After a brief sigh, Sikong Haoxuan closed his eyes and practiced again. The maids had already understood Sikong Haoxuan's habits. When Sikong Haoxuan closed his eyes, he quietly removed the seventeen breakfasts on the table. Twenty minutes later, Sikong Haoxuan opened his eyes on time and enjoyed the refreshing juice served by the maid.

Song Ziyan looked at Sikong Haoxuan leaning against the soft seat, pursed her lips and shook her head, "Xuan'er, don't you know the importance of learning yet? Look at you, what it looks like when you sleep with your eyes closed all day long."

After hearing what his mother said, Sikong Haoxuan almost sprayed out the juice that was leaving his mouth. It turned out that he was practicing hard, and just sleeping in his mother's eyes? "My dear mother, you are also a great master who has entered the realm of Xiaoyue. Can't you tell that I am practicing? Well, it's the same principle as you meditating all day long." Sikong Haoxuan said with a bitter face.

He was so tired of being up, and he twisted Sikong Haoxuan's ear, "You little guy knows what cultivation is? Why is there the same principle as meditation with me? Have you ever seen my mother meditate all day long except for eating? Your grandfather has told me a long time ago that you don't learn from his 'proud fighting spirit'. I can't control you, see how your father deals with you when he comes back."

Song Ziyan sat next to Sikong Haoxuan, waved her hand and asked the maid to remove the empty gold-inlaid crystal cup, and said seriously to her baby son: "Xuan'er, you don't want to fight with your grandfather, nor do you want to learn magic with your mother. What should I do in the future? You must know that all the direct children of the Sikong family will join the army until they are eighteen years old. This is the clan rule, and no one can protect you at that time."

Looking at his mother's sad face, Sikong Haoxuan whispered: "Mom, don't worry. I will never let you down in the future. I am a genius..."

Song Ziyan was amused by Sikong Haoxuan who was blowing magic snails, "You little guy, a genius? Why didn't your mother find out that you are a genius? If you want to talk about genius, look at your second brother, you can recite the general history of the mainland at the age of sixteen. Your elder brother's "Admiral Fighting Qi" has reached the fourth level. Their outstanding achievements are not considered genius in the history of the Sikong family, let alone you little guy."

Sikong Haoxuan rolled his eyes and muttered: "Who wants to compare with a pervert who can only be memorized..." Sikong Haoxuan always scolded him for his second brother in his heart because he was extremely jealous of his second brother's extraordinary memory and comprehension ability.

"Okay, I've talked about you a lot in the past two years. You always do your own thing. Now you're over the best age to practice fighting spirit and magic. It depends on what you do in the future. But with your elder brother and second brother taking care of you in the future, there's nothing to worry about." Sikong Hao Xuanbai blew his feelings for a long time, and Song Ziyan didn't take it to heart at all.

"Remember, your grandfather asked me to come and tell you. He will take you to see the lights in the evening. Today is the annual Lantern Festival of the Empire." Song Ziyan reminded Sikong Haoxuan before going out.

Sikong Haoxuan rubbed his eyebrows, remembered his grandfather Sikong Buqun's old fox-like smile, and said to himself: "Landscape Festival? Once every year? Why didn't you see grandpa taking me with me so kindly in the past two years? What are the tricks?" Looking at his mother who was about to walk out of the door, Sikong Haoxuan suddenly had an unspeakable impulse in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Mom, if you are willing to meditate as much as I practice, you will definitely be able to enter the realm of a master."

Looking back at his son who seemed a little strange, the combination of tender childish voice and deep expression made Song Ziyan smile and thought for a moment: "Everyone's pursuit is different. I just want to take good care of our family."

"No matter in any world, my mother will always give silently for her home." Sikong Haoxuan felt ashamed of his self-righteousness.

After nightfall, the old man dragged Sikong Haoxuan, who was reluctant to leave the mansion, and told Sikong Haoxuan the origin of the Lantern Festival as he walked.

More than 400 years ago, when the Golden Empire was founded, it experienced a huge rebellion. At that time, the eight lords of the Empire rebelled at the same time. The founding emperor, known as the Golden Lion Fels, led 100,000 cavalry to miraculously pass through the Death Desert. He received help from a migratory Eastern tribe in the depths of the desert and successfully raided from the rear of the rebellious coalition forces and wiped out the main force of the rebels.

Tens of thousands of iron cavalry almost died in the desert and war, and only more than 10,000 soldiers from the Eastern tribe remained. The remaining tribe members of the Eastern tribe moved to the empire at the invitation of Fels, and the Sikong family was one of them.

The Lantern Festival is to commemorate the war against rebellion at the beginning of the founding of the country. On the night of the Lantern Festival, the imperial capital that is outlined by various colorful lanterns will illuminate the way home for the soldiers who died in distant places. The people of the imperial capital also call the Lantern Festival the Soul Conjuring Festival.

"Xuan'er, look at the colorful lanterns on this Golden Avenue were all made by our Sikong family. How beautiful is it?" Sikong Buqun showed off to his grandson with some pride, as if these lanterns were made by him personally.

Sikong Haoxuan was not interested in what Lantern Festival and was upset about delaying his cultivation. He heard Sikong Buqun say this, of course he would not give up the opportunity to attack him. He asked in surprise: "Grandpa, our family has made so many colorful lanterns, which one did you make?"

Obviously, Sikong Buqun, who was not in a state of old face, said seriously: "Xuan'er, I am the head of the Sikong family, and I am only responsible for command. Where can I have time to make colorful lanterns in person..."

"Duke, why are you interested in enjoying the lanterns in this downtown this year? Oh, brother, I almost forgot. The duke likes to put down his value and enjoy the people with the people. I can't do it. This Bunuoye family compound has made some unique and exquisite lanterns and invites brothers to attend the dance. Why didn't Duke Sodre post you?" A long distance away, an old man wearing a gorgeous aristocratic dress shouted and sarcastically.

"The only five people who dared to talk to Sikong Buqun like this. The old man who came over was obviously not the emperor. Among the four major families, the Yilu family had a good relationship with Yu Sikong family, and the old man coming opposite was obviously the head of the Os family, Rubel, the old guy." Sikong Haoxuan thought so.

Sikong Buqun looked at the approaching old man and frowned and said, "Then I wish you a happy Duke Rubel tonight. I heard that old guys from Soderey have gotten a group of top-quality maiden roosters from somewhere. Duke, you will not be stimulated if you are powerless."

The nobles of the entire imperial capital knew that Rubel once intended to be the female disciple of the grandmaster Nanque, who was chased by Nanque to the imperial capital and destroyed his male function.

"Hmph..." Rubel, who was in vainly exposed to the scar, snorted angrily and passed by Sikong Buqun. As the heir of the ancient great witch's bloodline, Sikong Haoxuan vaguely felt several powerful forces hidden in the darkness surrounding Rubel.

"It seems that as the four major families of the imperial capital, each family is not that simple. At least there is a master-level master hidden beside the head of the Os family, Rubel." Sikong Haoxuan was secretly alert in his heart.

"Xuan'er, grandpa is in a bad mood suddenly. Go to your Grandma Su where to find some good wine, go home by yourself." Without waiting for Sikong Haoxuan to speak, Sikong Buqun hurried away.

Sikong Haoxuan looked at his grandfather who was using even the fighting spirit and quickly left, shook his head and said to himself: "You really think of me as a child? You are in a bad mood? You are looking for a drink? It seems that the road back is not peaceful."

After grandpa left, Sikong Haoxuan, who had not had the mood of looking at the lamp, just wanted to go back to the mansion to practice soon. When he turned into the street that directly leads to Sikong's mansion, Sikong Haoxuan couldn't help but be stunned, looking at the empty street and cursing: "This is too exaggerated. At this time, can he actually clear a main street?"

There is a main road built by the royal family in front of the residences of the four major families, which shows the importance the imperial family attaches to the four major families. These four main roads are not allowed to step on them. However, in this important imperial festival, clearing the nobles on the entire main road is not a matter of forcing them to be committed. This shows how powerful the Sikong family is in the imperial capital.
Chapter completed!