In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun floats, and the entire Forbidden City seems to be shrouded in a hazy golden light, mysterious and quiet.

In the small square between the Qianqing Palace and the Kunning Palace, Jiajing was standing beside a monk, slowly moving his body with the movements and explanations of the monk, doing movements similar to the five bird operas.

He was so serious, so focused, as if he was not an emperor, but a person who devoted himself to cultivation, and the Fang Shi's expression was also extremely focused, and the two of them were so serious about "cultivating", until the sun completely set and the sky was dark, that Fang Shi took the lead in collecting the merits.

Immediately afterwards, the priest picked up a delicate porcelain bottle from the tray in the hands of the eunuch next to him, poured out a pill, and swallowed it seriously without hesitation, and then raised the porcelain bottle with both hands and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, please use the elixir." ”

Jiajing skillfully took the porcelain bottle, poured out a so-called elixir, stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it slowly, and stood quietly for a while, then sighed: "Alas, my body is indeed getting better and better, but it's a pity that I don't have enough time to cultivate, and I am still far from the Dao body." ”

The monk still said respectfully: "The emperor doesn't have to be in a hurry, cultivation is not an overnight achievement, and it will take a long time to come." ”

Jiajing nodded with satisfaction, and then slowly walked towards the Qianqing Palace.

He is indeed becoming more and more obsessed with cultivation, because cultivation not only makes him full of energy, but also solves his infertility problem, at the beginning, he has been on the throne for more than ten years, and dozens of concubines in the harem have never given birth to a boy and a girl.

Later, he listened to Fang Shi's words, practiced every day, ate the elixir every day, not only did his health get better and better, but the concubine also gave birth to two princes one after another, and Fang Shi also said that as his health got better and better, there would be more and more children, as long as he persevered in cultivation, he would be able to live forever, this kind of temptation, it is strange that he is not obsessed.

In fact, this is not a magic of longevity, but the way of health preservation, most of the monks are good at this, that is, usually pay attention to diet, exercise more, and at the same time take some "elixir" with high nutritional value.

Of course, Jiajing didn't know this, he only regarded it as a matter of cultivation.

After this cultivation, he is generally in a good mood, coupled with the effect of the "elixir", he is even more energetic, usually at this time he will first look at the twists and turns, think about national affairs, and then go to the harem.

At this time, Yan Song was already standing respectfully at the door of the imperial study with a few scrolls.

As soon as he saw Jiajing coming over, he greeted him and respectfully bowed his hand and said: "Your Majesty, your complexion is getting better and better, you look a little bit like a fairy wind bone, this immortal art is really powerful, and Weichen wants to follow you to practice." ”

Jiajing smiled and said, "You also want to cultivate, you can, why don't I find you a master?" ”

Faint to death, you are still serious, who wants to be like you, practicing some useless things there all day long, wasting time!

Yan Song hurriedly shook his head and said: "How can Weichen's qualifications be compared with the emperor, and cultivation is also a waste of time, besides, someone has to share the emperor's worries about this state affairs, and Weichen's qualifications are not good, so he can only retreat to the second best place and worry about the emperor's state affairs." ”

When Jiajing heard this, he asked with interest: "Oh, you still know about qualifications." ”

Yan Song knew the qualifications of a fart, he just didn't want to lead Jiajing to rise, and let him accompany him to cultivate.

He pretended to be humble and said: "I know a little bit about a thing or two, I just know a little bit about a thing or two, which makes the emperor smile." ”

Jiajing shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military also knows the benefits of this cultivation, but it's a pity, your qualifications are not good, and you can't take care of the Tao with me." ”

You have the qualifications of a fart, and you will believe the nonsense of those alchemists.

Yan Song secretly slandered himself, but on the surface, he licked his face and slapped shamelessly: "Your Majesty, isn't there a saying that a person who has attained the Tao and the chicken dog ascends to heaven, as long as the emperor has the Tao, won't we chickens and dogs be able to ascend to heaven with him?" ”

When Jiajing heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said: "What a person who has ascended to heaven, I want to take you to heaven, but I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for that day." ”

Yan Song hurriedly smiled and said: "The emperor is a genius, this cultivation will definitely be a thousand miles a day, but Weichen is confident to wait until that day." ”

Jiajing walked inside and laughed: "Hahahaha, you have more confidence than me." ”

Yan Song followed in shamelessly, smiling while secretly paying attention to the fact that as soon as Jiajing sat on the dragon chair, he held up the scroll in his hand and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, Weichen has written a few more green words in the past few days, please take a look at it." ”

Jiajing habitually took the scroll in his hand, unfolded it, and couldn't help but admire: "Your green words are really getting better and better, the key is to write so fast, not bad, not bad." ”

Yan Song hurriedly said modestly: "Where, where, I heard that some people can write several copies a day, and Weichen is entangled in government affairs, so it would be good to be able to write one in a day." ”

Well, it's good, not only do I remember to write green words for me, but I also don't forget my responsibilities and be diligent in government affairs.

Jiajing was relieved: "If only the officials of the Ming Dynasty could be like you, I don't have to worry so much." It's a pity, none of them understand me, not only do they not have the heart to help me share their worries, but they also always admonish me in front of me that cultivation is unreliable, and that national affairs should be the priority, what do they know! ”

These guys are really stupid, what is the emperor doing to your, you guys are good, you still have to worry about the emperor, your brain is in water!

What's wrong with the emperor's cultivation, the more he cultivates, the more opportunities he has to take power, and the emperor had better cultivate to the point of ignoring the government, so that all the power will belong to me.

These courtiers are really stupid, I don't know what to say, there is something wrong with stopping the emperor from cultivating!

What's wrong with the emperor Gu Dao Changsheng, let the emperor be obsessed with it, ignore the government, don't we want to do anything, pig!

If it is difficult for you to stop, I will not stop it, not only will I not stop it, but I will also praise and encourage it vigorously, and see who the emperor favors.

Yan Song was extremely proud in his heart, but on the surface, he nodded again and again: "The emperor is wise, they are indeed stupid, don't you know that the emperor Gu Dao Changsheng is also for the foundation of the Ming Dynasty." ”

When Jiajing heard this, his heart burst into flames and said: "It's still the most heartfelt, it's good to say, so let's do it, the cabinet is just short of people, and your Ministry of Rites should also be added to the cabinet, and I will let people draw up the decree, and you will enter the cabinet tomorrow." ”

When Yan Song heard this, he arched his hand excitedly and said, "Thank you for the emperor's grace." ”

Jiajing nodded slightly and said, "Well, do it well, let them take a good look, what is it called worrying about me." ”

Yan Song arched his hand again and again: "Weichen understands, Weichen understands, Weichen must do his best to share the emperor's worries." ”

Jiajing asked again, "Is there anything else?" ”

Yan Song hurriedly bowed his hand and said, "Weichen retreats." ”

Jiajing looked at Yan Song's back with a smile, not to mention how relieved he was.

Well, someone finally understands my good intentions!

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