On the morning of the twenty-ninth day of the Lunar New Year, a round of winter hung over Syracuse.

As the New Year's bell is about to ring, the whole city of Beijing seems to be more and more lively, but the Xiyuan, located in the southwest of the inner city, is still as deserted as before.

Jiajing's age is getting older, and his body is already much worse than before, but he is becoming more and more obsessed with Xiuxuan. In addition, the cultivation is about desperation and desperation, not to mention that he no longer asks about his sons King Yu and King Jing, and even the former favored concubine Shou has not been summoned to serve for half a year.

Xiyuan seems to be the residence of a lonely old man, King Yu, who lives in Wangfu Street, does not dare to come to meet the saint, and the princess who is married far away in Hebei will not go home to visit relatives.

It's just that the emperor didn't pay attention to it, but the eunuchs and palace maids still prepared all kinds of things seriously according to folk customs, and carried out a big cleaning of the palace inside and outside the palace.

Huang Jin is undoubtedly a qualified housekeeper, commanding the people below to gather the atmosphere of the New Year, and at the same time accompanying Jiajing all the time.

Different from the routine of ordinary people, the saint is a typical night owl today, who holds fasting until late at night every night, and then gets up at three o'clock in the day.

Maybe it's winter, or maybe it's something else, but I woke up significantly later than usual today.

Huang Jin waited here for a long time, watching Jiajing wake up, and then hurriedly beckoned the palace maid and the little eunuch to wash up for the emperor and change into a set of white thick robes.

Jiajing has long been accustomed to this kind of life of "opening his mouth for food and reaching out for clothes", and when the willful palace maid dressed with his eyes slightly closed, he spit out two words lightly: "Lingdan!" ”

Jiajing has always cherished words like gold, and according to the word, Huang Jin will definitely be able to understand the word "Dan", but Jiajing has always said two words clearly in this matter.

Huang Jin sighed secretly, and asked another team of palace maids to send the pill over.

Jiajing is a very provocative person with food, but he never complains about the taste of the pill, and slightly adjusts the state, that is, he puts this pill the size of an egg yolk into his mouth.

According to the size of this elixir, it was naturally difficult to swallow dryly, so he quickly took the water cup and let the elixir swallow it along with the water into his stomach.

Huang Jin looked at everything that was happening in front of him with palpitations, but when he took back the water cup, he couldn't help but complain: "This little Heavenly Master is really, can't he be refined to be smaller?" ”

"What do you know, this is all according to the process of the immortal formula, if it is really to refine it smaller, it is difficult to keep the loss!" Jiajing was in a good mood, even if he was reprimanded.

Huang Jin immediately explained: "Don't I want my master to take it easier? But the emperor explained it like this, so little one understands the reason! ”

"This elixir is indeed extraordinary, and it is worthy of being an immortal recipe handed down from ancient times!" As soon as Jiajing took the pill, he clearly felt the warmth of his body, and immediately said with joy.

Tao Shien, Tao Fang, Wang Jin, Shen Shiwen and Liu Wenbin, led by the son of the former Heavenly Master Tao Zhongwen, presented the "Zhupin Immortal Formula" and the elixir it made.

After Jiajing checked and took it, it can be described as a dragon's face. He not only promoted Tao Shien to Taichang Qing to Taichang Temple, Tao Fang to Taichang Hospital, Liu Wenbin to Dr. Dachang, etc., but also summoned five people to Zichen Hall to specifically refine the pill for him.

Now, Jiajing's monastic career has ushered in a dawn, and he has obtained the immortal prescription handed down from ancient times, and the ascension of the sun is just around the corner.

Huang Jin is actually suspicious of the so-called "Zhupin Immortal Fang", but since the emperor is happy, and Xu Jie indirectly recommended these people, he naturally will not sweep the emperor's interest at this time.

Jiajing was on the rise, but he said to Huang Jin seriously: "Huang Jin, do you think I can cultivate and live forever?" Although he was more eager to soar in the day, it was just that when the words came to his lips, he returned to a more secure goal.

"Master, you are gifted, your bones are strange, and you have the resources of China to complement you, and now you have the Ancient Immortal Book. If you can't have immortality, then who else in the world can have immortality? Huang Jin didn't seem to be thinking about it, even when he said it very seriously.

Regardless of whether Jiajing believes it or not, anyway, he Huang Jin believes it, the current saint will definitely be able to cultivate immortality, and those who dare to say that the emperor can't cultivate immortality should die.

Jiajing just likes to listen to these words, especially when Huang Jin said these words, his voice was particularly good, and he smiled hehehe: "This is the principle today, if I can't cultivate immortality, then who in this world can cultivate immortality?" After a pause, he reminisced about the past and said: "The former Xia Gong said that if I insisted on cultivating, I would die earlier than him, and as a result, he ...... Dead, I'm only one step away from immortality! ”

When Huang Jin heard these words, the matter was related to the dark side of the emperor, but he lowered his head and pretended not to hear it.

Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, it is also a precedent for the first assistant to be slaughtered in this dynasty, and I am afraid that the emperor today will not be able to push off the name of tyrant. But all this was done by Xia Yan himself, thinking that he was deeply favored by the emperor, but he dared to say anything.

Who doesn't know that the emperor's slender life is like fishing for the moon in the water, but: You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, especially this person who pretends to be asleep is still very careful.

He came out of the dormitory and went straight to the temple.

Feng Bao and Chen Hong seemed to be very conscientious and organized the music into categories.

"Where is the stack of greeting watches for the hundred officials?" After Jiajing sat down softly, he asked lightly.

He knew that the Baiguan congratulatory table had no substantive content, but he liked to listen to these fake space words, and he was happy to do it. In addition, he was also able to gain insight into whether the officials were loyal enough to him through these greeting watches.

It was with these thoughts in mind that he flipped through the sycophant articles from the two capitals and thirteen provinces one by one, but it made his whole body feel comfortable, as if he had eaten honey.

Jiajing was looking at a hundred official congratulatory watches in his hand, but he said lightly: "It seems that the left waiter of the Ministry of Rites has not moved, right?" ”

"I heard that the custom in Guangdong is that the closer to the New Year, the more respectful it is, I'm afraid that this Lin Shilang is pinching his fingers, and he will not submit the congratulatory table until the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve!" Feng Bao didn't reply, but Chen Hong, who was next to him, responded with a smile.

When Huang Jin heard this, he glanced at Chen Hong with deep meaning.

Jiajing knew very well that your customs were indeed different, and that the officials in Beijing did have some advantages over the foreign officials, so she continued to read these flowery articles with pleasure and watched them rack their brains with compliments.

If you just look at this bunch of congratulatory watches of hundreds of officials, today's Ming Dynasty has been called the "prosperous era of Jiajing", with both the four seas and the coming of all countries, and he is the first Ming monarch throughout the ages.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but think of the most satisfying Qingzi sentence: "Luoshui Xuangui Chu Xianrui, Yin number nine, Yang number nine, nine nine eighty-one number, number through the Tao, Tao is the beginning of the Tianzun, a sincere feeling; The next link is: Qishan Danfeng two auspicious, male six, female six, six six thirty-six sounds, the sound is heard in the sky, born Jiajing Emperor, longevity without borders. ”

He was born Emperor Jiajing, which is not only a long life, but also the founder of the prosperous era of Jiajing.

Jiajing's good mood didn't last long, but I don't know if he took it in the wrong place, or if he remembered to deal with government affairs, he reached out and picked up a stack of music next to it.

Feng Bao originally wanted to remind him, but he swallowed back when the words came to his mouth, after all, this matter really still had to be dealt with by Jiajing, and he couldn't be stupid all the time.

Syllable!

Jiajing's face changed suddenly, and he slammed the military intelligence from Guangxi to the floor. Da Ming, who was still proud of his rule just now, thought about his world and the whole world, and was slapped in the face in a blink of an eye.

"Your Majesty, please stop your anger!"

The eunuchs and palace maids led by Huang Jin were shocked and fell to their knees one after another.

"It's so hateful, it really deserves to be punished!"

Jiajing clenched his fists tightly, and the whole person looked angry.

He found that it was really a thief king from the poor mountains and bad waters, and this north of me was like a thorn in the heart, Zhang Lian in the south had only been quelling the rebellion for a few years, and Wei Yinbao from Guangxi came out to make trouble, and even killed his officials and relatives.

Like an angry lion, Jiajing commanded with a cold face: "Summons Xu Jie, Yuan Wei, Yang Bo, Wu Shan, and Yan Ne to come to the Purple Light Pavilion to discuss matters!" ”

How many years have passed, when today's son has not summoned so many ministers at the same time, and followed so many ministers to discuss in the Purple Light Pavilion.

As this order spread, many people in the capital knew that such a terrible thing had happened in Daming, and the emperor attached unprecedented importance to Wei Yinbao's matter.

Just as the Ming Dynasty was sharpening its knives, Guangxi, thousands of miles away, did not calm down.

Guizhou City, outside the western suburbs.

Wei Yinbao led 2,000 men and horses on the mountain road, followed by several silver carts and some looted property from the village, and it was he who returned to his base camp in a mighty way.

He originally wanted to attack Guilin Mansion this time, but Guilin Mansion seemed to have been prepared for a long time, so he had to take a small number of men and horses into the city from that narrow secret passage, and sneak attack the Yamen of Guangxi Political Secretary at night.

Originally, he wanted to attack the east and the west and slaughter the big fat sheep in Jingjiang Wangcheng, but the strength of the Yulin Army in Jingjiang Wangcheng was not weak, so he had to choose to give up again.

However, although it did not achieve the expected goal, it was a lot of gains, but a lot of looting from nearby villages and more than 40,000 taels from the feudal treasury.

"I don't know who leaked the news and made Guilin Mansion on guard!"

"Although our troops are divided into three ways, the movement is too big, and it is inevitable that we will be reconnoitred!"

"That's reasonable, but we still have fewer people this time, otherwise we will definitely be able to capture Jingjiang Wangcheng!"

……

Several leaders straddled their horses, but they summed up the gains and losses of this battle. They originally planned to take advantage of the end of the year to sneak attack Jingwangfu City, but they didn't expect that there was a guard in the city, which made them a little disappointed.

"We don't lose anything, we only dispatched a few thousand brothers, not only did we get these more silver taels and property, but Liao Donggui robbed a lot of Han women!" A squinting bald head looked quite optimistic, and smiled at the others.

Perhaps it was because of the thought of money and women that the depressed mood of these robbers was immediately swept away, and they began to think about it, eager to return to their own territory immediately.

The black clouds were thick, and the whole heaven and earth were filled with a solemn aura, and the grass clippings were blown into the air.

On a rift valley, a group of officers and soldiers are deploying here, led by a young girl in a bullfighting suit, who is sitting on a bluestone at this time.

The dog had already arranged the place he was responsible for, and came to Lin Pingping's side and said softly: "Lao Da, what does Wu Daoxing mean by 'fire', why can't I figure it out at all?" ”

"Because Wei Yinbao is a golden life, if we want to deal with him, we can only overcome it with 'fire'!" Lin Pingping was chattering with a grass seed in his mouth, and he interpreted it very naturally.

The dog's brows furrowed slightly, and he said suspiciously: "Lao Da, didn't you say that you can't believe in that Shinto?" ”

"I said it, but sometimes I can believe it, like this time I think I can believe it!" Lin usually had a two-way standard, and his gaze fell on the bottom of the rift.

After combining various factors, she was destined to be unable to gather the forces of the two provinces to deal with Wei Yinbao. She found that Wu Daoxing was sometimes reliable, and this method seemed to work against Wei Yinbao, who had always been cunning.

The dog plucked a grass seed in his hand, and said curiously: "Then when don't you believe it?" ”

"When I feel like I can't believe it, like he kept saying that my brother is dead, I can't wait to chop him!" Lin usually spit out the grass seeds and responded with a look of concern.

When the dog heard that Wu Daoxing was so outrageous, he couldn't help laughing, and he also echoed with great agreement: "Then you really can't fully believe in that Shinto!" ”

"It's coming!"

It was at this moment that a voice came running over happily to report.

After hearing the news, Lin Ping's eyes lit up slightly, and he looked down.

After a while, he saw a mighty procession like a victorious army returning from mediation, with a cart of silver taels in front of it, and looted property from nowhere, and this gang of robbers passed by happily.

In fact, there are also high and low anti-thieves, and the weapons of these anti-thieves based in Gutian are obviously inferior to Zhang Lian's gang at the beginning, and their clothes are mainly black and blue.

However, they seemed to have learned a lot from their trip, and many of the robbers had something stuffed in their arms, if not silver ingots, but something of value.

Lin usually looked up at the dark sky, his eyes couldn't help flashing a touch of melancholy, and he suddenly thought of Zhuge Liang's burning of the upper valley, just thinking that his life seemed to be excellent, so he immediately gave an order: "Action!" ”

For this gang of robbers who robbed disaster relief food, and the bad guys who burned, killed and looted the people, even if she could not return to Changlin Village on time for the New Year, she must get rid of this gang of thieves who brought disaster to Guizhou and Liuzhou.

As the order was given, more than 1,000 officers and soldiers hiding in the rift valley threw the oil jars one after another, and then the oil jars were smashed in the middle of the road or in the grass on the side of the road.

"Oh no, it's kerosene!"

Wei Yinbao originally thought that the officers and soldiers were going to hit him with a jar, but after dodging, he smelled a strong smell of fire oil, and even panicked.

In the face of this sudden change, in the face of the officers and soldiers who can fight back, the people below are shocked and angry, but it is more of a worry about being at the bottom.

Call......

Ali led a group of archers who were already ready, first lighting the arrows in front of the candle flames, and then shooting the arrows directly into the valley floor below.

All of a sudden, as the wine jar rained down on the 2,000-strong bandit team, rockets with fireballs fell to the ground one after another.