Next to an artificial lake in the Forbidden City, there is a palace built along the lake, called Wanshou Palace.

In a quiet room in the Wanshou Palace, on the jade bed, Jiajing slowly collected his strength, and a few breaths came from the body of several noble concubines and palace maids around him, and with Jiajing's breathing, they breathed into Jiajing's body.

It is the superior dual cultivation technique of Taoism, and if used correctly, both men and women can benefit greatly.

It's just that Jiajing is refreshed right now, and those concubines and palace maids have less air in and more out of gas, so they know that Jiajing is in a hurry to get started.

Also, with his temperament, how can it be mutually beneficial? He'll just take it.

Jiajing is obviously in his fifties, but he looks like he is in his thirties, with a thin face, a long beard, and a feather coat, not like an emperor, but like a Taoist priest.

"Tomorrow some virgins!"

"Whoa!" The eunuch Huang Jin replied from the screen on the side.

"How are the Immortal Masters preparing?" Jiajing asked.

The so-called immortal masters are the three Taoist people enshrined in the palace, namely: Shao Yuanjie, Tao Zhongwen, and Lan Daoxing.

"According to Immortal Shao, everything is ready, just wait for the Dragon Ball to be in place." Huang Jin replied.

"That's very good. Does the cabinet have something important? Jiajing asked again.

"This year, the farmland in Hebei and Shanxi has been changed to grassland, the south of the Yangtze River has been changed to mulberry planting, and the Yangtze River has ...... flood."

"It's business as usual, just look at it and the cabinet will do it." Before he could finish speaking, Jiajing said a little impatiently.

"The Royal Factory has been in a lot of trouble recently, and there have been many smashing incidents, which have affected production. This month's production has all dropped. Huang Jin said again.

"What! How did production go down? Jiajing said unhappily: "Why didn't you say it earlier." ”

"I see Your Majesty ......"

"Huh?"

"I see that the Taishang Daluo Heavenly Immortal Ziji Immortal Sage Zhao Lingtong Yuan Zheng Ying Yuxu is in charge of the Five Thunder Great True Persons Xuandu Realm Wanshou Emperor Jun will be successful in the near future, for fear that these mundane things will disturb the emperor's cultivation." Huang Jinmian did not change his color and said Jiajing's road number.

Such a long road number is really not something that ordinary people can memorize, nor can ordinary people think of.

"Indeed, compared to the cultivation of this emperor, these are indeed small things." Hearing Huang Jin say this, Jiajing loosened his brows and continued:

"Since the factory workers are disobedient, they should all go to the mines. Recruit another group of workers to work for an extra hour every day, and don't delay the output of the factory! ”

These factories include cement, steel, textiles, etc., and their monthly output is a large amount of income, which is much more valuable than those rice mulberries.

"What else?"

"I heard from the people below that Zuo Qianhu asked to see."

"It's him, it's been a long time. But in a few days, this emperor will not be a mortal. These worldly people are still rare. Jiajing said as if nostalgic: "Stop him outside the palace in the future." ”

"Whoa!"

"Elder Yan Ge asks to see you."

"It's too late today, not to see. Let Tao Immortal Master come over, I have something to ask him about his cultivation. ”

"Whoa."

In the temple, a hot pot is eaten until dark, and several people who eat it are full of oil, and their clothes are full of hot pot smell.

Tang Ying was going to go out for a walk and eat, and by the way, he would take a look at the capital at night.

"Isn't it, captain, you're going out to wave again, don't you take us?" Zhang Zichen saw that Tang Ying was about to go out and shouted.

"Yes, yes! We won't sleep, and when we wake up in the morning, the capital is gone! Wang Jinjue said exaggeratedly.

"Uh...... Probably not. I'm just going out and looking. Tang Ying replied a little hesitantly, he really wanted to see the capital at night, and he liked this kind of humanistic fireworks very much.

It's a sight I've never seen before.

"Team Tang, you won't wait to rush to the palace and beat Jiajing violently, right?" Zhang Zichen said again.

"And then we listen to the boom at night and can't sleep, can we?" Wang Jinjue sang and said in harmony with Zhang Zichen.

At this point, Tang Ying didn't say anything anymore, and said, "Okay, you guys come together." ”

The three of them left the temple and headed for the light.

It was a few streets burning with steam flames, bigger and more prosperous than Luoyang's. There is not only food and drink, but also artist performances, and even some spell tricks, each of which makes Tang Ying and the three of them feel novel.

It seems to have traveled through time, returned to the Jiajing Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty, and seemed to be in the night market of the 21st century.

It's ~ It's these running demon cars and steam boilers emitting black smoke, which are a bit of a big spoiler of the scenery, making this antique street full of weirdness.

"Zichen, there is actually a lotus root powder seller here!"

"That's tea soup, sorghum rice noodles and millet noodles." Zhang Zichen glanced at it, sniffed it and said, "It's not lotus root powder." ”

"Zichen, this Ming Dynasty snack and milk skin are really peculiar!"

"It's really peculiar, you can buy it and try it!"

"There was even roast duck on the big night! You have to try this! Wang Jinjue suddenly saw the roast duck restaurant.

"You haven't eaten enough hot pot?" Tang Ying asked.

"I can eat more while I'm growing up." Wang Jinjue touched his round belly and said.

“…… That's fine. I haven't eaten authentic Peking duck yet. Nowadays, eating roast duck in the capital of the Ming Dynasty is indeed a wonderful thing. Tang Ying nodded.

Eating roast duck in the capital of the Ming Dynasty must be more authentic than the old Peking duck.

A few people came to a very high-end decoration and brightly lit roast duck restaurant. The people of Daming will enjoy happiness, and the places with bright lights are mostly restaurants, and the places with dim lights are mostly green buildings.

The restaurant is called "Jufu Building", after they entered, they found that the "Hui" shaped hall of the restaurant is all some domestic slaves, and the stairs upstairs are tightly controlled. The shopkeeper of the restaurant was wiping his sweat and waiting.

"Shopkeeper, a few roast ducks!" Wang Jinjue saw the open flame roast duck on the side, and he could also choose the duck embryo, he looked curiously at the roast duck master flipping the roast duck, and then said.

"This customer happened to be ...... today," the shopkeeper, who was about 50 years old, walked over and clenched his fists.

"Today, the prince of Yanfu is feasting guests, and the idle people are waiting to leave quickly!" Before the shopkeeper finished speaking, the house slave on the side rushed to say.

"You've got the whole restaurant?" Wang Jinjue felt unlucky, no matter how he found a random one, he was all taken care of.

"What kind of identity do we have in Yanfu, why do we need to charter a building?" The house slave said arrogantly.

"......" Wang Jinjue looked at the house slave speechlessly, how to be a dog slave, and also a sense of superiority.

"Who is your master?" Tang Ying asked.

"Our Family ......"

"Forget it, I already know." Tang Ying directly looked through his memories and stabbed him to death with a backhand.

"It turned out to be Yan Shifan!"

The memory of this house slave is really pickled, and he has done a lot of evil things to Yan Shifan.

"Murder!"

"How daring!"

The man's death caused chaos at the scene, with some of the house slaves shouting and others drawing their knives.

The dexterity and speed of the soft sword are suitable for this situation, how can these powerful or extraordinary house slaves resist Tang Xuan, a bulky man?

The time they survive is the time when Tang Ying looks at their memories.

Soon, there was no one else standing at the scene except the shopkeeper.

Mouth!

(End of chapter)