Bai Weiwei saw that Prince Gu Chun jogging to the carriage. The attendant who was driving might be talking about something, but when he saw that Gu Chun raised his foot and kicked at the attendant with dissatisfaction. The attendant was probably familiar with him, so he shook his body and hid away. It can be seen that this was also a hidden martial arts master.

However, as a prince, he is so beautiful and arrogant, how could he have no personal protection around him?

Hearing Mo Ling ask her, Bai Weiwei came to her senses, turned her head and smiled, touching the faint itchy wound on her head: "No, I didn't look at anything, I just saw a carriage that didn't undergo any inspection like the ministers and entered the palace gate. I thought that only the entire Mo Yu Kingdom was the only one who could not check!"

As they said that, their carriage had passed the officials who were still queuing up and entered the palace gate.

"Oh, what you are talking about is a big red mountain pattern carriage?" Mo Ling said with a smile.

"Well," Bai nodded slightly. The man in red masked eyes was still a little throbbing when she remembered: "I wonder which minister in the court?"

Mo Ling waved his hand: "He is not a minister in the court, he is the national teacher Youli Taoist."

"National Master?" Bai Weiwei didn't expect that the charming man in red clothes and blue eyes was actually a national master.

Shouldn’t the national master be a middle-aged man with a long beard, long hair, a Taoist hexagram robe, and a bunch of whisks in his hand? That man didn’t look like the national master on TV at all, but like a famous servant in a small house.

Mo Ling glanced at her and said guiltily: "It is normal for you to lose your memory. You don't remember the national teacher who often goes into seclusion. The national teacher has become older in recent years, and has begun to ignore the world and only stay in seclusion and study magic."

"Are you old?" Bai Weiwei repeated. Why did she feel that the person was only in his twenties at most?

"The national teacher must be eighty-eight this year!" Mo Ling said with a cup of tea in front of him.

"Eighty-eight!" Bai Weiwei felt that it was too incredible. How could a person in his 80s take care of him so well? But she remembered how slender, white and tender the hand that opened the curtain was. How could it be the hand of a person in his 80s?

"Does it feel strange?" Mo Ling sipped the tea and held the cup and looked at the tea rippling inside: "This is the ability of the national teacher. He has the ability to keep his face and is well-versed in the world. The kings of all generations have relied on him to stabilize the country."

"So magical..." Bai Weiwei thought for a while and asked again: "Why is his eyes different from ours?"

"Did you see his blue eyes?" Mo Ling tightened the teacup in his hand.

"Yes!" Bai Weiwei was shocked by his solemn expression: "You are so nervous. Is it because the national regulations that the national teacher's blue eyes are not allowed to be seen?"

"There is no such regulation," Mo Ling's eyes looked a little dull, and his cheerful tone became a little dull: "It's because there are only two people in this world who have blue eyes. One is the heirs of Mo Yu Kingdom for generations, and the other is the national teacher of all dynasties. If one is not blue eyes, he will not be able to inherit the position of national teacher."

"Oh..." Bai Weiwei glanced at Mo Ling and said casually: "Then the emperor must be another blue eye!"

The carriage slowly stopped.

Mo Ling smiled bitterly at her, but did not answer her, but just opened the curtain and said, "It's here, let's go down!"

"Oh, um!" Bai Weiwei bent down and stood up. Mo Ling had already jumped out of the car, reached out to the door, and signaled Bai Weiwei to help him down.
Chapter completed!