I inherited my husband's divine position

The restaurant was blocked by private guards, and no one else was allowed to enter. Some people were curious about what happened, and the answer they got was that it was reserved by important guests, and it is not open to the public today.

After the common people learned about it, they could only sigh in their hearts about the difference between people. There are too many people with power and wealth in the imperial city, and their actions are quite extravagant.There are also gossip that something has happened inside, and any guests booking the venue to celebrate are all illusions to deceive people's ears.

At this time, the second floor of the restaurant.

The Major General, Marquis Wen'an, and several other dignitaries from Fuguo General's Mansion attended the scene one after another.

They are gathered around a table, and on the central table is a painting.

The chaotic howling, whispering, cursing, pleading for help, and moaning all come from this painting.

"Second brother, are you there?" General Fuguo asked.

There was no reply from Zhuang Yu in the chaotic voice.

Zhuang Yan continued, "I am Zhuang Yan."

"Stop yelling, Zhuang Yu can't speak, and his tongue is tied up again. If you want me to tell you, I should cut off his tongue and let him talk nonsense that the Son of God is his younger brother because of the distance from Beiyuan City!"

Zhuang Yan frowned.

"Yan Ji, is that you?" Marquis Wen An heard the voice of his third son.

"Father! Father! Help me!" The voice immediately raised his voice, acknowledging his identity.

"Don't worry, I..." Marquis Wen An heard a scream in the middle of speaking, as if it came from the third son, "What's going on!?"

"Ah! These lunatics, they are tearing my body, my hand, my hand is gone! Ahhh! I want to kill... um, tongue... um, um!"

Whether it is the pain conveyed by the screams or the content of the words, everyone outside the picture can hear their hair standing on end.

"How dare you!?" Marquis Wen An shouted angrily.

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

"Why don't you dare, you don't care about our life or death, why should I care about your son's life or death."

Snapped!
Marquis Wen'an's face was livid, and he slapped the table angrily.

Don't look at him bestowing the title of Marquis of Wen'an, but in fact he possesses internal strength, the table trembled when this palm was dropped, as if it was about to collapse.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Countless terrified screams sounded.

Marquis Wen'an was taken aback.

Zhuang Yan said: "Marquis Wen'an, please be safe and don't be impatient."

Marquis Wen An also knew that something was wrong with him, so he nodded coldly.

Zhuang Yan looked at the painting and asked, "What happened to you?"

"The ground shook, it was so loud, someone broke it." From the various chaotic voices, a voice explaining the situation was discerned.

Zhuang Yan looked at Wen Anhou's hand.

Marquis Wen An also understood what was going on.

"No one should touch this painting easily." Zhuang Yan said.

At this time, there was movement on the stairs, and several people came up.

Seeing the face of the visitor, Zhuang Yan, Wen Anhou and others all planned to salute.

Yi Zhen waved his hand to tell them not to be too polite, and walked to the table and said politely to the people around him: "It's troublesome."

When Zhuang Yan and the others saw this man dressed in black and red ears, they knew in their hearts that he was a nocturnal envoy.

The Night Traveler walked up to the painting and just checked it out with his spiritual sense. The extreme terror came and disappeared for a moment, and the feeling of less than a second made his muscles tense up, and he even missed a second or two. Memory, after returning to consciousness, there is only a daze like waking up from a big dream. I obviously feel that I have had a very terrifying nightmare, but after returning to the cage, I can't remember what I dreamed about.

The night traveler calmed down, he hesitated a little whether to continue, and then thought of his responsibility as a night traveler, and he should deal with the evil and weird things in this world.

The Imperial City of Yi Kingdom is under the protection of Ye Youshen, so he can't back down because of fear.

A decision was made, and the Night Traveler scouted again.

This time he was more focused, but he didn't encounter terror again, and the rules of strange talks were gradually revealed in his exploration.

"It's not a monster, but a strange story."

The night tour envoy raised his head and explained to everyone.

"Can you solve it?" Yi Zhen asked.

"The person trapped in the strange story is not dead, which means there is still a chance of rescue." Ye You said: "This painting is called "Juxian Wenhui"."

Juxian Wenhui?

As soon as the name came out, the expressions of everyone at the scene changed slightly.

Of course Yeyou Shi also found out, and he continued: "When I came here, I saw the inscription Juxian Building on the plaque of this restaurant, which shows that this strange story came from here, and the birth of strange stories can usually be traced, but it can be traced from the source of their birth. Find out the rules of life."

The crowd listened carefully.

Ye Youshi said: "Let the shopkeeper and Xiaoer of the restaurant come up and talk to me about Wenhui."

Not long after, the shopkeeper and Xiaoer were brought up.

They have been called several times today, and they will be called for questioning when a big person comes.

Seeing Yi Zhen and Ye You Shi, they quickly saluted.

No need for them to ask, the shopkeeper and the waiter, who had been questioned many times, explained in detail the words they could memorize.

Hearing that the front was fine, Mi Bayue and Mi Feixue described it in the middle, Ye Youshi keenly noticed something was wrong, but didn't take it to heart.

After the shopkeeper and the waiter had finished speaking, the Night Tourist just wanted to ask them what kind of literary conferences they had before today, and what happened at the literary conferences, so as to capture more information.

As a result, a voice sounded from the painting, "We absolutely did not intend to offend the Son of God! It's just that the two Highnesses came here in a low-key manner and did not take the initiative to reveal their identities. They must not have wanted to reveal that, so they didn't say anything. Who would have thought that these idiots would not appreciate the Son of God?" His Majesty's works are not disrespectful!"

"Clearly... clearly..." The words of rebuttal were weak, and there was no follow-up.

All kinds of tragedies in the world in the painting have already hit them badly, so how dare you say that the painting is rough and inferior, even worse than a three-year-old boy?

"Is this painting painted by His Highness?" Only then did the night tour envoy understand the truth.This strange story was not born after years of years of widespread rumors at the Juxianlou Wenhui.

His face immediately turned cold.

Yi Zhen didn't expect this either.

He happened to be talking with the Night Tour Envoy, and he heard that strange things happened in the city, and many dignitaries in the imperial city were killed, so he came here with him.

"I don't know how I will hear it when I arrive." Yi Zhen sighed with a smile.

Marquis Wen An and the others were startled. The prince's attitude clearly did not intend to blame those two, so he didn't plan to take care of this matter either!

The voices inside and outside the painting can communicate with each other, and the trapped matchsticks inside also feel that something is wrong, begging for help in various ways.

Yi Zhen looked at Ye Youshi.

The Yeyoushi's demeanor was different from before, "I can't break His Highness's strange story." Anyway, this is the truth.

"This..." Marquis Wen An and the others pinned their hopes on Yi Zhen.

Yi Zhen understands that Ye Youshi is detached from mortals, so he doesn't have to care about these mundane experiences, but his identity and responsibilities do not allow him to be willful.

If one ignores the people in the painting, the courtiers will be disappointed, and the people's hearts will be lost if it is spread out.

The key point is that he used this to express that it may not be possible to show affection to Mi and August.

——There are many obedient and honest people who are flattering and flattering. Ruo Mi August wanted this kind of puppet of imperial power, and she couldn't get to where she is today.