After returning to Yuxi Palace, Wanli pursed his lips and walked around the main hall, he suddenly felt that he was very scared, but he couldn't tell what he was afraid of. Looking at the entrance of the temple like two pillars, the wolf pack guard shook his head involuntarily. They can be good guards, but they are not very good subordinates. Now I suddenly don't even have a slave to speak. Naturally, he thought of the chief attendant and the master of ceremonies who was assigned by him to guard the mausoleum, and the eunuch Wang An, the only old eunuch who watched him grow up seemed to be genuinely thinking about himself. The biggest difference between this old eunuch and Feng Bao is that he regards himself as both the supreme master and the dearest child; And Feng Bao's ambition gradually grew after he became the emperor, and he only felt that his foolish emperor was just a good tool.

When people think of a person, they often only remember his goodness. Wanli is the same, and the past has surfaced in front of his eyes one after another. When he first ascended the throne, Feng Bao had already shown extreme wariness of Wang An, he was afraid that Wang An would take away the emperor's favor and do everything possible to squeeze him away. But Wang An, who was in his forties at the time, did not care about this junior, and even begged him when Feng Bao was at his best, and said that the Taoist priest could not enter the eunuch, and the eunuch could not be, and he only hoped to continue to serve the emperor in the palace. But where did Feng Bao listen, it was still the queen mother who said that Wang An was also meritorious, so he gave up.

After Feng Bao fell, Wang An naturally became the chief eunuch of the ceremonial eunuch, but even the queen mother was strange that he did not form a party and did not have too much contact with other people, and did things for Wanli wholeheartedly. has always assigned him to guard the mausoleum. It's time for him to come back, the celebrant already has a Wei Dynasty, and this chief attendant has been empty all the time, so let him come back to himself!

"Come and announce Wang An's return to the palace!"

In less than three days, Wang An, who guarded the tomb of the former emperor in Nanjing, arrived in the palace in the dust. However, what made Wanli strange was that he didn't come to see himself first, but went directly to the wine vinegar noodle bureau, as if he was really looking for something, Wanli was a little crying and laughing, did this old eunuch stay in Nanjing for too long and be stupid?

But when he waited until the evening, after a few years, he saw Wang An's familiar face again, and Wanli's heart suddenly had mixed tastes, and he couldn't speak.

Wang An unconsciously lifted the wooden barrel for washing his feet and a wine jar with difficulty, and then lifted the lid of the wine jar, and a rich aroma of wine suddenly filled the entire hall. I saw him skillfully pour the wine into the barrel with a faint smile on his face.

How does this look like an old eunuch who has been gone for a few years? Whoever is in his situation, when he comes back, he will definitely hug Wanli's legs and cry endlessly, saying something that he misses a lot. Only Wang An did what he used to do without saying a word, and the smile on his face was still a little kind, as if he had never left the palace.

There was a hint of emotion on Wanli's face, but he said, "This ...... Is it Moutai? ”

"Back to the master, this is sixty-year-old Moutai wine, and the slave came back this afternoon to find it from the wine vinegar noodle bureau!" Wang An smiled and nodded, quickly poured half a barrel of wine, and left half a barrel in the jar, and then carefully wiped the edge of the altar with a refined silk cloth, and covered the lid back.

"Tomorrow I will go to the wine vinegar noodle bureau again, and you can take a jar back yourself!" Wanli didn't know what to say to him, and was silent for a long time before he said softly.

"Back to the master, in fact, this wine was prepared by the slave maid a long time ago. The weather in Beijing is cold, and it is easy to have problems with the legs and feet in autumn and winter. Long live the master, how can he be frozen, and it is still good to soak his feet with this Moutai wine. Only this kind of aging can be called the essence of the five grains, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and the five elements are worthy of the master's immortal body. When Emperor Jiajing was there, he also liked this kind of soaking method. Saying that, Wang An moved a stool and put it next to Wanli, sat down, and rolled his trouser legs.

"The master doesn't hurt, does he?" Wang An rolled up his trouser legs and steadily put his feet into the barrel and asked without raising his head.

Wanli had never soaked his feet in Moutai wine, and there was indeed a slight sting when he first entered his feet, but he just frowned and said, "Wash yours." ”

After wiping one foot for a while, Wang An gently picked it up, put this foot on the edge of the wooden basin, and then lifted the stool and sat on his right side, picked up his right foot and put it in the basin, and gently wiped it.

"Wang An." Wanli felt a lot more comfortable, lying on the recliner with his head up, looking at the beams of the hall, and suddenly shouted.

"The slave is here." Wang An raised his head in some surprise, but his subordinates still wiped their right feet and asked.

"You're old." The emperor's voice suddenly had a trace of emotion, which made Wang An flattered and a little panicked, but he could hear that this was the emperor euphemistically expressing his thoughts about himself, he was the emperor would never be able to express his emotions to a slave like himself, but his words had already revealed that emotion. So he smiled and said:

"Back to the master, when the slave and maid were still guarding the mausoleum, they told the first emperor that in this life, the slave and maid only serve the master alone. The slave wants to be old, but she doesn't dare to be old, if she is old, she can't serve her master anymore......" said with a trace of tears in the corner of her eyes.

Wanli looked deeply at his hunched silhouette, and suddenly felt that something was about to fall off his eyes. He moved the toes of his left foot, feeling that the feet and legs were not generally cool and comfortable, and gradually began to heat up, so he said happily: "Good minion! How did I get this recipe that really works! ”

"Where do slaves and maids know what recipes," Wang An also smiled, "I still heard an old man say that this recipe was made by Li Shizhen when he was on an errand in the palace, but ordinary people can't afford it." At that time, the first emperor's legs and feet were uncomfortable, so Imperial Doctor Li used this method to heal his feet. But later, Imperial Physician Li left the palace, and no one used this recipe. ”

"Li Shizhen?" Wanli thought for a moment, "Is it the Li Shizhen recommended by the King of Chu when the first emperor was the emperor?" I heard that his medical skills are very good! ”

"The master of the saintly Ming is this person." Wang An nodded, and said with admiration: "I want to talk about medical skills, no one can beat me." ”

"It's just a pity," Wanli sneered, "This person is okay to see a doctor, but it's a little unreasonable." He only understands medicine, but he does not understand medicine. ”

"Back to his master, he just doesn't understand the medical country!" Wang An finished wiping his feet, put on his shoes on both feet, gently brought the wooden basin aside, and set up the stand of the reclining chair with his hand: "Doctors should pay attention to the right medicine, and a certain course of treatment can be effective." However, sometimes the medicine country cannot easily prescribe the right medicine, and the course of treatment may be longer, after all, the overall situation must be considered! So saying, he poured the wine from the barrel back into the jar.

"What are you still pouring in there for?" Wanli asked suspiciously.

"The people below all believe that the Lord is a fairy body, and they are all looking forward to getting this thing that is stained with fairy energy! Make such a small bowl and put it in your bedroom to keep you safe for the rest of your life. And it's a pity that the sixty-year-old Moutai has fallen, so it's a pity! Wang An said pitifully with the wine altar.

"That's it! I don't know the fireworks in the world? How can anything I have touched have a fairy spirit? That's what they're telling you! Don't fall for them! Besides, anyone who drinks secretly will get sick! There is no shortage of this thing in the palace! Wanli was a little angry, these slaves and maids below were not honest in their work, and they did all the things that didn't matter! If there were half of Wang An's loyal celebrants, how could it be done like that?

"Hmm." Wang An's answer was a little strange, as if his throat was choked, and Wanli looked at him. He turned around and walked to the jade basin held by the rosewood, pretending to wash his hands, and took advantage of the situation to pick up a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his face, but Wanli could see that he was wiping his tears.

When he came over, he took the basin and the jar and walked out: "The slave maid will have it poured out." ”

"What's going on? Hiding from my tears? But is it difficult for someone to do it for you today? Wanli's face suddenly became gloomy. It's not that he doesn't know some broken rules under the celebrant supervisor, but he can treat others but not Wang An! He was personally summoned by himself to be the head of the chamberlain, and those people dared to embarrass him, but they didn't take me seriously!

Wang An walked to his side, knelt down and kowtowed, and said, "Listening to the master's telling the slave and maid not to give this wine to the next person, it shows the master's bodhisattva heart." Thinking of me, so many subjects of the Ming Dynasty and the people have to rely on the master to protect the slaves and maids alone, I feel sad. ”

"But where is the calamity?" Wanli remembered what he had just said about the doctor and the country, and he seemed to be thoughtful, he shouldn't have no purpose, and he was only called back today, and it stands to reason that he wouldn't mention things that shouldn't be said to himself.

"Zhejiang's change from rice to mulberry is almost on the right track, and the slaves and maids are not worried about this. I am afraid that the master is dedicated to the people, but the people below do not let the master know what to know. Wang An slammed his head and blood flowed out.

"Make it clear!" Wanli frowned, looking at him like this, it seemed that something had happened somewhere, but he was pressed one level at a time, and one layer at a time, but now he was kept in the dark.

"Great drought in the southwest...... They have been hiding from their masters! Because of the drought in Guizhou, people went out to beg for food, but they stopped them, and many people were killed by drought and starvation; There was a civil uprising in Sichuan, and they didn't let their masters know. Millions of people in the whole world want to let the master protect them alone, but they are all free. Long live the master, the people are miserable! "Wang An has long been prepared, he can die, but he can't let those people splash dirty water on the emperor's face, but the good things they have done can't let the emperor be scolded by all the people!