The east palace is called Changle, which is the residence of the prince and the crown prince's Hua Pavilion.
As usual, the prince also has a team of civil servants who are responsible for handling some political affairs.
It is a matter of personal responsibility for the prince and the country to share their worries.
Just like Jiang Wuliang back then, he even directly participated in government affairs and became a leader in the world.
Zhengshitang, Military Affairs Hall, all state affairs could not be bypassed by him. Even during the Qi-Xia struggle for hegemony, his opinions were contrary to those of the Qi Emperor, and the war and peace talks were in a stalemate between the government and the opposition...
Of course everyone knows the final result.
However, the current crown prince Jiang Wuhua is lazy by nature and is not the same as his predecessors. He avoids everything he can, and will never touch anything that is not under the control of the East Palace. He will never handle ambiguous matters, which are political affairs forcibly arranged by Emperor Qi.
He just managed to hold his nose and handle one or two things. Although he handled them very properly, after all, there were few things to do and no credit for them.
The entire East Palace is like him, unable to handle a few serious matters all year round. It can be said that he is the prince with the weakest sense of presence since the founding of Qi State.
No wonder his younger brothers and sisters have risen up one after another, competing with him for the heirloom. Jiang Wuyou, Jiang Wuxie, Jiang Wuqi, which one is not a hero? They need talent and talent, means and means, and each has his own background.
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As for the crown prince, Jiang Wuhua, there is nothing outstanding about his talent, talent, or work. Even his mother's family is very ordinary. The He family has little influence. When Jiang Wuliang was deposed, his biological mother, Queen Yin, was also beaten.
He entered the cold palace and died of anger in less than a year.
Perhaps in order to balance the power of his relatives, the current emperor appointed He, who had no foundation, as the queen.
The He family is too ordinary. There are hundreds of aristocratic families in Linzi, but the He family is not even ranked. Queen He's only brother, He Fu, has mediocre talents. The next generation of the He family, He Zhen, is just a fool...
…can’t provide any help at all.
Jiang Wuhua seemed to have gained an advantage after Jiang Wuliang was deposed just because he was born early and was older.
But what advantage is "being born early and being older"? Then there is an older one who is still trapped in the Bluestone Palace!
The water in Linzi City is very deep, and everyone is thinking about their own affairs. There are countless undercurrents and conflicts under the water. No one can see the result clearly until the water comes out.
At this moment, Jiang Wuhua was pruning flowers in the garden with a pair of sharp scissors.
His movements are very slow and meticulous, and he pays attention to every detail.
A fair-faced and beardless official stood behind him, leaned in slightly, and reported in a low voice: "The Qingyang Town man's failure at Wen Yushui Pavilion probably means that we couldn't come to an agreement. But it seems that he got a good result at Huaying Palace.
There is no movement in the Changsheng Palace. The Ninth Prince seems to have no intention of contacting Qingyang Zhennan. However, the Lei family is very concerned about him. You have ordered that the first priority in inquiring about information is not to expose yourself, so more detailed information is not available for the time being.
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He spoke very quickly, but clearly: "The Bluestone Palace is still dead silent, not even a sound. In my opinion, Your Highness, you don't need it at all..."
His words stopped.
Because Jiang Wuhua stopped holding the big scissors in his hand and looked at him.
“I just listen, you just see. You don’t need to have opinions. You don’t need to have opinions. You don’t need to tell me what you think. What do you think.”
“Can you understand?” he asked.
The internal officer swallowed his saliva and said, "...Yes."
Jiang Wuhua didn't have any mighty and stern expression. When he said these words, the muscles on his face were even completely stretched and not offensive.
But who can ignore his opinion?
Hearing the officer's answer, Jiang Wuhua nodded with satisfaction, then took a good look at the flower branches in front of him, made sure, and then continued to wave his scissors.
The internal officer was standing beside him, motionless.
I don’t know how long it took, but Jiang Wuhua’s nose suddenly moved.
He smiled happily: "My soup is ready!"
Putting the big scissors into the hand of the eunuch, Jiang Wuhua warned in a gentle voice: "You continue to trim, and you must make it look like the princess is satisfied. Don't make any mistakes. Put other things aside first, this is the most important thing."
Then he turned around easily and walked toward the dining room alone.
It seems that the Qingshi Palace, Huaying Palace, Yangxin Palace, and Changsheng Palace are not as important as the soup he makes.
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When he returned to Qi State, Jiang Wang was in a hurry. He only tried the challenge of blessed land on February 15th and was defeated hastily.
From Bachi Mountain, which is ranked 40th, we retreated to Nonsan, which is ranked 41st.
Jiang Wang has long been accustomed to this kind of straight decline. It is endless fun to compete with strong people. On the premise that there is no danger to his life, it is an extreme enjoyment for a person like him who has lofty pursuits. Of course, if It is even more satisfying to gain victory.
Basically, as long as he has time, he will not miss every battle. The only concern is that one day he will be knocked out of the blessed land, and it will be difficult to have such an opportunity. Fortunately, there are seventy-two blessed lands in Taixuan, and there is still some room to retreat.
In Taixu Illusion’s monthly Blessed Land challenge, he basically had no chance of victory. It was not like he was making great progress in the sword discussion arena, and finally reached the top 100, ranking ninety-sixth.
It is worth mentioning that Zuo Guangshu is currently ranked 64th in Taixuhuan Realm.
Jiang Wang thinks that if his combat power is fully utilized, he will be much stronger than Zuo Guangshu. If he has enough time, it shouldn't be a problem to break into the top thirty.
I just don’t know how many inner realm monks have been absorbed into the Taixu Illusion Realm, and what level of strength this level can reach in the entire world.
Because the ranking is not displayed after the 100th place, perhaps only the people behind Taixu Illusion know the answer.
During this time, Jiang Wang could vaguely feel that some subtle changes were taking place in Taixu Illusionary Realm, but if he looked into it carefully, he couldn't tell where the changes were. But it was definitely not an illusion.
It is impossible to hide the existence of Taixu Illusion from everyone, but the attitudes of the major forces are very ambiguous. There is neither publicity nor resistance by hundreds of people. People from such family backgrounds as Zuo Guangshu and Chongxuan Sheng
, all the words about Taixu Fantasy Realm are unclear.
Maybe it won’t be long before things change.
And Jiang Wang is looking forward to that kind of change happening.
After completing his daily practice, Jiang Wang continued to focus on the relevant information about the offshore islands, hoping to open up an idea and find a way to save Zhu Biqiong.
This matter is extremely difficult. Even with the help of Jiang Wuyou and Zhong Xuansheng, the chance of success is very slim.
Percent of hard work, only one cent of gain.
While I was thinking, there was a loud noise in the courtyard outside.
This is Xiashan Beppu in Chongxuan Sheng, so it is usually not so noisy.
Jiang Wang pushed the door open with doubts, and heard the voice of Chongxuan Sheng's uncle, Chongxuan Mingguang, the eldest son of Bowang Marquis, from afar.
“These orphans and widowers have come to our door. We, the Chongxuan family, cannot ignore it. Where is Xiao Shengren? Where is he? Let him come out! Can we, the Bowang Hou Mansion, be stabbed in the back?”
If you neglect talent, virtue, and focus on Xuan Ming Guang and really appearance.
He is already very old, and his cultivation is far behind him, but he is still exceptionally elegant. His clothes and accessories are all appropriate, and every strand of his hair is carefully taken care of.
When he spoke at this time, his voice was mellow, adding a touch of intimacy. If an unfamiliar person met him for the first time, it would be difficult not to trust him.
When Jiang Wang came here, he saw a large number of old and weak women and children gathered in the courtyard. The children were crying and the old people were howling. Each one was more miserable than the other. The scene was extremely unpleasant.
One is crying about being hungry, the other is crying that he doesn’t want to live anymore, and another is saying that he can’t live any longer and is about to be forced to death, etc.
If someone who didn’t know anything saw this scene, they would probably think that Chong Xuan Sheng had done something outrageous like digging up graves.
And Chongxuan Mingguang stood among these people and said, "The Chongxuan family will make the decision for you," making it clear that the person who came was not good.
The two servants stood aside with embarrassment on their faces, obviously not daring to stop Bowang Hou's eldest son.
Jiang Wang listened for a few times and probably understood a little bit.
After Wang Yiwu was expelled from Linzi City, Chongxuanzun's business was divided into pieces. It was inevitable that some people had no one to rely on and lost their livelihood.
This is not a problem. Ordinarily, if there is no work, just look for it. How can a living person with hands and feet still starve to death in Linzi?
Furthermore, how many people dare to bring trouble to the Chongxuan family?
There is no need to delve into this matter. It is clear that Chongxuan Mingguang had some evil intentions and organized the family members of these people to force Zhongxuansheng to give an explanation. It was obvious that he wanted to severely damage Zhongxuansheng's face and damage his reputation.
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This trick is extremely crude. However, looking at the way Zhongxuan Mingguang holds the pearl of wisdom, he is obviously very complacent and thinks he is in control of the situation.
When Jiang Wang went out, he was a little worried about what had happened. But when he saw Chongxuan Mingguang, he was relieved. Looking at the chaotic situation, he even wanted to laugh a little.
How can it be difficult to deal with such a small trouble?
Zhong Xuansheng was obviously in the same mood. He angrily squeezed into the courtyard from another door, and when he saw his uncle, his face was full of smiles.
“My uncle is a man who has everything to do every day. He has to say hello many times in the morning and evening. How can he find time to come to my nephew’s Xiashan Villa today?”
There was a hint of sarcasm in Chongxuan Sheng's words, implying that Zhongxuan did nothing serious except to make Zhongxuan Yunbo happy every day.
However, Zhong Xuan Mingguang couldn't quite hear it. Instead, he looked at his fat nephew with a serious face and said seriously: "A Sheng, this matter is big or small, you have to handle it well. My uncle doesn't want to take care of it, so what can I do?"
You juniors are too careless! It’s not what your uncle said about you. Those businesses are doing well, so why do you demolish them just as you say? Just demolish them. You young people are fighting over each other, but your uncle doesn’t say anything. But he doesn’t leave a way for people to survive.
How is that possible? Who can convince you in the future, who is willing to trust the Chongxuan family?"
Zhongxuan Mingming can't do anything else, but he speaks beautifully about the scene. This is probably because he has been used to socializing since he was a child.
“Uncle’s lesson is correct.” Zhong Xuansheng showed no annoyance at all and said with a smile: “I wonder what these people are trying to force me to do when they gather together today?”
He stopped there, it was like a hill: "Just tell me."
This voice is also light.
But as soon as he said these words, the crying, making noises, and shouting in the whole courtyard suddenly became silent.
