Fengxing Pagoda can only be entered and exited by those who have the emperor's veins.

And the key is in the hands of King Ouhuang.

Xia Jinmian has always been curious about the astrolabe, but has never been able to find a chance to get close to the astrolabe.

But she didn't want tonight, she followed Wu Ji to the tower, and Wu Ji took out the key of Fengxing Tower.

"This key...?" Xia Jinmian was surprised.

"It was stolen." Wu Ji seemed to be talking about a very common thing.

As for where to steal it, it goes without saying.

Only Ouhuang has the key.

Xia Jinmian was shocked, this key was worn by his father, how could Wu Ji steal it?

Even if she had the title of ghostly thief, it would be difficult to get her.

Thinking of something, Xia Jinmian tentatively asked: "Mom, can you steal another little thing for me?"

"What gadget?" Wu Ji looked at her.

Xia Jinmian smiled, "Kill Pixiu."

This thing is a deal between Ye Mohan and the ghostly thief.

However, since Simba carried it close to his body and was far away in Xinyang, it was extremely difficult for her to obtain it.

Although Ye Mohan did not urge the ghostly thief after the first steal failed, but he also lost some of the reputation of the ghostly thief.

Wu Ji glanced at Xia Jinmian meaningfully, "That's not a gadget."

Xia Jinmian hugged Wu Ji's arm and said, "But to mother, it's just a little thing."

Wu Ji pondered for a while, and said, "I can steal it for you, but you have to promise me one request."

"any request?"

"Within a year, I will hold my little grandson."

"..." Xia Jinmian looked at her in astonishment, "Mother, are you serious?"

"Well, seriously, although I am not very old, I also look forward to the warm picture of my children and grandchildren around my knees."

The corner of Xia Jinmian's mouth twitched, a hundred years old and still young? ?

"Okay, I promise mother."

Wu Ji smiled with satisfaction.

Afterwards, Wu Ji opened the Fengxing Pagoda, and the two walked in.

The body of the tower is very thin, and inside is a very compact spiral staircase.

Wu Ji asked Xia Jinmian to go ahead, and she followed closely behind.

Xia Jinmian looked around while walking up.

The inner wall of the tower is full of murals, all of them are people in fine clothes, putting their hands on a beam of light.

The light covered the astrolabe, and Xia Jinmian couldn't see what was on that side.

It wasn't until reaching the top of the tower that Xia Jinmian showed a surprised expression.

Xia Kingdom has a thousand-year history, and this astrolabe existed thousands of years ago.

The astrolabe is not big, like a white jade plate glowing with white light, suspended in two curved black stone tools.

Wu Ji came up and saw it, her eyes narrowed.

"There is really a change."

Xia Jinmian was puzzled: "What?"

Wu Ji then explained: "This astrolabe has the divine power of the ancient clan. When ordinary people approach it, it will not move, nor will it emit light. But as long as a person with imperial veins approaches, the astrolabe will hang in the air and emit light. The purer the emperor's vein, the more dazzling the light from the astrolabe, so ordinary people cannot pretend to be the emperor's vein."

Xia Jinmian looked at the astrolabe floating in the sky and glowing with white light, slightly distracted.

Wu Ji said again: "Put your hands up."

Xia Jinmian didn't move, her face tensed slightly.

Wu Ji said: "Girl, you are the emperor's blood, not my own. I know very well that I need you to be my heir and my little monkey boy, so I won't blame you for lying to me."

Xia Jinmian turned her head to look at Wu Ji, her eyes were surprised and complicated.

Wu Ji said again: "Girl, put your hand on it and let me see if you are the future king of Xia Kingdom selected by the astrolabe."

Xia Jinmian nodded, approached the astrolabe, and slowly raised her hand.