Chapter 162: He is still alive

The capture of Jialing City by Northern Mongolia was beyond everyone's expectations. This is not a very important city, so the guards are relatively weak. The intention of the Northern Mongolian military division is really unimaginable.
The rebellion in many cities is also true and false, and it is difficult to tell the truth. When the news of the failure of the three princes to force the palace came out, various rebels had fought with the defenders for several days.
The war of rebellion almost burned the entire dynasty, which made Da Xia, who was already a lack of soldiers, more difficult, and it was difficult to take care of both ends.
In the northern city, Taipinghou and Xueyihou were in a dilemma. The total strength of the northern city was only 70,000. The defending city was okay. If they went out to meet the enemy, they would soon be completely crushed by the iron hooves of the northern Mongolian cavalry.
In the Imperial City, after the 100,000 troops brought back by Lime helped to suppress the rebellion in the city, they immediately went north, led by Jing Wugong, and prevented the North Mongolia from forcing the offensive.
Since that night, after the eldest prince returned to the palace, he never came out again. The grandson also returned to Weiyang Palace, no longer intervening in any political affairs.
Almost all the people who supported Daxia's situation in the past have withdrawn from the stage of history, and Daxia has entered a new era.
After Xia Mingri's reign, he made a major cleanup of the Tarisi, and the officials up and down were changed cleanly.
Tai Lisi, Xi Dian, Yin Wuzhuang, who took off her red robe, looked at the decree lying quietly in front of her eyes, silently and silently.
For a long time, Yin Wuzhen took up the blood sword in his hand and cut off a row of red candles on the table. Suddenly, ten feet of red silk ignited, and the fire was rushing and burning wildly.
"Shang Han, the chief once said that it would give me a different life. Now, he has fulfilled his promise, why am I not happy?"
Seeing the burning ten-footed red damask igniting the entire Western Palace, Yin Wuzhang sighed softly and said.
"Son, you have changed and become concerned"
Shang Han looked at the son who had been with him for a lifetime, and immediately persuaded him softly, "Son, let's go, don't disappoint the director's kindness"
"Ok"
The two left, and the cold wind blew through, exacerbating the fire, and with a snap, the imperial table on the table fell and spread on the ground, and then thirteen large characters slowly appeared.
"Yin Wuli, stab the Holy Spirit, sin is unforgivable, and die!"
On the other side, in front of Kong Yu, there was also a decree, "Kong Yu in the red clothing, rebellious and meritorious, and specially conferred on the affairs of the Secretary-General.
Kong Yu is good at power, but Yin Wuzhen is the opposite. He is tired of all this, so Ning Chen's arrangements for the two are also very different. This is what he can do for them in the end.
Yin Wuxiao retired, Kong Yu came to the top, and the change of the Tai Lisi was just a microcosm of the facelift of the imperial court. The change between the old and the new has become an irreversible fact.
After Xi Yugong's death, San Gong lacked one, but Xia Mingri never mentioned the issue of Feng Gong. Everyone in the world knows who this position is for. Unfortunately, there is no such opportunity.
Among the courts, the historian became the most difficult person, but he didn't dare to write about the final record of Zhiminghou.
The three historians had asked Sheng Shang more than once, asking how to write it. However, in the end, all the folds he handed were sinking into the sea and there was no response.
Therefore, the record about the Zhiminghou only wrote about the rebellion that night, and there was no more afterwards.
In the Netherworld, ghostly, the place where the sun has not been seen for many years, Prince Yan and ghost girl looked at Ning Chen on the stone bed and looked silent.
At the last moment, in order to protect Ning Chen's vitality, the ghost girl ate Huang Quanhua, a kind of flower that spreads to the world.
Huang Quanhua, born under the weak water, after the mortal served, the flesh will gradually rot and become a state of immortality.
It can be said that after eating Huang Quanhua, one cannot survive, one cannot die.
Prince Yan has been helping Ning Chen to resist the poison of Huang Quanhua with true energy day and night, and temporarily maintain the latter's physical integrity, but this is not a long-term law after all.
"There is something in the world that can detoxify Huang Quanhua?" Prince Yan asked.
"No" The ghost girl shook her head.
The poison of Huang Quan is unsolvable. This is the only way to overbearingly transform a dead person into a state of immortality.
Prince Yan was silent for a long time, and said, "This King went out and will return soon, you take care of him"
"Senior please rest assured" the ghost girl nodded.
When Prince Yan left, the ghost girl stood by the bed, her pale and slender hands stretched out, and she was surrounded by Ning Chen. A trace of the yellow spring poison flew out, and immediately fell into the ghost girl's mouth.
Her words were not finished. Although there is nothing in the world to detoxify Huang Quan, there are people who can detoxify Huang Quan.
However, Ning Chen now depends on Huang Quanhua to hang his life. Once the poison is solved, his life will be gone.
Half a day later, Prince Yan returned and brought back the Nine Miao Clutch Flower.
"Senior, useless," the ghost girl shook her head.
The Nine Miao Clutch Flower cannot regenerate the most important parts such as the internal organs and the head. In the current situation of Ning Chen, all the internal organs and the internal organs have been severely damaged by the sky fire.
Prince Yan stepped forward and inspected Ning Chen's situation. There was still no improvement, only a breath left.
"If the power of Huang Quanhua is fully released, he can survive, just"
Speaking of which, the ghost girl didn't go on with it, but in that case, Ning Chen really became a monster that didn't die.
"Let him wake up and decide for himself"
Prince Yan sighed softly, his sword fingers were condensed, and the vastness of true energy pulled Huang Quanhua in Ning Chen's body, quickly releasing the power of Huang Quan.
At the same time, Ning Chen's body began to show signs of being eroded. The ghost girl saw her, and her lips lightly opened, drawing excess force into her mouth.
A touch of strange color flashed in the eyes of Prince Yan, but he said nothing, and continued to help Ning Chen wake up.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Ning Chen's face flashed a bit of pain, and his eyes slowly opened, a dim silence.
Prince Yan closed his hands and stood aside, waiting for the former to wake up.
After a moment, Ning Chen recovered and tried to move, but found that all but one right hand could not move.
"Ningchen"
Prince Yan opened his mouth and said the matter briefly, then asked quietly, "Tell Ben Wang, your choice"
Ning Chen remained silent for a long time, and Prince Yan did not urge, waiting patiently.
After "I chose to live" for a long time, Ning Chen spoke softly.
"Do you not hesitate to become a monster?" Prince Yan asked.
"Do not hesitate!" Ning Chen confirmed.
"The King respects your choice" Prince Yan nodded and immediately continued, "From now on, you will stay in the capital, and the King will try to help you find a healing method, but don't have too much hope."
"Thank you senior" Ning Chen said seriously.
When Prince Yan left, the ghost girl picked up the Nine Miaolian flowers on the side, thought for a while, and asked, "Will you please send me?"
"Take it," Ning Chen said casually.
"Thanks, yes, do you want to stand up?" The ghost girl asked.
"What will it cost?" Ning Chen said.
"The whole body rots" the ghost girl replied.
"No, this is fine," Ning Chen shook his head.
"Then I will make you a wheelchair," said the ghost girl.
"Thanks" Ning Chen thanked.
Half a day later, the ghost girl made a simple wheelchair, and put Ning Chen up as a way to travel.
Although Huang Quanhua's power was not fully released, Ning Chen inevitably began to show signs of corrosion. At this time, the ghost girl would help to absorb these excess powers, barely keeping the former from becoming a monster.
"Ghost girl, can you send me a letter?" Ning Chen whispered.
"If you have someone who can't rest assured, I can lend you the ghost chair and rush back before dawn," the ghost girl replied.
"No, seeing how I am now, they will be more worried," Ning Chen shook his head.
The ghost girl said no more and took advantage of the night to leave the land.
Ning Chen was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at his cracked and rotten right arm, and said nothing. This was the only hand he could move, but it was also the place where the whole body decayed the fastest.
It turned out that this is the feeling that life is better than death.
Alive, there is a price to pay, this is his choice, no wonder no one.
Daxia Palace, in a dark and ghostly atmosphere, with black and white impermanence, a bull head and a horse face appeared, and the patrolling imperial army was about to be blocked, and was flew out by a powerful force.
There was no disagreement, because the ghost girl didn't mean to speak at all, and went all the way, swept towards the direction of Weiyang Palace.
In the Temple of Heaven, a forbidden army quickly entered the newspaper. Xia Mingri sighed softly after hearing that the person was a ghost girl, "No need to stop, let her go."
The ghost car drove into Weiyang Palace, Liming was the first to feel, and his figure flickered and blocked in front.
"It's you" Lime looked shocked and lost his voice.
"This is the letter he gave you." Among the ghost chairs, the ghost girl's slender hands waved, a streamer flew out, and swept forward.
Lime took the letter and asked quickly, "How is he doing!"
"Read the letter yourself"
In the voice, the ghost car left without any stay, and disappeared after a while.
Liming opened the letter in his hand, and after reading it, his tears shed unconsciously.
A few strokes, very simple, "I am alive, don't worry"
The familiar handwriting is reflected in the tears, but the only word is their greatest comfort.
Lime came to Changsun's room ~ EbookFREE.me ~ knocked on the door and walked into it.
The room was very dark, with only one candle burning. Chang Sun was sitting at the table, looking at the moon-shaped jade in his hand. His eyes were covered with blood and dim. Obviously he had not slept for several days.
"Ma'am, he's still alive" Lime placed the letter in front of Changsun and said softly.
The eldest grandson looked at the handwriting in the letter, and after a while, tears rained.
In the Mangwang Palace, Ah Man woke up and sat on the bed, she could feel that he was still alive, why she still felt so uncomfortable.
In the Netherworld Mansion, the ghost girl came back and saw that her body was decayed again, and immediately stepped forward, inhaling Huang Quan's toxicity.
"Do not blame me for talking, your body, it is impossible to recover, and with the erosion of toxicity, you will gradually lose your self-consciousness and become a real living dead."
"Oh," Ning Chen smiled tiredly, and said, "It sounds terrible. If it really is this day, you will sink me under the weak water and save others from being scared."