Qing Mo flew in, dressed in a long robe resembling an ink-wash painting, with a palace eunuch whose face had gone pale with fright dangling from one hand!
The civil and military officials present hurriedly rose to their feet, clasped their hands, and bowed to him!
"Greetings, Imperial Preceptor!"
"Good, good, good!"
Watching the civil and military officials pay their respects, Qing Mo smiled faintly and lightly raised a hand!
"Th-the-the Imperial Preceptor has arrived!"
Only after the officials had finished their greetings did the eunuch still dangling from Qing Mo's hand finally come back to his senses and cry out at the top of his lungs!
At this sight, the officials present immediately burst into laughter!
Even Li Shimin, seated upon the dragon throne, could not help shaking his head helplessly when he saw this!
"Enough! A few of you, take this lad back to rest!"
"I merely flew him over here through the sky. Look how badly that frightened him!"
After Qing Mo spoke to the other eunuchs, several of them hurried over, supporting the eunuch whose legs were still weak as they led him out of the Hall of the Supreme Ultimate!
"Your Majesty!"
"Imperial Preceptor!"
As Qing Mo slowly approached, Li Shimin smiled and waved his hand. A palace guard promptly carried over a chair and placed it directly below Li Shimin's right hand!
Qing Mo did not hesitate in the slightest either. Upon reaching the chair, he turned around and plopped down onto it!
His right arm rested on the armrest, propping up his head, while he crossed one leg over the other!
His entire bearing was incomparably casual, even carrying a hint of languidness!
Yet none of the officials present thought there was anything improper about it!
Even Wei Zheng, the Tang Dynasty's foremost