I can only say that this Lord Wei does care about something.

Feng Xiaoqi combed her sister's long hair hanging like silk, and said reluctantly, "When my sister gets married, I have nowhere to hide from my mother if I want to supervise me to do my homework in the future."

"Xiao Qi is already very outstanding."

Feng Xiaoqi immediately shook his head, "My excellence is fake, it only exists in books. Last time, the fifth brother and his wife brought people to the Taixue to check evil spirits, and they instantly smelled the evil spirit. Everyone didn't know what happened and rushed over... I don't have this talent."

"Our talent is not here." Feng Yan raised her sleeve and held the hand that her sister put on her shoulder, "Xiao Qi doesn't need to envy others."

"It's my sister's talent that is not here, right?" Feng Xiaoqi smiled. "My sister's talent is nothing. I've heard from my aunt that ghosts and monsters with a radius of hundreds of miles, no matter the depth of Taoism or magical tools, monsters that even the heavenly masters cannot see will also be revealed in front of my sister.

"For hundreds of years, only sister-in-law-they all said that you have a pair of heavenly eyes, so no place to hide any demonic energy."

"No sky eyes," Feng Yan turned his head slightly, looked at Feng Xiaoqi's eyes in the mirror, and said in a gentle voice, "I can't see the demonic aura that ordinary people can't see."

Feng Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment, "That's...?"

"The celestial masters in the inner court are very good at capturing clues about resentful spirits and evil spirits, because they are good at distinguishing the 'demon energy' - essentially the demonic essence of the monster is overflowing the breath of spiritual consciousness."

Feng Yan slowly stood up and walked to the window with Feng Xiaoqi.

"Some evil creatures have slowly found ways to cover up these auras. Although this is probably not hidden from the eyes of the celestial masters, it is more than enough to deceive ordinary people. However, whether it is ghosts or fairies, all non-human wild animals, their joys, angers, loves, and hates, are naturally rough, like children... and it seems that they are different from humans after all."

Feng Xiaoqi was stunned, "Can sister detect the love and hate of others?"

Feng Yan nodded.

"Can sister know what I'm thinking?"

Feng Yan smiled and said, "No one can know what the other person is thinking in his heart... I can only detect some tendencies of thoughts."

Feng Xiaoqi blinked his eyes and looked down at his hand thoughtfully.

She clenched her five fingers into her fist, then let go, and then sighed again and again, "Do I have such skills? If...I work hard enough?"

Feng Yan reached out and touched Feng Xiaoqi's head, "Xiaoqi has worked very hard."

"It's not enough." Feng Xiaoqi's eyes were a little sad. She sighed and lay on the window ridge. "Sister, I'm so afraid that I will continue like this. By the day of my 24th birthday, I didn't have time to do anything, and I died..."

Feng Xiaoqi said and turned to look at Feng Yan - her sister was still smiling gently as before.

"Where is sister, have you ever been afraid?"

Feng Yan looked at the candlelight jumping in the room without any comment, and the candlelight flashed in her eyes.

Feng Xiaoqi sighed lightly - Feng Yan often suddenly became distracted like this, and suddenly fell into reverie for a few words, and then everything around her had nothing to do with her.

However, this time Feng Yan was not distracted for a long time. Her eyes returned to Feng Xiaoqi in a short while and asked in a constant tone, "...Is there anything that Xiaoqi has to do when he comes to this world?"

Feng Xiaoqi was stunned by this question for a while. She frowned and thought for a while, "Some are there, but they haven't found it yet."

"Since it's not found, how do you know there is one?"

"Well... I just believe there is." Feng Xiaoqi shrugged gently, "I think everyone has their own mission to bear when they are born, but they just have to look for it. Some people are lucky and found it very early, but some people are more difficult and they can't even find it for the rest of their lives..."

Feng Xiaoqi paused and then sighed for a long time, "...then, my whole life was wasted."

Feng Yan pondered for a moment with a smile, and suddenly said softly, "It may not be a bad thing to waste it like this."

Feng Xiaoqi turned his head with his side face, "Have you found what she should do?"

Feng Yan did not answer immediately. She looked at the old locust tree in the yard that was immersed in the blue sky, and suddenly pointed at the scattered lantern fire outside the yard, "Is that my father and mother here?"

Feng Xiaoqi stood on tiptoe and looked around, "Ah! Yes... I have to go down to welcome them!"

"Slow down..."

"fine!"

With a few continuous dong dong dong dong dong, Feng Xiaoqi's footsteps left.

Feng Yan looked at her sister with a gentle expression and ran quickly through the quiet courtyard. Xiaoqi's youthful vitality made her look like a cluster of small flames at night.

Feng Yan turned around and his eyes became cold for two or three minutes - the young man in green who had previously sneaked into the house with the wind was sitting on a chair in the corner with a comfortable expression. When he saw Feng Yan turn around, he immediately jumped up and stood up straight.

"I was wrong with Sister Yan!" The young man's big thumb was buckled in his palm, and three fingers in the middle pointed straight at the sky, "I will never tease Xiaoqi again, really!"

Feng Yan glanced at the boy, "...you're better."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, "Sister Yan is too keen. I'm so careful, can you still find out?"

"You are here today, is Your Majesty giving me a new order?" Feng Yan asked.

"No, Your Majesty is in a state of anxiety at this moment. He said that I was swaying in front of her and made her feel upset, so he asked me to come back and standby."

As the boy said, he sat back on the previous chair. He kept playing with a small wooden carving in his hand - Feng Yan liked carving, and the bookshelf nearby were filled with these gadgets, some were painted, some were not.

The boy obviously couldn't put down these wood carvings.

Feng Yan combs her hair in the mirror, "What are your majesty upset today?"

"It's not the case that Luodu Wuying was the previous incident. Today is the summer solstice. Everyone is waiting for the afternoon to go to Sitiantai to witness..."

The boy suddenly remembered something, "By the way, when I left, I saw Sister Yan's future husband, Lord Wei Xingzhen, also in the hall. It seems that he will not be able to come back until noon today."

"Yeah."

Feng Yan looked at the sky outside.

It's almost dawn.

...

As dawn approaches, outside the Taichu Palace, two elderly ministers led a group of young officials in their prime to kneel down on the only way to the Taichu Palace to the Xuanmen, falling like a dark snowfall in the palace road.

In front of them, a grand and long team is slowly approaching this area.

The empress Sun Youwei, who is close to her seventies, is sitting on the imperial chariot in red.

The sun gradually rose, and in the dim morning light, on the old man's frosty and snow-like silver hair, layered gold ornaments were like golden silhouettes, reflecting the brilliant sunlight.

The empress always closed her eyes. Behind her, the palace people carefully held the hem of nine feet long. Everyone walked down their heads, and only the slight sound of broken steps echoed between the palace walls.

"Your Majesty," the female official on the side pointed out that the team was moving slowed down with her eyes, and leaned towards the emperor's side, "It's right in front."

The old man on the imperial chariot slowly opened his eyes, and his dark pupils reflected the ministers not far away. With a wave of her sleeves, the team stopped.

After the sedan chair fell, the followers knelt all over the ground like a tide.

The female official on the side was about to reach out to help the empress get off the chariot when the old man's hoarse voice came, "Let Xingzhen come."

The female official retreated, and soon, a young man in a black sacrificial robe walked silently to the empress's imperial chariot, bowed and knelt down.

Sun Youwei stretched out her arm, "You follow me and go and meet those old men."

Wei Xingzhen raised his eyes slightly and looked at the hazy courtier in front of him.
Chapter completed!