The more Feng Qinglang thought about it, the more likely he felt. He once again wanted to argue with Nan Ling. If his guess was valid, the risk of this job would be infinitely increased.

However, Nan Xinghun did not notice that Feng Qinglang had discovered something, and he still had a chic look and said with a smile: "Yes, it's just that, for the best-selling of memoirs in the future."

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After this meeting, Feng Qinglang and Nan Ling had a close talk. They didn't know what kind of benefits and promises Nan Ling had made. Anyway, when Nan Xinghun set out as scheduled, Feng Qinglang walked with him.

There is another fellow traveler, who is the real follower of Nan Xinghun. The old housekeeper's distant relative was barely considered an outer member of the Nan family. A young man named Nan Yong had a barely correct appearance and had always grown up with Nan Xinghun.

But when he rode a horse, he was so excited that he could not suppress his horse and was almost pushed down by the horse. Feng Qinglang knew that it was impossible to count on him at the critical moment.

There are no luxurious carriages, no vast ranks, only three thin horses, and some simple luggage, which are the queues for the heirs of the Nan family to go out.

For the long journey that Feng Qinglang had ever walked, the two days of journey was very relaxed and pleasant. There was no need to pay too much attention to whether there were pursuers behind him, nor did he have to think about what to do next. But Mr. Nan Yong obviously gritted his teeth and persevered. He obviously had not received professional riding training, and only figured out how to ride from some pictures. After two days, the internal test of his thighs was rubbed off by several layers of skin, and he would also make a hum when he gritted his teeth.

Surprisingly, Nan Xinghun was always full of energy and talked about the customs and culture along the way. Although he often showed exaggerated pride in habit, Feng Qinglang was already surprised enough, which means that the other party was not a complete playboy, and being energetic could help them reduce some difficulties.

What surprised Feng Qinglang the most was that Nan Xinghun was kind-hearted. During the trip, he heard Nan Yong gritting his teeth and sucking the air conditioner. He asked several times to stop and rest, but did not mention others, and only said that he was tired.

Feng Qinglang nodded secretly, sympathizing with the weak, and is always one of the most original excellent qualities of human beings.

Moreover, when Nan Yong was full of gratitude and tears, Nan Xinghun always talked about other topics happily, as if he didn't pay much attention to Nan Yong. Feng Qinglang believed that he was not deliberately buying people's hearts.

Two days later, they arrived at the Anyue Town, which was the border of the Ruifeng Duchy and the agreed location between the Nan family and the Situ family.

The Situ family was only a vassal family of the Nan family in the most glorious era. However, after the wave of the times, the Situ family was still a little famous wealthy family, but the Nan family had completely declined.

Due to past relationships, Situ Weiyang, the eldest son of the Situ family, will also attend Mingguang Academy this year. We have made an appointment to go together to take care of each other.

Poor parents in the world. Feng Qinglang thought that Nan Ling had tried his best to make his daughter's life journey smoother.

"Young Master, I went to the agreed hotel. Young Master Situ and the others have not arrived yet." Nan Yong hurriedly ran back to report, and there was still some restrained indignation in his eyebrows. It seemed that the old housekeeper had been brainwashing him successfully. As a former vassal family, the Situ family should have arrived in advance for their etiquette.

Nan Xinghun waved his hand indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter, we just wait."

He has little contact with the outside world, and a tavern like this can make him look at it for a long time with interest.

Because he is located on the border of the Principality, he can see more legendary mercenaries, hunters, and hidden spies and smuggling merchants here... Whenever Xinghun can observe a person's true identity, he is very excited to share with Feng Qinglang for a long time.

Feng Qinglang looked at him again, because many times, the eldest young master's judgment was correct.

The smell of inferior tobacco, the faint smell of alcohol, the faint sleepiness after dinner, the whispers of Nan Xinghun in his ears, and the hearty laughter from time to time, Feng Qinglang can feel the rare tranquility.
Chapter completed!