On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month in the 39th year of Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, the Meridian Gate of the Forbidden City.
"Who told you to say those words to the emperor?"
Dongchang Admiral Eunuch Feng Bao leaned down, looked at Qintian Supervisor Zheng Zhou Yunyi who was lying on the ground, and asked softly.
Hearing Feng Bao's question, Zhou Yunyi opened his eyes with force. At this moment, his hair was disheveled and his face was bruised and swollen. The official uniform he was wearing was in tatters due to torture. From the damage, he could still see the patched white shirt inside. .
Zhou Yunyi looked sideways at Feng Bao, holding back the pain that came from all parts of his body, he managed to straighten his appearance, and said loudly: "The imperial court's spending is excessive, the government is corrupt, the people are in dire straits, and the sky is angry and people are resentful! As the supervisor of Qin Tian, I Yes, as an official of the Ming Dynasty, I have to point this out, I will not hesitate even to the death!"
After speaking, Zhou Yunyi turned his head and said no more.
After hearing this, Feng Bao stood on the spot and shook his head without any hesitation. There was no expression on his face. After a long time, he sighed and said to the eunuch beside him: "Ting Zang."
After saying that, Feng Bao paced and left without looking back. Behind him, the eunuchs who had previously lined up in two rows raised the wooden sticks in their hands high and dropped them heavily.
From the huge Meridian Gate of the Forbidden City, no sound could be heard except the dull sound of wooden sticks hitting flesh and blood.
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At night, in the West Garden of the Forbidden City, Emperor Jiajing, who was wearing a blue-grey Taoist robe, was sitting on a futon with his eyes closed. There were several Taoist scriptures scattered on the small table beside him. There were incense burners and incense burners placed around the room. The mist is lingering, and a refreshing fragrance surrounds the entire room, lasting for a long time.
After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Jiajing, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, slowly opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that I actually traveled through time and became Emperor Jiajing."
Ji Shi touched his chin, feeling the endless vitality surging in his body, as if he was recalling everything that had happened before.
Ji Shi himself was a medical student. He died suddenly because he stayed up late at night watching TV dramas. When he woke up, he traveled back in time to Emperor Jiajing.
The original Emperor Jiajing had an obsession with immortality. Not long ago, the alchemist under Emperor Jiajing presented a secret book of cultivation. Jiajing was overjoyed after receiving it and immediately started practicing according to the above method.
Who would have known that this secret book of cultivation was true, and Jiajing really succeeded in cultivating immortality and became a high-ranking immortal, but then thunder and fire fell from the sky, almost razing the Wanshou Palace where Jiajing was to the ground, and Jiajing himself also died in this disaster , the cultivation secret book was also destroyed.
If the levels were divided according to the novels Ji Shi had read in his previous life, the strength of this body should be around the first level of Qi Refining.
In addition, since it has not snowed near the capital for more than a year, the original person had no choice but to fast for fifteen days and pray for snow for the people. It is now the thirteenth day.
The door of the room where Jiajing was sitting was gently pushed open, and an old eunuch wearing a crimson official uniform, with a wrinkled face and gray hair came in. He walked very lightly and walked in front of Emperor Jiajing. He stopped, his face full of respect.
"His Majesty."
"Um."
Jiajing nodded. The person who came was Lu Fang, the eunuch of the Supervisor of Ceremonies. He was the only person who could meet Emperor Jiajing without notification.
"How are things going? Are they doing anything?"
"Your Majesty, there is no movement from the Chief Assistant for the time being, but Qingliu seems to be aggrieved by this. Tan Lun from the Ministry of Rites even threatened to participate in a copy."
"Then, what about Zhou Yunyi?"
"died."
After Lu Fang finished speaking, she lowered her head, not daring to look at the emperor's expression.
Jiajing just stood up from the futon silently. Seeing this, Lu Fang quickly went to help him.
"Come for a walk with me."
"yes."
Jiajing was in front, Lu Fang was behind. Lu Fang lowered his body, supported Jiajing with one hand, and walked out of the room tremblingly.
The sky has already darkened, and a bright moon hangs high in the sky. The lanterns everywhere in Xiyuan are also lit at the right time. From time to time, a group of patrolling imperial guards pass by, and the palace maids and eunuchs who are busy on the roadside are all frightened when they see the holy driver coming. He knelt down on the ground, while Jiajing and Lu Fang, the master and the servants, walked step by step along the stone paved path, followed by a group of serving eunuchs and maids.
"I'm a little tired. Let's rest here for a while."
After Emperor Jiajing finished speaking, he pointed to the small pavilion by the lake and gestured.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Lu Fang bowed and responded. Immediately after, the eunuchs and maids responsible for serving behind him spread cushions on the stone benches and placed various exquisite cakes on them. A little steam came out of the jade-like blue teapot.
"You also sit down together." Jiajing looked at Lu Fang, who was still standing beside him, and greeted him.
"I don't dare." Lu Fang lowered her head deeply.
"Sit down if I ask you to, there is so much nonsense." Jiajing said, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Lu Fangcheng sat down in fear, straightened his body, did not dare to look directly at Jiajing, and did not make any movement.
"Come, try this tea. This is the West Lake Longjing tea that was just released this year."
After Jiajing finished speaking, he pointed to the green teapot still radiating heat on the table. Almost at the same time, a maid poured the tea. The whole set of actions was smooth and smooth, without any delay. After doing this, the maid bowed slightly and returned to the previous position. Location.
Lu Fang picked up the tea and took a sip. The wrinkles on her face seemed to relax, and she praised: "Your Majesty, this is really a rare and good tea. It leaves a fragrance on the lips and teeth, and makes the heart relaxed and happy."
Jiajing smiled and nodded without replying, turning to look at the sparkling lake.
"Your Majesty, this is the account book of Jiangnan Weaving Bureau this year. Please check it."
Lu Fang stood up from her seat, then knelt down in front of Jiajing, holding the account book high above her head.
"Okay, put it away. Don't bother me with such a small matter."
Jiajing waved his hand and did not take the account book from Lu Fang's hand.
"His Majesty!"
"I said, put it away."
"yes."
Lu Fang stood up from the ground, put the account book back into his sleeve, and stood aside respectfully.
"In my Ming Dynasty, there are Japanese pirates in the south and Tatars in the north. Droughts, floods, and locusts come in turn. The people are hungry and the officials are greedy. How can we govern the country well with these insects? I can't wait to kill them all! "
Jiajing said, clenching his fists angrily.
"Your Majesty, slave..."
Lu Fang had never seen Emperor Jiajing in such a state before. He quickly knelt on the ground and was about to express his condolences when he was interrupted by Jiajing's wave.
"But I know that these must be done step by step."
Jiajing's previously clenched fists parted again, the anger on his face flashed away, and he returned to the relaxed state when the master and servant were talking and laughing.
"Come on, let's continue drinking tea."
Jiajing greeted, and Lu Fang respectfully picked up the teacup.
"Do you think I am a good emperor?"
Jiajing turned his back and looked at the night scene in the distance, and asked coldly.
There was just a 'snap' sound, and the teacup in Lu Fang's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Lu Fang didn't care about anything else and quickly knelt down on the ground and responded in fear.
"Of course your Majesty is a good emperor. Since he came to the throne, he has reformed bad policies, worked hard to govern, appointed talents, and worked hard to provide for the millions of people in the Ming Dynasty. Your Majesty's title is, Lord, Lord, Minister, Father, Father, Son, I am willing to die for Your Majesty's sake!"
At this moment, Lu Fang seemed to be full of strength, her body was tense, and there was an unquestionable look on her face. This made Jiajing have an illusion: the person in front of him was not an old man who was nearly seventy years old, but an old man who had just passed away. An official with high ambitions to enter the official career.
After listening to it, Jiajing felt as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He laughed hard. It took him a long time to recover, but he just stretched out a hand to signal Lu Fang to support him.
"I'm a little tired, let's go back."
The two of them walked back and forth on their way home.
Suddenly, Jiajing felt a chill on his face. He looked up and saw flying snow falling from the sky. It was even more beautiful under the bright moonlight. Jiajing stretched out his palm to catch it. The snowflakes melted the moment they touched his palm.
Lu Fang on the side smiled and said softly: "Your Majesty, it's snowing."
