When he saw Lei Zhanqian again, it was already at the award ceremony on the General Appointment Stage.
Although Jiang Wang's merits offset his faults, as the biggest contributor to the battle of Xingyue Plain, he had to attend the awarding ceremony.
Although the awarding ceremony had nothing to do with him.
After the battle of Xingyue Plain, Lei Zhanqian disappeared and never appeared in front of anyone again.
In the past, he was always the center of attention.
To be honest, he joined the battle of Xingyue Plain at the very last moment, before Jiang Wang, who joined the battlefield halfway, and he was not in a good mood.
Connecting this to Jiang Wuqi's incident, it was obvious that this "cousin" knew something in advance.
When he saw him again today, he looked haggard and was no longer as domineering as before. His bravery when he fought against three enemies at Xingyue Plain, and his awe-inspiring prowess when he used Thunder Punishment to replace God's Punishment on the battlefield were also nowhere to be found.
His long hair was disheveled, and his eyes were dry. Even when he received the awarding ceremony, he was absent-minded and absent-minded.
Shi Mingjin, who was in charge of the awarding ceremony, did not argue with him. He just went through the motions and asked him to step down.
Jiang Wuqi, a prince with the potential to be a wise emperor, had fallen, and even the Rain Beheading Army's commander, Yan Tu, was dragged down.
As the commander of the Nine Soldiers, it was hard to tell what Shi Mingjin was feeling.
"Sigh," Chung Geng Sheng sighed, "Brother Wang, how can you bully him in the future?"
His expression was really kind. It was as if he was not the one who angered Lei Zhanqian to go to the capital overnight and made a fortune from Lei Zhanqian.
Jiang Wang rolled his eyes at this fat man. He was a promising young man, but this guy made him sound like a bully. It was really hateful. When did I, Jiang Wang, bully anyone? Wasn't I forced to fight back?
"You should be helping others if you don't talk so much," he snorted coldly.
The two of them glared at each other and looked away. Almost at the same time, they subconsciously looked at Xie Bao Shu.
In this war, Qi's prestige had increased greatly.
Tianjiao, who had participated in the battle of Xingyue Plain, received different rewards according to their performance in the battle. With these people's family backgrounds, the credit that should belong to them should not be less than a single cent. The problems that were attributed to them were minimized as much as possible.
After this great battle, at the very least, he would be able to become a deputy general at the level of nine soldiers.
Of course, in terms of official rank, they were all below Lord Jiang's Third Grade Golden Melon Warrior.
Jiang Qingyang was still the most powerful person in the Qi Department even though he hadn't reached the God Realm.
At this time, Xie Bao Shu was standing on the stage to receive the reward. He was very high-spirited.
After the great battle in the Star Moon Plain, he had faced life and death and obtained glory. He had thought it through.
If he couldn't defeat Jiang Wang, then so be it.
A good man's ambition was a thousand miles, how could he be trapped and forgiven by small grudges?
If Miss Wen wants to get married, then so be it.
A real man doesn't have to worry about not having a wife!
He walked down from the stage and glanced around proudly. When he saw Chung Geng Sheng and Jiang Wang, he nodded very gracefully.
His meaning was clear — I, Xie Bao Shu, am magnanimous and forgive you!
Chung Geng Sheng below the stage frowned. "Is Xie Xiaobao provoking us?"
"That's right!" Jiang Wang said, "Look, he's even nodding condescendingly!"
The two of them looked at each other and reached a tacit agreement about their next goal.
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…
Shi Mingzhen's time was very precious, so the entire reward ceremony was simple and fast.
In fact, if it wasn't for the political significance of "defeating Jing Kingdom", based on the scale of the battle in the Star Moon Plain, the Military God wouldn't be supervising the battle and the Commander of the Nine Soldiers to host the reward ceremony after the battle.
From the fact that the reward ceremony was held at the General Appointment Stage instead of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, it could be seen that the symbolic significance of this battle was greater than its practical significance. The game behind the battle was the key between Qi and Jing.
Soon, the reward ceremony came to an end. Li Longchuan, who performed well, got the military position of Commander of the Nine Soldiers. Chung Geng Sheng, who didn't have time to perform, got the military position of Deputy Commander of the Nine Soldiers. As for Yan Fu, who used Daoyuan Stones to decorate the battle, he got a lucrative position in the Ministry of Revenue.
Of course, the concept of "lucrative" was only relative to other people. For Young Master Yan, there was no such thing as "lucrative". Anyway, he had to pay for his position.
After the battle in the Star Moon Plain, if the political significance wasn't taken into consideration, Yan Fu was the only Tianjiao in the entire Qi army who lost money! And the hole he lost couldn't be filled at all. However, this "hole" was only relative. If it was a hole in other people's bodies, it would probably be a needle hole in his body. He didn't care.
Chung Geng Sheng wasn't dissatisfied either. At this moment, he and Jiang Wang were already thinking about where to block Xie Xiaobao's path — after all, everyone lived in Yaoguang Square. It was very convenient for them to meet each other.
At this moment, Lei Zhanqian walked straight to the two of them.
Chung Geng Sheng and Jiang Wang looked at each other. They were both confused. Except for the few times when he asked for a beating, Lei Zhanqian never took the initiative to talk to them.
Lei Zhanqian only looked at Jiang Wang and said concisely, "Jiang Qingyang. Wuqi … asked me to invite you to the Longevity Palace. He said that he has a gift for you. "
Jiang Wang was very surprised, but he still nodded and said, "Brother Lei, please lead the way."
Chung Geng Sheng didn't say anything. Jiang Wuqi was dead. No matter how close he was to the Longevity Palace now, he wouldn't be suspected. It was just a trip to the Longevity Palace. Whether it was to remember or pay respects, it wouldn't be a big problem.
"You've been to the Longevity Palace. You should know how to get there … That's it. I'll go back first."
Lei Zhanqian said and turned around.
Jiang Wang was even more surprised. "Brother Lei, aren't you going?"
Lei Zhanqian didn't look back. He just waved his hand weakly. "I'm tired. Go home and sleep."
Lei Zhanqian wasn't really stupid.
Jiang Wuqi had a gift for Jiang Wang. There were many people in the Longevity Palace. Why did he ask Lei Zhanqian to invite him?
It was obvious that he wanted to use this opportunity to resolve the conflict between him and Jiang Wang.
Jiang Qingyang was now at the peak of his power. Among the younger generation of Qi and Tianjiao, only Jung Genzun could compare to him.
To be honest, after Jiang Wuqi died, Lei Zhanqian couldn't defeat him.
The Lei family was only a second-class family. Chongxuan, Li, and Yan were no match for them.
Lei Zhanqian had been defeated by Jiang Wang three times in a row. Each time, he lost more and more miserably than the last. He was defeated in the Seven Stars Valley, lost twice in the Invincible Martial Arts Practice Field, and lost three times in the Master's Ceremony. He almost lost his confidence. Now that Jiang Wang had entered the Outer Tower and defeated Chen Suan at Xingyue Plain, he was competing for the title of Invincible. Without Jiang Wuqi's support, how could Lei Zhanqian fight him?
Jiang Wuqi asked him to invite Jiang Wang because he wanted to win Jiang Wang's forgiveness for him. He wanted to use the face of a dead person to smooth over the twists and turns of his cousin.
He understood Jiang Wuqi's intentions too well.
But this "understanding" was too painful for him.
He had always thought highly of himself and considered everyone beneath him. But why did he, as the older cousin, always need Jiang Wuqi, the younger cousin, to help him save the day?
He had long been used to the voice that was always mixed with coughs. From dealing with people, to fighting and cultivation, he tirelessly reminded him time and time again. He was clearly younger than him, but since he was young, he had always acted like an elder. He always told him that this was not good, that was not good. He pointed out his problems and always took care of his reputation as the older cousin.
When he was very young, his grandfather told him that his younger cousin didn't have a mother, so he had to take good care of his younger cousin. But why, after so many years, was he, Lei Zhanqian, always the one who was taken care of?
Even now, the youth wrapped in the snow-white fox fur coat was gone forever, but he still looked at him with concern from the distance and resolved the conflict for his older cousin.
Jiang Wang also understood this.
Jiang Wang's attitude was also very good.
But how could he accept it?
Could it be that he, Lei Zhanqian, had never helped Jiang Wuqi, but had always been his burden?
He was sad because of Jiang Wuqi's sudden departure, pained because of his own powerlessness, and exhausted because all of this could not be undone.
He had once vowed to clear all obstacles for his younger cousin. For this, he did not hesitate to attack everyone in the Seven Stars Valley and took the risk to provoke Jiang Wuxie.
But had he really done anything?
He was tired.
Jiang Wang could roughly see Lei Zhanqian's complex emotions, but he did not say anything. He only looked at Chung Geng Sheng. "Do you want to accompany me to the Longevity Palace?"
"You didn't invite me," Chung Geng Sheng pursed his lips. "Don't even think about asking me to be your coachman and guard outside the palace!"
Jiang Wang was very regretful. "Then I'll take my leave first, Brother Chongxuan."
"You don't have to say goodbye so formally. I'll wait for you at your house with Shi Sheng." Chung Geng Sheng laughed again.
Since the carriage could not reach him, Lord Jiang could only helplessly walk.
As he walked, he pondered Taoist techniques. It was a pleasure of his own, and it helped to alleviate some of the misery.
Now that he was in the Outer Tower, he could try to learn the super-class yellow-level Taoist techniques "Dragon and Tiger" and "Flame Flower Incineration" that he had obtained earlier.
Although yellow-level Taoist techniques generally required the cultivation of the Immortal Arrival Realm, whether it was the "Dragon and Tiger" that he had inherited from Jiu Yang or the "Flame Flower Incineration" that he had inherited from Zuo Guanglie, Jiang Wang had some foundation in them.
Moreover, he cultivated the "Flame Flower Incineration", and he had the fire element True Samadhi Fire. The "Dragon and Tiger" was known as "a person's spine as a dragon, and could attract the eight winds as tigers". His "Buzhou Wind" was one of the eight winds.
However, it was still at the super-class level. Although he had studied it for a long time before he reached the Outer Tower, and did not slack off on his journey from Xingyue Plain to Qi, he still could not master it.
Cultivation was a long process, and powerful Taoist techniques could not be obtained overnight. Jiang Wang was not in a hurry. He just stood outside the door and slowly explored.
The General Appointment Stage was in the west of Linzi City. It was still quite a distance from the Longevity Palace.
After walking for a while, Jiang Wang had no choice but to wear a cloak to avoid being recognized and surrounded again. Now that he was in Linzi, his reputation had been pushed to the peak through his deeds again and again. Not many people would object to saying that he was the number one person in Qi, Tianjiao. It was difficult for him to casually stroll around.
Speaking of which, he was also very curious about what gift Jiang Wuqi had left for him.
He knew that he did not have much of a relationship with Jiang Wuqi.
The limited interaction between the two of them was either related to Jiang Wuyong or Lei Zhanqian. It was not pleasant at all. The only time they met in private was when they sparred to determine the number one in the Inner House.
In terms of mutual appreciation, there was indeed mutual appreciation. In terms of personal friendship, they had not had time to establish it.
Of course, Jiang Wuqi was Jiang Wuqi after all. Even if this gift was just a pretense to heal the conflict between him and Lei Zhanqian, it should still have its extraordinary aspects.
Or rather, no matter what it was. Because of the name "Jiang Wuqi", people naturally looked forward to it.
In the entire Qi Palace, the Changle, Huaying, Yangxin, and Changsheng Palaces were also very special. Standing on the outer layer of the palace, they also faintly formed the center.
When Jiang Wang arrived at the Changsheng Palace, there were still many guards outside the palace gate. Although people had left, the tea did not cool down that quickly.
It was said that the Emperor had ordered the Changsheng Palace to be preserved forever. This place should not be changed …
The person outside the palace gate was Eunuch Feng.
They had not seen each other for a while, but this old man with a pair of dark eyes looked even older. And that faint feeling of danger from his body no longer existed.
The sadness between his brows was difficult to hide, but his etiquette was still meticulous. "Lord Jiang."
Jiang Wang humbly returned the greeting and said, "Brother Lei told me that the Eleventh Prince left a gift for me."
Feng Gu looked behind him and asked, "Did Young Master Lei send you here?"
Jiang Wang said indifferently, "He was a little tired, so he went back to rest first."
Feng Gu probably knew Lei Zhanqian's temper, so he only sighed and said, "Please come this way."
He walked forward behind Feng Gu. This was the second time he came to the Changsheng Palace.
It was still a grand and majestic palace, but no matter how Jiang Wang looked, he could not find the bright feeling he had when he first came.
It had nothing to do with the lighting or the layout.
The spirit of this palace had indeed left with the sickly prince.
In the long corridor, Feng Gu's footsteps were silent, but Jiang Wang's steps were clean and steady.
He came here calmly to fulfill Jiang Wuqi's last wish.
It could be said that he had completed the evenly matched battle that day, and bid farewell to this startling rainbow that cut across the sky.
Feng Gu walked in front and suddenly said, "His Highness had always thought highly of you, Lord Jue. He often said that it was Da Qi's fortune to have a talent like you coming from the east. It was only because you were close to the Third Prince that he did not want to make things difficult for you, so he did not get close to you. "
Jiang Wang did not know what to say. He only said, "I also admire the Eleventh Prince very much."
Feng Gu did not say anything else. It was not like last time, when he could not wait to introduce Jiang Wang to him wherever he went, and his words were full of pride.
He was very old. Like this palace, some kind of support had been taken away.
He clearly had countless topics to talk about about Jiang Wuqi … but what should he say?
He was no longer here.
Once again, he led Jiang Wang to the side chamber from last time. Feng Gu took a deep breath before stopping at the door. He turned sideways and gestured for Jiang Wang to enter. "His Highness said that as long as Sir Jue takes a fancy to any item in this chamber, you can take it. We will not meet again in the future, so it can be considered as a memento for you. "
Jiang Wang remembered that this was Jiang Wuqi's study.
The place where the Master of the Changsheng Palace often stayed, naturally there would be some valuable items.
The value of "take as you wish" was difficult to measure.
After that … they would not meet again.
The news of Jiang Wuqi's death had actually been in a trance for Jiang Wang. There was an indescribable sense of unreality. Although he knew that this kind of news could not be fake, he always felt that there would be some changes.
How could such a dazzling figure die just like that?
It was not until he heard Eunuch Feng's words that he really realized —
Jiang Wuqi had indeed left.
Death did not give him any mercy because of his brilliance.
When Jiang Wang walked into the hall, the first thing he noticed was still the desk.
There was a pile of leisure books in the upper right corner of the desk.
Jiang Wuqi had once introduced them to him, saying that they were stories of righteous people with lofty ideals and evil spirits. It was rare for him to have some free time, so he read them.
Now that he thought about it, for a person like him who cared about the world, living an idle life was the greatest pain. Therefore, he needed to find some sustenance in those so-called leisure books.
If he had not been born in the imperial family, he might have also held a sword at his waist and acted chivalrously all over the world. Just like that day, he was eager to prove his valor with Jiang Wang.
He was only seventeen years old.
On the upper left corner of the desk was a bowl of medicinal soup. It had been cold for a long time, but one could still smell its bitterness.
In the middle of the desk, there was a stack of snow-white rice paper.
In addition, the brush was placed on the inkstone, and the ink had already dried up.
"His Highness left in a hurry, so I didn't pack much," Feng Gu explained behind him.
This study had two walls full of bookshelves, and all kinds of books were dazzling.
Feng Gu stood in front of the wall facing the desk and took the initiative to introduce, "These are the classics of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and there are some works of every school. Most of the ones left behind are ones that His Highness has studied and found worthy of discussion. "
Jiang Wang only gave it a cursory glance before he felt a sense of powerlessness.
Feng Gu walked in front of another wall and introduced seriously, "Here are some Taoist techniques, secret techniques, His Highness's cultivation notes, some articles written by His Highness, and some poems, calligraphy, and paintings."
The bookshelves on this wall were also piled up to the brim. It was enough to show how much Jiang Wuqi had accumulated.
Feng Gu raised his finger and pointed to the opposite wall, "These are some of His Highness's favorite exquisite objects, and there are some powerful magic weapons … Lord Jue, if you like anything, just take one."
On the shelves against this wall, there were all kinds of objects, most of which Jiang Wang had never seen before. The last time he came, he only took a quick glance, but this time … he could still see but not recognize.
In the entire study, only the wall behind the desk was empty.
Behind the desk, on the big chair that Jiang Wuqi often sat, there was a white, somewhat worn pillow. Feng Gu had no intention of introducing it.
Jiang Wang walked to the bookshelf where Jiang Wuqi's articles and notes were piled and asked aloud, "Can I flip through them?"
"As you wish," Feng Gu said.
Jiang Wang did not look at those precious secret cultivation methods, nor did he flip through the cultivation notes of this peerless Tianjiao. He just quietly flipped through some of the articles written by Jiang Wuqi.
The Eleventh Prince's thoughts on this country, this world, and life were all reflected in these articles.
Reading these articles was like making friends with the person.
He read for a long time, reading one article after another.
Feng Gu did not urge him, but just silently accompanied him.
After flipping through the articles for a while, Jiang Wang went to look at Jiang Wuqi's calligraphy and paintings.
The scroll of words at the top was obviously written not long ago and had not had time to be framed.
Jiang Wang unfolded the scroll and saw the majestic words written on it —
"Heaven did not abandon me, Da Qi, and gave birth to me, Jiang Wuqi!"
The spirit displayed in this word was very inconsistent with the Eleventh Prince's usual sickly appearance.
But it was more in line with the image of the Palace Master of Longevity, who used himself as bait to kill the spies of Qi and Ping countries.
"I'll take this word," Jiang Wang said.
"Of course you can …" Feng Gu was a little surprised. There were countless treasures in this study, most of which were secret techniques, precious weapons, and famous works of the Hundred Schools of Thought. Jiang Wang did not choose any of them, but only the last word written by Jiang Wuqi.
Although it was written by Jiang Wuqi, there was no secret about it, so it was not as precious as the other items.
He could not help but remind him, "Don't you want to think about it?"
Jiang Wang carefully rolled up the word and put it in the storage box. He said seriously, "His Highness told me to keep it as a memento. This word reminds me of him the most."
Feng Gu was a little moved, but he quickly restrained his expression and said, "You can take whatever you want, Lord Jue. This is His Highness' last wish."
"Thank you." Jiang Wang looked around. This study was full of Jiang Wuqi's traces, so fresh and clear. This was probably why Feng Gu was not willing to clean it up.
"I hope His Highness got what he wanted when he left," he said finally.
Feng Gu looked down at him.
Jiang Wang was ready to leave after he finished writing.
But at this moment, Feng Gu suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, right." He turned around and flipped through the bookshelf. He took a book and walked over.
"After Lord Jue came to the Longevity Palace last time, His Highness specially prepared this gift for you … but he didn't have time."
Jiang Wang knew that he left Qi very quickly and was being hunted down …
"What book?" He took it curiously.
It was a book with a very beautiful binding. There were five big words on the cover of the book — —
"Legend of a Thousand Beauties".
Jiang Wang suddenly remembered that last time, he seemed to have, vaguely, and indeed talked about this book with Jiang Wuqi.
There was a seal at the bottom left corner of the book. The book was "Tiandu Collection".
Lord Jue, who had been reading a lot recently, naturally knew that "Tiandu" was a well-known brand in the book industry. "Tiandu Collection" had always been synonymous with classic.
He could not help but mutter.
Why was there a mistake in Tiandu Collection?
He could completely feel that Jiang Wuqi, as the Master of the Longevity Palace, had found the Tiandu Collection's "Legend of a Thousand Beauties" just because of his casual remark.
However, he was really just casually spouting nonsense. Since he was young, he had never read any casual books at all.
But in this situation, how could he refuse the kindness of an old friend who had already passed away?
He could only accept it and say with emotion, "Your Highness has troubled me."
Feng Gu bowed respectfully. "Lord Jue, please take care. I'm old and weak, so I won't send you off."
"There's no need to send me off. Please rest … My condolences."
Jiang Wang bowed sincerely and then left alone.
Although the Longevity Palace was vast, he had already memorized the roads after a few trips.
As he walked, he casually opened the book that Jiang Wuqi gave him. He also wanted to see what was written in the casual book that the Eleventh Prince had painstakingly collected and that Chongxuan was obsessed with …
Two pages later.
Pa!
He quickly closed it.
His footsteps quickened, and his face turned red.
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