V2.Chapter 452

Seeing this, the young man around him explained: "my highness, this is also a treasure that the national master didn't discover. He sent craftsmen to carve and carve half a year ago. That's what makes today's jade."

The Empress Dowager was more and more amiable and said with a smile: "the national master is so kind-hearted. I'm very glad that I can arrange seats for the master."

The emperor laughed and nodded to Liu Weng beside him.

The seat of the national master had been prepared for a long time. It was the first one on the left side of the head, which was higher than the prime minister Liu Bohan.

On the stranger flower secretly surprised, really did not expect this national teacher's status actually so revered.

However, the national teacher never looked at her, only sat quietly in his own position, without saying a word.

When someone toasted, he just nodded slightly and raised his hand symbolically.

Yan Mo glanced at him, then suddenly got up and said with a smile, "the imperial grandmother, the grand master has prepared such a great gift, but it is not easy for his grandson to present his gifts to show his ugliness."

The Empress Dowager sees this, just Mu Lu lovingly smiles, "send anything is the intention, the mourning home naturally likes anything."

"The grandson gave a gift to his grandmother." Yan Mo turned his head and gave an order to the servant behind him, and immediately someone took a picture and rolled it up.

The painting scroll does not need to be opened in front of people. It is originally a picture of Bodhisattva's salvation. In the painting, the Bodhisattva's eyes and eyes are kind, and his face shows compassion. The scroll is slightly yellowish, which is unusual.

"This painting was originally made by master Huiji of Anshan temple before he passed away. He has been hanging in the temple for many years. After receiving incense, his grandson specially asked for it, so as to help the emperor's grandmother have a profound blessing and prolong his life."

The Empress Dowager still laughs, full of happy praise a few words, then send a person to accept.

He thought that Yan Mo Li had paid enough attention to this ceremony, but he did not think about it. After he finished, he did not sit down, but looked at Baorong emperor again.

"Father." With a smile, he said: "now, by the birthday of his grandmother, one of the children's ministers wants to introduce him to his father."

Baorong emperor saw this, slightly pick eyebrows, slightly interested, "who should pick at this time to introduce?"

Yan Moli pretended to smile mysteriously and sent people down to pass on.

His manner naturally attracted people's curiosity, and they all looked forward to it.

In the eyes of the public, a young man in white walked in slowly.

He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. He wore a fitting white shirt with rolled edges. He was covered with a layer of ethereal white yarn. The position of pure white cuffs was embroidered with an ancient totem pattern with gold thread, and his hair was only half covered with a wooden hairpin.

And behind him, there were also several women with the same clothes, but they were wearing pure white clothes without piping, and the cuff embroidery was only embroidered with the same color of white thread with the same totem style, which was not obvious.

There were not many people who knew the totem, but most of them were shocked by their clothes and temperament.

The man in white, with a smile on his face, stepped forward, slightly bowed, and his voice was clear, "the sage of Wuxian nationality knows better than to see your majesty."

The woman behind him bowed slightly with her legs straight and unbending.

At the hearing of the speech, the faces of all the people were deep, and many people were puzzled.

The emperor Baorong obviously knew about the Wuxian people. He was shocked at the same sight. He almost subconsciously stood up and slightly lost his state, "Wuxian people The son? "

"Are you the son of the sorcerer?"