Xia Ziyi's words made Ning Chen stunned for a moment, and then he looked at the former seriously and then thought about it carefully.

Being a disciple is not as simple as imagined. Being a role model symbolizes responsibility and obligations. So far, he has not accepted disciples. Even if he is in the heart, he is just teaching on behalf of Fan Lingyue.

Once he responds, he should teach the little prince not only to practice, but also to be a way of dealing with people and things.

Xia Ziyi also knew that this was not a trivial matter, so she waited patiently, not that he intended to add burden to his friends, but that he was indeed not suitable to be Chi'er's guide.

Chi'er will take over the throne of Daxia in the future, and Ning Chen can teach much more than he can.

Ning Chen thought for a long time, sighed softly in his heart, nodded, and responded to this matter.

Ziyi was unintentional to the throne. He knew very well that this little prince would carry the future of Daxia. I hope he could live up to his friend's entrustment.

"Chi'er, kneel down." Xia Ziyi gently pulled the little prince behind him and said seriously.

Seeing the serious gaze of the emperor, Chi'er did not dare to resist and knelt down obediently.

"From then on, the person in front of you will be your master. You must remember that if you are a teacher for a lifetime, you will be the future crown prince of Daxia. You must also know how to respect teachers and respect the Tao and strictly regulate yourself," Xia Ziyi said in a deep voice.

"Yes" Xiao Chi'er is still young and has never seen the emperor be so strict. Her big eyes are filled with tears, and she responded.

Xia Ziyi asked the little prince to worship his apprenticeship again, and his serious expression calmed down.

Ning Chen received the ceremony of apprenticeship. With his hand turned, a drop of blood overflowed from his fingers and then gently tapped on Xiao Chi'er's eyebrows.

The child's eyebrows are red in red, and the wheel between the eyebrows represents the wish of the teacher. He hopes that the young disciples will eliminate disasters and evil in their lifetime and turn bad luck into good fortune.

"Get up"

Ning Chen helped the little prince up, and a warm look rose on his face. Since he received the courtesy, he would teach him with all his might and be responsible for him.

"During your time of recovery, Chi'er, please take it back to the Marquis' Mansion. It will be sent back every two days," Xia Ziyi said.

"Honey" Ning Chen replied.

It was getting late, and Ning Chen didn't stay any longer. He held the little prince in one hand and was about to leave.

Tears kept falling in Chi'er's eyes, unwilling to leave, but she did not dare to disobey the emperor's orders. Tears were hanging on her delicate little face, looking very pitiful.

Xia Ziyi hardened her heart and turned her back to her body, and stopped looking.

Now that the Great Xia is in danger, the royal bloodline has withered again, he can no longer be soft-hearted.

Chi'er had no choice but to leave with Ning Chen. At a young age, she was surprisingly sensible and well-behaved, which finally made people feel relieved.

In the Marquis' Mansion of Zhiming, Ning Chen brought the little prince back with him, which really scared Ning Xi and Liu Ruoxi. He was relieved after hearing the causes and consequences of the matter.

"Aunt Xi" Chi'er and Ning Xi were not unfamiliar with each other, and they ran over and tears fell down again.

Ning Xi felt distressed when she saw it, so she hurriedly picked it up and comforted her softly. The child was still so young that he would be destroyed by her brother. It was really pitiful.

"Ruoxi, from today on, Chi'er's daily life will be taken care of." Ning Chen glanced at the beautiful woman in the room and said.

"Well" Liu Ruoxi nodded. She really had to do this. The Marquis was too busy and Ning Xi was heartless and could not even take care of herself, let alone take care of the little prince.

Ning Chen arranged Chi'er's affairs, turned his wheelchair and left the room, walked into the study opposite, and then gently closed the door.

One day passed, one night came and one night, the candlelight lit up, and the figure in the study was printed on the window paper on the door. The candlelight jumped, and the shadow on the window swayed.

The people in the room kept flashing in their hearts, thinking about how to walk in the future.

Although the National Master of Jinshou helps him, he can only deal with one disaster king at most. The biggest problem is that the master of the Four Poles Realm still has no solution.

He didn't know much about the Master of the Four Poles Realm, and even people in the Four Poles Realm did not know much about the Master of the Four Poles Realm, let alone his weaknesses.

Judging from the last time the senior fought with the Four Poles Realm Master, the only thing he could know was that the bright light armor on the Four Poles Realm Master was not an ordinary thing. Even the sword marks cut by the senior could quickly melt and recover as before.

The Four Pole Realm has existed for too long. As the Lord of the Four Pole Realm, even if the Lord of the Four Pole Realm has other trump cards, it is very likely that there is too little intelligence, which is the biggest problem they are facing now.

In this way, it is even more necessary to get rid of the King of Disaster alive.

The last issue that needs to be paid attention to is still the Eternal Night Divine Sect. Although Wu Jun has died in battle, as long as the three disasters that have been hidden have not appeared, it means that the Eternal Night Divine Sect still has strength.

On that day, the divine general Bai Qi, who was holding senior Triumph Martial Arts, had not yet experienced the three disasters and had a combat power far inferior to the Martial Lord, but since he could hold the Great Xia military god, people had to pay attention.

Time passed little by little while thinking, and the same was true in the Tianyu Palace. When all the Marquis of Daxia Wushu went to war and the situation was getting worse, there was no time to waste.

At dawn, Chi'er heard Ning Xi's words and came to greet her.

Ning Chen, who has never paid attention to etiquette, received Chi'er's worship very seriously.

What he wants Chi'er to remember is in his heart, not in courtesy, and respect his elders, and he will never be discarded at any time.

After history has been passed down for a long time, sometimes many things will be discarded. It is not a big deal to throw away the gift, but if you lose your heart, you will really never be able to pick it up again.

"Master" Chier shouted slightly timidly.

"kindness"

Ning Chen responded, then led the little prince to the desk, picked up a brush and handed it over, and asked softly, "Can you use it?"

"meeting"

Chi'er took the pen like a look and replied.

Ning Chen nodded, raised his hand and gently pressed the desk, and his four legs immediately fell into the floor.

"Write a few words and show it to the master." Ning Chen picked up the little prince, sat down on a chair, and said.

Chi'er leaned on the table and wrote a word "father" and a word "maternal" in a crooked manner.

When a child was young, he had learned very few words, and only these two words could be remembered firmly. The master asked him to write them and wrote these two most familiar words.

"Who taught you?" Ning Chen rubbed the little prince's hair and asked.

"The Emperor" Chier replied crisply.

Ning Chen nodded slightly and continued, "That Chi'er only wrote these two words, but before eating, you have to practice writing for two quarters of an hour. Can you do it?"

"Ye" Chi'er didn't have much concept of time, but because the emperor said he wanted him to listen to his master, he nodded obediently.

"Write it, the time is up, Master will call you"

After the words came, Ning Chen sat quietly on the side and watched, no longer talking.

Chi'er struggled to hold the pen and continued to write the words crookedly, very serious, with an extremely focused face on her face.

Ning Chen nodded without leaving any trace. The little prince was very kind, and it could be seen that Xia Ziyi had already taught her very carefully.

Two quarters of an hour didn't take long, but it was really long for Xiao Chier, who was only over three years old.

Children have no strength, and writing is a hard thing. Just a quarter of an hour later, the little prince felt his arms sore and felt very uncomfortable.

However, Ning Chen did not say anything, and Chi'er did not dare to stop, so she had to grit her teeth and persevere and write hard.

Time gradually accumulated in a crooked manner, horizontally and vertically. After another quarter of an hour, Ning Chen finally spoke and let the little prince rest.

"Let's go, go for dinner"

Ning Chen hugged Chi'er, then held his hand and left the study.

Outside the study, Ruoxi had been waiting for a long time, but did not go in and urge them. Instead, she patiently waited for the two of them to come out. Although the Marquis was a very kind person, she also had to understand the rules and not go beyond a step where she shouldn't enter.

Ning Chen handed Chi'er over to the former, and walked towards the front yard himself.

At the beginning of the day, the marquis' mansion also began to become busy. When the servants who came and went to see Ning Chen, bowed and bowed, and then they were all busy with their own affairs.

Ning Chen left the mansion, went to Tailisi first, and then entered the palace again.

The decree to be appointed as a marquis of the head of the Yao family in Yucheng has been issued, and it is believed that other major sects will respond soon.

If you do not surrender, you will directly cleanse it. At this critical moment of life and death, you cannot tolerate any kindness. The court must take a decisive and clear attitude towards rewards and punishments. Only many major factions will be afraid and seriously consider whether it is necessary to be enemies with the court.

This was the most critical moment. Ning Chen and Xia Ziyi discussed matters between the parties for a long time, and they only left the palace together when night fell.

Although Xia Ziyi is now a dynasty emperor, she has not moved back to the palace. Moreover, there is no difference between where a innate powerful man from the third tribulation stays.

The black royal wardrobe is still a symbol of King Haowu and will not change at any time.

"Just leave here"

After living in the palace, the two walked in separate ways and walked towards their own mansions.

Xia Ziyi came to the Haowu Palace. Since ascending the throne, she has rarely had time to come back. Only Xia Xinyu would come here from time to time to help arrange the affairs in the mansion.

"The Emperor of Great Xia, welcome." Luo Fei looked at the figure who came back, and said slightly bent his mouth.

"Miss Luo, be polite," said Xia Ziyi.

In the Marquis of Zhiming's Mansion, Ning Chen looked at the direction of the royal palace on the other side, and light flashed in his eyes. He wanted to know what the identity of the Concubine Luo was.

He reminded Ziyi to go back to invite her, one was to add a powerful helper to Daxia, and the main purpose was to see if this woman was trustworthy.

Of course, these words cannot be said to Ziyi.

In Wushuang City, a shriveled old man walked step by step, covering his breath, and walking among the pedestrians was inconspicuous.

Most of the forces in Wushuang City were purged, but most of the civilians survived. The Lord of the Four Poles Realm could not kill everyone. A dead city had no meaning to him.

The old man was Master Jinbang, who came to find out all the authenticity of Ning Chen. Although the latter's words sounded polite, he still wanted to come and investigate.

He was able to survive until now, not because he had a high level of cultivation, but because he was careful enough and was very cautious in life.

He must understand things that are not absolutely sure of.
To be continued...