After Wen Chan read the letter, his eyelids kept twitching, and he read that paragraph over and over again, before finally lighting the paper on fire.
Xie Zhaoxue went to Yanxiang Temple and did not return for two days. Zhong Wenjin was worried that he would encounter some danger, so he went too, but before going, he at least gave Wen Chan a message to find a way out.
Wen Chan pushed open the window, and saw that the snow outside still didn't stop, floating all over the sky, and it was freezing cold.
It was snowing heavily in the past two days, and Yanxiang Temple was built on the mountain again. Perhaps Xie Zhaoxue was unable to come down because of the heavy snow blocking the mountain road, but Zhong Wenjin was so impatient. How could he go up the mountain with such heavy snow now
The letter had just been delivered not long ago, if you try to stop him now, I don't know if you can stop someone.
After thinking for a while, Wen Chan called Ah Fu and ordered the car to be prepared.
Ah Fu was stunned for a moment, "Your Highness, it is snowing heavily outside, it is not suitable to go out..."
"The situation is urgent, we don't have time, go quickly." Wen Chan insisted on letting him prepare regardless of dissuasion.
Because Wen Chan always likes to run outside the palace, Ah Fu always prepares the carriage. The carriage was ready shortly after the order was issued, and Wen Chan got on the carriage wrapped in a thick cloak.
After leaving the palace gate, he went straight to Yanxiang Temple. The snow on the road was not thin, and the speed of the carriage was not fast. Wen Chan could only pray secretly in his heart that Zhong Wenjin would also be hindered by the snow.
He didn't send someone to inform Liang Yanbei, it was a trivial matter after all, if he didn't stop Zhong Wenjin at Yanxiang Temple, he would go back to the palace and find a way, so as not to put himself in danger.
The wheels left traces in the snow. Due to the snowstorm, there were not many pedestrians on the road, and everyone was in a hurry. When we arrived near Yanxiang Temple, there was no one there, and it was very deserted.
The carriage stopped at the foot of the stone steps leading to Yanxiang Temple, where the snow was so thick that Wen Chan lost his calf when he got off the carriage, apparently no one stepped on it.
Ah Fu held up the umbrella tremblingly, his nose and ears were red from the cold, and he asked tremblingly, "Your Highness, what are you looking for?"
"It seems that no one has been here yet?" Wen Chan looked around, but he didn't see any footprints left by someone who had been here, and it was all covered with snow.
"It's so cold and snow is so thick, naturally no one will come to Yanxiang Temple." Ah Fu said.
"Could it be that we are one step faster than Zhong Wenjin?" Wen Chan asked himself in amazement, Xiaoxie's Mansion is obviously closer to Yanxiang Temple than the Imperial Palace, and it took a lot of time for the letter to be delivered to the palace and Wen Chan to prepare the car, unless Zhong Wenjin came by himself , otherwise it would be impossible to fall behind.
Calligraphy said, "If your Highness is waiting for someone, you should wait in the carriage, and be careful not to catch cold."
Qin Qi echoed from the side.
Wen Chan did feel cold, but he still looked around carefully to make sure that no one had been here.
But he couldn't see any footprints, so he turned around and wanted to go back to the carriage and wait.
The moment he turned around, the surrounding scenery changed instantly. The first thing Wen Chan noticed was that the carriage in front of him was gone. He raised his eyes and broke out in a cold sweat.
The snow stopped, and there was a slight cold wind.
The place where the carriage was parked turned into a piece of pure white snow, as if nothing had ever existed.
He looked around in surprise, only to see Ah Fu and the three of them disappeared without a sound, and there was no one around.
Faced with such a strange phenomenon, although Wen Chan was a little flustered, he endured it very well, and calmly looked at the environment he was in.
The place where the carriage was originally parked turned into an endless snowfield, and the place where the stone steps should have been turned into a narrow path, with snow on both sides of the road, and at the end of the winding road, there is a vermilion-topped house.
Clearly, there is a way to go.
Wen Chan stood on the spot and pondered for a while, not wanting to take any risks, so he walked forward along the narrow path and walked a dozen steps. When he turned around on a whim, he saw a creepy scene.
The road I walked was all turned into snow.
This is a road of no return.
Wen Chan took a deep breath and continued to walk forward, walking slowly, paying attention to every move around him.
It was getting closer and closer to that house, and when he could fully see the vermilion-roofed house, Wen Chan realized that what was in front of him turned out to be Yanxiang Temple.
There were three bright gold characters printed on the plaque, which made Wen Chan stop suddenly, not daring to go any further.
There is a demonic aura inside and out of this Yanxiang Temple. Once you step inside, there is no guarantee that something strange will happen.
The gate of Yanxiang Temple was closed tightly, making him feel eerie for no reason.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the cold air pierced his face, causing severe pain. Wen Chan almost couldn't help his teeth chattering from the cold, but he still refused to go forward until he felt something strange in his feet.
Looking down, he realized that the snow had buried his feet for some time, and there seemed to be something wriggling inside, trying desperately to get into Wen Chan's boots.
Wen Chan was startled, and quickly jumped forward twice to shake off the snow on his shoes. Before he could stop, he saw the snow slowly crawling towards him as if alive.
Not daring to stop still, Wen Chan had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue forward, and this time something was chasing after him, Wen Chan's pace was much faster, and he reached the gate of Yanxiang Temple in a short while.
He calmed down his frightened mood, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The sound of knocking on the door seemed extremely abrupt in this quiet environment, Wen Chan took two steps back, put on a guarded posture, his heart was tense, he was afraid that the one who opened the door for him was a monster with a hideous face.
But no.
After he knocked a few times, the door opened quickly. A small novice monk poked his head out. When he saw Wen Chan, he smiled brightly and opened the door completely.
Wen Chan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that fortunately he is still a normal person.
There was a strange smile in the little novice's voice, and he said in a childish voice, "Your Highness Ninth Prince, you are finally here."
He said, "Who are you?" Or what kind of monster
The little monk didn't answer him, but said, "Your Highness, go in, Master has been waiting for a long time."
"What will happen if I don't go in?" Wen Chan asked very straightforwardly.
The little novice continued to smile, pointing to the snow behind him, "If you don't go in, those things will catch up."
He looked back, and sure enough, he saw that Xue was very close to him, almost entering the door before him.
There was no other way, Wen Chan could only sigh and stepped into the door.
As soon as he entered the door, a strong wind rushed towards his face. Wen Chan raised his sleeves to block the wind, narrowed his eyes slightly, and wondered where the evil wind came from.
The wind was only a gust, and then it gradually died down. Wen Chan put down his sleeves and looked at it, and his heart was half cold in an instant.
I knew it was weird in Yanxiang Temple.
The surrounding scenery turned into a deserted forest, the ground was covered with withered yellow grass, and there was a large open space around him, and the whole deserted forest wrapped him in the center.
What is this place
The sun was hanging high in the sky, but the sunlight that fell was not warm, but made Wen Chan feel a little cold. He didn't know whether to walk around or stay on the spot.
"His Royal Highness." A woman's voice came from behind.
Recognizing this voice, Wen Chan froze all over immediately, and began to build up his mind.
"Why doesn't Your Highness dare to turn around?" the woman called again.
Wen Chan knew that he couldn't avoid it, and after reassuring himself repeatedly, he looked back, whether he had already made mental preparations, or was frightened by the scene in front of him.
Standing in front of them were two women, all dressed cleanly.
One of them had horrible scars all over his face, as if his flesh had been slashed open by a knife blade, revealing a dazzling blood red, the bones could be seen deeply, and his face was beyond recognition.
The other's face was as white as snow, lifeless, his eyes that should have been black had a hazy gray, his face was full of resentment, and he stared at Wen Chan firmly.
The woman with large and small knife marks all over her face smiled and said, "Does Your Highness still recognize me?"
This laugh was full of eerie, Wen Chan endured goosebumps, and answered seriously, "You can't recognize the face just by looking at it, but you can by hearing the voice."
After a pause, he tentatively asked, "Concubine Mei?"
She laughed loudly when she heard it, and her whole face became more hideous and ugly, and the flesh was even shaking, which was disgusting. She said fiercely, "That's right! Have you seen my face? It's all thanks to you!"
Wen Chan expressed his innocence, and immediately retorted, "How can you do it thanks to me? It's clear that you and Zhong Wenting had an affair and were discovered by my father!"
"If it wasn't for your design to frame me! How could the matter have been exposed!" She stretched out her hand and pointed at Wen Chan angrily. The back of her hand was also densely packed with wounds, like a sliced fish shaking its blood-red scales.
The more Wen Chan looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he simply turned his gaze aside, "That's not my design either."
Liang Yanbei, I'm sorry, you should give it a shot first.
Turning his gaze, Wen Chan realized that the woman who had been staring at him coldly was actually the court lady he planned to send out earlier.
As soon as she met her gray eyes, the maid said, "Your Highness, how can you be so cruel? You even praised that my eyes are like crabapple flowers?"
Wen Chan was silent for a moment, and decided to tell the truth, "Your eyes are full of blood, don't you just look like crabapple flowers?"
"I'm really curious, how did His Highness find me?" the maid asked again.
He only felt that the two women took turns to question him first, and then rushed forward to attack him together. In order not to be caught off guard, Wen Chan touched the dagger hidden in his sleeve while talking.
He said calmly, "You and that assassin are sisters, right?"
The maid was a little surprised and didn't answer.
"Your eyes are so similar. The assassin who assassinated me that day covered his entire face, leaving only one pair of eyes. When I saw you, I immediately thought of her. I thought it would take a lot of effort to find out the insider in the palace. Ghost, your eyes have saved me a lot of trouble." Wen Chan patiently explained to the court lady like a master answering students' questions.
At the end, I asked, "Do you understand?"
After hearing this, the maid's expression became distorted, "Sister, it's my sister... My sister was killed by you, she was going to kill you, but ended up being separated..."
"That's what she deserves." Wen Chan whispered.
"Oh! That's right!" The maid's face brightened, as if she remembered something, "Your Highness, I want to show you something!"
Wen Chanxin said, can I refuse? I don't really want to see it.
However, without waiting for him to speak, the palace maid reached out and pulled the collar away, revealing her pale skin. There was a hideous scar hidden in her collar, which stretched across her neck and was sewn up with thread in a crappy way. Looks scalp tingling.
"I was beheaded too! But I lived, but my elder sister didn't!" The maid became a little crazy, "Why! Why!"
Seeing the glaring seam, Wen Chan quietly hid the short knife again, thinking what else to do? Escaping is the best policy, these two are not human at all!
The palace lady's emotions became more and more crazy, her voice was shrill, and then it turned into a shrill scream, which was harsh and unpleasant, and Concubine Mei beside her also screamed at the top of her throat as if she was infected.
Wen Chan was tortured enough by the voice, covered his ears and frowned, "Stop screaming!"
As soon as the sound came out, the two women suddenly flew over, their entire bodies were lifted off the ground, with blackened nails stretched out, one of them ran towards the neck and the other towards the chest.
Sure enough, they are going to attack him together!
Wen Chan was already on guard, stepped back slightly, and at the same time took out a short knife, intending to cut off a pair of palms first.
However, a strange thing happened, just when the two of them were about to rush in front of Wen Chan, suddenly a faint golden light flashed past, and the two women seemed to be ejected by a huge force, and screamed at the same time sound.
Wen Chan was also a little stunned, and put down the raised dagger.
As soon as the two women fell to the ground, they bounced up straight again. Concubine Mei was still afraid and didn't dare to rush up rashly again, but the palace maid looked like she hated Wen Chan so much that she lost her mind, and rushed forward again.
But this time, a black iron scimitar flew straight from Wen Chan's back and pierced the maid's chest.
The scimitar carried tremendous power, and instantly knocked the maid's body into the air. She let out a piercing scream again, black smoke came out from the wound on her chest, rolled on the ground and stopped moving.
Concubine Mei's expression suddenly became distorted. Wen Chan didn't know what her expression was, but he guessed that it might be fear.
The black robe flashed past Wen Chan, bringing a gust of cool wind, and went straight to Concubine Mei, so fast that they had no time to react.
The man in black pulled out his scimitar when he passed by the maid, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Concubine Mei, raised the knife and stabbed it into Concubine Mei's heart very neatly.
It was also a puff of black smoke, and Concubine Mei's body fell limply to the ground as if her bones had melted, lifeless.
The noisy voice disappeared, and only the wind was left around.
The man in black stooped to take back the scimitar, and turned around. It was still the cold mask, and the eyes under the mask were looking straight at Wen Chan.
A hoarse voice sounded, "Why are you here?"
Wen Chan paused, and hid the dagger, "I don't know either."
The man in black: "I'll take you out."
After saying that, he turned his head, praised Concubine Mei's body, and walked in one direction.
Wen Chan knew that he had no malicious intentions, so he hurriedly followed. In order to prevent the maid and Concubine Mei from sitting up suddenly and grabbing his feet, he deliberately walked around their bodies.
He and the man in black were very silent on the road, and there was no communication between them at all.
After walking for a while, I actually walked through the barren forest, and there was the Yanxiang Temple with Zhuding in front of me.
When the two walked to the front of the temple, the man in black stretched out his hand and opened the door. Outside the door was a haze, and the scene could not be seen clearly.
He turned sideways, "Let's go."
Wen Chan only hesitated for a moment, the man in black didn't look like he would harm him, if he could go out, he would go out, if he didn't go out, could it be worse
Thinking, he resolutely crossed the threshold.