Although Xu Jie was very confused about this, for the sake of the emperor's face, it was difficult for him to ask the little emperor and grandson directly.

So, I only had a rough guess in my mind. Maybe the emperor has recently used the technique of helping the beggars to communicate with God about his work, or it won't snow, or he won't do it for half a month, and he won't do this, so he will give the people a way to live.

So, the group of Taoist priests and eunuchs fooled him with what he wanted to hear. Perhaps the emperor mentioned this matter to the people around him, and was listened to by this little emperor grandson.

But this time, Xu Jie wronged Emperor Jiajing. Because Emperor Jiajing, like him, was also the first time he heard Zhu Yijun say this.

"What did you say?" Emperor Jiajing lowered his head, but he didn't see his little grandson, but when he looked back, he found that he was sitting on the side of the dragon chair.

The floor tiles were too cold, and Huang Jin also thoughtfully prepared a mat for him.

Zhu Yijun fiddled with the toys in his hand and tilted his head back: "The sun will come out in two days!" ”

"Two days?"

Zhu Yijun nodded: "Two days." ”

Emperor Jiajing recalled that he had a similar situation before, so he asked, "Did you dream about it again?" ”

Zhu Yijun replied: "I didn't dream. ”

Emperor Jiajing asked again: "Then how do you know that the sun will rise in two days?" ”

Zhu Yijun shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Emperor Jiajing was angry with him: "Do you know or don't know?" ”

These words were a bit twisted, and Zhu Yijun had to take a look: "I don't know how I know." ”

“……”

Xu Jie stood below, quietly watching the interaction between their ancestors and grandchildren, and for a moment seemed to feel that he was a fool to Tanhua, who had been admitted to the top prize, at least the two on the high platform regarded him as a fool.

Your Majesty, aren't you the most disciplined and etiquette-minded? How did he get to his grandson, and the principles were all left behind, and he became so spoiled and connived with his grandson. You don't treat the minister so kindly.

The grandson is biological, with his blood flowing in his body, often snuggled in his arms, and obediently called him the imperial grandfather. Minister? The minister wanted to call him grandpa, but he didn't agree.

Emperor Jiajing stretched out his hand and rubbed his grandson's head: "Naughty." ”

It sounded like a stern reprimand, but Zhu Yijun didn't take it seriously at all, he felt that this was his grandfather teasing him.

As soon as Emperor Jiajing turned around, he saw Xu Jie still standing there: "In the severely affected areas, open the granary first and provide relief to the victims." ”

"The second assistant should step back first."

The implication is that there is really no money, and some grain has been hoarded, and priority is given to the severely affected ones. As for the less serious areas, each locality will overcome it on its own.

God doesn't stop snowing, and the emperor can't help it. You can't drag the Qintian Prison Supervisor out of the court every two years.

Xu Jie withdrew from Yuxi Palace, and the wind and snow outside the hall did not abate. In some places, the snow is almost over the calves, and the sun will really come out in two days?

In the past two days, Zhu Yijun's children should eat, sleep, and sleep, how to play and how to play, as if they don't remember what they said.

Two days later, one night, the heavy snowfall that had lasted for nearly half a month quietly stopped.

In the early morning of the second day, patches of morning glow appeared on the horizon, but in a few moments, a round of warm winter sun broke through the clouds and slowly rose.

Finally, the sun is out.

Although the temperature did not rise much, it was a rare sunny day. Bask in the warm winter sun, and people's mood will also improve.

Early in the morning, when Feng Bao went to wake up Zhu Yijun, he found that the little guy who had always been energetic had a rare lazy sleep. The bun-like little face sank into the soft pillow, and the little hands clenched into fists and placed beside them.

It is not difficult to see that when he slept soundly at night, he was sweating again, especially on his head and neck.

A strand of hair stuck to his face, which made the sleeping little ball feel a little uncomfortable. But even so, he didn't open his eyes.

He stretched out his hand first, brushed it on his face, to no avail, and scratched again, but still couldn't pull his hair off.

The little guy turned his head to the other side with some impatience, and rubbed his little face on the pillow twice, but the problem still didn't seem to be solved. Soon, he turned him back again.

Now Xiao Tuanzi was a little impatient, frowning and pouting, humming and chirping.

Feng Bao stood aside, watching with great fun, how could a human cub be so cute and make people's hearts sprout.

Seeing that the little guy was about to lose his temper because of a strand of hair, Feng Bao hurriedly helped him solve his problems, gently twisted his hair, and pinned it behind his ear.

It was already bright outside, and a ray of morning sun sprinkled on the floor tiles in the hall through the carved windows, bringing a long-lost warmth.

Outside the courtyard, Shang Shanjian had already brought breakfast, and the eunuchs were preparing to pass the meal to the palace.

"Little master, little master," Feng Bao patted him on the shoulder and whispered to him, "It's time to get up." ”

"Hmm~~" Xiao Tuanzi snorted coquettishly, and the whole person slowly slid down and shrank into the quilt.

Feng Bao coaxed him through the quilt: "Get up." ”

"Let's sleep a little longer."

"Breakfast is ready."

“……”

"Today there are milk pocket rolls, eight-treasure porridge, mutton crystal dumplings......" Feng Bao reported the name of the dish while observing the movement in the cup, "Donkey meat buns." ”

"Huh? Donkey meat~" Finally, a red little face poked out of the quilt, "Bun~"

In this way, the little guy who was lying in bed was successfully coaxed.

Emperor Jiajing deliberately set aside an afternoon to take Zhu Yijun to Taiye Pool to swim and enjoy the beautiful winter scenery.

Watching the little guy run on the road, roll in the snow, stand on the ice carefully, take a step and fall down...... Emperor Jiajing was a little stunned.

Did he also have such a carefree childhood?

Perhaps, it is in the Xingwang Mansion in Luzhou, Huguang'an.

He was the second son of King Xing, and had an elder brother who died five days after birth.

He also had three older sisters, none of whom survived to adulthood.

Therefore, his arrival made King Xing and the princess very happy. Just like Zhu Yijun, the little guy, when he was not remembering, his father personally taught him to recite poems, and he could recite them accurately after reading them twice. When he was a little older, he was enlightened and studied under the guidance of his father.

In general, in the company of his parents, he had a very happy childhood. Later, his father died, and he became the king of Xing. Soon he became emperor. In order to give his father the title of emperor, he fought wits and courage with his ministers, and finally drove away Yang Tinghe and Yang Shen's father and son.

Later, his grandmother, mother, only sister, and the crown prince passed away one after another......

In general, throughout the ages, the road to kings has always been lonely. They enjoy solitude and are obsessed with power. Asking for immortals and immortality are just means, and having power for a long time is the goal.

"Imperial Grandpa~~"

Xue Tuanzi "rolled" over from a distance, hugged Emperor Jiajing's legs, rubbed his little face on his robe, opened his mouth, and gasped: "I'm tired!" ”

Emperor Jiajing flexed his index finger and scraped it on his little nose: "It's rare, you also have times when you are tired." ”

"Tired."

Emperor Jiajing touched his head: "Let's go, Shang Shanjian prepared a snack and returned to Yuxi Palace." ”

He walked in front, and Zhu Yijun staggered to follow him. Within two steps of walking out, the little guy suddenly weakened his legs and sat on the ground.

Emperor Jiajing stopped, and a large group of eunuchs next to him also stopped. The emperor was enjoying his family, and everyone else didn't come forward.

The emperor glanced back at his little grandson, and the little tuanzi sitting in the snow was also looking up at him.

One wanted to hug him, the other wanted to be hugged, but neither of them said.

Emperor Jiajing asked, "Can you get up by yourself?" ”

"You can get up."

Zhu Yijun turned over, because he was wearing too thick, and rolled in a circle like a ball.

Lying down and unable to get up, the little guy can only lie on his stomach, prop his hands on the ground, pout his buttocks high, and slowly straighten his legs, so that he can stand up with difficulty.

This cute little appearance is really amusing, and Emperor Jiajing likes it very much.

"Alright." He picked up his little grandson and dusted off the snowflakes on his hair and face, "If you want the imperial grandfather to hug him, just say it." ”

Zhu Yijun leaned on his shoulder, very well-behaved.

Emperor Jiajing smiled and patted his buttocks: "When you grow up a little longer, the imperial grandfather won't be able to hold you." ”

Zhu Yijun hugged his neck tightly: "You can hold it." ”

"The Book of Rites: Qu Li" says: A gentleman hugs his grandson but does not hold his son. While I can still hold you now, I want to hug you more. ”

“……”

The weather is not only on this day, but also on several days in a row, all of which are sunny days with clear skies and bright sunshine.

Judging from the notes sent to the cabinet from various places, the situation in other places is similar to that in the capital, where the snow has basically stopped and the temperature has risen.

It's coming soon, and God will at least let the people have a good year.

At this time, the most shocked person was the cabinet deputy assistant Xu Jie.

A few days ago, he listened to the small talk of the ancestors and grandchildren in the Yuxi Palace. It turns out that "it will snow in two days" is not a kind of helping. The child casually said that after two days, the snow really stopped and the sun came out.

No wonder, two months ago when there was no snow, this child was born with a heavy snowfall. At that time, the Taoist priest Lan Daoxing said that he was a fairy boy who could bring auspiciousness to the Ming Dynasty.

It doesn't sound reliable, but it stands the test of time.

In Xu Jie's view, these are just coincidences.

Zhu Yijun is only a two-year-old child, and he doesn't even understand what natural disasters are, let alone what the significance of climate gives to the land and people. He said those words, but he simply wanted to make the imperial grandfather happy, and he happened to be right by him.

These coincidences, coupled with the irresponsible words spoken by the Taoist priest in order to cater to Emperor Jiajing's preferences, gave a child a divinity that he should not have. If one day, his prediction is no longer accurate, how should the emperor view him?

Xu Ge Lao seemed to be a little worried, because he also had expectations for this child and the future of this dynasty.

According to Qin Tianjian's calculations, as long as there are no more heavy snowstorms and persistent low temperatures, after the beginning of spring, the frozen canal will gradually melt and the water transportation will resume.

In the past few days, from the emperor to the people, they are all in a good mood because of the rare good weather, except for one person.

A family, to be exact.

That is Yan Song, Yan Ge's hometown.

Things have to start from three months ago, because his wife was seriously ill, he elected his brother-in-law to be the secretary of the ministry. But Emperor Jiajing was furious when he saw Ouyang Bijin's name.

Yan Song didn't give up, and went on another secret performance, and his words were quite threatening. However, Emperor Jiajing agreed to his request because of his feelings.

This shows that he still has an unshakable position in front of the emperor, Yan Ge Lao Sheng's favor is still there, and those who claim to be righteous and impeach him are just looking for death.

The brother-in-law took office immediately, and the official worshiped the secretary of the ministry. Hearing this good news, Mrs. Yan's illness has also improved a lot, take good care of it, survive this winter, and she will be able to turn the corner from danger, and Yan Song should also rest assured.

This was indeed the case, but Yan Ge's good mood only lasted for a month.

A month later, for some reason, the secret letter he wrote to the emperor spread in the court overnight!

The hundred officials were shocked when they learned of this, knowing that you Yan Song has the emperor's favor, and he bullies people with his power, and never takes others in his eyes. But I didn't expect that even the emperor didn't pay attention to you.

"The competition is all for the emperor."

"You really don't know if the surname is Zhu or Yan in this world."

"Wang Anshi is not worth mentioning compared to you."

“……”

The Yan father and son have done evil, and they have been in trouble for many years, and there are many people in the court who are not used to seeing them. Wenchen is very dignified, even if he knows what the fate of offending Yan Song is, the big deal is death, Xia Yan is not afraid, Shen Lian is not afraid, Yang Jisheng is not afraid, what are they afraid of?

As a result, the impeachment of Yan Song was submitted one after another, and some were suppressed by Yan's father and son, and they were not sent to Emperor Jiajing's imperial case. Some of them were really unbearable, and they were seen by Emperor Jiajing.

But he just took a look, neither defending Yan Song, nor giving an explanation to the people who impeached him.

As a result, the opposition from the DPRK and China became louder and louder, and Ouyang Bijin's work as a secretary of the Ministry could not be carried out normally.

Finally, two months later, Yan Song can still be calm, anyway, he is shameless. But Ouyang Bijin, who wanted to have a face, couldn't bear it, and it was really hard to be poked in the backbone by the ministers every day, so he took the initiative to ask Emperor Jiajing to be relieved.

Emperor Jiajing didn't even make a show to save it, and happily approved it and let him return to his hometown on a later date.

Seeing that the New Year is still half a month away, the younger brother can't stay in the capital, and the family has to brave the wind and snow to rush back to their hometown. Mrs. Yan was already seriously ill, and when she heard the news, she was so angry that she couldn't survive the sunny day of the little emperor's fable and died.

This is undoubtedly a devastating blow to Yan Song.

He and his wife have been together for sixty years, although his wife looks average and has pockmarks on her face, no matter how much power he later leans towards the opposition, he has never disliked her, and has always been consistent with her. It's just because when he was in trouble at a young age, his wife never gave up.

The emotional blow is secondary, and the most critical and deadly crisis comes from politics.