In February, a thin spring rain fell on the city of Beijing, indicating that spring has quietly arrived.

There is a proverb in agriculture: In February, the second dragon raises its head, and the big warehouse is full of small warehouses. In some areas of the Ming Dynasty, spring rains have become an early warning of the annual harvest, and if the spring rains are abundant, it indicates a bumper harvest this year.

It is this February spring that is related to the harvest of the following year, so that the imperial court has always attached great importance to it. The ceremony was held on an auspicious day in the month, and this year it was held on February 14.

According to the consistent practice of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor needs to go to the Xiannongtan in the southwest of Zhengyangmen in the outer city on this day, that is, the Beijing Ancient Architecture Museum in later generations to hold the ceremony of cultivating the ceremony.

It's just that in the Jiajing period, Wang Ji Shangshu said that "the southern suburbs are flowing in Guwen, and the Son of Heaven should plough it in person for the prosperity of the city", which was in line with Jiajing's mind, so he decided to cultivate in the gap of Xiyuan.

Not only the emperor's first agricultural ceremony, but also the queen's first silkworm ceremony was also moved to the West Garden, and the earth valley altar was built in front of Renshou Palace, and the first silkworm altar was built behind Renshou Palace.

What is ironic is that after this cultivation ceremony was changed to Xiyuan, Jiajing didn't even engage in "mere writing", and followed many ceremonies to send officials to act on his behalf, and he was addicted to cultivating mysteries.

In the past few years, Jiajing has not personally participated in the cultivation ceremony, but asked the secretary of the Ministry of Rites or the cabinet ministers to do the work on his behalf.

Whether or not the emperor can be invited to attend the cultivation ceremony seems to be an inconsequential matter, but many officials regard it as a major national event. After all, this matter is about agriculture and the national capital of the Ming Dynasty.

When Lin Haoran learned that Xu Wei actually had a way to invite Jiajing to participate in person, he was naturally happy to see the results, and wanted to make the things he was responsible for now impressive.

With the arrival of spring, the snow on the roof of the Xiyuan Palace has melted, and the surface of the lake looks sparkling, showing the magnificence of the palace complex here.

West Garden, in the Palace of Longevity.

Jiajing, who was wearing a blue robe, stopped his metaphysical cultivation for a day and opened his eyes leisurely. After the baptism of the years, his eyes are no longer as clear as a young man, and have a sense of vicissitudes.

Cough......

Jiajing's throat itched slightly, and he couldn't help coughing.

"Master, are you alright? Do you want to call the Imperial Doctor to come and have a look? Huang Jin had been guarding beside him, and at this time, he immediately crawled over and asked with a concerned face.

Jiajing raised his hand to stop it, and coughed lightly again, and then said disapprerovitically: "I cultivate Xuan every day, my body is so good, what can I do!" Send the elixir over now! ”

The tone of the words seems flat, but it has an undeniable momentum.

Huang Jinneng stayed in the position of the palm seal of the master of ceremonies, relying on this loyalty and obedience, although his face was full of worry, he still responded obediently, and raised his hand to let the palace maid and little eunuch waiting outside in.

Jiajing had taken the pill, and seeing that Huang Jin was still full of worry, he said lightly: "Huang Jin, do you know why I want to promote Wang Jin to the imperial doctor?" ”

"The slave is stupid, please make it clear to the master!" Huang Jin was stunned at first, and then shook his head in confusion.

It is said that Wang Jin, who was born in the prison of the country, got the colorful lingzhi and the colorful turtle from nowhere, so as to win the joy of Longyan, and the emperor promoted Wang Jin to the imperial doctor at that time.

It's just that as far as he knows, this Wang Jin doesn't know how to do medicine, and he doesn't do his job all day long in Tai Hospital.

He was right! I am the body of an immortal, if the body is sick, only a spiritual creature such as the colorful lingzhi can be cured! Jiajing revealed the answer, and left the quiet room like an immortal.

Huang Jin suddenly realized that it was because of these words that Wang Jin was moved by today's saint, and the saint gave Wang Jin, who did not know medical skills, the title of imperial doctor.

Jiajing came to the front of the hall, and the music here was piled up again.

Although he was obsessed with cultivating the Xuan and directly dismissed the early dynasty, he always insisted on personally deciding on important affairs in the court, and entrusted important responsibilities to officials through loyalty, so that the entire court was under his control.

Just as he was dealing with the pile of notes as usual, a eunuch came in and said that Xu Ge Lao asked to see him, and Jiajing nodded slightly.

"Minister Xu Jie, meet the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live!" Xu Jie came to the front of the hall and saluted respectfully.

Jiajing put down a book of music, but asked with feeling: "I had a dream last night, and Elder Yan Ge came to tell me that there was a rain leak in the house, but I didn't know if there was such a thing?" ”

As Jiajing moved to Xiyuan, the ministers of the cabinet followed him and moved to the Wuyi Palace, where they all fought to stay overnight to write Qingzi and participate in the Jiao Festival. At first, only two or three ministers lived, but then the ministers who wrote the words joined one after another, which made the wing room of the Wuyi Hall very nervous.

Due to the small size of the place and the east-west orientation of the wings, it is very hot in summer. Jiajing specially built a courtyard for Yan Song on the east side of the Wuyi Palace, and now the occupant of the courtyard is already Xu Jie.

Xu Jie has been with Yan Song for more than ten years, and he often dreams of Yan Song, but he doesn't dare to mention his dreams, and he responds calmly on his face: "Back to the emperor, the value house was built very densely at the beginning, and it never leaked rain!" ”

"Definitely! I remember that in the thirty-eighth year of Jiajing, it was a rainy night, and Yan Ge was drenched by leaky rain. He didn't tell me about it, but I found out about it afterwards, so I sent someone to help him repair the roof! Jiajing remembered that past incident and said with great interest.

Xu Jie's past as time went by, the emperor would slowly forget that person, but he didn't know that the emperor hadn't forgotten it at all, and he couldn't help but roll in the waves in his heart, and responded calmly on his face: "It turns out that there is still this matter, but since the minister moved in, there has really been no rain leakage!" ”

"Hey...... It was a dream! It's just that I don't know, but Zhongzhong is still living comfortably in Jiangxi! Jiajing knew that the things in this dream should not be taken seriously, and his eyes looked at Nanfang Dao with softness.

Xu Jie's heart was greatly surprised, and he seemed optimistic and comforted: "Yan Ge Lao Cheng has been favored by the emperor, and he has been given a generous gift by the Holy Lord, and the local officials must be respectful to Yan Ge Lao!" ”

This is indeed the case, in order to be able to smoothly renew the generation, the imperial court sent some old officials away, and retained the rank of the officials of Zhishi, so that they were not bound by the local officials at all, but enjoyed all kinds of benefits.

Although Yan Song fell because of Yan Shifan's affairs, and Yan Shifan was sentenced to exile, Yan Song was regarded as an official, so the local officials were still extremely flattering and stammering with him.

Jiajing sighed, if it weren't for Yan Song being too old, he really wanted to call this old man back, raised his head and asked Xu Jie: "Xu Aiqing, I don't know what's going on?" ”

"After many investigations, King Yi's matter has been verified, and the Criminal Department has already put it on the table, but I don't know how the emperor will make a judgment?" Xu Jie's face was slightly straight, and he immediately asked.