Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Hearing what he said, Nan Yan smiled.

She knew that Munch was polite, but she could feel it herself, and her riding skills were advancing by leaps and bounds.

This is a good thing.

Not only did she learn to ride a horse, but in the past two days, she also tried to practice archery.

Of course, this is definitely not her strength. After all, drawing a bow and shooting an arrow requires strength, but with some skills and skill, she can also make the arrow hit the target.

Finally, he is not a weak woman who has no power to bind a chicken.

You can protect yourself when necessary.

Thinking of this, she laughed more contentedly, turned over and jumped off the horse.

However, I don't know if it was because I just ran for too long, and my strength was exhausted. At this time, I felt a little soft and almost fell down.

Fortunately, the guards beside her immediately supported her.

"Si Guifei be careful!"

Nan Yan reluctantly held their arms to stand firmly, and then nodded, "Thank you."

Munch also got up and walked over, looked at her flushed face, and said, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

After a sigh of relief, people feel much more comfortable.

Princess Baoyin said immediately: "You said she is better than me. If I have been riding a horse for so long, I won't be so tired."

"..."

"Don't believe me, look at it!"

After speaking, she had enough rest, so she went out from the pergola and turned on her horse.

With a swagger, the steed left.

Seeing her brazen and heroic posture on horseback, Munch couldn't help but smile, and then said to Nan Yan: "Come in and sit down, your face is blushing."

Nan Yan walked back to the pergola, took a cup of tea and drank it, and saw Munch beside him. Although he hadn't been exposed to the sun, his face was flushed because of the heat outside.

Nan Yan said: "Actually, you don't have to accompany me every day."

Munch smiled and said, "We came here together."

"..."

"What are you going to do, of course I have to accompany you."

Nan Yan said: "But, aren't we here to accompany you to cultivate?"

"..."

"If you are like this, it's not a quiet retreat."

"Actually, I'm fine."

"..."

Hearing these words, Nan Yan made a chuckle in his heart, turned his head to look at Munch, only to see that he only smiled faintly, took another sip from the teacup, and then chased Princess Baoyin on the racecourse.

It seems that just now, I just said a casual word.

Nan Yan's brows frowned slightly.

In fact, she originally felt a little puzzled.

Is Munch really so relieved about the government?

Although, she had long heard that Lao’s government was actually controlled by King Beili and several important officials such as Mandu. He is a puppet emperor, but is he really willing to be a puppet? ?

Such aimlessly with myself to come to this white tiger city to rest.

Is he really just like that?

At this moment, an attendant walked over, bowed to Munch, and then said: "Emperor, there are letters."

"Oh?"

Munch straightened up from his chair immediately: "Who sent the letter?"

The attendant said: "King Nanli came from the city of Kulun."

"Oh……"

Upon hearing that it was the disappearance of King Nanli, Munch seemed to have a disappointed look on his face.

But he put down the teacup, took the letter and opened it to read.

Nan Yan was sitting next to her. Although she couldn't help but floated to the letter, she still cast her eyes on the racecourse, on the figure of Princess Baoyin for the sake of politeness.

Recalling the scene just now, she felt that Munch seemed to be waiting for news.

However, it is not waiting for King Nanli.

Could it be that he brought himself to this White Tiger City, besides "resting", does he really have other purposes?

In a short while, Munch finished reading the letter.

At this time, Princess Baoyin rode a horse and ran back, panting and saying, "Brother Munk, whose letter is it?"

Munch said: "Arislan."

"Did he say something?"

"It's nothing, just greet us," Munch turned his head and looked at Nan Yan again: "He also specifically asked whether Concubine Si was staying here well."

Nan Yan was stunned.

Ajislan also asked himself specifically?

She smiled faintly, and said, "It makes Nanli King bother."

Princess Baoyin glanced at Nan Yan and said angrily: "Did you not even ask me?"

Munch smiled and said, "You often run around, so where do people worry?"

"Humph!"

Princess Baoyin got off the horse and returned to the pergola. The two of them chatted for a while, and Nan Yan just sat aside, drinking tea and listening without much talking.

However, she clearly felt that Munch was a little absent.

After a while, Princess Baoyin took the letter from his hand, looked at it twice, and said, "Brother Munk, I will help you answer this letter."

"You go back?"

"Yes, what are you going to say, tell me and I will write."

Munch smiled and said, "Okay. Just tell Ajislan, we are all good here, and let him-do his own thing."

"it is good!"

Princess Baoyin said, she took the letter and left first.

Nan Yan sat next to them, watching them quietly.

Munch turned his head, smiled at Shang Nanyan's quiet eyes and said, "What are you thinking?"

Nan Yan looked at him for a while, then smiled and shook his head.

Did not say anything.

However, Munch kept looking at her.

The letter that Princess Baoyin replied in place of Munch was soon sent back to the city of Cullen, and two more days passed.

In the past two days, they were still the same as before. Every day they ate the fruits and pastries from Beiping City delivered by the horse and whip. As soon as they were free, Nanyan would go back to the horse farm to go horseback riding and archery.

Munch, as always, accompanied her.

However, Nan Yan clearly felt that there was a faint anxiety in his breath.

It seems, waiting for nothing.

On this day, only the two of them were on the racecourse. Princess Baoyin seemed to be waiting for the letter from the station. Nanyan ran a lap on horseback. Today, feeling a bit tired, she got down early and sat in the pergola to rest.

Munch pushed a cup of tea in front of her.

Nan Yan glanced at him, thought about it, and said, "Your Majesty, haven't you waited for the news today?"

Munch looked up at her.

"You know, I'm waiting for news?"

"It feels, yes."

"why?"

"Because, every time there is news, Your Majesty appears very anxious, but when you hear that it is the news from the Nanli King of Cullen City, you seem a little disappointed."

"..."

"Obviously, you have to wait for a message, but it's not from King Nanli."

"..."

"Whose is it?"

Munch looked at her for a while, and the faint curvature of the corner of his mouth gradually deepened.

He said: "It seems that I am already transparent in front of you."

As soon as the voice fell, Nan Yan heard a gurgling sound behind him.

It's the voice of a dove!