"What kind of artistic creation." Ji Siwen stretched his neck and leaned over. Ai Yue and the others also looked over curiously.
"Didn't he want to give us some color to see? I helped him get some color on his face." Yun Qingyan pointed to Ai Feng's colorful face with a smile, "Look, green, purple Yes, it’s red, doesn’t it look good?”
Ji Siwen and others could not help but tremble.
Why do you suddenly feel a little cold
"Don't waste his heart and soul, take this opportunity to appreciate it." Yun Qingyan said to Ji Siwen and the others, then squatted down with a smile, looked into Ai Feng's red and swollen eyes full of hatred, and patted him face, "We see your color, are you happy?"
"Ni... Ni Dengzhe..." Po Feng's voice came from Ai Feng's mouth, his eyes filled with resentment.
"Okay, let's wait." Yun Qingyan nodded nonchalantly.
Ai Yue looked at Ai Feng's embarrassed appearance, and she didn't know if she felt a sense of relief or a faint worry.
"Sister Qingyan, let's go." She grabbed Yun Qingyan's hand and said with a hint of worry in her voice.
If you don't leave, someone from the Ai family may come.
"Yeah." Yun Qingyan nodded.
Just as the group was about to leave, the people around them suddenly became alarmed, and a group of people ran towards the same place!
"His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"
"It's His Majesty the Holy Son who is here!"
"It seems that the palace court's statement that His Royal Highness the Holy Son will come to the Imperial Capital to personally hold the August sacrifice is true!"
"Ah! I am so happy! I never thought that I would be able to see the holy face of His Royal Highness the Son in person in my lifetime!"
The crowd was swarming forward like wasps. Ai Feng and others, who were rolling and wailing on the ground, their eyes lit up and they looked in that direction, but their whole bodies were in pain and could not move.
But soon they were no longer in the mood to think about His Highness the Holy Son! Because the surging crowd was so fierce, a large group of people were rushing in their direction.
Yun Qingyan quickly led Ai Yue and the others out of the way, but Ai Feng and the others were not so lucky.
"Ouch!" A series of screams rang out. Ai Feng and others who tried to get up were staggered again and were stepped on several times miserably. They screamed again and again.
However, with Tianyuan Master Xuanyuan Master's cultivation, being stepped on a few times would only hurt a little, so their lives were not in danger.
Yun Qingyan clicked her tongue as she watched the group of people rushing forward like crazy, and couldn't help but ask, "Then what is the background of His Highness the Holy Son? So many people want to see him?"
This posture is comparable to that of the emperor and superstar of the 21st century!
"Even His Royal Highness the Holy Son doesn't know where you came from?" A passer-by scratched Yun Qingyan in disdain and continued to rush forward.
"Uh..." Yun Qingyan touched her nose, feeling a little embarrassed.
Even Ji Siwen was a little surprised, "No way? You don't even know the Holy Son of the Palace!"
"We don't know either." Xiwei and the others scratched their heads.
"The Northland is far away and rugged. The palace has not set up a branch temple in the north. The belief in the palace in the north is very thin. I don't know how normal it is." Ai Yue jumped out to defend Yun Qingyan and the others.
In fact, why is it because the Northland is so remote and rugged? In fact, the palace disliked the sparse and barren Yuan energy in the North and felt that the wild land could not support any Yuan practitioners, so it simply did not bother to collect the beliefs of that place.
In the eyes of everyone, the Northland is just a barren and wild land on the border of the mainland, and they think that the people who come out from there are just a bunch of roughnecks.
(End of chapter)