As she spoke, Feng Qingyun paused slightly, her eyes fixed intently on a certain passage in the booklet, a hint of sincere admiration and respect gradually appearing in her eyes.
She gently shook her head, as if marveling at the existence of such a virtuous person in the world, and then slowly spoke, her voice filled with emotion and respect.
Luo Bao has helped impoverished and sick people on the verge of death, and assisted villages that have suffered natural disasters and been displaced.
He had the world in his heart, was compassionate, and treated all things in the world with love and pity. He was a rare and kind-hearted person.
No wonder he was able to reach such a profound and unfathomable realm and achieve such remarkable success in the path of Taoist cultivation.
It seems that all of this is what he deserves through his kindness, compassion, and devout practice day after day, year after year.
How could someone of such high moral character and great love be a swindler? Luo Bao, you can rest assured.
As Qin Qian landed in the imperial court, she heard Feng Qingyun's lavish praise of Master Xuwu, and a ripple suddenly stirred in her heart.
Her delicate, dark eyebrows, like willow leaves gently swaying in a breeze, unconsciously lifted slightly, and a faint blush rose on her smooth skin from this subtle movement.
A fleeting look of surprise, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, flashed across her normally calm and deep eyes. It was brief, yet it betrayed her inner astonishment.
Feng Qingyun has always had a keen eye and extremely high standards for judging people and things. Ordinary people are rarely able to catch her eye, let alone earn her praise.
However, today, she held this Taoist priest in the highest esteem, her words filled with approval and admiration.
This was truly like throwing a boulder into Qin Qianluo's calm lake of heart, stirring up ripples, and a strong curiosity, like vines, grew wildly and spread in her heart.
But at this moment, standing in this solemn and heavy-hearted court, surrounded by a multitude of officials, all eyes are drawn to him with scrutiny or curiosity.
Qin Qianluo knew very well that now was not the time to satisfy her personal curiosity.
She forcefully suppressed the turbulent thoughts in her heart, quickly regained her composure, and that calm and composed demeanor once again enveloped her.
Like a calm deep sea under the night sky, its surface is undisturbed, but it contains endless power.
She first nodded slightly, her movements gentle and steady, like a flower swaying gently in a spring breeze, perfectly displaying the proper etiquette and demeanor.
Immediately afterwards, she responded to the Emperor's words in a soft voice. Although her voice was not loud, it was clear and powerful like a great bell, and every syllable seemed to have been carefully crafted.
With an undeniable firmness, she displayed the dignity and composure of a prince.
Then, Qin Qianluo turned around gracefully, her posture resembling a butterfly in flight.
Elegant and natural, every movement exudes an innate nobility.
Her gaze was fixed steadily on Master Xuwu, her eyes filled with deep respect and earnest expectations.
She bowed slightly, her back straight as a pine tree, her posture dignified and proper, performing a standard and solemn bow.
This gesture was filled with her respect for Master Xuwu, while maintaining her status as a prince.
It also fully expresses respect for the Taoist priest, like a meticulously painted scroll, harmonious and perfect.
Then, she parted her lips slightly, her voice gentle and melodious, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, or a warbling oriole singing sweetly in spring.
A voice slowly echoed in the silent court: "I have long heard that the Daoist's art of observing people is profound and divine, capable of discerning the secrets of heaven."
It is truly regrettable that the King and the Right Chancellor were unable to participate in this matter of national destiny in a timely manner.
We earnestly request the Daoist Master's guidance to examine our destinies, dispel our doubts, and offer a glimmer of hope for the future of the Chengxiao Kingdom.
When Master Xuwu saw Qin Qianluo bow gracefully with a slightly bent posture, he was immediately filled with alarm.
Without thinking, he hurriedly raised his wide and slightly rough sleeves and swung them vigorously from side to side, as if trying to shake off this gesture that made him feel uneasy.
At this moment, his expression was filled with humility and trepidation.
His expression resembled that of a bewildered student facing his mentor, or a subject with the awe and reverence of an emperor; he dared not accept the greeting with composure.
Immediately afterwards, he leaned forward slightly, bent his knees slowly, and straightened his back while maintaining a respectful demeanor, returning the greeting with an extremely solemn and respectful attitude.
Every movement seemed meticulously crafted, from the angle of his body tilt to the placement of his hands, all of which revealed his inner respect.
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