A few days have passed since the last time Jiajing came to the dock to bid farewell to the fleet that sailed around the world.
In the past few days, the entire capital city was peaceful, and there was no peace or disturbance in the court hall.
In Prince Yu's Mansion, Zhu Zaijing was sitting at the top of the room, giving instructions to the housekeeper.
"Father has announced a few days ago that he will come to attend the Hundred Days Banquet, so we must be fully prepared!"
Upon hearing this, the butler bowed slightly to Zhu Zaijing and immediately responded respectfully.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Zhu Zaijing looked away from the butler. After thinking for a moment, he asked about the invitations: "By the way, have the invitations been sent out? How did the ministers respond?"
Seeing this situation, the butler knew in his heart that King Yu was still worried about what happened before. Then he saw the butler narrow his eyes and respectfully replied: "Your Highness, the invitations were sent out not long ago. Those officials who received the invitations I promise you that I will arrive as scheduled to attend the 100-day banquet hosted by Your Highness for your son."
After Zhu Zaijing learned the news from the housekeeper, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, Zhu Zaijing seemed to have thought of something, smiled bitterly, and said slowly.
"They probably agreed so simply because of their father's face."
After Zhu Zaijing finished speaking, he murmured in a low voice that only he could hear.
"Just wait, when Gu inherits the throne one day, this kind of thing will never happen again!"
Just when the butler was about to offer words of comfort, the confused look on Zhu Zaijing's face disappeared, replaced by determination after getting rid of the confusion.
"It's nothing to do with you, you can go down!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
…
Capital City, Yan Mansion.
At this moment, Yan Shifan was holding an invitation from Prince Yu's Mansion in his hand and knocked on Yan Song's door.
"Come in!"
In the room, Yan Song's ancient and unwavering voice came.
After Yan Shifan heard this, he pushed the door straight in.
In the room, Yan Song was sitting in front of the desk, practicing calligraphy, and there was an inexplicable charm among the strokes of the pen.
Yan Shifan stopped and watched for a long time. After Yan Song finished writing the last word, he expressed his appreciation: "Father's calligraphy skills are getting better and better. No wonder the boss of Liuxinju wants to pay 10,000 taels of silver to buy your calligraphy. !”
After Yan Song heard this, he glanced at Yan Shifan, did not comment on what he had just said, and immediately asked.
"Tell me, what happened again?"
When Yan Shifan heard this, he laughed sarcastically, put the invitation sent by King Yu in front of Yan Song, and then asked: "Father, in a few days there will be a 100-day banquet for King Yu's son, do we need it?" What should you prepare in advance?”
When Yan Song heard this, he glanced at Yan Shifan lightly, picked up the invitation on the table, and after looking at it twice, he turned to order: "That's all, you can handle this matter as you please!"
"The gift you give doesn't need to be brilliant, it just needs to be thoughtful. Do you understand?"
After Yan Song finished speaking, he was afraid that Yan Shifan would not understand what he meant, so he added another sentence.
"Yes, father, let's go down and get ready now!"
After Yan Shifan responded, he turned around and left Yan Song's room without stopping too much, closing the door with him.
After Yan Shifan left, Yan Song looked at the invitation on the table with cloudy eyes, and couldn't help but sigh: "His Royal Highness, you are such a pitiful person!"
After Yan Song finished speaking, he shook his head in a subtle way, immediately laid out the pen and paper, and continued to practice calligraphy.
…
Forbidden City, Hall of Nourishing Heart.
At this moment, Jiajing was seen wearing a blue-grey Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes seemed to be closed.
Not far from Jiajing, several Taoist scriptures were scattered randomly, and on the desk beside them, cinnabar and corresponding yellow paper were neatly placed.
Ever since Jiajing discovered that he was still lacking in mental strength, he thought of exercising his mental strength by drawing talismans and seals. From then on, Jiajing began to experiment.
The Yangxin Hall was filled with smoke, like a fairyland. Then, Jiajing's eyes suddenly burst into light. Jiajing got up from the futon, came to the desk, dipped his brush in cinnabar, and secretly mobilized the magic power in his body to start the whole body. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the work of drawing talismans and seals.
At this moment, Jiajing's whole body was wrapped in lavender magic. The originally silent aura around him resonated and became active again because of Jiajing's behavior.
While Jiajing recited the mantra silently in his heart, he also carefully poured the magic power in his body into the paper.
Since Jiajing had already had experience in drawing talismans before this, his speed in drawing talismans had also been greatly improved compared to before.
The more Jiajing drew, the more comfortable he felt, and the speed of drawing talismans gradually increased. After a while, Jiajing had completed three talisman seals that exuded lavender light.
Seeing this, Jiajing mobilized some mana to make the three completed talismans float in front of him, and then began to sense his own mental state.
After seeing that his mental power had improved slightly, Jiajing was overjoyed. He immediately waved his hand, put the three talismans into his sleeves, and said silently to himself.
"It seems that my previous conjecture was correct. Drawing talismans can indeed increase part of the mental power."
Jiajing suppressed his inner thoughts and quickly started to draw the talisman again. This time, what Jiajing drew was not the thunder talisman, but the talisman specially used to pray for rain.
Jiajing kept moving his hands and drew more and more talismans, one, two, three...
Just when Jiajing drew the sixth picture, he suddenly felt a severe dizziness in his mind. Seeing this, Jiajing knew that he had reached his limit and immediately took back his mana.
Jiajing looked at the six rain-praying talismans that had been drawn, with a smile on his face. Just like before, he waved and put the six talismans into his sleeves.
Jiajing waved his hand casually and took back his magic power. Everything in the Yangxin Hall was restored to its original state, and the smoke that originally lingered in the Yangxin Hall quickly disappeared.
Afterwards, Jiajing sat on the dragon chair, and a bold idea suddenly came to his mind.
"If there is a drought somewhere, I can use these drawn talismans to pray for rain, right?"
"I only need to take out the talisman and recite a few mantras silently, and in an instant, heavy rain will fall!"
Later, this idea was rejected by Jiajing himself.
"No, using these talismans requires infusion of mana and corresponding formulas. No one can use these talismans except me!"
"It's impossible for me to go there personally every time there is a drought, right?"
While Jiajing was still racking his brains to think about the possible uses of these drawn talismans and seals, Lu Fang's voice came from outside the Yangxin Hall.
"His Majesty?"
Hearing this, Jiajing suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind and spoke.
"Well, come in!"
After getting Jiajing's permission, Lu Fang, who had been waiting outside the Yangxin Hall, opened the door and entered.
As soon as she entered the Yangxin Hall, Lu Fang clearly felt a lot more relaxed. Her whole body was wrapped in an inexplicable warmth. Even the fatigue accumulated in the recent period disappeared in an instant. .
(End of chapter)
