Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 1198 Longevity

  The old man has deep wrinkles on his face, which are not creaky, but his eyes are a little dark, like a shadow on glass.

   Gong Wei was not far behind, and Qiu Ji did not leave for long.

  And here is still part of the Daqi Palace, I don’t know how many strong people are sitting in town.

  But Jiang Wang still felt a little danger.

  The feeling of danger faintly radiated from the old man, but it was not aimed at him.

   Jiang Wang asked: "Which palace lord?"

   "Longevity." The old man said.

  Jiang Wuqi, Lord of the Palace of Longevity!

  Why would the prince of “the most classy today” suddenly invite him?

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

   Jiang Wang thought a lot for a moment.

  He can refuse.

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

  But he just nodded: "Since the eleventh princes are invited, please let the father-in-law lead the way."

  Although several contacts with Jiang Wuqi, the process was not pleasant. But for Jiang Wuqi himself, he didn't feel any ill feelings. On the contrary, very curious.

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

  "Qing Yangzi, please enter the sedan chair."

  While speaking, he opened the car curtain for Jiang Wang.

  Jiang Wang glanced at it, and the decoration was indeed magnificent, but empty.

   "I thought the Eleventh Prince was in the sedan chair." Jiang Wang said casually, without entering the sedan chair.

  The old man said: "The lord of the palace sees you, he is upright, there is no private matter, of course it is in the palace of longevity."

  This is to reassure Jiang Wangtun.

   "I look at the eleven princes, and I am also an upright person!"

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

  The car curtain hangs down, and the four front and back bearers gently lift the soft car and start to move.

  There is no half-minute tremor between walking.

  Jiang Wang hand opened the small window and felt the evening breeze in Linzi City. Of course, the situation outside the car is also not missed.

  And the old man in the black eunuch's costume, with his hands caged, accompanied by the sedan chair.

  Cage your hands in your sleeves, which is generally a habit formed in cold winter to keep you warm.

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

  Furthermore, with the strength of this old man, he should have been cold and hot long ago.

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

  Jiang Wang turned such a faint thought in his heart, closed his eyes and rested, and didn't mean to say anything more.

   Silence all the way.

  The sedan chair was moving very fast, and Jiang Wang was slightly familiar with the "dragon tiger" of the yellow-order Taoist technique in his mind, and the sedan chair had stopped and stepped down.

  "The Palace of Longevity 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 raised his eyes to see that the vertical plaque hanging on the palace gate contained the word "Changsheng" in the book.

The two words    are majestic, especially the word "sheng", which has a feeling of breaking through the sky. Like a person again, he asked Qingtian straightly.

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

  The old man explained to the side, with a touch of pride in his tone.

  Jiang Wang glanced at these two words again, and felt the magnificence of a father’s expectations for his child.

  "Wish the child live forever".

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

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

  Along the way, the palace maids who passed by smiled and looked beautiful, and the guards who patrolled with their chests up and heads up, with a wide view, the flowers and stones were clean, and the atmosphere in this palace was very bright.

  There is a saying, "How can we sweep the world without sweeping a house", and it also says that "ruling a country is like ruling a family".

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

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

  After entering the third palace gate, before a side hall, the first thing that came into the ear was a violent cough.

  The cough is short and sharp, intense and tight, as if he is about to die.

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

  The old man who was walking in the front shook his footsteps and disappeared.

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

   "Maybe something."

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

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

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

   just turned around and met Jiang Wang's gaze.

  The face was so pale that there was no blood.

   "Let Qing Yangzi laugh." He laughed.

  He looked calm, as if he didn't mean to be sick, and there was nothing to hide.

  The old man in the black eunuch's uniform behind him had no expression on his face at this time, but he didn't want to show worry.

  "I have seen the Eleventh Prince." Jiang Wang bowed his hand.

  There is no discussion about Jiang Wuqi's condition.

  Jiang Wuqi does not need comfort.

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

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

   Jiang Wangqian said: "Where is Jiang Wang a distinguished guest?"

  "You are my great hero, and you are a great hero for me. Of course, you are a distinguished guest, so expensive."

   Jiang Wuqi said, and while standing up, he closed the book before the case and placed it in the upper right corner, where there was already a pile of books.

  In response to Jiang Wang’s gaze, he explained by the way: “I have been free these days, and I have read some idle books...some stories about people with lofty ideals, evil spirits and heroes.”

   "Oh, free book." Jiang Wang said casually.

   Jiang Wuqi seemed to be interested: "Why, Qing Yangzi also likes to read free books?"

  Jiang Wang said truthfully: "I don't look at it very much."

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

   "Uh..." Jiang Wang had no choice but to say perfunctorily: "The Legend of the Thousand Pride of Nations?"

After    said the title of the book, he also became more confident. After all, it was a free book that Zhongxuan Fenghua loved to read, and it was not much different. So I emphasized it affirmatively: "Well. The legend of the thousand arrogances of the countries is very interesting."

   "Oh, this way." Jiang Wuqi smiled, "This book is not easy to find."

   "Ah yes." Jiang Wang consciously talked about it again and revealed his stuff, and somehow, the old man would see his gloomy eyes, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "I don't know what your majesty is inviting today?"

  "In fact, there is nothing too important." Jiang Wuqi, wrapped in a white fox fur, is like a weak jade sculpture, which seems to be broken with a light tap.

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

   "The things that the emperor did for you in the coastal waters, lonely think that she can't do it at the time. So she also rejected the idea of ​​soliciting you, Qing Yangzi don't have to be embarrassed."

After Zhang Yong's crying shrine, Jiang Wuqi's momentum plummeted. Among the ruling and the opposition, I don't know how many people looked at him coldly.

  But at this moment, he is walking slowly, and he is still extremely noble.

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

   "Ahem!"

  He gently clenched his fist, stopped in front of his lips, and coughed violently twice.

  The fur of the white fox fur on her body trembled with waves like snow.

  He stopped coughing, then looked up at Jiang Wang, and said seriously: "Qing Yangzi, I just want to see, who is the number one in the world. I wonder if you can be satisfied?"

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

  (End of this chapter)