Chapter 591 Deep in the Palace
"Husband, do you still want to go out in this situation?"
Under the big tree at the entrance of the courtyard, the woman's figure is intertwined with the shadow of the tree. Under the tendency of rising into the sky, the shadow is swaying in the dimness.
She could only hold on to the tree and dig her fingers tightly into the bark.
Wen Siyuan looked back at his wife, his eyes dark.
"I..." He flicked his sleeves and said roughly, "It has nothing to do with you. Go back to your room quickly and don't leave the hospital again before midnight."
Zhao Lan smiled coldly, with sarcasm in his voice: "If it's so dangerous, you still insist on going out. Who is it for?"
Wen Siyuan couldn't speak.
He couldn't explain clearly that the body of the disappearing blood dragon in the sky was his son, and the soul in his body was his father. They were both people he cared about. What could he do?
He couldn't say it. He knew that there was someone who cared as much as he did. Perhaps he was making a fuss in front of the palace gate at this time, asking the Holy One to get the blood dragon back from the hands of the Supreme God.
However, he couldn't say anything after all. He could only press his lips tightly and his dark face was stern: "You don't have to worry about it."
Zhao Lan smiled softly and mocked: "Have you ever thought about where Weilan is?"
Wen Siyuan's heart froze. His relationship with his daughter had reached a freezing point, and he didn't know how to answer.
"You know that in today's situation, she will definitely be involved, but you don't even care where she is?" Zhao Lan's voice gradually became cold, "Is it just because she is not what you expected?"
What Wen Siyuan hated the most was entangled with Zhao Lan on these issues. These repeated questions made him extremely bored.
He didn't want to say any more, his face darkened, and he shouted angrily: "She doesn't even want to go home, why do you care so much?"
"Gone!"
After that, he turned around and walked away.
Zhao Lan was left in the yard looking at his cold and decisive figure.
A sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Lan's mouth.
Her heart was no longer lonely.
Following the arranged engagement, she closed her eyes for the rest of her life and obeyed Wen Siyuan. It seemed that she had never really thought about what Wen Siyuan had done.
Fortunately, as a female officer beside the queen, she had already been exposed to certain powers.
But she knew the Wen family's position, so she kept to herself and pretended to turn a blind eye.
What really broke her hesitation was after Wen Weilan joined Xiaoxiang Tower.
She didn't want to go on like this anymore.
She wants to follow Wen Weilan and join the Northern Territory.
She has to work hard to keep up with her daughter.
As for the enemies in the north, the worshipers, she would not allow them to stand in the way.
This was her atonement by pretending to be deaf and mute for twenty years.
Seeing Wen Siyuan walking out, taking away most of the Wen family's strength, she instantly turned into a thorny vine and climbed out silently.
Tentacles like a mass of thorns clung to Wen Siyuan's sleeves and penetrated into his collar bit by bit.
Wen Siyuan was stepping onto his flying sword when he suddenly felt an itch on the back of his neck. He let out a hiss and scratched his neck.
"Sir, what's wrong?" The guard on the side asked with concern upon seeing this.
Wen Siyuan frowned in confusion, then waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay! Let's go quickly, don't wait!"
"Yes!" the guards responded.
A group of people quickly boarded the Feijian and flew towards the imperial city.
Wen Siyuan was in the middle of everyone's guard. He felt that the weirdness on the back of his neck still persisted, but it was still smooth after touching it.
Because of the cover of the collar, no one could see that there was a small orchid pattern deeply imprinted on the back of Wen Siyuan's neck.
Along the way, everyone killed many flesh and blood monsters, and finally broke into the imperial city.
In front of the palace gate, a headless corpse fell to the ground. The blood on the neck was still flowing. It was obvious that he had died not long ago.
Wen Siyuan glanced at it and was shocked at first, but quickly calmed down.
The corpse's clothes were messy and plain, not like the one he knew.
I don’t know which unlucky guy was killed here.
Wen Siyuan shook his head, then stepped over the corpse and walked forward.
The Shence Army guarding the gate immediately appeared and blocked his way.
"Shoufu Wen, the palace gate is closed today. No unauthorized entry is allowed." The sergeant guarding the gate said solemnly.
"I have something important to bring to your attention, please inform me." Wen Siyuan frowned, but there was a firmness in his tone that could not be refused.
"Shoufu Wen, the Holy Dragon's body is not in good condition and it is really inconvenient to meet." The gatekeeper Shence Jun refused again.
Wen Siyuan did not give up, and said in a deep voice: "Then I won't see the Holy Master. I will just allow you to meet the Grand Imperial Master." The words "Grand Imperial Master" made Shence Jun's face change slightly.
This title has not been mentioned by anyone for a long time, as if it has been forgotten by the world. Now the only word left in everyone's hearts is "old guy".
It was just that Wen Siyuan was originally in Taichang Temple, responsible for the sacrifices, and by chance, he was able to meet the Grand Master a few times.
The Grand Master had a good impression of Wen Siyuan.
It was also because of this that Wen Siyuan was able to quickly climb to the position of first assistant.
Although half of the Great Imperial Master has been buried, his influence on the Holy One cannot be underestimated.
There is only one reason.
The Grand Master is the only person so far who has truly seen the complete picture of the Supreme God.
With his guidance, we can even establish a connection with the Supreme God faster.
But such opportunities are running out.
Now that Wen Siyuan mentioned the "great national master", these Shencejun naturally did not dare to underestimate him.
Several Shence soldiers looked at each other for a moment, and one of them whispered: "Master Wen, wait a moment, we will make a report."
Immediately, a transmission note turned into a bit of fire and crashed into the deep palace.
I thought that according to the temperament of the "old thing", I would have to wait for a long time, but unexpectedly, the transmission note responded quickly.
"Okay."
Two short words, the tone was as weak as a candle in the wind, and there was a strange chill in it.
"Lord Wen, please."
Shencejun bowed and opened the palace door.
Looking at the current situation in Chang'an, they also made an exception and asked Wen Siyuan's accompanying guards to follow them into the palace gate to wait, but they handed over all their weapons.
Immediately, two Shen Cejun stepped forward and led Wen Siyuan all the way inside.
Wen Siyuan walked all the way, keeping his eyes straight and strictly observing the rules, until he entered the depths of the palace.
Without waiting for instructions from Shence Jun who was leading the way, Wen Siyuan closed his eyes and stood still.
Shen Cejun whispered: "Master Wen is indeed a frequent visitor. Please cover your eyes and the Great National Master will guide you."
Wen Siyuan felt a piece of cloth covering his eyes, which contained forbidden power. It was cold and biting, and all surrounding perceptions suddenly became blurred.
"It's not convenient for us to go any further, so we'll wait for you here." Shence Jun's voice came vaguely, and then gradually faded away.
"Hmm..." Wen Siyuan responded softly.
He felt as if he was being pulled into a deep dream, as if he were floating, falling into the surrounding air, and flying slowly.
He didn't know his direction, but he was mentally prepared for this feeling.
After all, I know that this great national master has always been mysterious and unpredictable.
After a while, Wen Siyuan faintly smelled a vague rancid smell, as if he didn't know where it came from.
It should be arriving soon.
Immediately, a stronger smell of corpses hit his face, almost suffocating.
"Boy Wen...you are here..."
A dry tree-like touch touched his eyes, and Wen Siyuan waited for his blindfold to be removed.
But not yet.
"Huh?"
A soft question.
A withered touch suddenly pressed against the back of his neck.
"Why did you bring something like this here?"
Wen Siyuan felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, as if something was being forcibly pulled out of his body. The tearing pain made him grit his teeth.
The withered hands showed no mercy, just operated mechanically, and the thorn-like feeling rubbed back and forth on his skin, causing heartbreaking pain.
After a while, the blindfold was removed, and Wen Siyuan's vision gradually recovered.
In a blur, a bloody thorn was being pulled out from the back of his neck, which was covered with spikes and granulation.
The thorns were thrown to the ground by the Great Imperial Master, and turned into bloody orchids, with familiar faces growing among the flowers.
Every one of them is Zhao Lan's face.
Wen Siyuan's heart trembled, and cold sweat broke out from his forehead.