The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

The window of the study was half open, and the long branches of the trees outside the house had quietly crept in through the window at some point.

The little girl's clear, watery eyes seemed to be filled with endless doubts. She was afraid of fainting, but also wanted to know. She looked indescribably pitiful.

Cen Yuan met the inquiring eyes with surprise. Did the little girl remember what happened in Yanghua Palace? He had always thought that she didn't remember. After testing her before, she almost forgot everything related to him, and even forgot everyone related to him.

"Where was I at that time?" he couldn't help but ask.

She was unsure, "You, are also under the bed? So, you... are my antidote?"

His palms suddenly felt hot.

The roots of the ears are also red.

That night of lingering...

He wanted to tell her everything, but her eyes were unfocused.

He took the first step to catch her shaky body, closed his eyes tightly, and whispered, "Little ancestor, if I want to recall my past life with you again, I will be a dog!"

As if in response to him, Ye Baoer outside barked twice.

Hong Que's voice came from the outer room, "Hey, Ye Bao'er, be good and don't grab it. The bones are yours, the meat is yours, what's yours is yours, all of it is yours... Our Ye Bao is really good..."

Cen Yuan and Shi Anxia looked at each other.

His strong arms held her tightly.

She was already sweating profusely, lying in his arms, but she smiled, "Dog!"

"What's wrong?" He gritted his teeth and ignored her playful joke.

"It's okay, it just stung suddenly." She struggled to stand up, "But now I can control it very well, and I know how to avoid that kind of pain. So why don't you try to tell me..."

A sharp pain came again, and her ears buzzed. But she still kept her eyes open, not letting him see anything unusual.

Cen Yuan was silent for a moment, then he carried her back to the room and put her on the bed. "Okay, stop thinking about it. I have a gift for you about the red magpie tomorrow."

He was really afraid that she would think hard about those things that were deliberately kept from her, which was like the danger of a prisoner escaping from prison.

Sure enough, the distracted little girl's eyes became much clearer. "What gift? About the red magpie?"

Cen Yuan ignored her question and called Bei Hui and Hong Que to come in and help her wash and groom. "Be careful, she just had a headache."

Bei Hui frowned. Why is she having a headache again?

Shi Anxia struggled to sit up, "Just for a second, it doesn't hurt now."

She looked at Hong Que and finally didn't ask about the gift anymore.

An Xia soon realized that it was a really big gift.

In the first few days, envoys from various countries visited various exhibitions in the north wing and feasted their eyes.

Today is Mo Ci's home court, so Shi Anxia naturally gets it.

The exhibition venue was set up in the Golden Palace, which surprised the envoys.

Emperor Mingde sat on the dragon throne and said with a smile, "I invited envoys from various countries to come here because it is better for you to come at the right time than to come early. You just happened to catch the ceremony of sealing the Beiyi national porcelain."

National porcelain?

Not to mention that the envoys from other countries did not understand, even the ministers of the country, except for those officials in the Ministry of Rites who were responsible for the arrangements and the officials in the Secretariat who drafted the imperial edicts, were equally confused.

There were many unfamiliar faces in the hall, especially the old man in the lead. He looked like a commoner, but he exuded an artisan demeanor that could not be ignored.

The official from the Ministry of Rites waved his hand, and twelve beautiful women in white gauze skirts with red flowers each carried a tray into the hall.

As the flowers sway, lotus flowers bloom at every step, which is magnificent and beautiful.

Be happy.

The women were dancing in the hall, holding trays to the sound of silk music. Their flexible waists and hips, their fragrant long hair, and the red flowers on the white background were spinning in circles, just like fish swimming in the water.

No one remembered what Chinese porcelain was, and everyone's eyes followed the women's graceful dance until the women came closer and displayed the porcelain on the tray one by one.

Everyone then realized that the exquisite porcelain on the tray, including large and small bowls, plates, and cups, were all white with red fish on them.

The woman was holding the porcelain and spinning in front of their eyes, as if the fish had turned into vivid young girls dancing gracefully.

The atmosphere was extremely lively.

Those in various countries who were familiar with porcelain would reach out to play with the porcelain bowls.

The woman smiled sweetly and without hesitation presented the bowl for everyone to see.

Wu Xianwen, the envoy of Liang State, was famous for his love of porcelain. He was reluctant to put it down once he got it in his hands. He loved it so much that he said, "Good stuff, great!"

At this time, the tune changed to another cheerful and soothing song.

Then a group of women in red came, each holding an exquisite pot in their hands, and they danced up.

The leading woman bowed to Wu Xianwen and smiled softly, "Ambassador, please have a look."

She raised the pot in her hand and poured water into the bowl in Ambassador Wu's hand. In an instant, the bright red fish painted with alum red on the wall of the bowl came to life, swimming around in the bowl, looking lifelike.

Wu Xianwen laughed out loud. If he hadn't been holding the bowl in his hands, he would have clapped his hands. "Excellent! Excellent! Excellent! Very excellent!"

Those who didn't see it became anxious and started asking questions.

The women then showed themselves to everyone one by one.

After one round of fish, another round of flowers was shown on the wall of the bowl, blooming from buds into gorgeous flowers.

There was a lot of praise on the field.

Emperor Mingde's face was also full of joy. He was proud of their North Wing's craftsmanship and civilization.

He stretched out his hand to suppress the noise in the venue and let the officials from the Ministry of Rites speak.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites held a thick booklet and explained the craftsmanship and meaning of porcelain. Of course, the secret production methods involved could not be disclosed.

He introduced the simple old man in cloth clothes, "This is Mr. Mo Yueshen. These porcelains were all developed by Mr. Mo himself..."

The following is a lengthy praise, which praises Mr. Mo to the highest level.

One generation of craftsmanship, one generation of craftsmen.

Wu Xianwen loved talents and wanted to pack up Mr. Mo and take him back to Liang State. He went forward and bowed, "Mr. Mo has great craftsmanship! Great craftsmanship!"

Mo Yueshen could be modest in other matters, but when it came to porcelain, he was naturally proud and took the lead.

Even when he was poor and bullied, he never lowered his proud head.

He originally thought that he would never be able to make a name for himself in his life, and he even thought that as long as he could make the product, he would be fine if he signed the name of the young lady from the Marquis' Mansion.

Who would have thought that the little girl was really just as my daughter said, a very, very good person.

Emperor Mingde said solemnly, "This porcelain is named after Mr. Mo's surname, and is called 'Mo porcelain'. From now on, it will also be the national porcelain of our northern wing."

The imperial edict was announced in the Secretariat Hall. Mr. Mo knelt on the ground to receive it, shouting "Long live the emperor!"

At the same time, Mo Yueshen, as the founder of Mo porcelain, was revered as the "Father of Porcelain" and also served as the director of the Imperial Court's Ceramics Supervision Bureau.

In the palace, various countries signed a large number of porcelain orders with Beiyi. They not only ordered national porcelain, but also promoted the development of the entire porcelain industry.

Director Mo was very proud and majestic.