Chapter 2031: The Son of the Wuxian?

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When the juvenile around him saw it, he explained the exit: "Returning to the squat, this is also the treasure that the national teacher did not intend to discover. The craftsmen were sent to create the carvings six months ago. This is the beauty of today."
The Queen Mother laughed more and more, and smiled: "The National Teacher is so hearted, the House of Sorrow is very gratified, fast, and I will arrange a seat for the National Teacher."
The emperor smiled and nodded slightly toward Liu Weng.
The seat of the National Teacher was prepared early, and the first one on the left hand side of the next head was even higher than Liu Bohan, who lives in the same product.
The flowers on the street were secretly surprised, but I did not expect that the status of this national teacher was so respected.
The national teacher never looked at her, only sat in his position, and did not say a word.
Someone toasted, he was only slightly dagger, raising a symbolic toast.
阎 眸 眸 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在
The Queen Mother saw it, but smiled with kindness. "Whatever is sent is the heart, and the mourner naturally likes everything."
"The grandson gave the emperor a gift." 阎 厉 厉 厉 转 朝 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 侍 侍 侍 侍 侍 侍 侍 侍 侍 侍 侍 侍 侍
The picture was taken in front of everyone and did not need to be opened. It was originally a picture of a Buddha's salvation. In the painting, the Buddha's eyebrows are good and the face is compassionate. The picture is slightly yellowish and not like ordinary things.
"This painting was originally made by the master of the Anshan Temple Huiji before the death. It has been hanging in the temple for so many years, and it has been burned out. The grandson specially asked for it, and the grandmother of the emperor is rich and prosperous."
The Queen Mother laughed as usual, and praised a few words with joy, and the poor accepted it.
I thought that this ceremony was enough to be careful, but I never thought that he did not sit down after the talk, but looked at Bao Rongdi.
"Father of the Father." He smiled slightly and said: "Now, through the birthday of the emperor, one of the children wants to introduce to the father."
When Bao Rongdi saw it, he raised his eyebrows slightly and was slightly interested. "Who should pick the referral at this time?"
阎墨厉作, mysterious smile, and people go down.
His faction has naturally attracted people's curiosity, and they are waiting for it.
Under the gaze of everyone, a white boy walked in slowly.
He also looks like he is only seventeen or eighty years old. His eyebrows are handsome and handsome. He wears a matching white blouse with a white gauze outside. The position of pure white cuffs is embroidered with an old totem style. It’s only half a raft with a raft.
Behind him, he also followed a few women with the same costumes, but they were wearing pure white vests, no piping, and the cuff embroidery was just embroidered with the same totem pattern of the same color white line. obvious.
There were not many people who knew this totem on the spot, but most of them were shocked by their clothes and temperament.
The white man in the lead smiled and stepped forward, slightly squatting, and his voice was clear. "The sacred son of the Wuxian family knows, and he has seen him."
The woman behind him also followed slightly, his legs stretched straight and not bent.
Everyone heard the words, their faces were deep, and many people were puzzled.
The Baorong Emperor apparently knew the Wuxian people. He was shocked by the same situation. He almost stood up in the subconscious and was slightly out of order. "Wu Xianzu... Son?"
"You are the Son of the Wuxian?"