Xiao Mingyue was not used to the coldness of Kitajobahara, so Ning Chen carried it on his back and left quickly.

He planted the seeds of peace for Xiao Mingyue, hoping that one day he could have teeth.

He could not change Fan Lingyue, so he could only try to change the future monarch of Northern Meng.

This is the world that has been destroyed by war for too long and cannot be fought any longer.

After passing Beizhabara, it was not far from Xingchao Pass in Daxia. Ning Chen took Xiao Mingyue for a night and finally arrived at his destination before noon the next day.

Ning Chen put on the mask he had prepared long ago, turned into a middle-aged man, and led Xiao Mingyue into Xingchao Pass openly.

Now Xingchao Pass is guarded by the Qinghe Marquis. Before the end of the war between the two dynasties, the Wuhou, who had the longest generation in Daxia, should have been guarding here.

Daxia has lost Yanguicheng, and cannot Lianxing Chaoguan has been lost.

After Ning Chen came to Xingchao Pass, he first took Xiao Mingyue to find an inn, and then asked the little girl to make a mask for him.

"What are you going to do?" Mingyue asked curiously while helping the bad guy put on makeup.

"Go to Wuhou Mansion" Ning Chen said honestly.

The old marquis in Xingchao Pass is the father of Changsun. He has endured too much kindness from the Changsun family. Since he is here, he must visit him.

"Oh" Mingyue nodded and did not ask again. As soon as she heard this, she knew very well that she could not follow her.

"Be careful," Mingyue instructed.

"It's okay," Ning Chen replied calmly. Although he heard that the old marquis was a bit old-fashioned, he could not lose the etiquette this time.

After the mask was turned into a state of shape, it took half an hour to dry it. Ning Chen Jing thought for a while, then took out the pen and ink, took out the moon-shaped jade pendant in his arms, dipped it in the ink, and gently printed it on the paper.

Mingyue was always worried, she always felt that the bad guy would not go too smoothly this time.

Ning Chen saw the worry in the little girl's eyes, reached out to rub the latter's hair, and whispered, "Don't worry, there will be no problem."

After waiting for a while, Ning Chen took off the mask on his face, changed into the original middle-aged man, and then got up and walked out the door.

"Wait for me to come back"

After reminding him, Ning Chen left with a slightly calming face, hoping that nothing would happen.

The temporary Wuhou Mansion in Xingchao Pass was about an hour away from the inn. Before arriving at Wuhou Mansion, Ning Chen specially found an uninhabited place to change into a mask. When he appeared again, he was already an ordinary young man.

Half an hour later, Ning Chen finally walked to the Wuhou Mansion. In front of the mansion, the two guards stood in a climax.

"If you have any questions, please see Marquis Wu. I hope the general can inform you on your behalf." Ning Chen took out the letter in his hand and handed it to one of the guards, and said politely.

“Waiting here”

The guard took the letter, without any nonsense or embarrassment, turned around and walked towards the mansion.

A moment later, the guard came back and said respectfully, "The Marquis is invited."

Ning Chen thanked the guards and then walked into the Wuhou Mansion.

In the Hou Mansion Hall, the Hou Qinghe was sitting on the main seat. His face looked a little old and looked about fifty years old, but he had a straight and upright aura, which was very compelling.

"You are Ning Chen?" Qinghehou looked up and down at the young man in front of him and said calmly.

"That's right" Ning Chen nodded.

"It's a little different from the portrait given by Wuyou. Take off the things on your face," said Qinghe Hou lightly.

"Ha, it's true that I can't hide it from the Marquis." Ning Chen reached out and unbuttoned his mask, revealed his true face, and immediately saluted respectfully, "My younger generation Ning Chen has seen the Marquis."

"No," Qinghehou nodded, with a hint of praise in his calmness.

"You kidnapped the little emperor of Beimeng by you?" Qinghehou asked without much surprise.

"Yes" Ning Chen did not deny it and nodded.

"There are two letters here, one of which is His Majesty and the other is worry-free. You can take a look at it yourself."

While speaking, the Qinghe Hou moved his hand and two letters turned into flowing light and flew towards Ning Chen.

Ning Chen reached out to take the two letters, opened them, and looked at them one by one, without any turbulence on his face.

He had long been confident in his attitudes about Emperor Xia and Changsun. Now that he would not be surprised when he read them again.

Emperor Xia's letter clearly stated that once he was found in Xingchao Pass, he would immediately stay at all costs, regardless of life or death, and the little emperor of Northern Meng must be sent back to the imperial city alive.

Changsun's letter was unexpectedly tactful and polite, and tried his best to tell him to hand over the little emperor voluntarily. Finally, he repeatedly reminded his father not to be strong.

The two letters with completely different tones represent the final attitude of the emperor and empress of Daxia today. This is a misfortune and honor for Ning Chen.

"How do you think?" Qinghe Hou said.

"I have no thoughts, something I have expected long ago." Ning Chen waved his hand, sent the letter back, and replied.

"This is the world of Emperor Xia, and Your Majesty's words are the imperial edict," said the Hou Qinghe.

"This is the world of Daxia, not the world of Emperor Xia. As for the imperial edict, it is meaningless to me," Ning Chen said coldly.

"Great rebellion" Qinghehou's expression immediately snorted, and he snorted coldly, "Come on, arrest this kid for me."

"Yes" finished speaking, four generals entered and quickly surrounded Ning Chen.

"Old Marquis, I'm here to visit you just because you are the Empress's father. This is the etiquette I should do, but it doesn't mean I will surrender." Ning Chen's face also darkened and he said slowly.

"Then let me see your ability and do it," Qinghe Hou shouted coldly.

Keng, Keng, the four generals drew their swords, and a powerful smell of blood came towards them. The generals who fought for a hundred years were extremely powerful, and each had the strength of at least eighth grade.

Ning Chen's eyes became extremely solemn. He moved his feet and took the lead in taking action. His figure flashed, and the ink sword wrapped in cloth belt appeared behind him. The sword light slashed down and rushed towards one of the generals.

"Bang"

When swords and swords were touching each other, Ning Chen forced the general to retreat half a step with his unparalleled foundation. However, at the same time, three sword lights behind him had arrived, and it was not enough to escape in half a step.

Ning Chen's body trembled, the sword light turned around, and two sword lights swept away. The powerful aftermath retaliated, which immediately caused the blood and energy in his body to swell.

With the last sword, there was no way to avoid it. Ning Chen's left hand focused his sword, and his true energy overflowed, and he was forced to regret the general's move.

"Dang" the fingers of the knife are connected, and it is finally strong. Ning Chen is unable to transform the force in the knife. The sword energy enters the body and his mouth is bright red.

Seeing that there was no profit in the long battle, Ning Chen made a quick decision. The sword moved, and the snow was floating all over the sky, and his body was improved to the peak.

"A flying geese, a sword in the world"

As fast as a sword, he rushed towards the general who had retreated half a step. Then, he heard a loud bang, and the general took the move and took several steps in a row.

Ning Chen stepped under his feet and wanted to leave. However, at this moment, the Qinghe Hou on the main seat took action, his body was like a green light, and he instantly came to him, pointing his fingers through his eyebrows.

Bang, Ning Chen's body shook violently and flew out, vomiting red from his mouth and blood stained the sky.

At the moment of his life, Ning Chen endured the severe pain all over his body, stomped his feet, and with the help of his remaining strength, he turned around and rushed out of the Marquis' Mansion.

"Chasing, you must capture and ask for the whereabouts of the little emperor of Beimeng." Qinghehou shouted with a calm face.

"Yes" the four generals took the order and immediately chased after him quickly.

Seeing the four people disappear, Qinghe Hou glanced at the darkness, sighed lightly, and then turned around and walked into the hall.

Wuyou, all that can be done for your father is, and the rest depends on his own fortune.

Ning Chen, who escaped from the Marquis' Mansion, immediately put on his mask, and blood kept flowing in his mouth, staggering towards the crowd.

The four generals followed closely, chasing for more than ten streets in a row, but lost in front of an inn.

"Go in and search," one of the generals said in a deep voice.

"Yeah" the remaining three generals nodded and walked in together.

The inn shopkeeper was about to stop him, but when he saw that there were four generals in armor, he immediately fell silent.

On the second floor, in a room, the door was pushed open with a slam. Xiao Mingyue was startled and saw that it was Ning Chen, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"When someone is coming, please help me cover it up." Ning Chen endured his injuries and quickly explained.

"Okay" Mingyue saw that the former's expression was wrong and quickly responded.

Ning Chen took off the clothes outside in a few seconds, stuffed them into the cabinet at the bedside, and then lay down on the bed.

"Dangdang"

The next moment, the door was knocked. Before Xiao Mingyue could open the door, a general pushed the door open and entered.

"June, Jun Ye" Mingyue took two steps back in panic and said timidly.

When the general saw that it was a little girl, he frowned, walked into the room, swept left and right, and saw that the middle-aged man with a pale face on the bed, he dispelled his doubts and turned around and left.

Mingyue went up to close the door. As soon as she walked to the bed, she saw Ning Chen vomiting blood and coughing with depression while covering her mouth.

"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me?"

Xiao Mingyue was panicked and kept wiping the blood on her mouth with her sleeve, but she couldn't finish it.

In the last move, the Marquis of Qinghe did not hold back. The Marquis's mansion had too many eyeliners to look at him, so he couldn't hold back.

"I'm fine"

Ning Chen gently pushed Xiao Mingyue away, then sat on the bed and closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

The moment he took action just now, he really thought he might not be able to come back.
To be continued...