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The East Palace is named Changle, and it is the residence of the prince, Chu Junhua Pavilion.

Following the usual practice, the prince also has a team of civil servants who are responsible for handling some political affairs.

It is the duty of the crown prince to share the worries with the country.

Just like Jiang Wuliang back then, he even directly participated in the government affairs and settled down in the world.

The political affairs hall, the military affairs hall, and the affairs of the state can't get around him. Even during Qi Xia's struggle for hegemony, his opinion was contrary to that of Emperor Qi, and the discussion of war and peace was at a stalemate between the government and the opposition...

Of course, everyone knows the final result.

But the current prince Jiang Wuhua is lazy by nature, not the same as his predecessors. Anything that can be avoided should be avoided, and things that are not under the control of the East Palace are resolutely not touched, and ambiguous things are absolutely not handled, that is, political affairs that Emperor Qi forcibly arranged, so he reluctantly handles one or two by holding his nose. Although everything was handled very properly, but after all, it is a matter of little responsibility, and there is no credit for it.

The entire East Palace is like him, unable to handle a few serious matters throughout the year. It can be said that since the founding of Qi State, the prince with the weakest sense of existence.

No wonder his younger brothers and sisters rose up one after another, trying to compete with him for the reserve. Jiang Wuyou, Jiang Wuxie, Jiang Wuqi, which one is not a hero? It takes talent and talent, means and means, and each has background support.

As for the prince Jiang Wuhua, there is nothing outstanding about his talent, talent, and handling of affairs. Even his mother's family is very ordinary. The He family didn't have a lot of family power, when Jiang Wuliang was deposed, and his biological mother, Empress Yin, was thrown into the cold palace, and died of anger in less than a year.

The current emperor may have chosen the He family, who has no foundation, as the queen in order to balance the power of his relatives.

The He family is too common. There are a hundred families in Linzi, but the He family can't be ranked. Empress He's only younger brother, He Fu, is of mediocre talent, and He Zhen, the next generation of the He family, is just a playboy... Can't provide any help at all.

It seems that Jiang Wuhua took the lead after Jiang Wuliang was deposed only by virtue of his early birth and old age.

But what is the advantage of "born early and old"? Then there is an older one who is still trapped in the Qingshi Palace!

The water in Linzi City is very deep, and everyone is thinking about their own affairs. Countless undercurrents clashed at the bottom of the water. No one can see the result until the truth comes out.

At this moment, Jiang Wuhua is holding a pair of sharp and bright scissors, pruning flower branches in the garden.

His movements are slow and detailed, with attention to every detail.

A white-faced and beardless internal official stood behind him, leaned in slightly, and reported in a low voice: "The man from Qingyang Town returned without success in Wen Yushui Pavilion, so he probably failed to negotiate. But it seems that he got a good result in Huaying Palace There is no movement at the Longevity Palace. The eleventh prince does not seem to have any intention of contacting the man from Qingyang Town. On the contrary, the Lei family pays close attention to him. You told me that the first thing to do when you inquire about news is not to expose yourself. Detailed information."

He spoke quickly, but clearly: "The Qingshi Palace is still dead silent, there is not even a sound. In my opinion, Your Highness, you don't need at all..."

His words stopped.

Because the big scissors in Jiang Wuhua's hand stopped and looked at him.

"Gu only listens, you just watch. You don't need to have opinions, you don't need to have opinions, you don't need to tell Gu, what do you think, what do you think."

"Can you understand?" he asked.

The internal officer swallowed, "... yes."

Jiang Wuhua didn't have any mighty and stern expression. When he said these words, the muscles on his face were completely stretched, not aggressive.

But who can ignore his opinion?

Hearing the internal officer's answer, Jiang Wuhua nodded in satisfaction, looked at the flowering branches in front of him again, made up his mind, and then continued to swing his scissors.

The inner officer stood beside him, motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Wuhua's nose suddenly moved.

He smiled happily: "My soup is ready!"

Putting the big scissors in the hands of the eunuch, Jiang Wuhua instructed in a warm voice: "You continue pruning, and you must make it look satisfactory to the princess. No mistakes are allowed. Let other things go first, this is the most important thing."

Then he turned around with ease and walked towards the dining room alone.

It seems that Qingshi Palace, Huaying Palace, Yangxin Palace and Longevity Palace are not as important as the soup he cooks.

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When returning to Qi State, Jiang Wang was in a hurry, and he only tried the blessed land challenge on February 15th, and retreated hastily.

From Bochi Mountain, a blessed place ranked forty, to Nonsan, ranked forty-one.

Jiang Wang had long been used to this kind of straight-line decline. It is a lot of fun to compete with the strong. 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 you can reap the victory, it will be more satisfying.

Basically, as long as he has time, he will not miss every battle. The only worry is that one day he will be knocked out of the blessed land, no matter how difficult it is to have such an opportunity. Fortunately, there are a total of seventy-two blessed lands in Taixuanxu territory, and there is still some room for retreat.

He basically has no chance of winning the monthly blessed land challenge in the Illusory Realm. It didn't seem like he was making great strides in the Sword Discourse Arena, and finally entered the top 100, ranking 96th.

It is worth mentioning that Zuo Guangshu is currently ranked sixty-fourth in the realm of Taixuanhuan.

Jiang Wang thinks that if he is at full strength, he will be much stronger than Zuo Guangshu. If there is enough time, it should not be a problem to break into the top 30.

I just don't know how many monks from the Inner Palace have been absorbed in the Illusory Realm, and what level of strength this level can reach in the entire present world.

Because the ranking is not displayed after the top 100, perhaps only the people behind the Illusory Realm know the answer.

During this period of time, Jiang Wang could faintly feel that some kind of subtle change was taking place in the illusory world, but if he wanted to study it carefully, he couldn't tell where the change was. But no hallucinations.

It is impossible to deceive everyone about the existence of the Illusory Realm, but the attitudes of the major forces are very ambiguous, neither one is propagandizing, nor is there any one that expressly boycotts it. People from such family backgrounds as Zuo Guangshu and Chong Xuansheng are vague about the Illusory Realm.

Maybe it won't be long before that changes.

And Jiang Wang is looking forward to that kind of change.

After completing the daily practice, Jiang Wang continued to focus on the relevant information on the offshore islands, trying to open up a way of thinking and find a way to save Zhu Biqiong.

This matter is extremely difficult, even with the help of Jiang Wuyou and Chong Xuansheng, the chance of success is very slim.

100% hard work, only one percent harvest.

While he was thinking, there was a commotion from the outer yard.

This is Xiashan Beppu in Chongxuansheng, usually it would not be so noisy.

Jiang Wang pushed the door out with doubts, and he heard the voice of Chongxuan Mingguang, the eldest son of Bowang Hou, Chongxuansheng's uncle from afar.

"Their orphans and widows come to the door, and our Chongxuan family can't ignore it. Where is Xiao Shengren? Where is he, tell him to come out! Can we be stabbed in the back of the Bowanghou Mansion?"

If talent and virtue are ignored, Chongxuan Mingguang is really dignified.

He is already very old, and his cultivation is far behind, but he is still extraordinarily suave. The clothes and accessories are all inappropriate, and every strand of hair has been carefully taken care of.

Speaking at this time, the voice is also mellow, adding a bit of intimacy. If someone who is not familiar with him meets him for the first time, it is difficult not to trust him.

When Jiang Wang came here, he saw a lot of old and weak women and children in the courtyard. The children were crying and the old people were howling. One by one was more miserable than the other. The scene was extremely ugly.

This one yelled that he was hungry, that one wailed that he didn't want to live anymore, and another said that he couldn't live any longer, that he was going to be forced to death, and so on.

If people who didn't know saw this scene, they might think that Chong Xuansheng had done something outrageous like digging up family graves.

And Chongxuan Mingguang stood among these people, saying "The Chongxuan family will make the decision for you", making it clear that the comers are not good.

The two doormen stood aside with embarrassed faces, apparently not daring to stop Bowanghou's eldest son.

Jiang Wang listened a few times, and probably understood a little.

After Wang Yiwu was expelled from Linzi City, Chongxuanzun's management was divided in sevens and eighties. It is inevitable that some people will not rely on both ends and lose their livelihood.

That's not a problem either. It is said that if there is no work to do, just look for it again. A living person with hands and feet can still starve to death in Linzi?

Besides, how many people dare to trouble the Chongxuan family?

There is no need to delve into this matter, it is clear that Chongxuan Mingguang has moved his mind and organized the family members of these people to force Chongxuansheng to give an explanation. It is obvious that he wants to severely damage Zhongxuan Sheng's face and damage his reputation.

This trick is extremely shallow. He just looked at the way Xuan Mingguang was holding the wisdom pearl, obviously he was very complacent, thinking he was in control of the situation.

When Jiang Wang went out, he was still a little worried about what happened, but he was relieved when he saw Chongxuan Mingguang, and he even wanted to laugh when he looked at the scene where the chickens were flying like dogs.

How can it be difficult to deal with such a small trouble?

Chong Xuansheng was obviously in the same mood, he squeezed into the courtyard angrily from another door, and when he saw his uncle, he immediately burst into smiles.

"Uncle is a person who manages a lot of things every day. I don't know how many times I have to say hello in the morning and evening. Why do you have time today to come to my nephew's Xiashan Beppu?"

Chong Xuansheng's words were faintly stinging, insinuating that Chong Xuan Ming Guang had nothing serious to do except to make Chong Xuan Yunbo happy.

However, Zhong Xuan Mingguang didn't quite understand it. Instead, he looked at his fat nephew with a serious face, and said earnestly: "Ah Sheng, this matter is big or small, and you have to deal with it carefully. Uncle doesn't want to worry about it. You juniors are too worried! It’s not that your uncle said you, those businesses that are doing well, you can tear them down as soon as you say? That’s all you young people are fighting for, uncle doesn’t say anything. But you don’t leave a way for people to survive How can it be? Who will convince you in the future, who will trust the Chongxuan family?"

Chongxuan Mingguang can't do anything else, the scene is really beautiful. It probably has something to do with his habit of socializing since he was a child.

"Uncle taught me a good lesson." Chong Xuansheng didn't feel annoyed at all, and said with a smile: "I don't know what these people are trying to force me to do when they gather today?"

He stood there, like a hill: "Just talk about it."

The sound is also light.

But as soon as these words were said, the whole courtyard, crying, noise, shouting, suddenly fell silent.

Mr. Chongxuan, the prestige is so high.

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