Chapter Twenty-Three: Snow Shattering the Night
Then, he plummeted from the sky, defeated and lifeless. From head to toe, his flesh was riddled with a horrifying tapestry of wounds, a testament to his gruesome demise.The entire courtyard was death...After the observation deck was used by geniuses from various countries, it seemed that Jiang Wang's use of the sword-testing platform decreased in frequency.
Because the significance of real-world combat has diminished greatly, it's not that there are no worthy opponents left in the inner levels of the illusory realm.
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> In the ethereal realm, many people concealed their true strength, including Jiang Wang himself. Even the top ten weren't as good as the main event of the Huang He Conference.
Only a handful of swordsmen like Ning Jianke still had the significance of engaging in combat.
Once upon a time, he was tormented on the sword platform and battered by all sorts of attacks. Now, drawing his sword and looking around, he could say with confidence that there was no one within his reach who could stand against him!
For Jiang Wang, his journey within the Taixu Fantasy Realm was a truly milestone-like event.
Since there is less focus on honing swordsmanship on the Discussion Platform, efforts in other areas naturally become more abundant.
Daoism, swordsmanship, the refinement of celestial and earthly solitude, the exploration of the fourth inner palace...
The challenges at the blessed land are bound to encounter masters, but the next round of challenges will have to wait until August 15th.
On the fifteenth day of July, he was still on his way back to Qi and had not participated in the Fudi challenge.
Now fallen to 46th place, the Green Lotus Mountain no longer matters much. As for the monthly output of 360 points, the wealthy and generous Mr. Jiang is not very concerned anymore.
Another night spent in cultivation.
After finishing morning class, the sky was already bright.
Housekeeper Xie Ping gently knocked on the door, reminding him that it was time to leave for Chang Le Palace.
Jiang Wang silently smoothed out Dao Yuan who wandered within the Tongtian Palace, and retrieved the soul-snake Shen Hun from the fourth inner mansion. Then he rose, pushed open the door, and walked out.
Being able to be considered by the imperial household as a potential candidate, Xie Ping managing a viscount's estate is more than enough. Especially since Lord Jiang is single and has no messy relationships to manage.
When Jiang Wang stepped out the door, the sedan chair had already been prepared.
The Crown Prince had formally invited them, even delivering an official notice. Naturally, Jiang Wang wouldn't be able to swagger over as before. After all, he was now at least a third-rank official, and etiquette still needed to be observed.
Of course, if we're talking about propriety, he shouldn't have gone to the Prince's residence empty-handed this time. He should have brought a gift. Going to Changle Palace, ordinary things wouldn't do. He'd have to spend some Dao Yuan stones...
At this point, naturally, a true gentleman doesn't mind the small details.
The prince is benevolent and kind, he doesn't care about these worldly customs!
The sedan chair stopped before Changle Palace. Xie Ping, holding Jiang Wang's name tag, went to knock on the door.
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Yes, now that he lives in his own place, he inevitably has to socialize. As a result, Jiang Wang also has his own business card.
A thin notice, with four rows of small characters on the left: Daqi Qingyang Town, Third Rank Golden Gourd Warrior, Fourth Rank Green Plaque Head, The First Imperial Inner Palace.
At last, two large characters are centered, namely "Jiang Wang".
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Wherever this needle is taken, it's somewhat tactless.
Since it was the Crown Prince who had personally invited them, of course the people from Chang Le Palace wouldn't be rude. They hurried a few steps forward to greet him at the palanquin.
Jiang Wang got out of the palanquin with great swagger, walking in empty-handed.
The eunuch Wu Fu, who was in charge of welcoming and seeing off guests at the Le Gong Palace, warmly greeted Jiang Wang after he arrived. He led Jiang Wang into the Le Gong Palace and couldn't help but glance back a couple of times.
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Only Xie Ping, with a smile on his face, and two temporary hired bearers were visible.
Only then did he confirm that Qingyangzi had truly come empty-handed.
That's too cheap!
When he went to Qingyangzi's residence to deliver the invitation, he also brought a jade pen case as a gift!
But he kept his face impassive, leading Jiang Wang straight to the dining hall without a word.
To meet in the dining hall Could it be that the Crown Prince wants to tell me about "governing a country like cooking a small fish"
How you govern the country, I don't care about it.
Can you cure it, or is it still uncertain
Jiang Wangzheng was a little puzzled. Jiang Wuhu just happened to turn out from the inner room, wiping his hands with a white handkerchief while walking out, smiling at Jiang Wangzheng: "I said that Qingyangzi should be here now."
It's very kind and natural.
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"Handing the handkerchief to the little eunuch who was following closely beside him, he gestured with his hand and said, “Please take a seat. The porridge will be ready soon.”
Were you calling me to Chang'le Palace for congee specifically
Jiang Wang sat down at the dining table, bewildered. "Your Highness is too kind," he politely said.
Jiang Wuhu then sat cross-legged in front of the food table opposite him, casually saying: “Ordinary people don't have much appetite when they wake up in the morning. Congee is just right, it nourishes the stomach and feels comfortable.”
Jiang Wang didn't know what he meant by that. He, too, had gone from an ordinary boy to someone extraordinary step by step. Of course, he wasn't unfamiliar with the lives of common people. "That's true," he replied, "I used to drink congee in the mornings as well."
On the side, Chang Le Palace's chief eunuch Wu Fu kindly said, "This was personally made for you by His Highness the Crown Prince."
"Oh" Jiang Wang smiled confidently: "Then I have to try it."
Compared to his younger siblings, Jiang Wu Hua's appearance wasn't outstanding, but he was honest and kind, lacking any aggressiveness. Therefore, he didn't seem distant, making him easy to get close to.
At this moment, he smiled and said, "Is Qingyangzi also good at cooking"
"I wouldn't say I like it very much, but I know a little about it," said Jiang Wang modestly.
Jiang Wuhua laughed even more naturally: "I wonder what you're good at"
Jiang Wang said confidently and calmly, "I have a little understanding of steaming, boiling, and roasting."
Jiang Wu-hua was eager to have Jiang Wang try her hand at cooking right away, but considering it was their first time meeting, asking someone to start cooking immediately would be a bit disrespectful. He could only hold back for now.
“With a hearty laugh, he said: ‘For the people, food is paramount. Qingyangzi is blessed with extraordinary talent and ability, yet he finds joy in cooking. He ascends to the heavens with his culinary creations, bringing smoke and fire together. He and I are kindred spirits!’”
"Um." Jiang Wang immediately changed the subject: "I wonder what kind of porridge His Highness is making"
Jiang Wuhua's smile remained unchanged, he only glanced sideways.
Just then, two little eunuchs, each carrying a wooden platter, walked out. On the platters lay a jade bowl, a pair of ivory chopsticks, and a white jade spoon.
The fragrance wafts gently.
Jiang Wuhu first asked, "Have you delivered it to the Crown Princess"
"It has already been delivered." the little eunuch replied.
When Jiang Wuhu finally turned his head, he smiled at Jiang Wang and said, "This 'Flowing Snow Breaking Night Starry Sky Congee' is the best among congees, incredibly nourishing. Qing Yangzi, you must try two bowls."
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Often helping An An taste things, Jiang Wang still has quite a bit of experience when it comes to tasting delicacies.
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The name alone sounded very sophisticated, making him eager to try it.
When the little eunuch knelt down, he placed the food tray on the food table.
He stared intently and suddenly felt cheated.
Isn't this just preserved egg and lean meat porridge!
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White porridge is like falling snow, preserved eggs are like broken night, and minced meat is like tiny stars Haha...
Is this "The Prince Cooks Well"
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I can do it too!
Ginger Wuhua seemed to have heard his thoughts and smiled, "Why not try a bite!"
Jiang Wang, of course, wouldn't say what was really on his mind. He politely replied, "It looks delicious!"
Jiang Wuhua's smile froze instantly. He knew exactly what this porridge looked like. Qingyangzi's polite words sounded more like mockery...
Over there, Jiang Wang had already taken the white jade spoon. Fearful of choking, she gently scooped up a tiny bit and hesitated before cautiously putting it in her mouth.
Jiang Wuhua's qigong was excellent, but he just twitched the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile, "How is it"
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Jiang Wang couldn't respond immediately.
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The moment the porridge entered my mouth, it felt like a chill running down my throat, all the way to my stomach. It was incredibly refreshing and soothing.
Reaching the end point, it ignited again into a line of fire, rising from the stomach. The warmth rolled all the way to the throat, straight up to the heavenly spirit!
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In an instant.
Snowflakes were falling all over the sky in my mind, the night was shattered with flowers, and stars twinkled like dreams.
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> Originally, this is the origin of the name "Flowing Snow Breaking Night Point Star Porridge"!
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