Lian Laosan didn't expect that the carriage that Wu Jie was sitting in would run so far and almost cross the entire Yanjing City.

On such a hot day, even though it was night, I ran with the carriage for half an hour, and the sweat on my body continued to gush out like spring water, and my breathing was rough for a while.

Several times, he couldn't help but stop and collapsed directly to the ground.

If it were replaced by the previous third child, it is estimated that it would have been broken long ago.

It's strange to say, whenever he can't breathe, his heart beats like a beat, and his strength is exhausted, an indescribable force swells up from the dantian.

Immediately, the spiritual platform was clear, the heartbeat slowed down, and the breathing gradually stabilized.

This is probably the beauty of Tai Chi, the breath breath of Neijiaquan is really magical.

After running for a long time, even the third child became more and more frightened the more he ran.

It stands to reason that Yanjing City should have been curfew after dark, and ordinary people are running around the streets, and the officials of Shuntianfu have already come out to arrest them.

From beginning to end, the streets were very clean, and no one came up to bother.

"What the hell is going on?" Even Lao San's heart was shocked, and as soon as his steps were chaotic, he saw the carriage in front of him slow down.

The bright lights in front of me are a large garden.

At the entrance of the garden are armor soldiers with long knives in their hands, with their chests and abdomen.

Seeing the carriage coming, the guards at the door did not block it, and without even making a sound, they dodged to both sides at the same time and let Wu Jie and them in.

"This is ......" Lian Laosan glanced up and saw the towering palace wall on the right-hand side, "This is the West Garden, Wan ...... Where the Lord lives......" Even the third child's heart was cold, and his body trembled like an electric shock.

Even the third child was working on the dock a few days ago.

The wharf has always been a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, and the three religions and nine streams gather. Yanjing people are also well-known for their ability to talk about politics, talking about the political secrets of Yanjing City, and the legend of the palace is as vivid as seeing it with their own eyes. After mixing in the docks these days, even if even the third child is honest and listens to the same, he knows everything about the city well.

A while ago, he happened to deliver goods to this area with a few porters, and at that time, a porter pointed to this piece of courtyard and proudly said that this is the West Garden, the place where the Lord of Long Live rests.

At that time, even the third child was still very strange, and asked the emperor if he didn't live in the palace, how did he live here?

The porter glanced at him with the eyes of his subordinates, and replied: "That place in the palace is too crowded and noisy, long live the lord Li Wanji, Li Qianji, any opportunity, naturally to find a quiet place." ”

Even the third child glanced at the palace vigorously at that time, and thought: I don't know what kind of situation this emperor lives, and how luxurious it is.

"Childe...... Childe, he was able to enter and leave the palace at will. This, this, this, what kind of great opportunity did Childe encounter to come to the side of the Long Live Lord. Yes, he must have seen the Long Live Lord. ”

Even the third child stood in the distance in a daze, only to feel that a fire seemed to be lit in his heart, and he was proud and proud.

…… Let's say that Wu Jie entered the West Garden, and as usual, he still went to the Yuxi Palace where Emperor Jiajing lived.

Huang Jin arranged a room for Wu Jie to live in, and said that when he had nothing to do during the day, he could go to the library to read the manuscript, and naturally there would be someone to serve him, and if he needed anything, just say it. Just go back to the celebrant to be on duty in the West Garden, not table.

Yuxi Palace is not big, but it is cool and tight, there is a lake breeze blowing, and living in it is much more comfortable than in your own house.

Because there was no sleepiness, Wu Jiesuo went up to the rockery again, and when he looked up, the lights of the entire Zhongnanhai were lit up, and they were not extinguished all night. In addition to the emperor's residence, there are also the duty rooms of the celebrant and the cabinet.

In fact, since Emperor Wuzong lived here, the celebrant and the prime ministers of the cabinet have all moved here to work. As for the serious yamen in the imperial city, there are only ordinary officials left, and they rarely go there several times in a month.

"Taoist temple, is this really a Taoist temple?" Wu Jie looked at the sea of lights outside and couldn't help but smile.

The second day got up early in the morning, Wu Jie had nothing to go out, so he had to enter the book house again.

As soon as I entered the door, I found that the inside had changed, and several eunuchs dressed as slaves were busy coming and going, bringing in a lot of books.

When asked, a little eunuch replied: "Zhenjun said, Gongzi, you have to participate in this year's township examination in Shuntianfu, and you can't waste your homework in peacetime, let me wait to send some books over, so that you can review your homework in peacetime, so as not to delay your future." ”

Wu Jie flipped through a few books casually, but when he saw it, he was taken aback. These are all files that are rare for ordinary people, and they are all the papers of the township examinations of all walks of life in Shuntianfu and Beizhili, and they have all been combined into a collection. The title page of the book is also stamped with the imprints of the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Officials, and the Secretary and Superintendent when they were filed.

As for Zhu Xi's "Notes on the Four Books", it is naturally among them.

The papers of the various examinations of the imperial court are also among them, which is really a good reference material.

If the average reader sees this kind of thing, he is naturally ecstatic.

It's a pity that Wu Jie is not interested in this thing, so he looked at a few scrolls at random and put them aside. Anyway, he has the topic in hand, and he doesn't need to spend so much effort to read it.

After breakfast, a cup of tea, and a half-day meditation, Wu Jie slowly grinded the ink and wrote "The Story of Stones".

There was no hurry at the moment, I wrote a few words, pulled a book from the shelf and read two pages, and then wrote a few more words.

It looks laid-back, but it's actually extremely fast.

By noon, a large chapter of six thousand words had been written.

When he was writing, there was naturally a eunuch next to him to help with the transcription and proofreading.

Even if Wu Jie wrote without a match, the eunuch was still tired enough.

By the afternoon, I couldn't hold on anymore, so I changed to another person.

At the end of the day, Wu Jie actually wrote 10,000 words.

This whole day, Jiajing did not appear, which made Wu Jie a little disappointed.

However, according to the eunuch who helped proofread the transcript next to him, Zhenjun has been refining qi in the quiet room and is not idle. However, his old man had instructed that if the manuscript was written, it would be submitted immediately.

By the next day, Jiajing finally came over. However, he only stayed by Wu Jie's side for a moment, glanced at the manuscript, and then turned around and left, without saying a word from beginning to end.

After another five days like this, Jiajing is still the same dead face, basically different from Wu Jie.

However, Huang Jin came to serve Emperor Jiajing every day, and whenever he was free, he went to Wu Jie to read the manuscript, and then chatted with him about a few words.

Through the small talk with Huang Jin, Wu Jie was not without gains, at least he had a clear understanding of how the political axe of the Ming Dynasty worked, and the clear and unspoken rules between the yamen and the yamen.

Talking to this old man is a little interesting, and it can be regarded as a little pleasure in life.

This day, Wu Jie still finished writing the manuscript and sat in the book room leisurely drinking tea. According to the previous situation, this is the time when Huang Jin is free, and he should come over to chat with him.

But it was Jiajing who came in, and there were no other eunuchs around.

Wu Jie pretended not to know his identity, and owed his body: "I've seen the immortal chief." ”

Jiajing couldn't see any expression on his face: "Wu Jie, it seems that you are about to take the township test, I heard that you don't seem to have made any preparations?" ”

"I don't need to prepare, I went to the exam room, read the questions, and put pen to paper." Wu Jie replied casually.

The corners of Jiajing's mouth curled, and the dead man's face became vivid: "You have confidence." By the way, Ben Zhenjun is here to ask you something. ”

"Zhenjun said."

Jiajing: "I have seen your manuscript for the seventeenth Grand View Garden test questions on the return of the Rongguo Mansion to the province to celebrate the Lantern Festival." ”

Wu Jiewei thought about it and was a little surprised: "I've written so much." ”

Jiajing didn't think Wan'er: "You write too fast, and you can read it heartily." By the way, Ben Zhenjun saw that the couplets in the Grand View Courtyard in your book were done well, but what you wrote or borrowed from others? ”

Wu Jie nodded unashamedly: "Naturally, it was made by Wu Jie." ”

"Well, really well done!" Jiajing praised: "Especially the sentence 'Baoding tea is still green, and the ghost window chess is still cool'." That kind of casual and leisurely mood seems to come into view. Won my heart. The world is for the sake of fame and profit, and it is said that it is busy in the end, like Ben Zhenjun, although he is dedicated to the pursuit of immortality, he still has a bond that cannot be cut. If you really think about it, if you are poetic and casual, that is the fairy situation. ”

Wu Jie smiled slightly: "Actually, whether it's hard work or leisure, as long as you can bear the ethereal heart, it is said that it is all in the realm of immortals." The so-called spring is red and autumn has a moon, there is a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter, if there is nothing to worry about, it is a good season in the world. ”

Jiajing's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance: "There is a lot of mystery, I want to come to Wu Jie, you also have a lot of research on Taoism, right?" ”

Wu Jie shook his head: "I don't know anything, I used to read a few Buddhist scriptures with my mother when I was a child, and I just had some feelings." In fact, whether it is Zen or Taoism, in the final analysis, it is just a kind of understanding of everything in this world. I think, I think, so I exist. The practice of any person, any sect or sect, is actually the same. First of all, we should understand the world and grasp the laws of operation of this world. Then detachment, from nothing, and then to nothing. When you realize it, you have to be at ease. ”

After that, Wu Jie read casually: "The body shape is in the shape of a crane, and there are two letters under a thousand Panasonics." I came to ask without words, the clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle! ”

"A good cloud is in the blue sky, and the water is in the bottle." Jiajing's body was shocked, "But let the true monarch's Dao heart shake the heart and the demons attacked, let's stop here today." Let's go to the ashram and meditate on pranayama. ”

After speaking, he waved the cuffs of his heavy padded jacket and went straight out.

Wu Jie was proud in his heart, knowing that his words were in Jiajing's heart, and he was already familiar with it in front of the emperor.

His heart moved, if he could be in the emperor's heart, he might be able to find an opportunity to intercede for Miss Tang.

After another hour, Huang Jin came in with a happy face, and he didn't talk nonsense: "Wu Jie, can you write green words, how do you write?" ”

Wu Jie said proudly: "Carving insect Xiaojier." ”

Huang Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine, Wan ...... Ten thousand...... Zhenjun ordered you to write a green word, and I will do it immediately. Wait for the next night to burn the sacrifice to the heavens, and ask you to serve by name. ”

(To be continued)