In the twenty-seventh year of Jiajing, winter, the Temple of Heaven in Beijing.

"Jingle bells! Jingle bells! ~”

"Taiyi saves suffering, Tianzun is on ......"

On the Temple of Heaven, an old man in a Taoist robe held a bronze bell high, holding a sword, stepping on his feet, and dancing a great god in the position that should belong to the Son of Heaven with words in his mouth.

And under the Temple of Heaven.

All the officials of the empire in Beijing who were above the sixth rank bowed to the ground in a form of piety.

Since the beginning of winter this year, it has been slow to snow.

Inside and outside the capital, all kinds of gossip have long been spreading.

Some people say that Jiajing is dedicated to cultivating the Tao and does not care about the common people.

Some people also say that it is because the court spends excessively and the government is greedy for ink.

Some people even say that the Son of Heaven killed Xia Yan by mistake, so God condemned him.

In short, the hearts of the people in Beijing are moving, and the undercurrents of forces from all sides are surging, and Jiajing can only pin his hopes on Tao Zhongwen, the national teacher of the Ming Dynasty.

In the Temple of Heaven Palace, Jiajing, who had not been out of the palace for a long time, was staring at Tao Zhongwen, who was already tired and sweating.

As long as this snow can fall.

All the gossip will be self-defeating.

The empire will still be firmly in the hands of the Son of Heaven!

And the cabinet, Xu Jie, who knelt down at the foot of Huanqiu, and the others secretly prayed in their hearts.

This snow, don't let it fall.

As long as this snow doesn't fall.

They can then make enough articles.

In short, the monarchs and ministers above the empire, who determine the life and death of all people, bet all their bets on this seemingly absurd, but in fact absurd sacrificial ceremony.

Among the hundred officials, there was only a young Yushi who looked at this absurd performance with a complicated expression.

His name is Ning Jue.

It was the twenty-sixth year of Jiajing's new science and technology jinshi, and he died depressed because he missed the fact that Shu Jishi gave him a Jiangnan Provincial Supervision Imperial History, and then Ning Jue, who had the same name and surname, became the owner of this body in a daze.

It is also commonly known as crossing.

Fortunately, Ning Jue still has a secret, that is, as long as he succeeds in his death and does not affect others, he can return to modern society to obtain a large amount of "crossing compensation".

The so-called death, Ning Jue is still clear.

Seeking death as a direct purpose = suicide.

Seeking death as the fundamental purpose = death.

Looking at the absurd scene in front of him, Ning Jue was obviously firm again in his idea that he must return to modern times.

"Grandma's...... Lao Tzu went back to see the young lady dancing in black silk, no better than watching the old man dance here! ”

Ning Jue quietly stretched his legs, which were already a little numb.

After looking around and not seeing Jiajing's shadow, Ning Jue could only kneel back.

Ning Jue didn't want to kneel here.

But his own fame hangs here, even if he goes up to raise the altar of Tao Zhongwen now.

There is a high probability that he will be thrown into the edict and sentenced to exile, and this place of smoke and miasma everywhere in the Ming Dynasty will be miserable if it becomes a natural death.

You have to do it in one step.

It stands to reason that he is an orphan with no father and no mother, and Jiajing is the emperor as long as he goes to seek a dynasty.

The task was supposed to be easy.

But who would have thought that Jiajing would not go to court at all!

Can I only go back to writing a recital?

Ning Jue's heart couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Things that can be solved with their mouths, who wants to code words!

………………

Sainomiya.

Jiajing, who was dressed in a Taoist robe and wore a fragrant leaf crown on his head, was staring at Xu Jie and Yan Song, who were kneeling in front of the hundred officials.

And behind Jiajing, there is the eunuch Huang Jin, who is the master of ceremonies.

Huang Jin is the old man of Xingwangfu and Jiajing's "big companion".

"Emperor, there is news from Dongchang, I heard that several imperial histories of the Metropolitan Procuratorate are going to die later today."

Jiajing, who was originally standing at the gate of the palace, suddenly pulled down his face.

"Who's at who's instigating?"

Huang Jin on the side said in a low voice: "The East Factory has inspected several times, and there is no sign of someone instigating, and these people are neither the old protégés of Yan Ge nor the old protégés of Xu Ge, they should be spontaneous ......."

Hearing this, Jiajing's complexion softened slightly, and with a cold snort, he walked to the dragon chair and sat down.

"Sell your name and sell it!"

For the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, Jiajing knows too much.

These Wenchen scolded themselves, and it would be good if they didn't punish them.

And when he had made a truth with them, he had cured them of their sins.

Then it doesn't matter what the specific content of their admonition is, the world will only see the image of their reprimands, but they themselves have been punished for their sins because they have said a few words.

Someone instructed that it would be easier to do, first kill these people, and then put on the hat of a party who fights against differences.

But if no one directs them, they will become a tool for them to gain prestige.

This is a big head, Jiajing naturally won't be on it.

Just when the two monarchs and ministers were chatting in the palace, Tao Zhongwen's sacrifice outside was already coming to an end.

Hundreds of officials bowed five times and kowtowed, and the whole ceremony was officially over.

Ning Jue, whose legs had long been numb on his knees, also got up from the ground with difficulty and prepared to go home.

It's just that Ning Jue was about to go home.

found that the people in the distance were noisy, and I saw one of my colleagues running directly towards Tao Zhongwen on the Huanqiu with Chao Wat in his hand.

"Tao Zhenren! The lower official asked, after the sacrifice to the sky, how many days can it snow?! ”

The Temple of Heaven already has an echo wall, and when the imperial history stood on the hill and shouted, everyone in the Temple of Heaven could hear it clearly.

That Yushi is deliberately forcing Tao Zhongwen to express his position in public!

Jiajing, who was sitting in the palace, couldn't help but be stunned, and then walked quickly to the gate of the palace and stared at the two people on the hill.

I saw Tao Zhongwenwu, who was blocked on the hill, shook off the dust and said loudly.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Tao Zhongwen's sonorous voice echoed through the echo wall in the Temple of Heaven.

"Haotian God has seen the hand of Emperor Wanshou, and there will be rain and snow in the near future, please be calm and impatient."

The Metropolitan Procuratorate is also known as Xiantai, and Bingxian is another name for the imperial history.

It's just that the imperial history has no intention of letting Tao Zhongwen leave.

Instead, he stopped in front of Tao Zhongwen, scolded and asked, "Tao Zhenren!" How many days is it? Could it be that it will snow in Naoli next year, and it will also be due to real people?! ”

Tao Zhongwen was stunned in place.

Some looked at the imperial history incoherently.

"How can this heavenly opportunity be lightly revealed? There will be rain and snow in the month......"

But the imperial history grabbed Tao Zhongwen's arm and said, "Please also ask Tao Zhenren to show it!" When will it snow? ”

The voice of the Imperial History echoed in the sky above the Temple of Heaven.

Soon, beside Ning Jue, two more imperial historians stepped forward and stopped directly at the steps of Huanqiu, and said in unison

"Please also ask Tao Zhenren to show me when there will be snow in Daming!"

This year is the twenty-seventh year of Jiajing, and Tao Zhongwen has already led the young master, the young guard, and the young master, and he has led the three orphans by himself!

Not to mention the end of the Ming Dynasty, even if you count the Han, Tang, and Song dynasties in front, there is no second one, and these officials have already itched their teeth!.

Obviously, Tao Zhongwen didn't say a specific date today, and these people didn't plan to let him go!