The autumn wind is rustling, the cold rain is windy, and this depressing weather has been going on for a month. Nan Yanhe has almost forgotten what a clear sky looks like.

If it rains continuously, he can still force himself to persuade himself to take a few beautiful concubines, hold an oil-paper umbrella, and play in the palace and walk in the rain. It may be quite romantic. Unfortunately, this autumn rain comes quickly and violently, but it lasts for a long time.

He has no interest in taking a walk in the heavy rain with his spiritual shield on.

"Oh, it's boring, it's really boring." Nan Yanhe sighed for the first time.

He glanced sideways at the beautiful concubine beside him, who was carefully sharpening his ink.

"I'm not in the mood to practice calligraphy today, so don't do it. Just take it away and pour it out." Nan Yanhe waved his sleeves listlessly.

The beautiful concubine bit her lip and felt a little aggrieved. After all, she was almost done, but in a sudden change of mind, her Majesty made all her hard work go to waste.

"What? Are you unhappy? Do you think I'm wasting it?" Nan Yanhe put his chin on the desk without any image, and tilted his head to look at her.

The beautiful concubine had no choice but to hold up the inkstone and said quietly: "How dare I, my concubine? Your Majesty said you would fall down, so let's fall down."

"You..." Nan Yanhe sneered, raised his chin, and spread out a piece of fine rice paper: "Then you write, and I will watch. Anyway, in my harem, it is recognized that you are the best at calligraphy."

"Then what do you write, my concubine?" the concubine said with a genuine smile.

"Well...the "Ode to Agarwood" I created last time is considered the pinnacle of my recent work. Let's just write this one!" Nan Yanhe made the final decision.

The concubine's face turned bitter, and then she regained her smile within a second: "Then please give me some advice, your majesty."

"Don't worry. Last time, Bachelor Qishen said that I am a rare genius in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, poetry, and poetry. Although I think it may not be as good as my achievements as a calligrapher from the Southern Kingdom, I think so.

There's no need to give in too much." Nan Yanhe stood up and walked back and forth, very high-spirited.

The concubine lowered her head silently and sighed, knowing that she still underestimated the thickness of His Majesty's face.

She took a pen and wrote two lines with difficulty: "Agarwood, agarwood, smells so fragrant, refreshing, like a refreshing fragrance..."

Then she felt that she really couldn't write anymore.

But Nan Yanhe stood aside and cast an earnest look. The concubine could only grit her teeth, steady her trembling hands, and prepare to continue writing the third line.

The person who saved her at this time was a palace guard who came in a hurry. The heavy rain poured on his spiritual shield, which was very conspicuous from a distance.

"What's going on?" Nan Yanhe also saw the shimmering light of the shield in the rain.

The guard immediately knelt down outside the study and reported respectfully: "Your Majesty, there are several envoys from Chuimin Star requesting to be received. Is it necessary to place them in the Taihua Palace?"

"Don't bother me. I just have nothing to do right now. Let's call them over and have a chat." Nan Yanhe waved his hand and said.

"Ah?" The guard was slightly startled: "This seems to be inappropriate..."

"Why do you care so much? It's not tiring to run around on a rainy day. Don't you think they will know it's not etiquette?" Nan Yanhe said confidently.

Then he turned his head and said with regret: "Then write it next time. Leave your handwriting here for now. I will help you correct it later."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The concubine only felt that she was still in danger, and quickly bowed and left.

"...Yes, Your Majesty." The guard also followed the order and left.

Nan Yanhe picked up the pen out of boredom and altered the words that the concubine had just written until they were completely unrecognizable. After an unknown amount of time, the group of people arrived in front of the study under the guidance of the maid.

"Your Majesty, several envoys have been brought here." The maid bowed.

"Go and move some chairs and get some tea, water and preserves. The rest is none of your business." Nan Yanhe flicked his pen and stood up.

In fact, there was no need for him to give orders, the maids were already busy, and in less than a minute, everything was arranged.

"You all sit down, don't be polite." Nan Yanhe sat back down and said very casually.

This was the first time that Yu Ling met the Southern King of the Great Southern Kingdom. Although there had long been rumors that he was a useless playboy, the impact of the actual meeting was still a bit shocking.

Although King Da Nan was not in charge of the matter, he still had to go through the necessary procedures, so after settling the matter of Ben Lixing, Yu Ling led his people to come here.

Along with Yu Ling are Fang Zijin, Xuanzhu, Bai Shulu and Tang Weitian. After all, if there are too many people, the cost of traveling to the teleportation array will become very touching. And Bing Xuan, Wen Nianxuan, Yang Zhaoke, Shu Jin

Ye, Xu Che and others each had their own things to be busy with, so Yu Ling thought about it and only picked four.

Fang Zijin insisted on coming over to help his junior brother share his worries, while Xuanzhu placed the little snake on the Hundred Gu Star, which is equivalent to becoming immortal, and may play an unexpected role at some point.

Bai Shulu has just come out of seclusion and is currently in the middle stage of melting the void. At the age of twenty-two, he can be regarded as a first-class genius in the southern region. The most important thing is that after many years of experience, this man with a broken family has

The genius of the Bai family can already stand alone. Whether it is his character or IQ, he will definitely be more reliable than Fang Zijin and Xuanzhu when encountering big problems.

Not to mention Tang Weitian, if you want to deal with Tianshang Gong, his information will definitely be indispensable.

Of course, several people have changed their faces. After all, Lone Star’s informants are everywhere in the southern region.

"Your Majesty King Nan, we are here this time..." As soon as Yu Ling started, Nan Yanhe said nonchalantly: "I heard from Yu Aiqing about the matter of Chui Min Star. Hasn't it been solved?"

Yu Ling was speechless for a while. After a few seconds, she continued: "But the spiritual formation exchange meeting has not started yet."

"What does that have to do with you?" Nan Yanhe said straightforwardly.

Although Yu Ling felt that it was a bit unreliable to discuss business with the Great Southern King, but who is the direct descendant of Nan Yingtan? He could only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor and said: "

His Majesty King Nan, someone asked me to bring you four words - Cheng, Wang, Qin, Shu."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yanhe stood up suddenly, opened his eyes wide in shock, stared at Yu Ling and said, "Who told you that?!"

At this moment, a sharp light seemed to flash in Nan Yanhe's eyes, which was completely different from the careless waste he had before. But soon, his aura disappeared, as if everything was just Yu Ling's illusion.

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Fang Zijin and the others looked at Nan Yanhe who was losing his temper for no apparent reason. They didn't know what Yu Ling said, which made the Nanwang's face change greatly.

Nan Yanhe's eyes gradually became a little gloomy. He glanced at Fang Zijin and others expressionlessly, and said calmly: "Can the four of you go out for a while? I have some important things that I want to talk to him alone."

His words were not strong, but they conveyed an unquestionable meaning.

Yu Ling nodded calmly, and Fang Zijin and the other two hesitantly walked out of the hall, not knowing what Nan Yanhe was going to do.

When there were only two people left in the room, Nan Yanhe opened the sound barrier again, sat down slowly and said, "I want to know who asked you to take the message?"

He looked at Yu Ling anxiously, his hands pressed tightly on his knees, his eyes unblinking.

Yu Ling originally didn't plan to tell him too much, but Nan Yanhe's behavior made Yu Ling have some guesses, so he said calmly: "It's senior Nan Yingtan. I don't know which generation of Nan Wang he is."

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Nan Yanhe was stunned and silent. He was in a trance. After a while, he whispered: "Where is he? Can he come back?"

"Senior Nan's condition is not very good, but I hope you can stay calm after I tell His Majesty the news." Yu Ling said slowly.

Nan Yanhe nodded silently, his expression solemn.

"He has been imprisoned in the Refining Fire Sect's Samsara Abyss for more than a hundred years..." Yu Ling had just finished speaking when Nan Yanhe broke the armrest of the chair with a click and gritted his teeth and said: "The Refining Fire Sect... they

How brave!”

"Your Majesty Nan Wang, please calm down." Yu Ling said helplessly.

Nan Yanhe said angrily: "Aren't I calm enough? That's my own grandfather! I'm already calm enough without going to the north with a sword!"

"..." Yu Ling was speechless for a while.

Nan Yanhe took a deep breath, barely restrained his emotions and said, "Then what is your relationship with the Fire Refining Sect? The Chuimin Star Messenger should just be your cover identity, right?"
Chapter completed!