Jiajing's shock is understandable.

Previously, he had already read the green words written by Wu Jie, and he was naturally greatly admired. Seeing that Yan Song was not convinced, he was not angry: Yan Song, Yan Song, you are old, what are you fighting with young people, and what is there to fight for. The case of the Datong General Soldier's Qiu Luan is related to my decency, and if I only do the first evil, I don't care about you. The reason why you were asked to write Qingzi just now is to show you my attitude, but you are unrelenting.

If you really talk about green words, although you do a good job, it is just a more beautiful rhetoric and a more neat battle, but there is nothing that makes people's eyes shine.

You've written a lot of books before, but I haven't memorized one.

And as soon as Wu Jie's green words come out, I'm afraid I won't be able to forget it in my life!

Just now you were pestering others, so I asked Wu Jie to give you a wake-up call.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jie did not recite the old work, but made a new one.

Although this article is much shorter than before, it has restrained the frivolous temperament and replaced it with a heavy and high-spirited spirit.

Just as handsome, vast, wanton, and chic.

"This Wu Festival is so high, it's really unexpected!"

Jiajing's spirits were lifted, and there was nothing more nuanced and appropriate than burning a sacrifice with green words.

He pointed to the pen and paper: "Huang Jin, you copy it down." ”

As soon as the voice came out, it was extremely loud, obviously because he couldn't control his emotions under the agitation.

"Yes, Hooray." Huang Jin hurriedly stepped forward, and waved the old grass with a stroke of the wild grass when the Taoist drew the talisman.

Holding it in his hand: "Your Majesty, do you want to burn this text now?" ”

Wu Jie saw that Jiajing was so excited, and said in his heart: Since it has already been performed, the surname Suo is more indulgent, or he will not do it, or he will do it if he wants to do it.

He shouted: "Don't worry, Duke Huang, Wu Jie still has His Majesty the Qingzi Servant." ”

"Ah, and!" Not only Jiajing, but even Huang Jin and Yan Song shouted in a low voice.

Wu Jie didn't wait for Jiajing to nod, and continued to read: "Fu Wen Miao Dao is subtle, not earthly and measurable; Round dome, there is integrity to pass. Stretch out the selfishness of shame, and blaspheme the virtue of wisdom. Remembering the three bureaus of the minister's division, he is engaged in six officials. Diligence is more at the end of the year, and the province is every night. Yesterday on the New Year's Day, taste the wish. Xu Dajiao's prayer, begging for the protection of the soul. Today's birthday, I respectfully press Kewen. Gather Taoist couples in the mandala, and let the top be in the incense. Returning to the Holy Pilot, Qu enjoys the shame. I hope that God will be merciful and holy will bless him. Extend the longevity of relatives, and the Xixiang of the Maohe family. The three exams are completed, and the celebration of the replacement is prayed; A hundred gods come to the face, so that there is no risk of stagnation. ”

This time, I don't need Huang Jin to ghostwrite, because there are many words, and the speed of this old eunuch can't keep up. Wu Jiesuo picked up the brush and dipped it in a full tube of cinnabar, and the dragon and snake flew under the pen, and the mouth was as clear as a mouth.

is still Su Shi's sloppy vertical and horizontal, extremely changing literary style.

When the reading is finished, the words are finished.

I lit it casually and threw it into the incense burner.

"Good!" Jiajing's hair stood up when he heard this, and he felt a cool breath under his armpits, fluttering like wings, and his body lost its weight.

And Yan Song and Huang Jin were so shocked that they stayed aside.

But Wu Jie still didn't stop, another article.

Continue to recite aloud, and write the red cinnabar all over the paper: "Luoshui Xuangui Chu Xianrui, Yin number nine, Yang number nine, nine hundred and eighty-one counts, the number is through the Tao, the Tao is in line with the original Tianzun, and there is a sense of sincerity."

Qishan Danfeng Shuangcheng Xiang, male song six, female song six, six six thirty-six sounds, sound in the sky. ”

"And ......" Yan Song was completely numb, this Wu Festival came one after another, casually, without thinking, as casual as eating and drinking.

It's really a light weight, a grandmaster style.

Yes, this is the momentum of the grandmaster.

At least in terms of writing green words, no one in the world can compare to the handsome and upright young man in front of him.

"The afterlife is terrifying, am I really strict...... Old. A kind of numbness and tiredness peculiar to the elderly floated from the bottom of Yan Song's heart, and then lingered.

Looking at Emperor Jiajing, his face was already distorted with excitement.

After Wu Jie read this paragraph, he waved his pen and wrote it. Then, holding Qingteng paper in both hands, he bowed in front of the emperor, and shouted the last sentence with all his strength: "Born Emperor Jiajing, long life without borders!" ”

Huang Jin was completely stunned, and after a long time, he also knelt down with a plop, with tears in his eyes: "Born Emperor Jiajing, longevity is boundless!" ”

All the people fell to their knees.

Yan Song lost all his strength and sat down softly.

"Good, good." Now, Jiajing can only keep repeating the word "good", taking Wu Jie's manuscript, his voice choked: "Flatten!" ”

Then he solemnly walked to the incense burner and turned the crimson into a blazing fire.

"It's done!" Wu Jie secretly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

This time, he finally has a solid position in Jiajing's mind.

After that, whether it is to spread the mind; save the Tang family from fire and water; Or just seeking a peaceful life in this world that is not suppressed by others and is not harmed by others, there is a reliable cornerstone.

Yan Song didn't know how he returned to the mansion, but the road was long, but it seemed to be just a moment.

And the previous scene was like a vague and strange dream, and I couldn't grasp it.

After returning home, the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty walked to his son's bed tiredly, sat so straight and cold, and didn't say a word.

Feeling the same as his father, Yan Shifan struggled to straighten up from the bed: "Father, can it be?" ”

No one spoke.

Yan Shifan's one-eyed eye flashed with a hint of surprise, and he raised his voice: "Father, cough...... Ahem......"

A violent cough burst out of his chest, leaving him with a heat on his body.

Yan Song's eyes were glazed: "Fortunately, I just met someone." ”

"Who?" Yan Shifan's forehead was covered with sweat.

"My teacher's great-grandson-in-law is also your fellow brother." Yan Song was originally a protégé of Yang Tinghe, the former first assistant of the cabinet. Yang Tinghe, the first assistant of the cabinet in the early years of Jiajing, Yang Shen's father.

On the way back, Yan Song immediately ordered someone to check the details of Wu Jie, and this investigation was stunned. This Wu Jie turned out to be Yang Shen's grandson-in-law, and everyone turned out to be the same family.

"Yang Shen's grandson-in-law, father, what's going on, let's talk about it in detail." Yan Shifan frowned and hurriedly asked.

Yan Song hurriedly told his son about the previous scene.

"Father, really...... It's really serious, you need to know that things are done in moderation, especially if you are excessive. Yan Shifan straightened up suddenly, then let out a heart-rending cough, and sighed: "Your Majesty burned the first Qingzi of Wu Jie, which is to save face for you." To be honest, his articles are really well written, much better than mine. Hey, there really are geniuses in this world! ”

He looked at the top of the mosquito net, wondering what he was thinking.

Yan Song was a little anxious: "What is saving face, what is Your Majesty's attitude towards my father and son now?" ”

Yan Shifan smiled: "It's okay, my father's affection for His Majesty has not been deprived yet." ”

Yan Song was born as a Jinshi, and if he really talks about personal qualities, his surname is not bad. His main problem is that he is too greedy for power, but he lacks talent. After becoming the first assistant of the cabinet, he couldn't be a famous minister, so he could only be a minister in power.

Actually, he doesn't have a bright brain. In case of trouble, it is his son and Luo Longwen who make the decision for him.

Yan Song is still very convinced of his son Yan Shifan's intelligence.

Hearing him say that his affection for the emperor was still there, his heart suddenly relaxed, and he smiled: "That's good, that's good." ”

"What's good!" Yan Shifan suddenly became irritable, he was narrow-minded and self-possessed. He only served Yang Shen in his life, but others didn't pay attention to it. Now he suddenly drilled out a Wu Festival, and he was very good at green words.

Previously, he tried to compete in Xiyuan Jiaozhai, ostensibly between his father and Wu Jie, but in fact, it was a literary rivalry between him Yan Shifan and Wu Jie.

Otherwise, he Yan Xiaoge was defeated, and he was defeated very badly.

"What's wrong? Yan Song was a little stunned.

Yan Shifan probably felt that he had a bad attitude, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "Father, if Your Majesty doesn't treat you, it will be impossible for you to accept your words at all. Since he has been used, it means that the Qiu Luan case has been revealed, and there is no need to mention it again. ”

Yan Song thought about it carefully, and immediately smiled: "My son is reasonable, but he is also confused as a father, but he didn't expect this." ”

Yan Shifan smiled bitterly: "I was also anxious just now, my father's favor came from the words made by my son. When it comes to writing about this thing, no one in the world can compare to me, Xu Jie, Zhang Juzheng, Li Chunfang, and they can't do it. But now a Wu Festival suddenly came out, and with him, his son couldn't help but cheer up and deal with it. The wealth of my family is based on His Majesty's heart, but this long-lived lord was born with the surname Liangbo. I think you're good, you're just very good. Once tired of you, they will see you as a mustard. The methods that our family used to invite pets can no longer be used in the future. ”

Yan Song stumbled: "What will be good in the future?" ”

Yan Shifan comforted his father and said: "There is only one thing that can be done, as long as it is done well, it is naturally Jian Zai's heart." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Get the money."

"Get money?" Yan Song was puzzled: "But the money needed to help the drought in Xuzhou?" ”

"No, the big head is on Hu Zongxian's side. When you fight a war, you fight for money and food. Over the years, the treasury has been emptied for the front-line war. And our family can only rely on the victory on the front line to grow its face now, and the military salary over there cannot be broken. ”

"Yes." Yan Song thought for a while: "Wait a minute, I'll send a letter to Luo Longwen and ask him to find a way to raise some money in Jiangnan." Hey, there's no way around it. ”

He sighed: "The expenses calculated at the beginning of the year were thought to be able to support until November, and the rest of the month, everyone tightened their bellies and endured it, and the thirty-nine years of Jiajing have passed." But His Majesty repaired a palace in the east, added a few Dan furnaces to the right, and set up an altar to beat Jiao when he saw the sky, plus the auspicious soil on the other side of Changping is also a big hole, and Mongolia I answered into the Kou, and it is a large amount of military spending. The money for the household department was spent as early as July. ”

"It's going to be half a year younger, and my father doesn't know how to get through."

Yan Shifan sneered: "Jiajing, Jiajing, every family is clean." ”

Yan Song suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "My son can't talk nonsense, be cautious and cautious." ”

(To be continued)