful. When he heard Ning Chen's reminder, he knew what the latter meant. He couldn't help but frown and said, "Do you doubt Prince Yue?"

"It's not sure, but Prince Yue is indeed suspicious."

After saying that, Ning Chen told him again that Prince Yue had recruited him. He was indeed not sure whether it was Prince Yue, but there was no doubt that Prince Yue was extremely suspicious.

"This is actually happening." When Changsun heard Ning Chen's explanation, his brows frowned even more. Prince Yue was exiled from far away to southern Xinjiang by Emperor Xia, and sent a Wuhou to suppress him, which made him a climate.

Ning Chen was right. No matter whether the person behind the Seven Cities Rebellion was Prince Yue or not, she had to be careful.

Prince Yan is indeed the best candidate. There is no need to alert the enemy. The strength of one person is enough to handle everything.

Innately, the invincible monster in this world, and Prince Yan is one of them.

What is even more commendable is that although Prince Yan seems to be uncontested, he is actually a very transparent person. If Prince Yue really makes any noise, the sword in the hand of the contemporary legend of Daxia will never leave any mercy.

"Qingning, destroy the letter," Changsun sighed and said.

"Ye" Qingling nodded, and when she clenched her slender hands, the envelope and the letter immediately turned into powder.

"Empress, say something that should not be said. Now Emperor Xia is unknown. If you think about the situation in Daxia, letting the eldest prince succeed to the throne as soon as possible is the best choice."

When saying this, Ning Chen did not mix any resentment or personal feelings. Daxia really needed to stabilize the hearts of the government, the people and the people. The rule of Daxia was to establish a legitimate legitimate and chief legitimate. In any aspect, the eldest prince's succession to the throne was justified and there would be no dispute.

In a short period of time, the succession of the eldest prince may cause dissatisfaction or even resistance from the third prince and the tenth prince. However, once the eldest prince succeeds to the throne, any resistance will become a rebellion that is injustice. The two princes must seriously consider it.

The strength of every prince in Daxia is far from being able to change the dynasty, and the result of rebellion is death.

Of course, if the person behind the Seven Cities Rebellion is one of the third prince and the tenth prince, this matter is a different matter.

However, there is only one 70% rebellion. Regardless of whether the person behind it is one of the two princes or not, it has already rebelled. Even if the eldest prince succeeds to the throne, it becomes the eight city rebellion, the nine city rebellion, or even the ten city rebellion, at most it can only be like this.

In general, the benefits of the eldest prince's succession outweigh the disadvantages.

Ning Chen knew that his words were a bit rude. After all, Emperor Xia had not yet confirmed whether he was really dead, so he only dared to say this to Changsun, and his practicality was not very effective.

Sure enough, when he heard Ning Chen's words, Changsun's face suddenly became gloomy and he gave Qingning a wink.

Qingning understood it, walked to the door, looked around, and then closed the door.

"No one" Qingning walked back and confirmed.

"Bang!" Qingning's words had just fallen, but when Changsun slapped the table suddenly, he said angrily, "You are impatient to live, are you? You dare to say this!"

Ning Chen's words were undoubtedly cursed that Emperor Xia had died early. If others heard it, it would be enough to let him die for a hundred times.

"I'm just talking." Seeing Changsun getting angry, Ning Chen muttered in a low voice.

"I will not say this in the future, and it will not do anything to anyone." Changsun said angrily before he could calm down.

"Sure, sure." Ning Chen nodded quickly. He was just looking for a slut.

Ning Chen's promise made Changsun's angry a little. He suddenly remembered something and asked solemnly, "What's the name of the thing you used to blow up Zhengqi Palace that day?"

"Gunpowder" Ning Chen's eyelids twitched and he replied.

"Where does the method come from?" Changsun continued to ask.

"..." Ning Chen had no choice but to answer. After thinking about it, he could only talk nonsense, "A trained by an old Taoist priest."

Changsun didn't believe it at all, and he could only deceive the child, but she didn't care about it. Since Ning Chen didn't want to say it, she wouldn't force it.

"No matter whether the old Taoist priest taught you or not, I just want to ask you if you only know the method of making this gunpowder," asked Changsun Zhengse.

"Yeah, one hundred percent"

Ning Chen nodded and said seriously, if there was no other time traveler in this world.

"You are willing to tell this method," asked Changsun.

"Absolutely impossible" Ning Chen denied without hesitation.

In his world, the invention of steam engines promoted civilization, while the invention of gunpowder promoted war. He could not let the world fall into war a hundred or even a thousand years ahead of schedule.

Therefore, he can only know how to make gunpowder!
Chapter completed!