The ancient city of sunset, the peaceful small city has become less peaceful due to the arrival of a third-rank official in the court. The officers and soldiers are stationed in the city and patrol on time every day.

After some days, the people in the city gradually became accustomed to it from the beginning. No matter how fast the people's adaptability was beyond ordinary strength. As long as they were not forced to survive, they could accept it.

In the east corner of the city, in front of the dilapidated house, a beautiful woman stuffed the small amount of silver left in her home into the hands of the young man in front of her. Her pale face showed a stern look and said, "Xiao Wen, you must know how to be motivated when you go out to study. You are not allowed to come back before you achieve fame, otherwise, your mother will not recognize you."

"mother"

Xiaowen's eyes were filled with tears. Five years later, he had grown from the little boy to a teenager, but there was still a hint of a hint between his eyebrows and eyes.

On the side, Ning Chen walked up and put the prepared dump into the boy's hand, saying with a gentle expression, "Listen to your mother, work hard, the money is given to you by the teacher. I will wait for you to be on the gold list and let your mother live a good life when you come back."

"gentlemen"

Xiaowen held the silver, and hesitation flashed across his face, not knowing whether to answer or not.

Xinyu stepped forward and said softly, "Xiaowen, when you go out, you are not as good as your home. Bring more money to prepare for emergencies. As long as you study hard, you will be on the gold list in the future and your husband's face will be shining."

"Thank you, Mr. Xie"

Xiaowen accepted the silver with tears in his eyes, bowed to the two of them each, and said gratefully.

"It's not too early, hurry up and get on the road." The woman made up her mind and urged.

Xiaowen looked at his mother in front of him, and his eyes were full of reluctance.

"Let's go, remember to work hard and not let your mother down." The woman said with tears in her eyes.

Xiaowen wiped away the tears in his eyes, nodded vigorously, knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times, then suppressed the sadness in his heart, and turned around and left.

Looking at the figure that was gone, the tears in the woman's eyes could not be suppressed any longer, and they fell down drop by drop.

"Thank you Mr. Ning, thank you Mrs. Ning." The woman turned around and bowed to the two of them, saying.

Xinyu stepped forward to support the woman and whispered, "No need to thank us, but, don't you regret doing this?"

"As long as Xiaowen can live well, it's enough."

The woman responded with difficulty, then her face suddenly flushed and she started coughing violently.

The dazzling redness overflowed from the fingers and fell down drop by drop. The diseased body suppressed by the drug will eventually be difficult to support and will explode.

"I'll help you into the house to take medicine"

Xinyu sighed lightly, held the woman and walked into the house.

Ning Chen stood outside the house and looked at the dilapidated ancient city. He felt a sense of emotion in his eyes. There was always a lot of sadness when he parted in life and death.

Ordinary, ordinary happiness, but also ordinary helplessness.

Soon, Xinyu walked out of the house, held the hand of the person in front of her, and walked towards the direction of the home.

"Husband, Xiaowen's mother has not had many days left." Xinyu's expression flashed with sadness and said.

"You have tried your best"

Ning Chen held the former's hand and said.

"If my medical skills are more skilled, maybe Xiaowen's mother can live longer," Xin Yu said with a lot of blame in her expression.

"As long as birth, old age, sickness and death are done naturally, there is no need to regret it. You are already the best doctor in the world, otherwise Xiaowen's mother would not be able to hold on to what she is today," Ning Chen comforted softly.

"Husband" Xinyu called softly.

"Hmm?" Ning Chen replied.

"Do you regret marrying me?" Xinyu raised her head and asked.

"No regrets"

Ning Chen stretched out his hand, stroked the face of the woman in front of him, with a gentle smile on his face, and said, "I never regret it for a moment."

Tears spilled out from Xinyu's eyes, and she immediately smiled brightly and said, "I don't regret it either."

She knew that the person he liked was the woman in Huangcheng or the little princess of the Manchu Dynasty, but she still couldn't help but want to be with him, even if it had only been twenty years.

She would not drag him down for too long, twenty years would be enough, and twenty years would be returned to them.

"Silly girl"

Ning Chen gently took the former into his arms and whispered, "You are my wife, now, in the future, forever. I marry you, just because I want to marry you, for no other reason."

"Yeah," Xinyu nodded slightly.

Ning Chen raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of the eyes of the person in front of him, and chuckled, "Our Ninth Princess is the most beautiful woman in the world. There are countless powerful children who are asking for marriage. I finally got married home. It's too late for you to regret it."

Hearing the former's teasing, Xinyu burst into tears and smiled. She reached out and gently hit the person in front of her, saying, "You must treat me well. If you treat me badly, I will go back to the princess's mansion and won't live with you."

Ning Chen smiled softly and said, "That's right, how dare I treat our Ninth Princess badly?"

When he returned home, Xinyu went to the East Kitchen to prepare supper. Ning Chen walked to the desk, took out rice paper, added water to grind it, and painted the people in the painting bit by bit.

Not long after, Xinyu walked over with food, saw the figure at the desk, and said in confusion, "What are you writing?"

"nothing"

Ning Chen smiled, covered the scroll, and went up to him, "I haven't seen you buy rouge and water on the street for a long time. I don't have to go to school tomorrow. I'll buy it with you during this day."

"Don't you think of me, a yellow-faced woman? If you don't apply rouge and water powder, you can't stand it anymore?" Xin Yu glanced at the former and said.

"Oh"

Ning Chen chuckled and said, "If you are a yellow-faced woman, then all the women in the world will be unable to see each other. I just feel that I haven't been out with you for a long time and want to make up for it."

"Since what you said is quite sincere, I agreed," Xinyu said with a smile.

The next day, when the morning light was illuminated, Xinyu dressed up in front of the bronze mirror in the room. Even if it was not decorated, she was perfect like a person in a painting.

Ning Chen had been ready to wait and wait patiently. It is natural for women to love beauty, whether it is a woman or a little girl, so women never dress up too quickly. He has fully experienced it.

Not long after, Xinyu got up, looked at the bored figure waiting in front of the door, and the corner of her mouth bent slightly, and said, "Are you impatient to wait?"

Ning Chen heard this and quickly cheered up and shook his head and said, "How could it be, it's natural for husbands to wait for their wife, how could I be impatient?"

"That's good"

Xinyu nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's go."

The two walked side by side outside. Pedestrians came and went on the main street in the city. It was not too lively, but it was not too deserted.

Xinyu stopped in front of a rouge stall. After opening it, she smelled it. Looking at the woman behind the stall, she said, "How to sell this rouge?"

"Twenty Months"

Looking at the woman who was drawing in front of her, the woman hurriedly responded.

"This is twenty-month, you can get it"

Xinyu took out twenty cents and put them in the hand of the woman in front of her. She immediately stuffed the rouge to the people around her and said, "Take it, don't throw it away."

Ning Chen nodded and took the rouge.

In front of a gouache shop, Xinyu stopped, picked it for a while, ordered two boxes of gouache, and then continued to walk forward.

Ning Chen took the wrapped gouache from the shopkeeper and followed him happily.

In the cloth shop, Xinyu looked at the cloth in the shop, picked it up for a long time, took out a piece of cloth, looked at the people around her, and asked, "Is it good?"

"Good" Ning Chen nodded quickly.

Xinyu put down the cloth in her hand suspiciously, picked up another piece of cloth, and asked, "Where is this?"

"It's good-looking, too," Ning Chen said honestly.

Xinyu put down the cloth again, picked up the worst-quality cloth, and asked again, "This?"

Ning Chen looked at it, but didn't feel any difference. He nodded and said, "It looks good."

On the side, the owner of the cloth shop looked at it and wanted to laugh, but he insisted on it.

Xinyu gave the people around her anger a blank look and said, "I asked you to choose, it's really useless. Do you think all the cloths here look good?"

Ning Chen glanced at the cloth in the store and didn't see much difference. However, his intelligence and talent to pacify the world told him that he must be looking for a shot when he said yes.

"Of course not"

Ning Chen shook his head, picked up a piece of cloth casually, and said seriously, "I think this is not good-looking."

"Great"

Seeing this, the owner of the cloth shop could no longer hold back and laughed tremblingly.

Xinyu was also very angry and wanted to slap her out with a slap.

"Young Master, the cloth you are holding is Yueyang silk. The ones you use are the best silk and the ones dyed are the best materials. I can only afford a few pieces of them at a time. If you think it is not good-looking, there will be no good-looking silk in the world." The owner of the cloth shop said with a giggle.

Ning Chen's expression froze, and the slap in the face, and the gutter capsized. He didn't understand this. Ruo Xi used to help take care of it, but now with Xinyu, he has never bought this thing himself.

"Boss, you don't have to pay attention to him. He is just an old man and doesn't care about anything at home."

Xinyu said angrily and continued, "How much does this Yueyang silk cost?"

"Twenty taels" the owner of the cloth shop held back her smile and said.

Xinyu nodded. The boss’s wife didn’t want much, it was indeed the price.
To be continued...