Chapter 1375: Joint Sacrifice

Speaking of which, the Prince's Mansion and Jiang Wang had a "relationship".

The Jubao Chamber of Commerce had an honorary elder named Cao Xing, who was the man of He Fu, the Prince of the Great Qi.

To put it bluntly, he was the honorary elder of He Fu in the Jubao Chamber of Commerce.

Xu Fang was interrogated outside the Qingshi Palace, which opened the prelude to the collapse of the Jubao Chamber of Commerce and directly cut off He Fu's financial path.

Later, Chong Xuansheng dismantled the Jubao Chamber of Commerce, and Jiang Wang killed Su She, completely sending this once glorious chamber of commerce organization into the dust.

In this regard, although Jiang Wang had no direct conflict with the Prince's Mansion, there were still contradictions when he looked into it.

However, He Zhen really had no intention of causing trouble for Jiang Wang today, or he had had ideas before, but Jiang Wang's speed of advancement was much faster than the speed at which his ideas came into being.

So when he made up his mind, the so-called opponent was already a third-rank golden melon warrior of the Great Qi, and was given the title of Qingyangzi!

He is much better than him in every aspect.

It can be said that apart from his royal relationship, he has nothing to praise in front of Jiang Wang.

They met in Changsheng Palace today, and he really wanted to make friends.

Not long ago, he was caught by Zheng Shangming, the son of Beiya Duwei, for riding a car in a busy city, and was killed as a warning to the monkey. The Daqi Guojiu Mansion sounds glamorous, but because the prince and the queen don't support it, they can't do anything to Beiya at all. That matter can only be pinched and accepted.

But in detail, Jiang Wang and Zheng Shangming have always been friends. And according to rumors, Zheng Shi intends to resign as Beiya Duwei, and Jiang Qingyang, who showed his style in Xingyueyuan, is very likely to take this powerful position.

If he makes friends with Jiang Wang, will Zheng Shangming still trouble him in the future?

Isn't Beiya still walking sideways?

Not to mention that Jiang Wang is a recognized peerless beauty with a promising future.

If he recruits this person for the prince, will his father still scold him for being unlearned and unskilled, and will the queen still look down on his nephew?

He knows that he has no weight, but the prince is the heir to the throne and the future emperor of the Qi Dynasty. No matter how arrogant Jiang Qingyang is, can he not give face to the future emperor of Qi?

Making friends is not that complicated.

He really wants to make friends sincerely, and even has thought about where to invite Jiang Wang to have fun after the funeral. Although there is a rule that the Lord of Changsheng Palace cannot have fun during the mourning period, He Zhen is also a person with connections. If the four famous halls cannot be visited, there are other places to pursue dreams.

Who would have thought that the Lord of Huaying Palace would get angry when he said so?

He asked himself that since he entered the palace, he had been well-mannered and had never neglected this prince. Why did he get angry for no reason?

Damn it, these Jiangs are all moody!

He Zhen cursed in his heart, trying to dilute the fear of drowning, while sneaking out of the palace in shame.

"He Zhen, what are you doing here sneakily?" A graceful voice sounded at the right time.

He Zhen felt his head supported by a gentle force, and then the whole person was "lifted" up, standing there with his head held high and chest puffed out.

Of course, he recognized his aunt, the queen, as well as his cousin, the prince, and the princess's cousin.

But his mind was still confused.

It was not until the old eunuch in Changsheng Palace knelt down and saluted: "Greetings to Her Majesty the Queen, Greetings to the Prince and the Princess."

He came to his senses and saluted honestly.

After he saluted as usual, the Queen of Daqi asked again: "What's the matter?"

At this time, Jiang Wang in the palace had already stood up to show his respect for the Queen. Subconsciously, he glanced at Jiang Wuyou with his peripheral vision. Jiang Wuyou was still standing there, with no expression on his face.

At such a close distance, with the cultivation of the Queen of Daqi, of course, she would not fail to notice what happened in the palace, so this question now is quite meaningful.

"Uh..." He Zhen hesitated for a moment and said, "Nothing, I have already offered incense to His Highness the Eleventh Prince, and I am about to leave because of something at home."

He was not stupid enough to take the opportunity to complain to the Queen Aunt.

Jiang Wuhua on the side said in a gentle voice: "Then go slower on your way back."

Obviously, His Highness the Crown Prince intended to settle the matter peacefully.

But Queen He disagreed.

She looked at Jiang Wuyou standing next to the coffin and asked in a calm voice: "Wuyou, is that so?"

Since ancient times, it has been difficult for the royal family to have family affection.

As the Queen of Daqi, she has always held down her brother and nephew to prevent them from causing trouble. Even when He Zhen was arrested by the Northern Yamen for driving a car in a busy city last time, she refused to come forward to save him.

Because she knew very well that even if she did nothing, her blood relationship with He Zhen was there. The Bei Ya would at most follow the rules and would never dare to go too far. Those cannibalistic means would not fall on He Zhen.

And if she came forward to save He Zhen and let him violate the Qi law, it would really open the devil's cage. It would only release the endless greed of He Zhen and his son. Her one point of pity here could be expanded into a hundred times of support by He Fu in the outside world.

She has always been a very sober person. She understands that the reason why the He family can replace the Yin family, in addition to Jiang Wuhua, is largely because the He family has no foundation, which can make the emperor feel at ease.

She has always restrained the expansion of the He family's power and made it clear that Jiang Wuhua himself is the only foundation. How glorious was Jiang Wuliang's mother's Yin family back then, and how is it now?

But...

As her only brother, He Fu did not dare to ask for an official position or a title in order not to cause trouble to the prince. Even if he wanted to earn some extra money, he would stop as soon as there was any sign of trouble.

As her brother's only son, He Zhen was still doing nothing in his thirties and could only hang around in brothels all day. Although He Zhen had no ability, there were many people in the world who had no ability but occupied lucrative positions. He could not get involved in anything. Wasn't he also suffering for the prince?

Queen He did not say anything, but every time she looked at her aging brother, how could she not feel pity?

If He Zhen had committed any crime, it would be fine. Today, he just said a few words and spoke a little louder. Jiang Wuyou drove him away like a pig and a dog. It was really too much!

He didn't take her, the Queen of Daqi, seriously!

She was unwilling to lightly expose it today. First, she wanted to establish her dignity as the Queen of Daqi. Second, she was really dissatisfied. Third, she was also testing Jiang Wuyou's confidence.

She wanted to ask what Jiang Wuyou wanted to do.

Having been called by name, Jiang Wuyou could not turn a deaf ear to it. She turned around and saluted to Queen He, saying, "Mother."

"No need to be polite." Queen He raised her hand to stop him, but she was unwilling to skip the question: "Tell your mother what happened just now, Wuyou?"

Although the voice was not harsh, the atmosphere in the entire mourning hall had suddenly become solemn.

"Okay, mother." Jiang Wuhua spoke to smooth things over: "Today is Xiaoyi..."

"Did I ask you, prince?" Queen He did not even turn her head, but told the prince to shut up.

He Zhen was feeling both nervous and excited at this time.

How many years has it been?

His aunt, who is the queen, finally gave him a head start!

And in front of the owner of Huaying Palace!

Is this the beginning of the peak of his life?

Looking at Linzi City, who dares to mess with him, Mr. He, in the future?

But this mixed feeling of nervousness and excitement was soon doused with a basin of cold water.

Jiang Wuyou just glanced at him lightly: "Then he should not leave, just stay here and wait to be an eyesore to his father."

Feng Gu, the chief eunuch of Changsheng Palace, who was kneeling outside the palace, was motionless like a sculpture.

Jiang Wuhua was silent, and He Zhen froze.

Even Jiang Wuyong, who had been kneeling beside the coffin and sobbing softly, forgot to cry at this moment.

Jiang Wang's eyes twitched.

The third princess said that she just had a bad temper before, which was too modest...

"Wuyou, you have really grown up."

Queen He said this coldly, turned around and looked at He Zhen: "Why are you still standing there?"

"Ah?" He Zhen didn't react at all.

The queen's face was completely free of anger, and she only said in a light voice: "Palace Master Huaying asked you to leave, didn't you hear it?"

Jiang Wuhua reached out and stroked He Zhen's back to comfort him: "Ah Zhen, you go back first."

He Zhen lowered his head.

"I... take my leave."

He walked out in a daze, and saw several big men who stopped halfway, namely, Cao Jie, the commander of the Spring Death Army, Xiu Yuan, the commander of the Prisoner Lightning Army, and Chen Fu, the court doctor.

These big men obviously noticed what happened in the mourning hall, and did not want to be involved in the trouble of the royal family, so they stopped here temporarily.

He Zhen felt more and more embarrassed.

He even felt that everyone sitting at the memorial service was secretly laughing at him...

Who would not find it ridiculous?

But what can he do?

He could only bury his head lower.

...

Inside the mourning hall, Jiang Wang remained silent.

He found that he seemed to have come a little early. At this time, the mourning hall was almost full of royal family members. He was the only outsider, and he felt particularly restrained and awkward.

Perhaps he should not have mocked Chong Xuan Pang. He came here first, but he did not get anything good...

It was really hard to watch the royal family staring at each other here, saying nothing and not saying anything.

When Jiang Wuhua walked in, he cast a comforting look.

The Crown Princess Song Ning'er next to him was a dignified woman with plain face and elegant manners. But her personality should not be rigid. She looked at Jiang Wang, a young man of the Da Qi generation, with some curiosity.

Jiang Wang was not curious about the Crown Princess, but felt that there seemed to be some difference between the Crown Princess' plain face and Jiang Wuyou's plain face, but he couldn't tell what the difference was.

The Queen of Da Qi walked forward expressionlessly, with a graceful demeanor and majestic eyes.

The maids and eunuchs who accompanied her stayed outside the hall.

No one spoke in the hall, and there was no other sound.

This made the Queen's light footsteps seem heavy.

Jiang Wuyou silently gave up the seat next to the coffin, said nothing, and walked straight to Jiang Wang's side, but did not sit down immediately. He only glanced at the chair where He Zhen had sat.

Jiang Wang reacted, stood up quickly, and swapped the chair with the one next to it.

Jiang Wuyou then sat down, but still didn't speak.

Jiang Wang sat at the outermost edge of the mourning hall. From here, he could see Feng Gu kneeling outside the hall... He was almost getting older and older, so old that it was unbearable to look at him.

Jiang Wang couldn't stare at Feng Gu, nor could he talk to Jiang Wuyou, and of course he couldn't stare at the Crown Princess, so he had to fix his sight on the coffin in the hall.

No matter how brilliant the person was, no matter how gorgeous and exquisite the coffin was, under the eternal meaning of death, there was no ripple.

The Queen's hand rested on the edge of the coffin.

Her voice was filled with a hint of sadness: "Little Eleven, you have suffered. You have been in poor health since childhood. It is not easy for you to grow up to this age, but... I am really ashamed that I failed to take good care of you."

Crown Princess Song Ning'er supported her and comforted her softly: "Mother, please be patient. Eleventh brother is in heaven, and I think he would not want you to be sad."

The prince walked alone to the other side of the coffin and came to Jiang Wuyong.

Jiang Wuyong wanted to get up and avoid him, but he held him down with his hand.

He knelt down next to Jiang Wuyong, put one hand on his shoulder and held his hand with the other: "Wuyong, you have lost your kind brother, I have lost my virtuous brother, let's..."

The voice was choked with sobs and it was difficult to continue. He just held Jiang Wuyong's hand tightly and tightly.

Jiang Wuyong only called "brother" and burst into tears.

There was actually no cushion or straw mat for kneeling on the ground, so they knelt directly on the cold ground.

And in the coffin lies a person who will never hear the sound of crying or see the tears.

Cao Jie, Xiu Yuan, Chen Fu, three high-ranking figures of Qi State, came together at this time.

They didn't say much. They greeted the queen and the prince according to the rules, and then offered incense in front of the altar.

The queen asked them to sit first, and they found their own seats and sat down.

Jiang Wuyou sat next to Jiang Wang, which disrupted the order, so they sat very casually.

Chen Fu was a man who looked very wise, with deep eyes and slightly frosted hair. After offering incense, he chose a seat behind the prince and sat down.

Xiu Yuan, who had both gentle and sharp temperaments, silently found a chair on Jiang Wang's side and sat down.

Others in Linzi's military and political leaders could not come, but he had to come. After all, it was Jiang Wuqi, who was lying in the coffin at this moment, who helped him clear his suspicion.

Cao Jie still had that bitter look, and sat silently next to Chen Fu.

Among these three people, Jiang Wang was only familiar with Cao Jie. Chen Fu had met him several times, but Xiu Yuan was the first time.

The three big men were very kind to Jiang Wang's greeting. They ignored the undercurrent between the Queen of Daqi and the Lord of Huaying Palace.

"Born in winter, the whole city is covered with snow after death."

The chanting voice rang outside the palace.

Jiang Wuxie, the ninth prince of Daqi, stepped into the mourning hall in such an atmosphere.

He looked at the coffin placed in the palace and sighed: "Even if there are real people buried with you, and the gods are in grief and blood, how can they be worthy of you, Jiang Wuqi?"

When I saw Jiang Wuxie again today, he was wearing mourning clothes, and his long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. His slightly evil and dissolute temperament was restrained a lot at once.

He walked slowly to the coffin, put a piece of white jade in the shape of a water drop into the coffin, and put it on the sole of Jiang Wuqi's foot.

Then he bowed to the queen beside the coffin: "Mother, please be patient and don't be too upset."

"Wuxie..." The queen looked at this prince with an unusually outstanding appearance and said kindly: "What did you bring to Wuqi?"

"Soul-soothing Jade." Jiang Wuxie said softly: "Although I know it is useless... it is still a sustenance."

Soul-soothing Jade is a treasure suitable for spiritual cultivation. Jiang Wuxie didn't know where he found it, but he casually buried it with Jiang Wuqi. It can be said that he was very kind.

So far, all the heirs of the Daqi royal family who are qualified to compete for the dragon have come here.

Sacrifice to Jiang Wuqi together.

Two in one, see you tomorrow.