A few days have passed since the last time Jiajing came to the pier to bid farewell to the round-the-world fleet.

In the past few days, the entire capital has been peaceful, and there is no quiet in the court, and there is no wave.

In King Yu's mansion, Zhu Zaikun was sitting at the top of the room, and said so to the housekeeper.

"My father has already announced a few days ago that he will come to the 100-day banquet, so be sure to be fully prepared!"

When the housekeeper heard this, he bowed slightly to Zhu Zaikun, and immediately responded respectfully.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Zhu Zaikun withdrew his gaze from the housekeeper, and after thinking for a while, he asked about the invitation: "By the way, have the invitations been sent?" How did the ministers reply? ”

Seeing this, the butler knew in his heart that King Yu was still obsessed with what had happened before, and then saw the butler retract his gaze and replied respectfully: "Your Highness, the invitations were sent out not long ago, and the officials who received the invitations swore that they would come as scheduled to participate in the 100-day banquet that Your Highness held for your son." ”

After Zhu Zaikun learned the news from the housekeeper, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, as if he had thought of something, Zhu Zaikun smiled bitterly and said slowly.

"Most of them are looking at their father's face, so they agreed so simply."

After Zhu Zaikun finished speaking, he muttered in a low voice in a voice that he could only hear.

"Wait, when Gu inherits the throne one day, this kind of thing won't happen again!"

Just as the housekeeper was about to say comfort, he saw that the confused look on Zhu Zaikun's face disappeared, and was replaced by firmness after breaking the confusion.

"It's none of your business, you can go down!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

……

Beijing, Yanfu.

At this moment, Yan Shifan's hand was holding the invitation from King Yu's Mansion and knocked on Yan Song's door.

"Come in!"

In the room, Yan Song's voice came from the ancient well.

When Yan Shifan heard this, he pushed the door straight in.

In the room, Yan Song was sitting in front of the bookcase, practicing calligraphy, and there was an inexplicable charm between the pen and the dragon.

Yan Shifan stopped and watched for a long time, and when Yan Song finished writing the last word, he said in appreciation: "Father's calligraphy level is getting higher and higher, no wonder the boss of Liuxinju wants to pay 10,000 taels of silver to buy your ink treasure!" ”

When Yan Song heard this, he glanced at Yan Shifan, did not comment on his words, and immediately asked.

"Tell me, what's going on again?"

When Yan Shifan heard this, he laughed, put the invitation sent by King Yu in his hand in front of Yan Song, and then asked: "Father, in a few days it will be the 100-day banquet of King Yu's son, do we need to prepare anything in advance?" ”

When Yan Song heard this, he glanced at Yan Shifan lightly, picked up the invitation on the table, and after looking at it twice, he turned to order: "That's it, you can look at this matter!" ”

"The gift doesn't need to be too brilliant, just get the heart, understand?"

After Yan Song finished speaking, he was afraid that Yan Shifan would not understand what he meant, so he immediately added.

"Yes, father, the child will go down and get ready!"

After Yan Shifan responded, he didn't stop too much, turned around and left Yan Song's room, and took the door with him.

After Yan Shifan left, I saw Yan Song looking at the invitation on the table with cloudy eyes, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "His Royal Highness King Yu, you are really a poor person!" ”

After Yan Song finished speaking, he shook his head imperceptibly, immediately spread out the pen and paper, and continued to practice calligraphy.

……

The Forbidden City, the Palace of Nourishing the Heart.

At this moment, I saw Jiajing dressed in a blue-gray robe, sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes seemed to be closed.

And not far from Jiajing, there are several Taoist scriptures scattered at random, and on the bookcase on the side, cinnabar and corresponding yellow paper are neatly placed.

Since Jiajing found that he was still lacking in spiritual power, he thought of drawing talismans to exercise his mental power, and from this, Jiajing began to experiment.

The hall of nourishing the heart was full of smoke, like a fairyland, and then, I saw Jiajing's eyes suddenly bloom with a fine light, Jiajing got up from the futon, came to the bookcase, dipped the brush in cinnabar, and secretly mobilized the mana in the body, and began to devote himself to the work of drawing the rune seal.

At this moment, Jiajing's whole body was wrapped in lilac mana, and the aura around him that was originally silent also resonated because of Jiajing's behavior and became active again.

While Jiajing silently recited the mantra in his heart, he also carefully poured the mana in his body into the paper.

Since Jiajing had already had experience in drawing talismans before this, the speed of his talisman drawing had also been greatly improved compared to before.

The more Jiajing painted, the more handy he felt, and the speed of drawing talismans gradually accelerated, and after a while, Jiajing finished drawing three talismans that emitted a lilac light.

Seeing this, Jiajing mobilized some mana to let the three completed talismans float in front of him, and then began to perceive his spiritual power.

After seeing that his spiritual strength had improved slightly, Jiajing was overjoyed, and immediately waved his hand, put these three talismans into his sleeve, and said to himself silently.

"It seems that my previous conjecture was correct, drawing the talisman seal can indeed improve some of the spiritual power."

Jiajing suppressed his inner thoughts, and soon began to draw the talisman seal again, and this time, Jiajing did not draw the thunder talisman, but the talisman specially used to pray for rain.

Jiajing's hands kept moving, and more and more talisman seals were drawn, one, two, three......

Just as Jiajing drew the sixth picture, a violent feeling of dizziness suddenly came from his mind, Jiajing saw this situation, and knew that he had reached the limit, and he was about to withdraw his mana.

Jiajing looked at the six rain prayer seals that had been drawn, a smile appeared on his face, and as before, he beckoned and put these six runes into his sleeve.

I saw Jiajing wave his hand quite casually, take back the mana, everything in the Heart Cultivation Hall was restored to its original state, and the smoke that was originally in the Heart Cultivation Hall quickly disappeared.

Then, Jiajing sat on the dragon chair, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

"If there is a place where there is a drought, I can use these drawn talismans to pray for rain?"

"I only need to take out the talisman seal, recite a few words of mantra silently, and in an instant, the heavy rain will fall!"

Subsequently, this idea was vetoed by Jiajing himself.

"No, the use of these sigils requires the infusion of mana, as well as the corresponding formulas, and no one can use these sigils except me!"

"I can't go there every time there's a drought in a place, and I'm going to have to run it myself, right?"

Just as Jiajing was still racking his brains to think about the possible uses of these drawn talismans, Lu Fang's voice came from outside the Heart Cultivation Palace.

"Your Majesty?"

Hearing this, Jiajing suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind and spoke.

"Well, come in!"

After getting Jiajing's permission, Lu Fang, who had been waiting outside the Heart Cultivation Palace, pushed the door in.

As soon as he entered the Heart Nourishing Palace, Lu Fang obviously felt that he was a lot more relaxed, and his whole body was wrapped in an inexplicable warmth, and even the fatigue accumulated in the recent period disappeared in an instant.

(End of chapter)