At that time he had not met Feng Si, his grandfather. We can only know from the stories circulated by the servants of the Tang Dynasty that the current emperor is a hero who helped his father destroy various countries in the war between the feudal princes and finally became emperor. Along the way, Yu Ting kept imagining the appearance of the imperial grandfather who was inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. He was either kind or approachable, or he was resolute and resolute. He had already been brought into the hall.
He has understood since he was a child that the Nine-Fifth Master cannot be looked directly at by civilians, even his own grandfather. As soon as Yu Ting entered the hall, he knelt on the ground with his head lowered. He didn't dare to look at the people in gorgeous blue clothes in front of the hall.
He heard light footsteps, belonging to two people. The last pair of boots stopped in front of him. At that moment, he could almost hear his own heartbeat. Just when he was about to say the phrase he had practiced so well in the past few days: "The grandson meets the imperial grandfather," a young and magnetic voice suddenly came into his ears.
"Ting'er, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, have you ever missed your grandfather?" The tone was like a greeting between young people, without any sense of vicissitudes caused by old age. Yu Ting was shocked by the young voice of the person in front of him when he was helped up by a pair of white hands in front of him. He was stunned when he looked at the imperial grandfather who smiled at him.
It was also that day that he understood why in the laws of the country of Lu, no matter whether civilians or officials were allowed to talk about the appearance of the current saint, any offenders would be executed.