Dust is cold

The Six Kingdoms of the Underworld, Wuyi, Shangqi, Xiakong, Huicang, Beichen, and Yanhuai.Wuyi is the strongest and Yanhuai is the weakest.

Yanhuai country, afternoon.

Prince Yan Qinghan stood in front of the window with a calm smile on his face, as if he was greedily looking at the scenery in the garden, but his mind was obviously wandering, and he didn't notice anyone walking from the garden to the window.

"Qinghan?" Someone knocked on the window lattice.

Yan Qinghan was startled, saw the people outside, and smiled like a warm sun: "Second brother, come in!"

While talking, he walked towards the gate of the palace, his attendants knelt on the side uncomfortably, the arrival of the second prince today seemed to have frightened the master, Yan Qinghan waved them away without any intention of being harsh.

The people of Yanhuai Kingdom are small and weak, and the royal family is a side branch of the immortal sect, so it is difficult to cultivate high. Although they are nobles of the royal family, their situation has always been precarious, and the situation is quite embarrassing. Because of his heart, the brothers get along harmoniously, and he and the second prince Yan Qingyu have similar temperaments and even have close contacts. It is common for Yan Qingyu to come here without reporting.

Yan Qingyu walked around to the door and entered the hall, looking at his hands: "Are you hurting Yu Wuchen?"

Yan Qinghan smiled wryly: "It's really hurtful!"

What Yan Qinghan was holding was an invitation card. Ten months later, it would be the birthday of the king. As the crown prince, he would naturally host the birthday banquet.The king's birthday banquet can be regarded as a part of the state affairs. After the grand banquet, many interests, relationships, politics, and favors are involved, and there is no room for sloppy.

The birthday banquets have always been easy for the ministers and ministers of the country to the yellow-haired and down-haired, and the envoys of neighboring countries generally do not pick this kind of embarrassment.

The realm of the underworld has always been respected by the immortals, and it is revered more than the royal family. It also relies on the mutual support between the imperial power and the immortal sect.

It is not difficult to treat each other with courtesy, but the difficult thing is that many monks of the Xianmen have perverted personalities and different behaviors.

Yu Kong Pavilion is the most respected among the celestial sects in Yanhuai. Yu Wuchen is the chief disciple of Yu Kong Pavilion. In less than two decades, he has seen the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Yu Wuchen's cultivation base is so stunning and talented, and his personality is not too much, perverse, arrogant and uninhibited. I heard that he gets along very well with his brothers, but he has always been difficult for ordinary people to get along with. not easy.

A few days ago, the Lord of the Kingdom received a letter from Yu Shanchuan, the head of the Yukong Pavilion, saying that he would not be able to participate due to the imminent breakthrough of the realm, and sent his chief disciple Yu Wuchen to watch the ceremony on his behalf.

This is a very face-saving matter. The birthday banquet of the lord of the country can be said to be big or small. It has no substantive content for Xianmen. Yu Wuchen almost never attends such occasions. It is estimated that outsiders think this ceremony is more important than being close to mountains and rivers, but Yan Qinghan's heart skipped a beat. With Yu Wuchen's temperament, it is impossible to have a happy chat with him, but if he is not happy at this birthday banquet, But it will arrest a large number of people, not to mention...

"Qinghan, don't worry about it!" Yan Qingyu didn't need anyone to wait on him, and sat down to make tea by himself: "That's what Yu Shanchuan said, it doesn't matter if Yu Wuchen will come or not!"

"What the second brother said is true!" Yan Qinghan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Let's send the invitation first!"

Yan Qingyu didn't just comfort people casually, it's one thing for Yu Shanchuan to want Yu Wuchen to attend on his behalf, but it's another thing to be able to persuade him to do so, how can Yu Wuchen be the master who obeys orders?Even his master can't do it, it's not that he doesn't obey his master's orders, in fact, the two are both teachers and friends, and they love each other like father and son. He usually refuses in person when he doesn't want to do something, and Yu Shanchuan is never reluctant to force it. It's an extremely weird existence.

"Why, you want to deliver the invitation from Yukong Pavilion yourself this time?" Yan Qingyu handed over a cup of tea with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

Lord Yan Huai is humble, and to show respect, the invitations of the Xianmen family have always been sent by the princes personally. I haven't been there before, and I let others go for a few times when it was necessary to come out. It doesn't seem like a self-confessed identity. The other smaller sects, Yan Qinghan, didn't push her away, and she didn't go to Yukong Pavilion alone. Yan Qingyu It could be seen that he was evading it on purpose, felt strange, asked once but didn't get the point, so he didn't ask again.

Yan Qinghan didn't explain much, just smiled slightly: "Well, I'll go!"

Yan Qingyu still had some errands to do, so he just stopped by to ask for a cup of tea, talked a little and then left.

Sending Yan Qingyu away, the smile on the corner of Yan Qinghan's mouth disappeared. It was reasonable from all aspects for him to invite him personally. As Yu Wuchen improved his cultivation, Yukong Pavilion became more prosperous, and their invitation was naturally the Prince's kiss. Sending is more sincere, but that Yu Wuchen...

They belong to the same country, Yan Qinghan is the crown prince, and Yu Wuchen is also a famous person. They naturally have the opportunity to meet, but before the Six Nations League meeting last year, his attention to Yu Wuchen has always been admiring from a distance. Talented and willful, with two traits that he will never have the opportunity to touch, a species completely different from himself, sometimes a little envious and a little sad, and a few sighs, but that's all, the limited number of meetings Wuchen covered his face with a mask. If it wasn't for the accident at the Six Nations League, Yu Wuchen's impression would only be dark clothes and black hair, and the narrow eyebrows and eyes under the pearl white mask...

Thinking of what happened that day, Yan Qinghan got up and took two steps irritably, it was really inexplicable.The six-nation alliance is a rule in the underworld, once a year.

For a small country like Yan Huai, this kind of alliance is a kind of torture every time. Compliments, praises, and all kinds of smiling faces are accompanied by all kinds of smiles.

At that time, the lord of the country already had the will to make him the crown prince, but he was still underage and could not perform the coronation ceremony.On such an occasion, it is natural for him to entertain with the ruler of the country.

After supporting him for a whole day, Yan Qinghan felt a little stuffy in his chest during the dinner. He drank a little too much. On such occasions, his identity does not have the right to refuse alcohol. Asking Yan Qingyu to help support him, he sneaked out from the side door of the hall and wanted to take a break.

There was an old tree in the corner of the courtyard, Yan Qinghan walked over it without thinking, stood in the shadow and let out a long sigh of relief, he liked this kind of hidden corner and felt safe.

The night is slightly cool, the sky is full of stars, the air outside the hall is fresh and clear, and the heart is smooth when breathing.

"Tired?" Qingling's voice sounded from above her head.

Yan Qinghan was startled, took a step back instinctively, and glanced not far away. Naturally, when he came out, there were elders following him in the dark to guard him.

"Chi!" The laughter sounded, with a bit of fun and a bit of disdain.

Yan Qinghan raised his head, this is a palm banyan, evergreen all the year round, now in midsummer, the branches and leaves are sparse, and it is hard to see anything clearly.

A large leaf fell, and it was only then that a figure sitting among the branches was clearly seen. He was dressed in black and had black hair, and his eyes were as clear as water under the cover of a pearl white mask.

A little suddenly, Yan Qinghan hurriedly adjusted his expression, and saluted with a slight smile: "Yu...Young Master?"

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