Chapter 1198 Immortality

The old man had deep wrinkles on his face, but he was not hunched, but his eyes were a little dark, like a corner of shadow on glass.

The palace guards were not far behind him, and Qiu Ji had not been away for long.

And this place still belonged to the Great Qi Palace, and there were many strong men in charge.

But Jiang Wang still felt a hint of danger.

The sense of danger was faintly emanating from the old man, but it was not directed at him.

Jiang Wang asked: "Which palace master?"

"Changsheng." The old man said.

Changsheng Palace Master Jiang Wuqi!

Why did this prince who was "most like the current emperor" suddenly invite him?

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

Jiang Wang thought a lot in an instant.

He could refuse.

He now had the qualifications to refuse any prince's summons. Even the eleventh prince who was once the most favored by the Emperor of Qi.

But he just nodded: "Since the eleventh prince invited me, please lead the way, eunuch."

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

The old man nodded as a greeting, then turned and walked in front, leading Jiang Wang to walk a few steps, and stopped in front of a sedan chair leaning against the palace wall.

"Qingyangzi, please get in the sedan chair."

As he spoke, he lifted the curtain for Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang looked inside. 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 get in the sedan chair.

The old man said: "The palace master saw you openly and honestly, and there was no secret. Of course, you are in the Changsheng Palace."

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 chair.

The curtain of the sedan chair was lowered, and the four sedan bearers in front and behind gently lifted the sedan chair and began to move.

There was no tremor while walking.

Jiang Wang casually opened the small window and felt the breeze of Linzi City in the evening. Of course, he did not miss the situation outside the sedan.

The old man in black eunuch clothes, with his hands clasped, followed the sedan.

Putting hands in sleeves is usually a habit formed in winter to keep warm.

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

Moreover, with the strength of this old man, he should have been immune to cold and heat.

The people in Changsheng Palace are afraid of cold.

Jiang Wang thought about this lightly, and then closed his eyes and rested, without saying anything else.

Silent all the way.

The sedan moved very fast, and Jiang Wang just got familiar with the yellow-level Taoist art "Dragon and Tiger" in his mind, and the sedan bearer stopped and got off the sedan.

"We have arrived at Changsheng Palace." The old man reminded outside the sedan.

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

These two words are majestic, especially the vertical stroke of the word "生", which feels like it breaks through the sky. It is also like a person, straightening his spine and asking the sky.

"These two words are written by your majesty. There are no other palaces."

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

Jiang Wang took another look at the two words, and felt the expectation of a father for his child in addition to the grandeur.

"May my son live forever."

The architectural style of the entire Changsheng Palace is also magnificent, and even at this moment when the sky is about to get dark, it gives people a bright feeling.

Jiang Wang didn't say much, just followed the old man and walked into the Changsheng Palace.

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

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

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

Of course, history tells us that before sitting on the dragon throne, everything may not be true.

After entering the third palace gate, in front of a side hall, the first thing that came into my ears was a violent cough.

The cough was short and rapid, violent and tight, as if he was about to die.

Listening to this sound, you are very worried that he will cough out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, etc.

The old man walking in front of him disappeared with a shake of his footsteps.

Jiang Wang thought about it and walked slowly into the side hall.

"It's okay."

Before entering the side hall, he first heard such a sentence.

After entering the side hall, he saw Jiang Wuqi at first sight.

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

At this time, he turned his head and met Jiang Wang's gaze.

His face was pale and bloodless.

"I'm sorry to make Qingyangzi laugh." He smiled.

His expression was calm, as if he didn't care about the serious illness and had nothing to hide.

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

"Meet the Eleventh Prince." Jiang Wang bowed his hands.

No discussion of Jiang Wuqi's condition.

Jiang Wuqi didn't need comfort.

Jiang Wuqi coughed twice before saying, "I just heard that Qingyangzi entered the palace today, so I asked someone to invite him. I didn't think I could invite a distinguished guest."

He had a calm smile on his face: "But give it a try."

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

"You are a hero of my Great Qi, and you have brought glory to my Great Qi. Of course you are a distinguished guest, and you are invaluable."

Jiang Wuqi said, standing up, closing a book on the table and putting it in the upper right corner, where a pile of books were already stacked.

Facing Jiang Wang's gaze, he explained: "I've had some free time recently, and I've read a lot of idle books... some stories about benevolent people, evil ghosts 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 read much."

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

"Uh..." Jiang Wang had to perfunctorily say: "The Thousand Pride of Various Countries?"

After saying this book title, he was more confident. After all, it was an idle book that Chongxuan Fenghua liked to read, so it couldn't be much worse. So he emphasized it affirmatively: "Yeah. The Thousand Proud Stories of Various Nations is quite interesting."

"Oh, so." Jiang Wuqi smiled: "This book is not easy to find."

"Yeah." Jiang Wang felt that if he continued to talk, he would be exposed, and for some reason, the old man looked at him strangely, so he quickly changed the subject and said: "I wonder why Your Highness invited you today?"

"Actually, there is nothing too important." Jiang Wuqi, wrapped in a white fox fur, was like a weak jade sculpture, as if it would break if it was hit lightly.

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

"I admit that I couldn't do what my sister did for you near the sea. So I gave up the idea of ​​recruiting you, Qingyangzi, don't make it difficult."

After Zhang Yong cried at the temple, Jiang Wuqi's momentum plummeted. In the court and the public, countless people looked at him coldly.

But at this moment, he walked slowly, still very noble.

Although he looked thin and weak at first glance, he actually had a sense of grandeur in inspecting the mountains and rivers.

"Cough cough!"

He gently clenched his fist, blocked his lips, and coughed violently twice.

The fur of the white fox fur on his body trembled like snow.

He stopped coughing, then looked up at Jiang Wang and said seriously: "Qingyangzi, I want to see who is the best in the world. I wonder if you can satisfy me?"

May Mr. Yuan Longping defeat the disease. May he live forever.