Red Heart Survey

The old man has deep wrinkles on his face, but he is not stooped, but his eyes are a little dark, like a shadow on the glass.

The palace guard was not far behind, and Church had not left for long.

And this place still belongs to the Daqi Palace, so I don't know how many strong people are sitting in it.

But Jiang Wang still felt a little danger.

A sense of danger emanated faintly from the old man, but it wasn't aimed at him.

Jiang Wang asked: "Which Palace Master?"

"Longevity," said the old man.

The Lord of the Longevity Palace, Jiang Wuqi!

Why did this "most similar to today's" prince suddenly invite him?

Because of Zhang Yong? Because of the leader of the Yellow River? Because of Jiang Wuyou?

Jiang Wang thought a lot for a moment.

He can absolutely refuse.

He now has the qualifications to refuse any prince summoned. Even the eleventh prince who was once the most favored by Emperor Qi.

But he just nodded: "Since the Eleventh Prince invited me, I will ask my father-in-law to lead the way."

Although the several contacts with Jiang Wuqi were not pleasant. But for Jiang Wuqi himself, he didn't have any bad feelings. On the contrary, very curious.

The old man nodded in salute, then turned and walked in front, guiding Jiang Wang to take a few steps, and stopped in front of a soft sedan chair leaning against the palace wall.

"Qingyangzi, please enter the sedan chair."

As he spoke, he opened the car curtain for Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang took a look at it, and the decoration was indeed magnificent, but it was empty.

"I thought the eleventh prince was in the sedan chair." Jiang Wang said casually, but did not enter the sedan chair.

The old man said: "The Palace Master sees you, he is upright and upright, and has no private affairs. Of course, he is in the Palace of Longevity."

This is for Jiang Wangtun's reassurance.

"I think the eleventh prince is also an upright person!"

Jiang Wang smiled, bent down and sat in the sedan chair.

The curtain of the car was lowered, and the four porters at the front and rear gently lifted the soft sedan and began to move.

While walking, there was no slight tremor.

Jiang Wang opened the small window casually, feeling the evening breeze in Linzi City. Of course, don't miss the situation outside the car.

And the old man in black eunuch's attire walked beside the sedan chair with his hands clasped.

Wrapping your hands in your sleeves is generally a habit formed to keep warm in cold winter.

But it is still July, and the weather is far from cold.

Besides, with the strength of this old man, he should have been protected from cold and heat long ago.

The people in the Longevity Palace are afraid of the cold.

With such a faint thought in Jiang Wang's mind, he closed his eyes and rested his mind, not intending to say anything more.

All the way silent.

The sedan chair moved quickly, and Jiang Wangcai got a little familiar with the "Dragon Tiger" Taoism of the Yellow Order in his heart, and the bearer stopped and got off the sedan chair.

"The Longevity Palace is here." The old man reminded from outside the sedan chair.

Jiang Wang then bent down and got out of the soft sedan chair. He looked up and saw the vertical plaque hanging on the palace gate with the word "Longevity" written on it.

These two characters are majestic, especially the vertical line of the character "Sheng", which feels like breaking through the sky. It is also like a person, straight spine asking the sky.

"These two words are written by His Majesty. No other palace has ever had them."

The old man explained from the side, with a hint of pride in his tone.

Jiang Wang glanced at these two words again, feeling the grandeur and grandeur of a father's expectations for his children.

"May the son live forever".

The architectural style of the entire Changsheng Palace is also majestic, even at this moment when the sky is getting late, it gives people a bright feeling.

Jiang Wang didn't say much, just followed the old man into the Palace of Longevity.

Along the way, the palace maids who passed by smiled sweetly, and the patrolling palace guards held their heads high, their vision was wide, the flowers and stones were clean, and the atmosphere in this palace was very clear.

There is a saying that "If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world", and it also said that "governing a country is like governing a family".

The temperament of a person in power can be reflected in his "home" to a large extent.

Of course, history tells people that everything may not be true before sitting on that dragon chair.

After entering the third palace gate, before a side hall, the first thing that came to his ears was a violent cough.

The coughing sound was short and urgent, intense and tight, as if he was about to die.

Listening to this voice, you are worried that he will cough up all his heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

The old man walking in front flicked his footsteps and disappeared.

Jiang Wang thought for a while, and walked slowly into the side hall.

"It's okay."

Before stepping into the side hall, he first heard this sentence.

After stepping into the side hall, Jiang Wuqi was the first thing he saw.

At that time, Jiang Wuqi was sitting in front of the desk, wrapped in a thick white fox fur, probably comforting the old man standing behind him.

Just then, he turned his head and met Jiang Wang's gaze.

His face was so pale that there was no blood in it.

"I made Qingyangzi laugh." He said with a smile.

His expression was calm, as if he didn't mean any serious illness, and there was nothing to hide.

The old man behind him, wearing a black eunuch uniform, had no expression on his face at this moment, but he was unwilling to show worry.

"I have met the eleventh prince." Jiang Wang cupped his hands and saluted.

Jiang Wuqi's condition was not discussed.

Jiang Wuqi didn't need comfort.

Jiang Wuqi coughed twice, and said: "I just heard that Qingyangzi entered the palace today, so I asked someone to invite me, and I didn't think I would be able to invite a distinguished guest."

With a calm smile on his face: "But try."

Jiang Wangqian said: "How can Jiang Wang be considered a distinguished guest?"

"You are the hero of my Great Qi, and you will show your power for my Great Qi. Of course, you are a distinguished guest, and you are beyond words."

Jiang Wuqi said, while standing up, he casually closed a volume of books in front of the case, and put it in the upper right corner, where there was already a pile of books.

Meeting Jiang Wang's gaze, he explained by the way: "Recently, I have time to read some idle books... some stories about people with lofty ideals, evil spirits and heroes."

"Oh, idle books." Jiang Wang said casually.

Jiang Wuqi seemed to be interested: "Why, Qingyangzi also likes to read idle books?"

Jiang Wang said truthfully: "I don't think so much."

Jiang Wuqi seemed to be particularly interested in this topic: "Why don't you tell me what you've seen."

"Uh..." Jiang Wang had no choice but to perfunctoryly say, "Legend of a thousand prides from all nations?"

After saying the title of the book, he became more confident. After all, it was a casual book that everyone loved to read, so it wasn't much worse. So I emphasized it affirmatively: "Yes. The legend of a thousand prides of nations is very interesting."

"Oh, so." Jiang Wuqi smiled, "It's not easy to find this book."

"Ah yes." Jiang Wang felt that if he continued to chat, he would reveal his secrets, and for some reason, the old man would look at him with strange eyes, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "I don't know why your Highness invited you today?"

"Actually, there is nothing too important." Jiang Wuqi, who was wrapped in a white fox fur, was like a weak jade sculpture, which seemed to shatter if touched lightly.

He pressed the book with his long and thin fingers, and walked out from behind the desk.

"What Huangjie did for you in the offshore area, I thought I couldn't do it at that time. Therefore, I never wanted to recruit you. Qingyangzi don't have to make trouble."

After Zhang Yong cried at the temple, Jiang Wuqi's momentum plummeted. Among the ruling and opposition parties, I don't know how many people looked at each other coldly.

But at this moment, he was walking slowly, still looking extremely dignified.

Mingming looks thin and weak at first glance, but there is a sense of majesty patrolling mountains and rivers.

"Ahem!"

He lightly clenched his fist, held it in front of his lips, and coughed violently twice.

The white fox fur fur on his body trembled like snow waves.

He stopped coughing, then raised his eyes to look at Jiang Wang, and said very seriously: "Qingyangzi, I just want to see who is the number one in the world's inner palace. I wonder if you are satisfied?"

May Mr. Yuan Longping overcome the serious illness. May Mr. Long live.