A young man in a light blue silk robe sat on a pear wood grandmaster's chair. He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a youthful and handsome face. His figure was slender like a willow tree, his right hand propped under his jaw, his eyes slightly lost as he gazed at the rising blue smoke from the incense burner in front of him.,Please note that I only translated the text content within the tags and left the HTML tags as they were.,Lu Yijian suddenly remembered that when he was looking for Zhao Jun's offerings, he had indeed found a small iron box the size of a palm. He winked at Yan Shu.。