The long voices of the palace people echoed above the palace gate, and the middle door of the Xuanmen slowly opened.

People slowly walked through the deep palace gate tunnel, and when they passed through the dark end and saw the Xuanzheng Palace Square tonight, everyone held their breath.

In the past, the empty and majestic open space is now full of hugging trees, and the blooming peach blossoms move with the wind in the night breeze, and the falling flowers are colorful.

Not only the lanterns hanging on the branches, but all the branches and petals are also glowing with a soft faint light at this moment, like lights in the dark night, reflecting the silhouette of everyone.

Everyone looked up at the dreamlike canopy above them—a little bit of starry twinkle in the dark blue night sky in the gaps in the flowers.

A petal slowly fell from Feng Yan's diagonal top, she stretched out her hand, and the petals swirled slowly into her palm.

The moment it touched the palm of the hand, the plump and flawless petals slammed into a faint glow like fireflies.

Before Feng Yan could take a closer look, another gust of wind blew the petals away from her palm.

The peach blossoms, which had been held by the wind, shimmered again and flew towards the higher heavens.

"It's ......"

"Illusion." Wei Xingzhen said softly.

"Unexpectedly...... Can it get to this point? ”

"Yes."

Wei Xingzhen also raised her hand to catch a petal - unlike ordinary illusions, this petal has a clear edge, a real touch, and can even stand up to being held in your hand to look at it with your divine sense.

Feng Yan still felt a little incredulous.

The principle of illusion is to deceive people's five senses by vaporizing their forms - the more they want to maintain familiar illusions, the more energy they need to expend.

Of the five senses, the best deceptive senses are sight and hearing, and as long as they conjure up images and sounds, they can achieve their goals—most illusionists with ordinary qualifications can only improve on these two levels in their lifetime.

Illusionists with a little talent can touch the threshold of smell and taste - because smell is different from images and sounds, most people can easily recall a certain image, a certain sound, but it is difficult to recall a certain smell.

Conversely, while scent is difficult to actively recall, it can easily bring people into a memory.

This high threshold for creation and strong emotional connection makes it difficult for most illusionists to construct illusions about smell and taste—if they are left behind, they are quickly recognized.

And the hardest thing to deceive is the sense of touch.

Because the human sense of touch is too sensitive—temperature, hardness, lightness, and even the roughness and smoothness of the surface...... As with smell and taste, subtle differences in the sense of touch can lead to a wide range of sensations.

As a result, most of the illusions involve the sense of touch, and the illusionists will directly use a puppet of similar material, and then manipulate it behind the scenes to make it work with the whole illusion.

Feng Yan gently rubbed the pale pink petals, the petals wrinkled, and her fingertips became slightly moist and shady—she was sure that these were the petals of illusion, but ......

It's all too real.

A melodious bronze bell sounded in the distance, and everyone began to sit down in order, and Feng Yan suddenly heard a burst of laughter from behind him.

She couldn't help but look sideways, only to see a strange young man walking through the crowd.

The shape of the man's aura seemed a little loose and a little nonsense, but the color was indifferent and clear—he was so conspicuous in the midst of the turbid human breath.

The crowd that passed by him all looked at his back and let out a sneering chuckle.

Feng Yan was looking at this person with some curiosity, but the person suddenly looked over here.

He bowed slightly at Wei Xingzhen, and Wei Xingzhen also nodded slightly.

Feng Yan whispered, "This is ......?" ”

"Zhenguo Gong Diyang." Wei Xingzhen replied.

Feng Yan let out a light sigh of sudden realization.

Feng Yan had already heard of Di Yang's name. In addition to the absurdity of his horse and abandonment of the car, Di Yang also has a bunch of stories circulating in Chang'an and Luoyang, the most talked about of which is his life experience.

When he was just twenty-four years old, his father, Di Chengweng, had an epiphany, first dismissed a group of aunts and wives in his backyard, gave each of them a large sum of money, and then held a funeral for himself in Chang'an City.

He burned all his clothes and manuscripts of poetry and books over the years, buried the ashes, and then took refuge in Buddhism alone.

Di Yang's mother, Lin, cried day and night during that time, thinking that she must have failed to do something well, so that her husband suddenly had the idea of getting rid of the world.

After several months, Lin finally cried and injured his eyes, and only one of his eyes could barely see, and the other could not see anything.

The originally lively and charming family house was so cold that many aunts and wives left the Guogong Mansion to remarry after taking the money, and only a pair of sisters surnamed Wu stayed to help the Lin family with housework and raise children.

Di Yang, who was only ten years old, inherited his father's title and became the youngest prince in the history of the Great Zhou.

After that, the Lin family was extremely doting on Di Yang, neither asking him to work hard, nor hoping that he would glorify his ancestors, but only that Di Yang could grow up safely, marry a wife and have children, and be harmonious and obedient for the rest of his life.

However, God did not fulfill people's wishes, although Di Yang was extremely filial to his mother, he did not move on the matter of marrying a wife and having children, and none of the ladies in Lin's picture could enter his son's eyes - this really made Lin feel a headache.

Last year, Sun Youwei moved the capital and changed the Gyeonggi Heavy Land from Chang'an to Luoyang, and Di Yang quickly responded to the edict and settled in Luoyang, but the Lin family did not follow.

Di Yang wrote several times to ask when his mother would come to Luoyang, but Lin delayed the matter on the grounds of "old age".

The reason is very simple - Di Yang's biological father, the old prince Di Chengweng, is still a monk on Weilu Mountain in the south of Chang'an, Lin doesn't say it, but he has been looking forward to the day when his husband will turn back.

Thinking about it, Di Yang spent a year in Luoyang freely.

It wasn't until Di Yang turned her back to Feng Yan in the distance that she realized why those people were all looking at Di Yang's back and laughing—all the people standing here tonight were carrying all kinds of mats comparable to their back ornaments, and Di Yang was the only one carrying a half-arm-long bamboo rake.

The style of the bamboo rake is quite ordinary, and it is a tool that will be used when sprinkling and sweeping the yard of the farmhouse.

On top of the bamboo rake, Diyang also tied a square handkerchief made of exquisite materials.

It seems that there is really a mismatch.

"What he's carrying on his back...... Am I reading it wrong? ”

"Nope." Wei Xingzhen replied.

Feng Yan just looked at Di Yang's back like this, until he walked alone into the depths of the peach forest.

"Grandpa Guo......" Feng Yan was puzzled, "Won't you have to sit on that bamboo rake for a while?" ”

Wei Xingzhen smiled, "Ah Yan wait, when the time comes, you will know." ”