"It's snowing, it's snowing!"
When several busy little eunuchs saw the heavy snowflakes flying in the sky, they put down their work and shouted with joy.
The entire Ming Dynasty has been looking forward to this snow for a long time. Not only the common people, but also the high-ranking officials of various ministries are also looking forward to the snow falling soon. The people are doing it for their own livelihood next year, and those officials They are also doing it for their own "livelihood".
"What are you shouting about? What are you shouting about? I told you not to shout!"
Feng Bao, the eunuch who oversees the East Factory, suddenly jumped out of the darkness and reached out in panic to cover the mouth and nose of one of the eunuchs.
"Uh-huh."
The little eunuch whose mouth was covered by Feng Bao kept whimpering and could not make any sound.
"Stop shouting!"
As Feng Bao spoke, he released his hand covering the young eunuch and stared at the remaining eunuchs with vicious eyes. The eunuch whose mouth and nose was covered by Feng Bao earlier seemed to have been granted amnesty, and walked quickly to the side, mouthing Breathe.
Feng Bao's vicious eyes scanned the rest of the people. The eunuchs did not dare to meet his eyes and lowered their heads one after another.
"You all listen to me. You are not allowed to yell any more before I go to announce the good news to the Holy One! Otherwise, I will slap his tongue! Do you hear me?"
"yes."
All the eunuchs present bowed their heads and said yes. When Feng Bao saw this, his face was full of contentment, and then he left quickly, leaving only the eunuchs with angry faces.
…
"Please go in and tell me that I have something important to discuss with my father."
Yan Shifan cupped his hands at the boy guarding the door of his father's room and spoke eagerly.
"Master said before that no one is allowed to go in and disturb him."
The boy standing at the door looked embarrassed. Due to the temper of the old man in front of him, he could only reply weakly.
"Get out of my way!"
Yan Shifan said, stretching out his big hand to push aside the boy blocking the door.
"Let him in." A tired voice came from the room.
After receiving the order, the servant quickly lowered his head and stepped aside.
Yan Shifan opened the door and entered the room. The room was very spacious, but it was almost filled with all kinds of books. At this moment, Yan Song, who had white hair and beard, was wearing reading glasses and holding a copy of "Spring and Autumn" in his hand. ", lying on the bed without any image. There is a brazier under the half-hollow bed, and the charcoal inside is burning.
"What's going on? You're in such a panic?"
When Yan Song saw his son come in, he put down the book in his hand and propped himself up from the bed. The age spots on his face were looming under the candlelight.
Yan Shifan knelt on the ground, suppressed his inner panic, and began to tell his father Yan Song the news he had received.
"Dad, I just got the news that the people in Prince Yu's Mansion are planning to make some fuss about His Majesty's Qixue incident. Now those Qingliu have set off to His Majesty's place! Do we want to go too?"
"Oh, who are all going there?" After Yan Song asked, he adjusted to a more comfortable position and picked up the book again.
After Yan Shifan's list of all those who were about to leave was announced, Yan Song had no reaction. He just looked at the "Spring and Autumn" in his hand intently and did not respond.
"Father!"
When Yan Shifan saw this, he couldn't help but urge him.
"These little fish and shrimps can't make any waves. I, Yan Song, have been the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty for more than 20 years. Have I been impeached rarely? Don't be so restless. If they want to make trouble, just let them They are making trouble, the Ming Dynasty cannot do without me, Yan Song, and His Majesty cannot do without me, Yan Song! Go back to your room and rest early, I am also tired."
Yan Song waved his hand, as if he didn't want to talk anymore.
"Yes, father, the child has resigned." Yan Shifan stood up from the ground, gently closed the door, and then bowed and left.
"well."
An inaudible sigh came from the room.
Coming out of his father Yan Song's room, Yan Shifan's face looked a little gloomy. He called his entourage, whispered a few instructions, and then left quickly.
…
In the Xiyuan, Jiajing looked at Feng Bao, who was prostrate in front of him, with a flattering look on his face, and couldn't help but laugh. Not long ago, Feng Bao, the eunuch of the East Factory, was the first to come to congratulate him, speaking in a very emotional tone. Flattery begins with His Majesty being a virtuous person, and the people all support and welcome him, and ends with him being utterly devastated and willing to die even to death.
This gesture couldn't help but remind Jiajing of the dog that waggled its tail under the dining table to get a bone from its owner during the New Year in his previous life. There is nothing wrong with dogs in order to have food and clothing and survive, but some people's behavior is countless times more despicable than the dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
After racing with his thoughts for a while, Jiajing came back to his senses and observed Lu Fang, who had been standing next to him with his expression. This powerful eunuch, the Chief of Ceremonies, was like a statue, expressionless and motionless.
Jiajing looked at Feng Bao who was kneeling on the ground again, suppressed the disgust in his heart, felt the movement coming from nearby with his consciousness, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said loudly: "Okay, very good! Your name is Feng Bao, right?"
"Your Majesty, my name is Feng Bao!"
Because he was so excited, Feng Bao's voice when he replied was slightly trembling.
"You are the first to come to me to congratulate me, I will reward you well!"
After Jiajing finished speaking, he looked at Lu Fang, who was standing beside him, and said, "It's up to you to decide what to reward him."
"Yes, Your Majesty." After Lu Fang saluted Jiajing, she nodded slightly in the direction of Feng Bao.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I am willing to do everything for Your Majesty!"
As Feng Bao spoke, he banged his head heavily on the ground, and a series of dull 'bang bang' sounds came. When he raised his head, blood was pouring from his forehead.
"Okay, there's nothing going on here. You can go down first."
Jiajing waved his hand impatiently and issued an order to expel the guests.
"Yes, this slave will leave now."
Feng Bao suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, still maintaining a respectful expression on his face, slowly straightened up, bowed and left, not daring to make any mistakes.
When Feng Bao walked away, Jiajing looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall and said in a relaxed tone: "I heard that he is your adopted son? Ha, he is quite clever."
After hearing this, Lu Fang quickly knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
"Get up, I'm not blaming you. This cleverness seems to be able to get things done. I still have some use for him."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty!"
After listening to Jiajing's words, Lu Fang slowly stood up from the ground, returned to the previous position, and began to serve Jiajing wholeheartedly.
…
"Why don't you let us in? We have something important to report!"
Outside the Forbidden City, a group of officials from the Qing Dynasty were intercepted by the Forbidden Army. Most of them were wearing green official robes and were ranked around the sixth or seventh grade. They were public officials, with a light but powerful position. They could impeach officials at will and accuse the king. There is no need to worry about any punishment. At most, it will anger the Holy Emperor and end up being dismissed from office. This is a great honor for Yan Guan, and they are all proud of it.
At this time, the captain of the Imperial City Forbidden Army was having a headache. The unreasonable officials in front of him could not be beaten or scolded. Faced with their questioning and insults, the captain chose to remain silent.
"Why don't you let us in? You have delayed national affairs. Can you bear this responsibility? Or are you a lackey of the Yan Party? Are you with them?"
"Bah, you are a lackey of the strict Party and a treacherous person!"
"Everyone, follow me and kill these traitors."
The more people talked, the more excited they became. Some even had a hot temper and wanted to take action to teach the strict lackey in front of them a lesson. They believed that they would push open the door blocking them like heroes and see the emperor expounding the pros and cons. They kept their names clear, and then started pushing and shoving.
"It's late at night, who's acting up here?"
A shrill and mean voice came from behind the Imperial Guards. Upon hearing this, the Imperial Guards all moved out of the way.
