On the twenty-ninth day of the thirty-ninth month of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, the noon gate of the Forbidden City.

"Who told you to say those words to the emperor?"

Feng Bao, the eunuch of the East Factory, leaned down, looked at Zhou Yunyi, the Qintian Eunuch who was lying on the ground, and asked softly.

Hearing Feng Bao's question, Zhou Yunyi opened his eyes vigorously, at this moment he was wearing a disheveled hair, his face was blue and swollen, and the official uniform he was wearing had already been tattered because of the torture, and the white shirt full of patches could be seen from the torn place.

Zhou Yunyi squinted at Feng Bao, endured the pain from all over his body, reluctantly sorted out his appearance, and said loudly: "The imperial court spends excessively, the government is greedy for ink, the people are not happy, and the sky is angry and resentful!" As the supervisor of Qintian, as an official of the Ming Dynasty, it is necessary for me to point out this, minister, never give up! ”

After speaking, Zhou Yunyi turned his head and said no more.

After hearing this, Feng Bao stood in place, shook his head unobtrusively, without a trace of expression on his face, for a long time, he sighed, and said to the eunuch beside him: "Court staff." ”

After speaking, Feng Bao paced and left without looking back, and behind him, the eunuchs who had been lined up in two rows raised the wooden sticks in their hands high and fell down heavily.

The huge noon gate of the Forbidden City, except for the dull sound of wooden sticks hitting the flesh, no sound could be heard.

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At night, in the West Garden of the Forbidden City, Emperor Jiajing, wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe, is sitting on a futon, his eyes are closed, there are several Taoist scriptures scattered on the small table on the side, there are incense burners around the room, the incense mist is swirling, and the refreshing fragrance surrounds the whole room, which lasts for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, Emperor Jiajing, who had been closing his eyes tightly, slowly opened his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that I really crossed over, or crossed over to become Emperor Jiajing."

Ji Shi touched his chin, feeling the endless life force surging in his body, as if he was thinking about everything that happened before.

Ji Shi himself is a medical student, because he stayed up late at night to catch up on dramas, he accidentally died suddenly, and after waking up, he crossed over to Emperor Jiajing.

The original Emperor Jiajing has reached an obsessive attitude towards immortality, and not long ago, Fang Shijin, a subordinate of Emperor Jiajing, presented a book of cultivation secrets, and Jiajing was overjoyed after getting it, and immediately began to cultivate according to the above method.

Who knew that this cultivation secret book was true, Jiajing really succeeded in cultivating immortals and became a high-ranking immortal, but then thunder and fire fell from the sky, almost razing the Wanshou Palace where Jiajing was located to the ground, and Jiajing himself died in this disaster, and the cultivation secret book was also destroyed.

If you divide the level according to the novels you read in Ji Shi's previous life, the strength of this body should be around the first level of qi refining.

In addition, since there has been no snow in the vicinity of Jingshi for more than a year, the original body had to make a sin before, fasting for 15 days, praying for snow for the people, and now it is the thirteenth day.

The door of Jiajing's room was gently pushed open, and an old eunuch wearing a crimson official uniform, with wrinkles on his face and gray hair, bowed down, and his steps were very light, and he stopped after walking in front of Emperor Jiajing, his face was full of respect.

"Your Majesty."

"Hmm."

Jiajing nodded, the person who came was Lu Fang, the eunuch who was the master of ceremonies, and he was the only one who could meet Emperor Jiajing without a report.

"How's everything going? Is there any movement on them? ”

"Your Majesty, there is no movement on the Shoufu side for the time being, but Qingliu's side seems to be indignant about this, and Tan Lun from the Ministry of Rites also threatened to participate in a copy."

"Then, what about that Zhou Yunyi?"

"Dead."

After Lu Fang finished speaking, he lowered his head, not daring to look at the emperor's expression.

Jiajing just stood up from the futon silently, and when Lu Fang saw this, he hurriedly went to help.

"Let's go with me."

"Yes."

Jiajing was in front and Lu Fang was behind, Lu Fang lowered his body, supported Jiajing with one hand, and walked out of the room tremblingly.

The sky has already darkened, a bright moon hangs high in the air, and the lanterns in various parts of the West Garden are also lit in time, passing by a team of forbidden troops responsible for patrolling from time to time, and the palace maids and eunuchs who are busy on the side of the road see the holy car coming, they all kneel on the ground in fear, and Jiajing and Lu Fang, the master and servant, walked step by step along the path paved with stone slabs, followed by a group of serving eunuchs and palace maids.

"I'm a little tired, so let's rest here for a while."

After Emperor Jiajing finished speaking, he pointed to the small pavilion by the lake and gestured.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lu Fang bowed in response, and then the eunuchs and palace maids who were in charge of serving behind him spread cushions on the stone benches and placed all kinds of delicate pastries, and there was a little heat in the jade-like cyan teapot.

"You sit with you, too." Jiajing looked at Lu Fang, who was still standing on the side, and greeted.

"Slaves don't dare." Lu Fang's head bowed deeply.

"If you want to sit, you can sit, what so much nonsense." Jiajing said, with a hint of unhappiness in his tone.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lu Fangcheng sat down in fear, straightened his body, his eyes did not dare to look directly at Jiajing, and he did not make any movement.

"Come, try this tea, this is the West Lake Longjing that just came out this year."

After Jiajing finished speaking, he pointed to the cyan teapot on the table that was still emitting heat, almost at the same time, a maid poured the tea, and the whole set of actions was smooth, without half a minute of delay, after doing this, the maid bowed slightly and returned to the previous position.

Lu Fang picked up the tea, took a sip slightly, the original furrows and wrinkles on his face seemed to stretch out, and exclaimed: "Your Majesty, this is really a rare and good tea, which makes people's lips and teeth fragrant, and the heart is relaxed." ”

Jiajing smiled and nodded, didn't reply, and turned to look at the sparkling lake.

"Your Majesty, this is the account book of the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau this year, please check it."

Lu Fang stood up from his seat, then knelt down in front of Jiajing, and held the ledger high above his head.

"Okay, put it away, don't bother me with this kind of trivial matter."

Jiajing waved his hand and did not take the account book in Lu Fang's hand.

"Your Majesty!"

"I said, put it away."

"Yes."

Lu Fang stood up from the ground, put the ledger back into his sleeve, and stood aside respectfully.

"I have a Ming Dynasty in the south, a Tatar in the north, droughts, floods, floods, locust plagues, in turn, the people are hungry, the officials are greedy for ink, how can we govern the country well with these insects? I want to kill them all! ”

Jiajing said, clenching his fists angrily.

"Your Majesty, slave ......"

Lu Fang had never seen Emperor Jiajing in such a form, so he hurriedly knelt on the ground, and was about to say something to comfort him, when he was interrupted by Jiajing waving his hand.

"But I know that it has to be done step by step."

Jiajing's previously clenched fists parted again, and the anger on his face flashed away, returning to the relaxed state when the master and servant were talking and laughing before.

"Come, continue to drink tea."

Jiajing greeted, and Lu Fang respectfully picked up the teacup.

"Do you think I'm a good emperor?"

Jiajing turned his back, looked at the night scene in the distance, and asked coldly.

Hearing only the sound of 'click', the teacup in Lu Fang's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, Lu Fang didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, responding in panic.

"Your Majesty, of course, is a good emperor, since he succeeded to the throne, he has reformed maladministration, worked hard, appointed talents, and worked hard for hundreds of millions of people in the Ming Dynasty.

At this moment, Lu Fang's whole person seemed to be full of strength, his body was tense, and his face was unquestionable, which made Jiajing can't help but have a trace of illusion: in front of him is not an old man who is close to old age, but an official who has just entered the career with lofty ambitions.

After listening to it, Jiajing seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and he leaned back and fell back with his laughter, and it took a long time to come to his senses, but he just stretched out a hand and motioned for Lu Fang to help.

"I'm a little tired, let's go back."

The two of them went one after the other, and set out on the way home.

Suddenly, Jiajing's face felt a trace of coolness, and when he looked up, the flying snow fell from the sky, which was even more beautiful under the bright moonlight, Jiajing stretched out his palm to catch it, and the snowflakes melted the moment they touched the palm.

Lu Fang, who was on the side, smiled and said softly, "Your Majesty, it's snowing." ”