Feng Bao took a fan in his hand and fanned him: "The master has this filial piety at a young age, if the emperor knows, he will definitely be pleased." ”

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then I'm happy, too." The little guy rolled over, a little sleepy, closed his eyes, and said vaguely, "It's going to rain tomorrow." ”

The emperor was not only pleased, but the anger that had been fighting with the ministers for a few days also dissipated a lot when he heard Zhu Yijun's warm words.

He is too young, there are only a few people in the world, except for the eunuchs who serve him closely, there is only the imperial grandfather.

Now, he doesn't quite understand what the people's suffering is, but he wants to make the emperor's grandfather happy.

The imperial grandfather was happy, and he was happy.

Thinking like this, the little one hugged his thin quilt and fell asleep.

Emperor Jiajing was about to go in to see Zhu Yijun, the eunuch came again, and Yushi entered Beijing overnight to report the latest disaster.

The emperor hesitated for a moment, but still walked into the hall. Feng Bao, who was fanning Zhu Yijun, immediately stepped aside.

Emperor Jiajing stood on the edge of the bed and glanced at it, and Zhu Yijun, who was already asleep, suddenly turned over, "chirp", and said something inarticulately.

Emperor Jiajing didn't hear clearly, and asked Feng Bao: "What did he say?" ”

Feng Bao lowered his head and bent over, and said softly: "Back to the emperor, the little master said: It's raining." ”

"Serve well." After speaking, Emperor Jiajing glanced at Feng Bao, turned around and strode away.

Maybe the weather was too hot, Zhu Yijun slept very unsteadily this night, tossing and turning on the bed, posing in various postures, and his forehead was full of fine beads of sweat.

Tonight's weather is unusually hot, and children of this age are already afraid of heat and sweat easily. Feng Bao didn't dare to leave, he kept fanning him, separating his back from his clothes with a dry handkerchief, and he had to change it for about half an hour.

Probably thinking about it day and night, Zhu Yijun occasionally made one or two dreams, babbling, vague, and others must be the same as Emperor Jiajing, and they couldn't hear what he was talking about.

But for more than half a year, Feng Bao and Zhu Yijun have gotten along day and night, never leaving each other, and they are too familiar with his pronunciation and articulation.

He spent the night saying, "Rain, rain, rain, it's going to rain......

Feng Bao patted him on the back and coaxed him so that he could sleep more comfortably. It continued like this until the second half of the night, when the little one gradually quieted down, and this time he was really asleep.

Feng Bao breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the edge of the bed to accompany him for a while. Seeing that he didn't move any more, he calmed down and went to the side to close his clothes and lie down.

In the early morning of the second day, Feng Baotian didn't have to go, and glanced at Zhu Yijun through the gauze tent, the little guy pouted his buttocks and fell asleep face in.

He went out to wash and work. When the hour came, he came into the house and prepared to dress Zhu Yijun.

At this time on weekdays, Zhu Yijun has already woken up. But today when he came to the bedside, the little one was still sleeping deeply.

Feng Bao thought about it, he always thought about the rain last night, and slept late, so it's better to get up late today. So, he turned around and went to do something else.

When he came in again, Zhu Yijun was still asleep. Feng Bao lifted the gauze tent and turned the little guy over, only to find that he was covered with sweat, and quickly took a handkerchief to wipe him.

Compared with the sultry heat of last night, the temperature in the early morning was much cooler, why did this little guy sweat so much, and the light cotton silk bedclothes on his body were wet.

Feng Bao was afraid that he would be sick, so he reached out and probed his forehead, and his body temperature was normal.

Zhu Yijun was sleepy, pushed his hand away quite dissatisfied, turned over, and muttered in a milky voice: "I want to sleep." ”

"Sleep ......"

With that, he fell asleep again.

Feng Bao: "......"

He felt that Zhu Yijun's state was not sick, but tired. It seems that I was able to sleep well after a night shift yesterday.

He doesn't go to school, he doesn't go to work, and it doesn't matter if he sleeps a little longer.

Feng Bao took another clean piece of clothes and changed them lightly, and Zhu Yijun didn't open his eyes during the whole process.

After a while, Chen Ju entered the dormitory and was a little surprised to see that Zhu Yijun was still sleeping. I've been yelling for milk on weekdays, and I haven't woken up today.

Feng Bao waved his hand and gestured to him later for breakfast.

This sleep was more than half an hour. Zhu Yijun suddenly frowned, clenched his fists, buried his head in the pillow and rubbed it twice, pouted his ass and stretched his waist like a cat.

He finally slept enough.

"Otomo!" As usual, before Zhu Yijun opened his eyes, he began to call "Big Companion".

Feng Bao touched his head, just about to say that the milk was ready. Who would have thought that the first thing people said today was not to drink milk, but: "It's raining." ”

He hadn't forgotten it, but the other day he said "Is it raining?" and today he removed the last word.

"No." Feng Bao glanced out the window, although the weather was not as hot as yesterday, it was also a sunny day.

Zhu Yijun insisted: "It's down." ”

Feng Bao changed his clothes: "I really didn't." ”

"Down, down!"

Feng Bao smiled: "Okay, maybe it's in your dream." ”

This statement is very novel, and the little guy laughs happily: "It's so big, it's big~"

Feng Bao tidied up his clothes for him: "It's good." ”

Zhu Yijun excitedly threw himself into the arms of his big companion: "I'm hungry, I want milk!" ”

Breakfast had already been prepared, and Chen Ju ordered someone to bring it in, warm milk, with the best black locust honey, the little one's favorite taste.

Feng Bao picked up the spoon to feed him, but Zhu Yijun pushed his hand away, buried his head in the bowl, and drank it in one go.

When he raised his head, the milky white beard was almost flowing down to his chin.

After drinking the milk, he was still not satisfied, so he grabbed a silver silk roll, but his eyes looked at the hibiscus custard: "This and this." He pointed to a plate of crystal steamed dumplings, "That too." ”

He seemed to be hungry for several meals, a bowl of milk, a bowl of hibiscus custard, two silver silk rolls, four crystal steamed dumplings, and even two bites of seasonal vegetables that he didn't usually look at.

In the end, Zhu Yijun raised his head and looked at Chen Ju pitifully: "I want to." ”

Chen Ju frowned: "Haven't eaten yet?" ”

Zhu Yijun shook his head: "Almost." ”

"What's missing?"

The little guy thought for a moment: "Mutton steamed buns." ”

In the morning, he still has to eat mutton.

Feng Bao touched his belly: "It's almost, if you eat again, you will have to accumulate food." ”

The little guy retreated and took the last crystal steamed dumpling on the plate.

“……”

After eating, smash it, smash it, and smash it, it's still unfinished.

Feng Bao felt more and more that he had worked overtime last night.

After breakfast, Zhu Yijun couldn't stay for a moment, and was about to go out immediately.

Feng Bao asked: "Where does the little master want to go to play today, the Imperial Garden or the Taiye Pool?" ”

The little guy said, "I'm going to find Grandpa." ”

"This ......"

Emperor Jiajing has been overwhelmed by the drought in the three provinces in the past few days, and he can't spare time to coax his little grandson.

Feng Bao squatted down to reason with him: "The emperor has been busy with government affairs recently, is it okay for the little master to go another day?" ”

"Not good!" The little one grinned and smiled happily, "I'm going now." ”

After he finished speaking, he ran out of the hall, holding the threshold with both hands, and turned over very skillfully.

Feng Bao followed him: "Why do you want to go now?" ”

The little guy had already turned neatly to the outside of the hall: "It's raining." ”

“……”

It seems that he is really very persistent in this matter. Two days ago, I thought it was going to rain, and when I woke up today, I don't know why, I always said it was raining.

Emperor Jiajing has not been in the court for more than ten years, and he is usually stepping up the cultivation of immortals at this time to achieve the great cause of ascension as soon as possible.

There has been a drought recently, and today we must be discussing with the Cabinet. Even if Zhu Yijun passed, the eunuch would not let him enter the main hall.

Seeing the little guy staggering out of the yard, Feng Bao hurriedly went over to stabilize him: "Little master...... What do you see this is? ”

He took out something from behind him like a trick, shook it in front of Zhu Yijun's eyes, and then put it on the ground, it was a little frog folded with paper, stretched out his index finger and poked it on the buttocks, and the little frog jumped forward.

Sure enough, a gadget attracted Zhu Yijun's attention. Xiao Tuanzi squatted down, followed Feng Bao's example, and poked the frog's butt with his fingers: "You can try it." ”

Feng Bao hurriedly gave Chen Ju a look and gestured. Chen Ju understood, returned to the hall, and took out the bamboo bell ball.

Playing and playing, Zhu Yijun grabbed the little frog, picked it up and examined it carefully, and then dismantled it.

Feng Bao beckoned all the eunuchs waiting in the courtyard to come over and accompany the little master to play football, consuming his energy.

It was so delayed until lunchtime, a table of delicious, and let the little guy have a full meal, and finally sleepy.

Feng Bao breathed a sigh of relief and took a nap for him.

This sleep was longer than usual, and when he woke up, it was already Shen Shi, Feng Bao thought that he had forgotten about the morning, but Zhu Yijun shouted as soon as he opened his eyes: "It's raining, find the imperial grandfather." ”

“……”

He was so persistent, Feng Bao couldn't stop him, so he had to follow him to the main hall.

It just so happened that at this time, the courtiers all retreated, and Emperor Jiajing sat alone on the dragon chair in the middle, slightly tired.

Zhu Yijun was still outside the hall and began to shout: "Grandpa Huang, Grandpa Huang......" The little milk voice reached the ears of Emperor Jiajing, and he was relieved for no reason.

Zhu Yijun ran all the way up the jade steps, crossed the threshold, staggered to the side of the dragon chair, his knees weakened, and he knelt in front of Emperor Jiajing.

This cute appearance made the emperor laugh, and quickly picked him up: "It's Jun'er here." ”

Zhu Yijun couldn't wait to give him the good news: "It's raining." ”

Unexpectedly, Emperor Jiajing was not surprised to hear him say this. Because I heard it last night. It's hard for him to be at a young age, and he always thinks about making the imperial grandfather happy.

Emperor Jiajing teased him: "Where is it raining?" ”

"Henan."

"Do you still know Henan?"

"Yes!" The little guy retold what Chen Ju told him yesterday, "Out of the capital to the south, after Zhili is Henan." ”

Emperor Jiajing continued to ask him: "When will it be ordered?" ”

"Last night," the little one thought for a moment, and added, "after I fell asleep." ”

Emperor Jiajing scratched his chin: "How do you know that you are asleep?" ”

"Because ......" the little guy looked up triumphantly, "in my dream." ”

"Hahahaha!"

Emperor Jiajing felt that it was an extremely correct decision to take Zhu Yijun into the palace to raise him, at least this little thing could make him feel comfortable every day, but it was really his pistachio.

He didn't take Zhu Yijun's words seriously, the little guy chatted with him, had dinner, and went back to his bedroom to rest.

Early the next morning, the cabinet ministers came to Yuxi Palace. The five-day time limit has arrived, and the emperor is concerned about the victims and wants to pray for rain.

At this moment, an urgent report from Henan was submitted to Emperor Jiajing: the night before yesterday, it had rained in the local drought area!

Subsequently, Shanxi and Shaanxi also submitted emergency reports, and the local drought was lifted.

The ministers first breathed a sigh of relief, and then knelt on the ground: "Congratulations to the emperor, God bless Daming." ”

Emperor Jiajing sat there, but there was no reaction.

"It's raining!"

"In Henan."

"Last night, after I fell asleep."

"Because, in my dreams."

“……”

It turns out that all this is not only in his dream, but also in reality.

This is not the first time that the little emperor's grandson has brought auspiciousness to the Ming Dynasty, when he was born, he brought a heavy snowfall, which resolved the drought in the capital that year.

Lan Daoxing is right, this is not a fairy child, what is this.

The ministers below knelt for a while, but did not get a response from the emperor. They all raised their heads to peek.

I saw that on the dragon chair, Emperor Jiajing was sitting there quietly, unable to see joy and anger.

Could it be that the emperor is unhappy because he can't set up a fasting and praying for rain, and it is not easy to show it? After all, it is a great joy that the drought has eased.

Thinking of this, some ministers have begun to faintly worry in their hearts: according to their emperor's temper, this time they failed to do what he wanted, and the next time, he seized the opportunity, and he had to be dragged out, let alone twenty court staffs.

After a while, Emperor Jiajing spoke: "Get up." ”

He didn't mention the matter of Zhaijiao again, but said: "Although it is raining, the people are still hungry, and the food for disaster relief cannot be less." ”

The ministers patted their ass: "The emperor's benevolent heart is the blessing of the people." ”

But then, Emperor Jiajing arranged the second thing, which surprised the ministers.

Although the festival cannot be held, the deliberations of the sacrifice to the heavens cannot be missing. It's raining, so it's time to thank you.

Emperor Jiajing has not personally participated in the sacrificial ceremony for many years, whether it is to sacrifice heaven and earth, Sheji, Zongmiao, or mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, he has sent ministers to go.

And this time was no exception, he said a name: "Let King Yu go." ”

Yuwang?

Zhu Zaiyuan???

This is an unexpected name for ministers, especially Yan Song and his son.

Because Emperor Jiajing doesn't like this third child, over the years, King Yu has been the target of their key suppression.

The emperor has to give the palace a gift every year, although Emperor Jiajing does not like King Yu, but this is the rule of the ancestors. But because of Yan Shifan's order, the household department did not issue it to Yuwangfu for three consecutive years.

Later, King Yu scraped together 1,500 taels of silver and gave it to Yan Shifan, and Yan Shifan gladly accepted it, which allowed the household department to reissue the New Year's gift.

He also often took out this matter to show off: "If the son of the Son of Heaven wants to give me silver, who dares not to give me silver?" ”

In the eyes of Yan Song's father and son, King Yu was a weak and useless stumbling block, either kicking him out of the capital and becoming a vassal, or sending him on the road in one step, and never felt that he could be any threat.

But the emperor didn't know whether he was confused or took too much pills today, so he actually appointed King Yu to sacrifice to heaven instead of him.