Wen Yanyu, the court official, and officials from the Ministry of Rites, have taken over the entire outer palace of the Changsheng Palace and arranged a series of rituals.

 Two ceremonial officials, Wai Lang, were stationed outside the gate of the Changsheng Palace, responsible for welcoming and seeing off the guests.

Even Wen Yanyu himself was standing by.

Of course, even those who can come to Changsheng Palace to pay homage at this time are either rich or noble, and few people are qualified to greet Wen Yanyu.

 He presided over the entire funeral this time.

Of course, only a few people, including the emperor and the empress, could greet him outside the palace gate with the dignity of a court official.

As soon as Jiang Wang appeared, a man from the Ministry of Rites, Wai Lang, came up to him and called him Lord Jiang.

To the surprise of the bystanders, Wen Yanyu, who had been silent outside the palace gate for a long time, actually nodded to Jiang Wang with a friendly attitude: "You're here?"

Jiang Wang originally wanted to shamelessly greet Wen Yanyu first, regardless of whether the other party would pay attention to him or not.

 One of the real people from Qi State who went to Wumandu Mountains to look for him was Wen Yanyu. Even though it was an order from Emperor Qi, he had to accept this favor.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yanyu spoke first.

Hurry up to greet him and give him the gift of a junior: "I should have gone to visit the real person at his house long ago, but I didn't expect to be troubled by everything. I am lucky to see you here today. I hope that the real person will forgive me."

"It doesn't matter." Wen Yanyu said slowly: "When you have time, you can go to my Lanxinyuan and sit down. I will also let me get in touch with you young people and understand their thoughts."

"Definitely." This was not a place for greetings. Jiang Wang bowed politely and said tactfully: "You are busy first, and the juniors will go in first."

Wen Tinglan once invited him to Lanxinyuan, where Wen Yanyu had private tea and met friends, but he had not been there yet. Wen Yanyu invited him personally this time, which can be said to be a great honor.

But Jiang Wang knew very well that although he could be considered to have some weight today, he was nothing in front of people like Wen Yanyu.

Wen Yanyu's show of goodwill was mostly for Yan Fu's sake.

To give face to Yan Fu's close friends is to help Yan Fu support the situation.

 The father-in-law of the big dog family is really good!

Farewell to Wen Yanyu and go straight to the palace.

 The route taken this time was different from the previous two times. The apse of the Changsheng Palace was not open to the public during this funeral.

There were palace guards guiding the way along the way. Soon after we rounded a screen wall, we saw an open field.

 The memorial ceremony is held here.

There are fifteen seats in total, and non-elite people are not allowed to sit down.

 And Jiang Wang continued to move forward.

 At this time, there were many people sitting at the banquet. Seeing Jiang Wang, it was inevitable that he felt a little complicated.

 The most dazzling talent in Qi State today is the Golden Melon Warrior, who has reached a high official position in Qi State. Upon closer inspection, it turns out that he has been in Qi for less than two years.

In the past two years, we have experienced so many earth-shattering events and left so many thrilling deeds. Now we are above these people.

Chaoyi doctor Chen Fu once said, "The so-called peerless genius is the kind of person who makes you feel depressed."

Now Jiang Wang, doesn’t it make many people feel this way?

After all, the eleventh prince’s funeral was not a suitable occasion for small talk, so no one rashly came to disturb it.

 Jiang Wang walked forward in silence.

 Walking past the memorial ceremony, you will reach the main hall of the Changsheng Palace.

It is said that Jiang Wuqi died in front of Emperor Qi, and his coffin was once placed in Donghua Pavilion, which shows the emperor's sorrow... Now it has been moved back to Changsheng Palace and is parked in the main hall.

Feng Gu, the eunuch in charge of the Changsheng Palace, knelt and sat outside the main hall, bowing to everyone who entered the main hall to pay homage.

When he saw Jiang Wang, he even raised the corner of his mouth and forced a smile: "Sir Jiang is here to pay homage. His Highness will be happy if he knows about it."

Jiang Wang squatted down and patted his wrinkled hand. He didn't know what to say, so he just said: "You are tired."

 Then he got up and walked into the temple.

This place was completely decorated as a mourning hall, and the coffin was parked in the hall.

Beside the solemnly carved coffin, a familiar figure stood.

The mourning clothes made of rough materials could not hide her tallness, body shape, and heroic appearance.

Huaying Palace Master Jiang Wuyou was looking down at the people in the coffin, his expression was neither sad nor happy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

 Jiang Wang stepped forward.

 The young man lying in the coffin was wearing a purple prince python suit, his eyes were slightly closed, and his face was pale and handsome.

 At this time, he is obviously no longer afraid of the cold...

 Of course I won’t cough violently again.

After standing with him for a while, Jiang Wuyou suddenly said: "I used to have a bad temper. I bullied many people in the palace. I either beat this one or that one... but I never bullied him. Because I always felt like he was like a porcelain.

Baby, I'm afraid it will break if I touch it."

Jiang Wang didn't know what to say, so he just sighed. Then he approached the altar table in front of the coffin, saluted seriously, and offered three sticks of incense to Jiang Wuqi.

At this time, he heard a faint sobbing sound. He turned around and saw that kneeling on the other side of the coffin was an acquaintance, the Fourteenth Prince Jiang Wuyong.

 His eyes were red, his expression was sad, and he was crying very suppressedly.

 It was just that Jiang Wuyou's aura was too strong, so he did not discover the prince immediately.

However, there was no friendship between the two parties. Jiang Wang just glanced at Jiang Wuyou and looked at Jiang Wuyou worriedly, but said nothing.

 Zi Gu sat on the chairs arranged on both sides of the mourning hall and found a seat at the edge.

Only officials of the third rank and above can enter the main hall of the Changsheng Palace to offer incense. At this level, he is indeed on the edge.

Just at this time.

A man in his thirties, with face powder painted on his face and not properly dressed in mourning clothes, walked into the mourning hall.

Seeing Jiang Wuyou, he first bowed: "How can I really meet His Highness the Third Highness?"

Jiang Wuyou still looked into the coffin and ignored it.

He didn’t take it seriously. He walked around the coffin and walked to the offering table. He took three incense sticks, bowed three times, inserted them into the incense burner, then turned around and found a seat to sit.

His eyes swept over the fourteenth prince kneeling on the other side of the coffin. He glanced around and saw Jiang Wang sitting on the edge.

With his eyes lit up, he looked straight over and sat next to Jiang Wang.

“This must be Qingyangzi, right? I am He Zhen! Do you want to know me?”

I don’t know if I really admire Jiang Wang, but his voice is a bit too loud, which makes it a bit harsh.

Jiang Wang thought for a while and was about to reply calmly when he heard a cold rebuke.

 “What do you think this is?”

 Jiang Wuyou, who was standing next to the coffin, turned his face slightly and gave only a frosty profile. His eyes suddenly shone with a cold light, and for a moment, he was like an iron horse with a golden sword and a violent thunder: "Get out of here!"

 The only son of uncle He Fu and the nephew of Empress Da Qi, the eldest son He Zhen was stunned for a moment.

 I subconsciously raised half of my buttocks. I wanted to continue sitting but didn't dare. I wanted to leave but felt it was too embarrassing.

He even felt that maybe he had heard wrongly. The master of Huaying Palace should be Jiang Wanggun, and he could be considered a "relative" anyway.

 But as soon as he met Jiang Wuyou's cold eyes, all the worries were gone.

　　It is obviously still autumn, but it feels like we are in a world of ice and snow.

　　Obviously you are in the mourning hall, but you feel like you are trapped in a killing battlefield.

 His body was stiff and his soul was trembling.
Chapter completed!