The fingertips were slightly closed, Qinghui tilted his head slightly to look at him, his small appearance seemed to be obedient and soft, but his expressionless face seemed to be a little fierce when he looked at people like this.

It looks like a little unanswering.

There is something of malice in this man.

Qinghui was a little bored and didn't want to deal with it.

This is the Emperor of the Temple of Prayer.

Seeing that Qinghui ignored him, the palace emperor was not surprised, but he hooked his lips gently and glanced at Lu Si, who was sitting next to Qinghui.

"I've heard the nun say that you are a child personally selected by Qinghui, right?"

It's not that I haven't seen the emperor before, but most of the time, everyone is there, listening to the teachings together, so the emperor doesn't pay too much attention to anyone.

When he looked at it at this moment, Lu Si instinctively felt a kind of discomfort.

There is no feeling of being convinced by the emperor at all.

Lu Si's lips pursed slightly, and finally he didn't speak, just lowered his head.

The palace emperor didn't care too much about this delicate-looking child, and looked at Qinghui again, but the main purpose of his coming here this time was to visit Qinghui, but in fact it was not the case, he expected to find someone who could replace the existence of Qinghui Holy Maiden, and he was obedient and sensible enough not to do anything he had planned.

It's just a pity that he still didn't see a child who met the standards at this celebration.

Now the main purpose is to add people to the prayer hall, and to use these people with some ability to pull the prestige of the people even more to their side.

Qinghui didn't bother to think about what he was thinking.

I didn't bother to talk to him.

And just when Qinghui decided whether to do it, he was already so polite after a few words, he faintly shifted his gaze, obviously thinking that Qinghui was only eleven or twelve years old, and he couldn't win people's hearts at all, and he didn't know how to communicate with people, and he wouldn't make any waves.

Without saying a word, he went out with a group of people.

The nun teacher obviously accepted the new ideas of the palace emperor well, and after the palace emperor came, she didn't care about Qinghui at all, and a group of people went out directly.

Lu Si was sitting at the window, his light brown eyes looking out.

All the children outside stood in a row.

All of them looked very excited and enthusiastic.

If they had expectations for Qinghui before, then now facing the Pope, that expectation is multiplied and multiplied, obviously knowing that if they follow Qinghui's side, at most their daily life will be better.

And if you enter the prayer hall, your status will increase in a straight line, and you don't have to look at other people's faces anymore.

Lu Si's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the scene below, and his fingertips tapped twice on the table.

Looking at Qinghui again.

In his opinion, this is already a provocation, and during this period of time, Qinghui's temper can be said to be quite bad in terms of his understanding of Qinghui.

He was a little worried just now that Qing Hui would get up directly and rush up to fight with the emperor.

But not really.

Is it because her temper has gotten better?

"Aren't you angry?"

Thinking so, Lu Si turned his head, his voice was a little immature, and he looked at Qinghui softly.

Qinghui, who was quietly stuffing the last piece of sweet cake into his mouth, was stunned, and looked at him sideways, with a blank face.

Angry?

Angry at what?

And what is there that is worthy of the anger of Lord Spirit Sword?