Two years have passed, Changsun has experienced many vicissitudes. Although his face is still beautiful, his temples have been faintly stained with white frost.

A trace of fear suddenly rose deep in Ning Chen's heart, an unprecedented fear.

Changsun has always been a beautiful and strong image in his eyes. Until today, he realized that Changsun was gradually getting older without realizing it.

In his heart, Changsun is his only elder in this world, and no one can replace him with his status.

Pushing open the door gently without making any sound, Ning Chen walked into the room, looked at the figure who was sleeping on the bed, and knelt down silently.

The light of the night pearl shines on the plain clothes, reflecting a deep guilty heart. The figure of kneeling on the ground is no longer Daxia Wuhou, but just a wanderer who has been away from home for a long time.

Qingning didn't stop him, stood quietly and waited silently.

In the quiet bedroom, the plain clothes that fell down were motionless. Two years have changed so many things. The only thing that remains unchanged is the desperate protection of each other.

If there were no Changsun, there would not be Ning Chen today. This love would be hard to repay in life.

The cold moon shone in the sky and gradually moved westward. At some point, Changsun, who was above Fengdang, opened his eyes and just sat up, suddenly felt the familiar breath not far from the bed. He turned his eyes in disbelief. The next moment, his body trembled and tears flowed down silently.

"Come back?"

The most sad thing about life is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person. She once thought that the monument on the Wuhou Temple would be placed on her own, and the wooden monument she sent was carved and carved into her heart.

Today, he is back.

"Come here" Changsun waved and said softly.

Ning Chen stood up, walked silently to Fengdai, and sat down.

Changsun raised his hand and stroked the face of the young man in front of him, and his eyes filled with tears again, saying, "Grow up."

She still remembered that when he first entered the palace, he was still a reckless boy. Three years later, the former young man had lost his childishness and truly grew up.

Ning Chen didn't know what to say, no matter how eloquent she was, she was so proud of her words. At this moment, she was filled with guilt.

The sky outside was getting late, and the hour of Mao was approaching. Although the night had not yet dissipated, Changsun had no sleepiness and stood up and walked down Fengdang.

In front of the dressing table, a bronze mirror reflects a beautiful face. The years passed and did not leave too many traces on the faces of the people in the mirror, just like when I first met three years ago.

Qingning walked forward, picked up the silver comb on the stage, and wanted to dress up Changsun as usual.

"I'll do it," Ning Chen took the silver comb and asked softly.

Qingning nodded and then retreated aside.

After leaving for two years, Changsun's hair grew longer, hanging down on his back and reaching his waist. Ning Chen held the comb with a calm expression and combed it carefully one after another.

The familiar warm breath is so reassuring that only in this Weiyang Palace can he let go of his guard and no longer think about the ups and downs outside.

In the past, when he was the weakest, Changsun protected him again and again with his wings. Now he has reached the innate world. Without Changsun’s protection, he still can only feel the peace by being by her side.

"Your sister is not bad," Changsun said softly as he looked at the shadow in the mirror.

"Ning Xi?" Ning Chen asked.

"Well, I have recognized my adopted daughter, but I will continue to live in your Wuhou Mansion before getting married," said Changsun.

"As long as Ning Xi is willing, Ning Chen naturally has no objection, it depends on the arrangements of the empress," Ning Chen replied.

"Where are you, you have rejected the little princess and Xinyu whom I have arranged for you. Now there are people I like. If I like any girl, I will go to propose marriage to you in person." Changsun said seriously.

Ning Chen smiled bitterly. What he feared the most was that Changsun mentioned this matter.

"Empress, Ning Chen has entered the innate world, and his life span is different from ordinary people, so there is no need to be so anxious," Qingning rescued the situation.

Changsun fell silent. After a long time, he looked at himself in the mirror and murmured, "But I can't wait."

A very light sentence made the two people present tremble. Looking at the traces of white hair that appeared in Changsun’s long hair, his heart was extremely sour.

Changsun is really no longer young. A mortal has only been in his life for sixty years. Changsun is not innate, so it is impossible for him to wait forever.

"It depends entirely on the arrangement of the empress." Ning Chen suppressed the sourness in his heart, stopped insisting, and spoke.

"Three years"

Changsun naturally hopes that Ning Chen can be with the person he likes, and he is unwilling to force himself. He whispered, "If you haven't found the person you like in three years, then I will arrange it."

Three years was not short, and at that time, she was not confused for more than half of her time, and it was the longest time she could wait.

Although mortals have been in their lifetime for sixty years, not many people can truly survive the age of destiny. In the past two years, she has gradually felt that her health is getting worse day by day.

The customs of the Daxia, the marriages of younger generations must be blessed by elders. Xinyu, Ziyi, and the emperor's uncle who is still the legitimate relative. Ning Chen behind him is the only elder, who is the one she most worried about.

Qingning took over the hair and took over the remaining makeup. Ning Chen stood aside and waited quietly.

Since he retreated behind the scenes, Changsun rarely stepped out of the Weiyang Palace, and his makeup has become much simpler. He looks a little less luxurious and a little more simple.

After winter, it had just snowed in Daxia. In the back garden of Weiyang Palace, there was a piece of silver covered in silver, which was very beautiful.

Changsun was supported by Qingning and Ning Chen, and walked on the back garden road. Suddenly, he saw a maple tree in the corner of the wall and paused slightly.

Ning Chen followed the look and immediately understood what Changsun was thinking.

"I heard from Qingning that you climbed from this tree to her roof to see the stars and disturbed her rest," said Changsun's beautiful face.

"Well, I just entered the palace and didn't think so much. I saw a tree by the wall and climbed up. I didn't expect that there was Sister Qingning's room below," said Ning Chen.

After saying that, Ning Chen glanced at the woman on the other side and smiled, "However, Sister Qingning has a good temper and doesn't care about me."

"Kaku" Qingning turned her head, clenched her right hand and made a loud noise. The warning was very obvious, and the boy's skin was itchy again.

Changsun smiled, how could he not hear the meaning of Ning Chen's complaint, but he ignored it. The younger generation is playing, let them do whatever they want.

The three of them walked in the back garden. Many times, there was not so much to say. Two years later, there was too much to say. It was really about to talk about, but I felt that there was no need.

The rising morning sun shone on his body, bringing a slight warmth. Changsun was tired of walking, so the three of them sat on the stone bench in the garden to rest for a while. Qingning carried a thick cotton mat, and it would not be cold even if she sat on it. She would prepare it specifically for Changsun.

Ning Chen saw Qingning carefully preparing everything, and sighed inexplicably, and sat down next to Changsun.

There will be no more time like this, he can only cherish every moment.

Soon, a pretty little palace maid walked into the back garden and saw three people, saying, "Empress, Marquis, breakfast is ready."

The little palace maid is very unfamiliar and is not old. She should have just entered the palace for a short time and was indeed a blessing to be assigned to the Weiyang Palace.

Ning Chen responded, then helped Changsun get up and walked out of the back garden.

The little palace maid followed behind, her pretty little face flushed, and her eyes were full of admiration. She also saw the battle last night. Lord Wuhou was so amazing.

Whose young man is not passionate, whoever girl is not in love, the little palace maid is in the best years of flowers blooming, and of course she will also admire heroes.

Qingning shook her head helplessly, but did not break the little girl's dream, but just settled the accounts to Ning Chen next to Changsun.

Breakfast has been delivered to the hall, which is very simple, and is a light vegetarian diet. In the past two years, Changsun has no life or any meat. Many people in the palace say that their empress is more like a Buddha than the Buddha in the temple.

In fact, people in Daxia do not believe in Buddhism. As the queen who once had a mother, Changsun was the same. However, whether she believed it or not, she still hoped to pray for him more blessings.

After breakfast, the people who greeted the palace outside the palace would also come one by one. It would be inappropriate for Ning Chen to stay, so he said goodbye to Changsun.

The Marquis' Mansion, everyone from all over the world, knew that the Marquis would come back today, and they all looked forward to it. The old housekeeper was so excited that tears rolled in tears. He was waiting at the door early in the morning. After more than two years, the Marquis's finally came back.

In the mansion, Ning Xi walked around in a hurry, and the delicate baby's face was full of excitement.

Next to it, Liu Ruoxi was much quieter, but the tears in the double model revealed that her mood was far less peaceful than she looked on the surface.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, a simple white figure came from afar, step by step, and looked as if it was still far away. After a few steps, he had arrived in front of the mansion.

"elder brother"

Ning Xi first reacted and immediately ran out of the door and rushed over. Even though Lan Jun, who was born in a dangerous building, was dragged by Changsun to train for a long time, he forgot all of them at this moment and started crying regardless of his image.

"Mr.

Liu Ruoxi walked forward and bowed her body to the point where the tears in her eyes could not help but drip down.

"Okay, let's get up, let's go home first."

Ning Chen patted Ning Xi's back, then gently pushed him away, looked at the group of people kneeling in front of the mansion, and said.

"yes"

Everyone got up, and the old housekeeper quickly stepped forward to dig up the people blocking the road and asked the marquis to enter the mansion.

Soon, the news that the Marquis of Zhiming returned to the mansion spread to the ears of every prince and noble in the imperial city. The letter of visit started from every mansion with generous gifts and came towards the direction of the Marquis of Mansion.

In a room in the backyard of the Hou Mansion, the ghost girl looked at the woman who was unconscious on the bed, flipped her palms and activated her body, and the vast real energy was constantly injected into the latter's body.

After a long time, the ghost girl stopped, looked at Ning Chen next to her and said solemnly, "My ghost source can only help her maintain her life for a period of time. If you want to save her, you must find another way."
Chapter completed!