Elder Qianfang took the saints and the three holy witch clan maids who accompanied them, and stepped forward to greet the emperor.
"Elder Qianfang doesn't need to be polite. I have always regarded the holy witch clan as my own person. Therefore, the annual reception banquet is a family banquet. There is only one person and the banquet. It is not too grand. Elder Qianfang is not too shabby."
"The emperor is serious, Qianfang is flattered."
After the salute, under the guidance of the eunuch, the group sat under the head of the Xiliang Emperor, and the two tables were only a few steps apart. In this way, the emperor of Xiliang showed his importance to the holy witch tribe.
Liu Yusheng lowered his eyes, covering his eyes with mockery.
The surface skill is good, what do others think of the women of the holy witch clan, the emperor of Xiliang really didn't know
Open one eye and close one eye.
Because in his own heart, he had never considered the holy witch race.
Who would hold a tool to a high place to be enshrined
"This time there was an accident during the selection of the saints. I have heard from Father Wei that the golden silkworm of the holy blood was lost in the border city, which made it impossible to check the bloodline. Finally, Father Wei had to bring the six saints into the palace together." The Emperor Xiliang leaned against the back of his chair, and slowly scanned the saints, "But I also ask the elders to go back and tell the saints, don't worry, since the saints have entered the palace, I will definitely not treat him badly. They must be treated well."
"The emperor loves her, Qianfang will definitely reply when she returns."
"That's all right, I'm afraid that the great elder will misunderstand me and affect the relationship between the holy witch clan and the royal family.
"Yes."
Both grace and prestige were applied, first lowered a little posture to apologize, and finally used a sentence that made the holy witches remember the consequences of sinning the royal family.
Being so disgusting by those words, Liu Yusheng rolled his eyes secretly. People like Emperor Xiliang have been left behind for a thousand years.
Due to a momentary emotion, Liu Yusheng didn't know that his little expression was caught by a pair of eyes.
Diagonally across from the saint witch clan seat, the man poured the wine and held the cup, and covered his mouth with a smile by tasting the wine.
A maid of the holy witch clan has such a smart expression and interesting.
With a few short words, the wine and dishes are on the table, and the banquet officially begins.
"Open the banquet—" The eunuch's soft, shrill voice dragged on long, and the palace music sounded after his voice fell behind.
The sound of silk and bamboo is extravagant, giving the banquet a relaxed atmosphere.
Create an illusion of singing and dancing.
However, the pain in the eyes of the saints, no matter how beautiful the music is, can't be smoothed out.
Several people ate silently and silently accepted the fate arrangement.
Xu Ye felt the depression exuding from them, and even the liveliest Qianlan did not dare to speak during the entire banquet.
From time to time, he raised his eyes and swept towards a few people, and finally buried his head lower and lower.
Seeing that the banquet was coming to an end, Liu Yusheng thought that he could return to Yanshou Palace to rest without incident, and did not want someone to stand up on the opposite side.
Liu Yusheng's heart jumped immediately, giving birth to a bad feeling.
Looking up, it was the prince Qianlan had hit.
"Grandfather Emperor Xuan—"
"Hmm!" Liu Yusheng was almost choked, scrupulous about the occasion, and resisted the cough so hard that his face flushed.
Her eyes quickly looked around, but fortunately, everyone around was the same, and no one noticed her gaffe.
I was really shocked when I heard the grandfather Huangxuan suddenly. Five generations are in the same house. She really wanted to know what kind of mood the Xuan-grandson looked at when he looked at Grandpa Xuan's age, and still picked up the saint for supplements every year.
She privately thought that they should be quite depressed, after all, grandfather Xuan should be strong, and the throne would be nowhere in sight for them.
Many of them are privately afraid that the old emperor will die soon.
But there is no way.
Secretly mocking the Xiliang imperial clan, when the woman didn't notice her almost gaffe, the voice of the man standing on the opposite side also stopped almost imperceptibly.
"—My Xiliang imperial family has been in contact with the holy witch clan for nearly a hundred years, and they are already our own. My great-grandson thought that in such a family banquet, the elders of the holy witch clan and all the saints don’t need to continue to wear the veil. Everyone should be honest. Treating each other is the most basic etiquette."
A group of holy witch women raised their eyes together, looked at the opposite side in surprise, and then looked at Elder Qianfang again, their eyes filled with confusion and panic.
In the outer veil, this is the rule of their clan.
But the opposing prince said that removing the veil was a basic etiquette, so what should they do
What kind of etiquette do you really want to betray the clan rules, how can you explain to the elder after you go back
Liu Yusheng is not a member of the holy witch tribe, and does not have their sense of panic, but since it is a clan rule, naturally cannot be easily broken, she is sure that Elder Qianfang will not agree, but...
Qianfang has already spoken, "I also ask the emperor to forgive the prince. It’s not that I’m not willing to wait and be honest. It’s just that the holy witches who walk outside must be veiled and cannot show their true colors. This is the family rule. My holy witches are right. The emperor has always been loyal to the imperial family, and the emperor and the imperial family also love me the holy witch clan. Qianfang believes that the emperor and the prince will be able to forgive us."
"Don't Elder Qianfang and the Saint Witch tribe women show their true colors in their own clan?" The opposite man smiled warmly, but his exit was aggressive.
Qianfang twisted his eyebrows, "It's a different matter in the clan."
"It's okay in the clan, why not here? Isn't the elder not anxious about Huangxuan's grandfather to trust the clan members?"
"Master, this cannot be generalized."
"How can't it? Elder Qianfang just said that he was loyal to Emperor Xuan's grandfather and the Xiliang royal family, didn't he?"
"..." Qianfang was speechless, and at the same time he suddenly raised his heart and looked at the emperor.
If the emperor thought her so-called loyalty was a confession, she would anger Longyan, and the emperor would only offend the holy witch clan!
The old emperor sat on the head, almost never changed his posture from the beginning of the banquet.
Only at this time, those twinkling, half-open and half-closed eyes slowly lifted up, and Diwei was unconcealed, breathtaking, and hardly daring to look directly.
"I have always regarded me as my own to the holy witch clan, and the elders should know it. Ba Nian said some truth, I really want to know, do the elders also take me as my own?"
Qianfang's face gradually turned pale, and his eyes shook. After a while, he looked sideways at the people he brought with him, "Remove the veil."
"Elder..."
"Take it off!"
The emperor is already angry.
Liu Yusheng sighed silently, she knew it would be the result.
It has nothing to do with trust at all.
But the emperor's heart is unpredictable.
The emperor is most afraid of others guessing his mind, and most afraid of being pinched by others. When Elder Qianfang defended the Saint Witch Clan, he said something wrong.
Originally, the emperor didn't have to let them take off their veils. What difference does it make to him if they don't take them off? As long as he wants, the holy witch tribe woman will fall into his hands.
It was Qianfang's refusal that made him change his mind.