News about what happened in the Ancestral Temple in the morning was blocked immediately, but it was impossible to block it...
At least it can't be blocked by Ma Xiong.
Not to mention anything else, even he himself, there are many people in Linzi city who can ask questions from his mouth, but he doesn't dare not to speak.
The first to know were naturally those very powerful people within the Capital Inspection Office.
People like Chong Xuan Sheng are those who have close contact with the person involved.
The time it took for the Li family to get the news was not the fastest, but it was not too slow either.
Jiang Wang had been gone for about half an hour when someone came in to report the news. The two-phase verification is completely consistent with what Jiang Wang said.
At that time, the old lady of the Li family was sitting at the top of the table, drinking tea slowly.
Li Zhengyan, the contemporary Marquis of the City, and Li Zhengshu were discussing this matter.
Since Li Zhengyan became the head of the family, the old lady rarely expressed her opinions on family affairs.
Apart from drinking tea, listening to operas, and occasionally beating Li Longchuan with a dragon-headed cane.
It’s just that the people below mentioned that before Jiang Wang went to the Jiuhui Hou Ling Temple and encountered something unexpected, he came out of the Ling Temple of the first generation of Devastated Marquis and had just worshiped the first generation of Devastated Marquis...
The old lady couldn't help but say again: "What a good boy."
Li Zhengyan and Li Zhengshu looked at each other and smiled.
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After leaving Li Mansion, Jiang Wang returned to Xiashan Villa.
No matter how volatile Linzi is at the moment, how many people are uneasy. Your own cultivation is the foundation of your life. The achievements of the Yellow River Meeting are the first step to advancement.
Jiang Wang was always sober. Know what you want and work hard to achieve it consistently.
Close the door and lock the room, and study the art of the fire world by yourself.
He had to admit something.
Although he defeated Lei Zhanqian easily, he seemed to have an overwhelming advantage. But in fact, the progress of his Fire Totem's cultivation was far less than that of Lei Zhanqian's Thunder Totem.
The power of the fire source totem is not enough to maintain a balance with the Samadhi True Fire. Even if the fire realm technique builds an outline under his leadership, he has already tried his best to suppress the Samadhi True Fire.
The qualitative gap requires quantity to close it.
Therefore, during this period of time, Jiang Wang had to allocate more training time to Huoyuan Diadian. After all, it is a powerful technique in the world of one side, and it is not so easy to study thoroughly.
Fortunately, his fire totem is not just a fire totem, it has already been connected with the Bone Lotus to form the Burning Bone Lotus.
Star power without attributes can be transformed into all powers, including totem power of course. With the blessing of the two phases, a slight balance can be achieved.
But if you want to meet the requirements of the Fire Realm Art as soon as possible, it is impossible not to put more effort into the Fire Source Diagram.
From day to night, time passes quickly during practice.
Of course cultivation is hard.
When others are wearing bright clothes and angry horses, when others are living and drinking, always keep your head down and keep trekking.
Enduring loneliness and loneliness, fighting against the instinct of comfort.
However, being able to practice with peace of mind is actually a blessing in many cases.
The news of the ninth return to the Hou Ling Temple has spread throughout the capital in an undercurrent.
This night in Linzi, countless people were sleepless!
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Today's Emperor Qi sits in court almost every day.
From Mao hour to Chen hour, there are two hours every day, rain or shine.
There is only one day off for bathing in ten days. It has been fifty-five years now.
It cannot be said that he is not diligent.
Under his rule, Qi State has become the undoubted overlord of the Eastern Region, with ambitions in all directions and threats overseas.
Mao Shi is the time when the morning court begins, so in fact, when it is still Yin Shi, the ministers participating in the court meeting have almost arrived. The officials in the political hall have already discussed today's political affairs in advance.
Even at the end of May, there was still no dawn in Yinshi.
The great city of Linzi lies dormant in the long night,
In the majestic square outside Ziji Palace, civil and military officials moved from everywhere like ants and slowly gathered together.
Then, according to their dignity and rank, they lined up silently and waited for the sound of the morning bell.
In the past years, countless officials have walked through this square countless times.
But today, it's different.
If you look down from a high altitude, if your vision is not obscured by the night, you can see——
The "ants" who gathered in the huge white stone square, regardless of their superiority or inferiority, very deliberately made a large circle, leaving a huge blank space in the square.
In the middle of the blank space is a small black dot.
A little ant.
When the daylight gradually breaks through the endless night, the world welcomes the dawn.
Dang~
The morning bell on the stargazing tower has already rung.
This sound is powerful and long-lasting, spreading throughout this huge city of three hundred miles, making people hear it, clear their hearts, awaken their minds, and clarify their nature.
The great city of Linzi woke up.
The two warriors with swords each held one side and slowly pushed open the huge door of Ziji Palace.
Because it was still early and the sky was not bright enough, the red sun beads hanging from the dome of Ziji Palace were pouring down light.
The magnificent hall is exposed to people's sight.
The civil and military officials filed in silently, and the lonely black spot in the square remained lonely.
Now, the sky is gradually starting to get brighter.
The world becomes a little clearer.
Let your eyes go down again, let your eyes fall again.
You can see the increasingly clear kneeling figure in the square.
It was a thin, bare-chested figure.
Wearing only a pair of trousers, with her long hair disheveled, she was kneeling in the square outside Ziji Hall.
Everyone among the civil and military officials who came to court today saw him, but everyone seemed not to see him.
No one greeted him, no one looked at him.
Some people are concerned, some are looking forward to it, some are worried, some are secretly happy...but they are all silent.
The person kneeling here is Jiang Wuqi, the eleventh prince of Da Qi and the master of Changsheng Palace.
After taking off the fox fur that had been wrapped around him all year round, I realized that he was really thin.
On his bare back, each segment of his spine was almost completely exposed to the air, and one could only think of one word - skinny.
"Ahem, ahem."
In the huge square, it was so quiet today, and no one even whispered. There was only the sound of his occasional unstoppable cough and the sound of the cold wind in the early morning.
What a lonely cough.
In Ziji Palace, everything seemed to be the same as usual.
There should be a memorial, there should be an argument. But there's always...something missing.
The two hours in the morning today are extremely difficult hours for many people.
All the civil and military officials who are doing things in the Ziji Palace are pretending to be fine, but who can be distracted?
The Master of the Palace of Eternal Life was involved in the assassination case, which would almost mean... countless blood in any country or dynasty.
In Da Qi's magnificent battle for the reserve position, one of the contenders seems to be withdrawing today. This is a major event involving the entire Qi State. No one can stay out of it.
Probably only the emperor sitting on the dragon throne is still the same as in the past years, without any disturbance.
The emperor's heart is unpredictable.
No matter what.
Whether it is suffering or looking forward to it.
Two long hours passed, and the absent-minded performance was over.
Those political opponents who were the most enthusiastic in arguing in the past are inevitably a little less excited today. The officials who won the argument were not satisfied, and the officials who lost the argument were not frustrated.
Han Ling, the chief eunuch who was the Supervisor of Ceremonies, stood before His Majesty Dan and announced: "Retreat from the imperial court!"
From his perspective, the civil and military officials receded like a tide, poured out of the Ziji Palace, dispersed into the huge square, and flowed away in all directions.
The only thing that hasn't changed is the blank space and the black dot in the blank.
His Majesty the Emperor of Da Qi did not say a word.
Han Ling also seemed to have become a sculpture.
It shouldn't have been long, but it felt like it had been a long time.
The emperor stood up.
Han Ling opened his mouth to shout "Get up!", but the emperor's hand suppressed him.
As the closest eunuch to the Emperor of Qi, Han Ling never looked back, but his voice had already been swallowed.
The emperor left the dragon throne and stepped down from the throne.
It is already Chen hour, the time of "morning food". People usually have breakfast at this time.
It's already bright.
The red sun beads hanging in the Ziji Palace have long since shrunk.
The emperor walked out slowly, and every step seemed to trample the sky under his feet.
When he finally walked out of Ziji Palace, he stood on the high steps.
In the huge Baishi Square, no one else could be seen except Jiang Wuqi.
The one who was shirtless, kneeling on the ground, with his hair down, looking at him - his son.
"This subcategories me!"
The emperor suddenly remembered what he had said.
Then his eyes dropped.
First, he looked at the huge white stone slabs paving the square in front of him, then at the knees that were close to the ground, then at the naked, thin upper body, and then at the handsome face - if not for some swagger. Despite the lingering illness, this face should be even better.
Jiang Wuqi, naked and with disheveled hair, was kneeling on the ground, looking graceful and elegant.
The emperor looked into his eyes, and then looked at the piece of white jade in his mouth.
Holding treasure in the mouth is a funeral ritual for nobles.
Jiang Wuqi meant that he was already a dead man.
Jiang Wuqi should have been a dead person a long time ago.
Arriving early...while still in the mother's womb.
It was the winter night of the thirty-eighth year of Yuanfeng. Emperor Qi personally led his troops outside to defeat the unconquered ministers.
Jiang Wuqi's mother, Concubine Lei Guifei, was assassinated in the Daqi Palace when she was still pregnant with him. Before dying, he tried his best to protect his belly.
When the powerful men in the palace arrived, the assassin had already destroyed himself.
So far, it has not been found out who is the murderer behind the scenes.
When Emperor Qi rushed back, all he saw was Concubine Lei's body and the caesarean section of the child.
Emperor Qi shed tears and said, "Although my beloved concubine has abandoned me, she has never abandoned my son!"
Hence the name Wuqi.
Jiang Wuqi suffered a fatal injury when she was still a fetus, and the strong man on duty in the palace that night risked his life to save her, thus saving a glimmer of hope.
But it's just a glimmer of hope.
Even if Emperor Qi had the power to reach heaven and earth, a newly cut-out baby with insufficient congenital power would not be able to carry out any of his means.
Since then, frost poison has entered my life, and no medicine or stone can cure it. And the older they grow, the more severe the frost poison will be, and the deeper it will penetrate into their lives. The director of Tai Hospital at the time concluded that the child would not live to be ten years old.
When Jiang Wuqi was nine years old, Emperor Qi wanted to change his blood and bones, reshape him into a new body, and use the secret method of the royal family to remove the frost poison from his life.
When he was nine years old at the time, he only asked one question: "After changing blood and bones, will I still be the prince of Da Qi?"
The answer is naturally no.
No matter how much Emperor Qi loved him, he would never exchange the flesh and blood of his other children for him.
So Jiang Wuqi chose to refuse.
He would rather die than live a mediocre life. Even if he, Jiang Wuqi, dies, he will die as a nobleman of Tianhuang.
Otherwise, why did that woman, his mother, struggle in the cold night for so long?
Before he was nine years old, he practiced martial arts and kept fit.
After the age of nine, he opened his meridians and practiced.
He has frost poison in his life, and the frost poison will grow with his cultivation. The stronger he is, the faster he will die. But only by becoming stronger can he have a chance to change his destiny.
This is a paradox.
Either outcome should lead to death.
No one thought he would survive, but he did.
Not only did he survive the disaster of being ten years old, but he is still alive today.
Not only did he live to this day, but he also asked the emperor to personally supervise the construction of the Changsheng Palace for him, becoming one of the most promising people in Da Qi to compete for the position of crown prince!
He has struggled since birth.
He was crumbling as if he was about to die at any moment, but like a candle swaying in the wind for so many years, he was still swaying, and his light became more and more dazzling.
Jiang Wuqi knelt here today to show that he was already a dead man.
How could the Emperor of Da Qi's heart of emperor be without any ripples?
The emperor accepts the mandate of heaven and rules all the people, so he should be a solitary person by nature.
But can he really be emotionless?
The expedition that Yuan Feng took in his 38th year was the last expedition by Emperor Qi to date.
After that, he never left Linzi City again.
His emperor's unpredictable heart, had he ever thought about the cold night of that year?
No courtier dared to stay in the square in front of Ziji Palace.
The Grand Eunuch, the chief eunuch of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, stood silently beside the gate of Ziji Palace, even the sound of his breathing was extinguished, and he did not show any sense of existence.
His Majesty, the Emperor of Daqi, walked down the high steps, walked in front of Jiang Wuqi, stretched out his hand, and took away the white jade in his mouth.
Jiang Wuqi grew up soaking in medicine pools and was afraid of the cold. But today, he was naked and kneeling outside Ziji Hall, waiting for his release.
Every ray of cold wind was more painful than a knife cutting flesh for him who was suffering from frost poison.
But his coughing stopped before the emperor came out.
He tried not to cough in front of the emperor.
Even though he couldn't help coughing over the years, it had become his only way to relieve the pain.
He is strong.
At this moment, he pursed his lips and said nothing, but tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
These tears are hot.
Emperor Daqi held the piece of white jade in his hand and looked at him quietly.
There was silence for a while, and then he asked: "Jiang Wuqi, did you order people to assassinate me? Did you send people to Jiuhui Hou Lingsi to stain my name with blood?"
Jiang Wuqi shed tears and said: "Although it was not my fault, but... I was guilty of negligence!"
The emperor said quietly: "The state has national laws, and families have family rules. The crime of negligence will not lead to death."
Jiang Wuqi put his hands on the ground, lowered his head, and choked with sobs: "Father..."
Emperor Da Qi turned his hand and said, "I accept this piece of jade."
Then he flicked his sleeves, turned around and strode away.
Han Ling hurriedly followed.
Shouted: "Get up and drive!"
This sound spread very far in the huge square.
