There are deep wrinkles on the old man's face, which is not rickety, but his eyes are a little dark, as if there is a shadow on the glass.
The palace guard was not far behind him, and Churchill also left not long ago.
And this place still belongs to the Daqi Imperial Palace, and there are countless powerful people sitting here.
But Jiang Wang still felt a hint of danger.
A sense of danger faintly emanated from the old man, but it was not directed at him.
Jiang Wang asked: "Which palace master?"
"Eternal life," the old man said.
Jiang Wuqi, the master of Changsheng Palace!
Why did this prince, who was "the most like him today", suddenly invite him?
Because of Zhang Yong? Because of the leader of the Yellow River? Because of Jiang Wuyou?
Jiang Wang thought a lot at that moment.
He could have said no.
He now has the right to refuse the summons of any prince. 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 he had several contacts with Jiang Wuqi, the process was not pleasant. But he didn't have any bad feelings towards Jiang Wuqi himself. On the contrary, I am quite curious.
The old man nodded in salute, then turned around and walked ahead, guiding Jiang Wang a few steps before stopping in front of a soft sedan leaning against the palace wall.
"Qingyangzi, please enter the sedan chair."
As he spoke, he opened the sedan curtain for Jiang Wang.
Jiang Wang took a look inside and saw that the decoration was indeed grand, but empty.
"I thought the Eleventh Prince was in the sedan." Jiang Wang said casually without getting into the sedan.
The old man said: "The palace master sees you in an upright and upright manner, and has no ulterior motives. Of course you are in the Palace of Eternal Life."
This was a reassurance for Jiang Wang.
"I think the eleventh prince is also an upright person!"
Jiang Wang smiled, bent down and sat in the sedan.
The sedan curtain was lowered, and the four bearers in front and behind gently lifted the soft sedan and began to move.
There was no tremor during walking.
Jiang Wang opened the small window and felt the evening breeze in Linzi City. Of course, it is also a case of not missing the car.
The old man in black eunuch clothes walked beside the sedan with his hands folded.
Putting your hands in your sleeves is usually a habit formed to keep warm in the cold winter.
But it's still July, and the weather is far from cold.
Besides, with the strength of this old man, he should have been protected from the cold and heat for a long time.
The people in the Eternal Life Palace are all afraid of the cold.
After Jiang Wang had such a faint thought in his mind, he closed his eyes to rest and had no intention of saying anything more.
There was silence all the way.
The sedan chair was moving very fast, and Jiang Wangcai became familiar with the "Dragon and Tiger" technique of Huangji Taoism in his mind, and the bearer stopped and got off the sedan chair.
"The Palace of Eternal Life has arrived." The old man reminded outside the sedan.
Jiang Wang then bent down and got out of the sedan chair. He looked up and saw the vertical plaque hanging on the palace door with the word "immortality" written on it.
These two characters are majestic, especially the vertical character "生", which has the feeling of breaking through the sky. It's also like a person asking the sky with his straight spine.
"These two words are in His Majesty's handwriting. No other palace has them."
The old man explained from the side, with a touch of pride in his tone.
Jiang Wang glanced at these two words again and felt the grandeur and the expectations of a father for his child.
"May my son live forever."
The architectural style of the entire Changsheng Palace is also majestic, giving people a bright feeling even when it is getting late.
Jiang Wang didn't say anything more, and just followed the old man into the Palace of Eternal Life.
Along the way, the palace maids who passed by were smiling brightly, the patrolling palace guards held their chests high and their heads high, their vision was broad, the flowers and stones were clean, and the atmosphere in this palace was very bright.
There is a saying that goes, "If you don't sweep one house, how can you sweep the world?" It is 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 throne.
After walking into the third palace gate, in front of a side hall, the first thing that reached my ears was a violent cough.
The cough was short and urgent, violent and tight, as if he was about to die.
Listening to this sound, you are worried that he will cough up all his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs.
The old man walking in front disappeared in a flash of footsteps.
Jiang Wang thought for a while, then slowly walked into the side hall.
"It doesn't matter."
Before stepping into the side hall, he first heard this sentence.
After stepping into the side hall, the first thing he saw was Jiang Wuqi.
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.
At this time, he happened to turn his head and met Jiang Wang's gaze.
His face was so pale that there was no blood.
"Made Qingyangzi laugh." He said with a smile.
His expression was calm, as if he didn't care about the illness and had nothing to hide.
The old man behind him in black eunuch uniform had no expression on his face at this time, but he was unwilling to show concern.
"I've met the Eleventh Prince." Jiang Wang bowed his hands.
Jiang Wuqi's condition was not discussed.
Jiang Wuqi didn't need comfort.
Jiang Wuqi coughed twice and then said: "I just heard that Qingyangzi entered the palace today, so I went to invite someone. I didn't think I could invite distinguished guests."
With a calm smile on his face: "But give it a try."
Jiang Wangqian said: "How can Jiang Wang be considered a distinguished guest?"
"You are the hero of our Daqi, and you are the hero of our Daqi. Of course you are an honored guest, and you are beyond words."
As Jiang Wuqi spoke, he stood up and casually closed the book in front of the case and placed it in the upper right corner, where a pile of books was already stacked.
Facing Jiang Wang's gaze, he explained casually: "I've been free these days, so I've been reading some idle books... some stories about people with lofty ideals, ghosts and heroic heroes."
"Oh, Xianshu." 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 much of it."
Jiang Wuqi seemed to be particularly interested in this topic: "You might as well tell me what you have seen."
"Uh..." Jiang Wang could only say perfunctorily: "The legend of thousands of proud people from all over the world?"
After saying the title of the book, he became more confident. After all, it was a leisure book that Zhongxuan Fenghua liked to read, so it was not much different. So he affirmatively emphasized: "Yes. The legend of thousands of proud people from all over the world is quite interesting."
"Oh, that's it." Jiang Wuqi said with a smile, "This book is not easy to find."
"Ah yes." Jiang Wang felt that if he continued to talk, his secret would be exposed. And for some reason, the old man looked at him with a strange and sinister look. He quickly changed the subject and said, "I wonder why Your Highness invites you today?"
"Actually, it's nothing too important." Jiang Wuqi, wrapped in a white fox fur, looked like a frail jade sculpture that would break into pieces if knocked lightly.
He pressed the book with his long and thin fingers and walked out from behind the desk.
"What the imperial sister did for you in the offshore area, I thought I couldn't do it at that time. So I gave up all my thoughts on recruiting you. Qingyangzi doesn't have to be embarrassed."
After Zhang Yong's Crying Temple, Jiang Wuqi's popularity plummeted. I don’t know how many people in the government and the public looked at each other with cold eyes.
But at this moment, he was walking slowly, still showing his dignity.
Although he may look thin and frail at first glance, he actually has a majestic feeling like he is patrolling the mountains and rivers.
"Ahem!"
He lightly clenched his fist, held it in front of his lips, and coughed twice.
The fur of the white fox fur on her body trembled in waves like snow.
He stopped coughing, then looked up at Jiang Wang and said seriously: "Qingyangzi, I just want to see who is the best in the world. I wonder if you can be satisfied?"
