Chapter 1091 The Holy Son of the Palace Court (1)

"What kind of artistic creation?" Ji Siwen stretched his neck and leaned over, and Ai Yue and the others also looked over curiously.

"Didn't he want to show us some color? I helped him get some color on his face." Yun Qingyan pointed at Ai Feng's colorful face with a smile, "Look, blue and purple. Yes, red, isn't it pretty?"

Ji Siwen and the others shivered uncontrollably.

Why do you suddenly feel a little cold?

"Don't waste his heart, take this opportunity to appreciate it." Yun Qingyan said to Ji Siwen and the others, then squatted down with a smile, met Ai Feng's red, swollen, hateful eyes, and patted him face, "We saw your color, are you happy?"

"Mu... Ni Dengzhe..." Po Feng's voice came from Ai Feng's mouth, his eyes were full of resentment.

"Okay, we'll wait." Yun Qingyan nodded indifferently.

Ai Yue looked at Ai Feng's embarrassed appearance, and didn't know if it was a pleasant relief or a faint worry.

"Sister Qingyan, let's go." She grabbed Yun Qingyan's hand and said with a bit of worry in her voice.

If they don't leave, the Ai family will probably come.

"Yeah." Yun Qingyan nodded.

Just as the group was about to leave, the people around were suddenly alarmed, and a group of people ran towards the same place!

"Your Highness the Holy Son!"

"It's the Holy Son's Palace that has come down!"

"It seems that the palace court said that His Highness the Holy Son will come to the imperial capital to hold the August sacrifice in person!"

"Ah! I'm so happy! I didn't expect that I would be able to personally witness the holy face of His Highness the Holy Son in my lifetime!"

The crowd rushed forward like a wasp, and Ai Feng and others who were rolling and wailing in the ground also lit up and looked in that direction, but they couldn't move because of the pain.

But soon they were not 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 took Ai Yue and the others out of the way, but Ai Feng and the others were not so lucky.

"Ow!" A series of screams rang out, and Ai Feng and the others, who were trying to get up, were hit and stumbled again, and they were trampled on a few feet miserably, screaming again and again.

However, the cultivation base of Tian Yuan Shi Xuan Yuan Shi, being stepped on a few feet only hurts a little, and they have no worries about their lives.

Yun Qingyan smacked her tongue as she watched the crazy group of people rush forward, and couldn't help but say, "Then what is the origin of His Highness the Holy Son? So many people want to see him?"

This stance has caught up with the emperor superstar of the 21st century!

"Even His Highness the Holy Son doesn't know, which corner did you come out of?" A passer-by scratched Yun Qingyan with contempt and continued to rush forward.

"Uh..." Yun Qingyan touched her nose, a little embarrassed.

Even Ji Siwen was a little surprised, "No way? You don't even know the Holy Son of the Temple!"

"We don't know either." Si Wei and the others scratched their heads.

"The north is far and rough, and the palace has not set up a branch hall in the north. The belief in the palace in the north is very thin. I don't know that it is normal." Ai Yue jumped out to defend Yun Qingyan and the others.

In fact, where is it because the northern land is far and rugged? In fact, it was the palace court who disliked the thin and barren Yuan force in the north, and felt that there was no Yuan person in that wild land, so he didn't bother to collect the beliefs of that place.

In the eyes of everyone, the Northland is nothing but a barren wasteland on the border of the mainland, and they think that the people who come out from there are a group of arrogant men.