The Psychic Girl

The snowflakes on the winter night are flying everywhere, swirling in the cold wind.

Xia Xi walked in the corridors that crisscrossed the courtyards. The twelve bells on the bracelet that had never rung before suddenly made a series of ethereal sounds.

She suddenly stopped, and a premonition made her look to the empty garden on her right.

Under the night sky, in the vast whiteness, you can vaguely see a blurry figure walking in the garden.

The figure had a hunched back and was wandering aimlessly in the snow.

I don’t know if it’s because of the weather, but there was no one at the place where there should have been guards.

Cold, lonely...

Xia Xi subconsciously clenched the food box in her hand.

For some reason, although she was afraid, the strong power coming from the bracelet still drove her to slowly approach the figure.

Squinting my eyes and looking carefully, the figure gradually became clear.

The figure slowly turned around, and his face instantly appeared in front of Xia Xi.

She realized that this face was familiar to her and she had seen it somewhere before.

I lowered my head and recalled carefully, this is...

"His Majesty?!"

Afraid that she would shout out loud, Xia Xi covered her mouth in surprise.

Isn’t the person in front of me the ruler of Dongli—Dong Yejing!

After just a few days of not seeing him, he looked as if he had fallen seriously ill. He was dazed and confused, wearing only a brown brocade robe that looked luxurious but very thin. His face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

"Your Majesty?! Why...are you here? Don't stand here in the snow! You'll catch a cold and get sick!"

Xia Xi strode up to him, wanting to pull him to her side of the corridor where they could avoid the wind and snow.

However, she stretched out her hand and was unable to grasp anything except the ethereal air. She watched as her right hand passed directly through his body.

Xia Xi was completely stunned and felt a chill in her heart.

He's dead?! ...

She looked up in disbelief, and the frail and helpless old man she saw turned out to be just a wandering spirit.

Only now did she realize what she had always overlooked: the translucent texture of the spirit in the dim vision.

"You, can you see me?!"

The old king Dong Yejing looked up and down at Xia Xi in front of him and saw that she was staring at him in a daze.

"I remember you. You were the little girl at my birthday party!"

Can you really see me? I spoke to everyone around me, but they acted as if I didn't exist, seeing and hearing nothing. I wanted to stop them, but I couldn't hold anything... What happened to me? "

"Don't be afraid when I tell you that, Your Majesty, you are already dead..."

"I'm dead?... I remember that I was sick for a few days. I drank a bowl of medicine at noon and went to bed... So I'm really dead!"

He seemed to have thought of something, and he threw his head back and laughed out loud, but his laughter was full of sadness.

"Girl, aren't you afraid of me?"

Xia Xi shook her head. She didn't know if it was because she had died once or because of Sai Ya, but she didn't seem to have any fear of spirits. Instead, she felt a little bit of familiarity.

"Where is this? I seem to be lost."

Looking around, he looked confused.

"It's Yanjiabao. Are you here because you have some unfulfilled wish?"

After hearing what Xia Xi said, the old king suddenly remembered something very important.

A reason why he appeared here...

"I remember now! I don't have time anymore. There is a force calling me to leave the living world. Little girl, can you help me?"

Seeing the anxiety and earnestness in Dong Yejing's eyes, Xia Xi nodded without hesitation.

……

Kneeling in front of the hall of the Yanjiabao ancestral hall, Yan Tianming was closing his eyes to rest.

Although it has been like this for a few days, his body has not shaken at all.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind passing by and stopping in front of him.

The steps were light and there was no attempt to conceal them, but one could sense that there was no malice or murderous intent in them.

Thinking that the servants in the castle would leave soon, he continued to keep his eyes closed and did not move.

However, after a while, he smelled a strong aroma of food, which made Yan Tianming open his eyes.

What caught his eye was Xia Xi.

She was squatting in front of herself with a bowl of hot vegetable and chicken noodle soup, with a golden boiled egg lying on the noodles.

"you?……"

"Don't talk too much. You must be hungry. Come eat! I don't cook often..."

Looking at Xia Xi who was in front of him and smiling at him, for some reason, Yan Tianming, who should have refused, took the bowl of noodles instead.

The warm fragrance that came to his face drifted and lingered around him in the cold snowy night.

Yan Tianming picked up the noodles and took two bites.

"Is it tasty?"

Xia Xi looked at him attentively.

He nodded silently. This was the first time he ate food cooked by Xia Xi. Unexpectedly, his usually picky taste buds would adapt to it and like it very much.

"That's good... My noodles are not eaten for free..."

Yan Tianming suddenly looked up at her, and she had a triumphant smile on her face.

"I'm nervous. I'm also entrusted by someone. I need your help with something..."

……

As he watched Xia Xi's figure walk out of the gate of the ancestral hall and get farther and farther away until she disappeared, Yan Tianming did not call her after all.

Outside the ancestral hall, the snow was falling heavier and heavier, as if freezing all the sounds of the night.

"I'm back! You must have been waiting anxiously!"

"What have you been doing, stupid woman? I'm starving!"

When Xia Xi appeared, Qing Liu jumped from the roof to her and snatched the food box from her hand.

He took out two porcelain bowls, handed one to Zi Ni first, then picked up the other bowl and slurped the noodles in big mouthfuls.

"Ma'am, aren't you hungry?"

"Huh? I... am not hungry!"

Rubbing her stomach, she said guiltily that she had originally made three bowls, and one bowl was already in Yan Tianming's stomach...

Looking at the look in Xia Xi's eyes as she looked into the Qingliu bowl, Yan Tianming chuckled.

"Then I'm not hungry either. If Madam doesn't want to eat, then I won't eat either."

Hearing his words, Xia Xi was stunned, then pursed her lips and smiled.

"I really can't do anything about you... Uh, let's eat together!"

Ignoring Qing Liu's gaze, the two of them fed each other bite by bite.

With one hand on his chin, Xia Xi looked at the person in front of him. Even Xia Xi herself didn't realize that there was something different in the look she gave Yan Zini.

The feeling of receiving a response after giving is more precious than anything else.

The two of them picked up the eggs from the bowl and fed them to each other at the same time. She suddenly laughed out loud because of this tacit understanding.

"Half for each, friendship never ends!"

As she spoke, she picked up half of the boiled egg and put it into his mouth, and she took the half that Yan Zini fed her.