After walking for a while, Jiang Wang had to put on a cloak to avoid being recognized and blocked again. Now he is in Linzi, and through his deeds one after another, his reputation has already reached its peak. He is said to be the leader of Qi State.

The first genius, few people would object to it. It is already difficult to relax and hang out.

Speaking of which, he was also curious about what gifts Jiang Wuqi left for him.

He asked himself that he actually had no friendship with Jiang Wuqi.

The limited interactions between the two people were either related to Jiang Wuyong or Lei Zhanqian, which was really not pleasant. The only time they got along in private was the competition to verify the number one position in the inner palace.

When it comes to mutual sympathy, there is indeed some. But when it comes to personal friendship, we haven't had time to establish it yet.

Of course, Jiang Wuqi was Jiang Wuqi after all. Even if this gift was just a pretense to bridge the conflict between him and Lei Zhanqian, it should have its own extraordinary qualities.

In other words, no matter what it is. Because of the name "Jiang Wuqi", people naturally look forward to it.

Among the entire Qihuang Palace palace complex, the four palaces of Changle, Huaying, Yangxin, and Changsheng are also quite special. Standing on the outer layer of the palace complex, they also have their own distinct centers.

When Jiang Wang arrived at the Changsheng Palace, there were quite a few guards outside the palace gate. Although the people left, the tea did not cool down so quickly.

I heard that the Emperor ordered that the Palace of Eternal Life be preserved forever, so this place should not change...

It was Eunuch Feng who greeted him outside the palace gate.

It's just that I haven't seen him for a while, and this old man with a pair of dark eyes looks even more aged. And the vague feeling of danger in him no longer exists.

The sadness between his eyebrows could not be concealed, but his etiquette was still meticulous: "Master Jiang."

Jiang Wang returned the gift humbly and then said: "Brother Lei told me that His Highness Eleven left a gift for me."

Feng Gu glanced behind him: "Did Mr. Lei send you here?"

Jiang Wang said nonchalantly: "He is a little tired, so he went back to rest first."

Feng Gu probably knew Lei Zhanqian's temper, so he just sighed and said, "Please come this way."

Follow Feng Gu and walk forward. This is the second time we come to Changsheng Palace.

It was still such a majestic palace, but no matter how Jiang Wang searched, he could no longer see the bright feeling he had when he first arrived.

It has nothing to do with light or layout.

The spirit of this palace had indeed left with the sickly prince.

On the long corridor, Feng Gu's footsteps were silent, but Jiang Wang's steps were clean and sure.

He came here calmly to keep Jiang Wuqi's life-long promise.

It can be regarded as an end to the equally divided battle that day, and to bid farewell to this startling rainbow that pierced the sky.

Feng Gu was walking in front and suddenly said: "His Highness has always been very optimistic about the Lord. He often said that it is a blessing for Qi to have talents like you coming to Qi. It's just because you are close to His Highness the Third Highness that he doesn't want to make you

I was embarrassed, so I didn’t get close to him more."

Jiang Wang didn't know what to say, so he just said: "I also admire His Highness Eleven very much."

Feng Gu stopped talking. Unlike last time, he wanted to introduce Jiang Wang to wherever he went, and he was full of pride in his words.

He is very old. Like this palace, some kind of support has been taken away.

Regarding Jiang Wuqi, he obviously has countless topics that he can expand on...but what should he say?

The person is no longer here.

Still leading Jiang Wang to the side hall from the last time, Feng Gu took a deep breath, stopped at the door, and made a sideways gesture to invite in: "His Highness said, any object in this hall, Sir,

As long as you like it, you can take it for yourself. If we don't see each other again, it can be regarded as leaving a message to Sir Alex."

Jiang Wang remembered that this was Jiang Wuqi's study.

The place where the Lord of the Palace of Eternal Life often stays, naturally contains some valuable objects.

The value of this word "any choice" is difficult to measure.

Since then... we haven't seen each other.

The news of Jiang Wuqi's death has always been vague to Jiang Wang, with an unspeakable sense of unreality. Although he knew that this kind of news could not be faked, he still wondered whether there would be any changes.

How could such a glorious person die just because he was dead?

It wasn't until he heard Eunuch Feng's words that he really realized

Jiang Wuqi indeed left.

Death does not grant any tolerance because of his dazzlingness.

When Jiang Wang walked into the hall, the first thing he noticed was still the writing desk.

There is a pile of idle books in the upper right corner of the desk.

Jiang Wuqi once introduced it as a story about some benevolent people and evil heroes. He rarely had time to spare, so he read it.

Thinking about it now, for a person like him who cares about the world, living idle is really the greatest pain. So he needs to find some sustenance in those so-called idle books.

If he hadn't been born into an emperor's family, he might have carried a sword at his waist and performed chivalrous acts of justice all over the world, rejoicing in grudges and grudges. Just like that day, he was eager to try and prove his bravery with Jiang Wang.

He is only seventeen years old.

In the upper left corner of the desk is a bowl of medicinal soup. It has been cold for a long time, but it can still smell bitter.

In the middle of the desk, there is a stack of snow-white rice paper.

Besides, the brush was resting on the inkstone, and the ink had dried up.

"Your Highness left in a hurry, so I didn't do much to clean him up." Feng Gu explained from behind.

This study room has two entire walls covered with bookshelves, filled with a wide variety of books.

Feng Gu stood in front of the wall facing the bookcase and took the initiative to introduce: "There are hundreds of classics here, and there are basically some works from each school. Most of the ones left behind have been studied by His Highness and feel that they are of some value for discussion.

"

Jiang Wang only glanced at it briefly, and then he felt as if he was looking at the ocean and sighed.

Feng Gu walked to another wall and introduced it carefully: "Here are some Taoism, secret techniques, His Highness's practice notes, some articles written by His Highness, and some poems, calligraphy and paintings."

The bookshelves on this wall are also extremely full, which shows Jiang Wuqi's accumulation.

Feng Gu raised his hand and pointed to the opposite side: "Here are some exquisite objects that His Highness likes, and some of them are powerful magic weapons... whatever your lordship likes, just take one for yourself."

On the shelves against this wall, there are various utensils stacked up, most of which Jiang Wang has never seen before. Last time he came here, he only had a quick glance, but this time he took a closer look... he still couldn't see anything.

In the entire study, only the wall behind the desk was blank.

After writing the desk, there was a white, somewhat worn pillow on the big chair where Jiang Wuqi usually sat. Feng Gu had no intention of introducing it.

Jiang Wang walked to the bookshelf where Jiang Wuqi's articles and notes were stacked, and asked aloud, "Can I read it?"

"You can do whatever you want." Feng Gu said.

He didn't look at those precious secrets of practice, nor did he read the practice notes of this peerless genius. Jiang Wang just quietly read through some articles written by Jiang Wuqi.

The eleventh prince's thoughts on this country, this world, and life are all reflected in these articles.

Reading his articles is like interacting with other people.

I watched it for a long time and read it piece by piece.

Feng Gu didn't urge him, he just stayed by his side silently.

After reading the articles for a while, Jiang Wang turned to Jiang Wuqi's calligraphy and paintings.

The scroll of words placed at the top was obviously written not long ago and had not yet been framed.

Jiang Wang unfolded it, only to see a majestic and majestic calligraphy

"Heaven will not abandon me Da Qi, but give birth to me Jiang Wuqi!"

The energy and spirit shown in this calligraphy are very inconsistent with the frail and sickly appearance of the Eleventh Prince.

But it is more in line with the image of the Changsheng Palace Master who used his body as a bait to kill the spies of Qi Jingping and other countries.

"I want this calligraphy." Jiang Wang said.

"Of course it's possible..." Feng Gu was a little surprised. There were countless treasures in this study, most of them secret treasures and famous works from hundreds of schools of thought. However, Jiang Wang didn't choose anything, only the last one handwritten by Jiang Wuqi.

That word.

Although it was written by Jiang Wuqi, it does not contain any secret magical powers and is really no more precious than other objects.

He couldn't help but remind: "Don't you think about it anymore?"

Jiang Wang carefully rolled up the calligraphy and put it away in the storage box, and said seriously: "His Highness asked me to keep it in mind. This calligraphy reminds me of him the most."

Feng Gu was a little moved, but he quickly calmed down and said: "You can take whatever you want, Your Highness. This is His Highness's last command."

"Thank you." Jiang Wang looked around. There were traces of Jiang Wuqi everywhere in the study. They were so vivid and clear. This was probably the reason why Feng Gu didn't want to clean them up.

"I hope His Highness will get what he wants when he leaves," he said at last.

Feng Gu lowered his eyes to face him.

After finishing the words, Jiang Wang was ready to leave.

But then Feng Gu suddenly remembered something.
To be continued...