Jiajing seven years.
Snowflakes are still falling in the city of Beijing in March, which looks so desolate, and the cold winter has not yet faded away.
The people in the capital huddled at home, facing the biting cold wind. Instead of consuming calories unscrupulously on the streets, it was better to stay warm at home with the stove.
Even those who work prefer to huddle in buildings. No one wants to brave the biting cold wind. Therefore, the streets seem a bit desolate and empty. It takes a long time before you can see a dark shadow passing by in a hurry. .
However, in this vacant street, there was a group of people walking.
There were two people in the center of the team, a middle-aged man and a young man, one riding a horse and talking.
"Congratulations to the young master for returning victoriously. In this battle, the Tatars were beaten to the point of losing their armor. I'm afraid they won't dare to invade for several years!" Yan Song, the middle-aged man, said with a smile.
Compared with the restraint other people have on young people, he and Yan Yuan's eldest son seem to be much more familiar with each other, and their conversations are relatively casual.
The relationship between the two is very good. Although the young man likes to wield swords and guns, he somehow falls in love with Yan Song, and the two become a close friend.
"Dayan Khan has already become a coward under the attack of our great soldiers. It is not surprising to defeat him. The battle between Emperor Wuzong and the Tatars had already knocked out the last of their spirit." The young man smiled lightly. Dao seemed not to take this victory seriously.
Fifty thousand versus thirty thousand, and in the end eight thousand were beheaded and one thousand captured. In his eyes, such a victory seemed nothing to brag about.
Seeing this scene, Yan Song secretly praised in his heart: With such talent, but also humility, it seems that Chen Guogong has a successor!
The goal of both parties was the splendid Forbidden City. They both received the emperor's order to enter the Forbidden City, so they walked together and chatted on the road.
As they were talking, they suddenly talked about the current emperor. Speaking of him, both of them lowered their voices. Although they were surrounded by reliable people, it was still necessary to remain cautious.
"Your Majesty has been very concerned about Taoism recently." Yan Song said softly:
"He also named Taoist Shao from Longhu Mountain as 'Bingcheng Zhiyi Zhenren' and commanded the entire Taoism. He was favored more and more... The courtiers were quite critical of him."
"It's not surprising to be obsessed with monasticism, but... it's a little too early..." The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise. It's true that he likes military affairs, but he still has basic historical literacy.
There were many emperors in the past dynasties who were obsessed with cultivating immortals. Even this dynasty and the previous Chenghua were the same, right?
But most of them only come up with the idea of seeking immortality when they are in their twilight years because they are afraid of death.
But Jiajing was only twenty years old!
"I don't know." Yan Song spread his hands and said:
"Anyway, His Majesty has shown an unexpected interest in the affairs of ghosts and gods. Although His Majesty is still diligent in government affairs now, it will be hard to say in the future..."
"Young Master, His Majesty's love for you is obvious to all of us. You might as well persuade him."
"I can't persuade you. Your Majesty today is not the Emperor Yingzong back then, and I am not my ancestor." The young man said calmly:
"His Majesty is unprecedentedly intelligent and sensitive, and his stubbornness is unimaginable by others. If His Majesty is really interested in Qiu Xianwen, then none of us can do anything about it."
"The best thing is to find a way to let His Majesty discover on his own that the other party is a liar, and then he will naturally feel at ease."
"That's the problem. The other party doesn't seem to be a charlatan... That Taoist Shao is really capable. Such miraculous abilities make me a little doubtful. The other party, like us, has the protection of the gods..."
Yan Song seemed to have remembered something and said:
"The other person was born in Longhu Mountain...it has been passed down for thousands of years. Is there really someone like the ancestor of our family who has become an immortal and an ancestor?"
"Oh, what ability?" Yan Song's words aroused the young man's interest, and he asked with great interest.
"There was a drought in the capital a few days ago, so His Majesty asked him to pray for rain. As a result, every time he cast the spell, rain and snow came as scheduled. Now everyone in the capital calls him the 'reincarnation of the immortal'."
The young man was stunned:
"You didn't fool me?"
Yan Song smiled bitterly:
"Of course not. It rained heavily in the capital several times, and the people in the city witnessed it."
The young man was stunned.
He naturally knew that immortal magic existed. After all, he had studied and grown up with his ancestors, and he had also seen some magical methods.
But this Taoist actually had the ability to control wind and rain, which surprised him a little.
You must know that before this, he had always thought that his ancestor would be the only one to win the fate of immortality. Unexpectedly...
The people in the whole city witnessed it, so it was definitely not a quackery.
Could it be...that the other party really has the corresponding skills?
"If His Majesty only uses that person to pray for rain, that's it."
"But judging from the recent situation, His Majesty is indeed favoring that Taoist man more and more. I'm afraid that if this continues, Your Majesty will be like other emperors who believe in gods and Buddhas. In the end, he will deal with national affairs by praying to gods and Buddhas. "
Yan Song whispered.
Isn't this just an inexplicable addition to the imperial court? Has power passed into the hands of Taoist priests?
Neither the nobles nor the civil servants would be happy with this.
The young man also thought of this and frowned.
"It really doesn't work..." He thought of something and his voice was even lower:
"Since Your Majesty must believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, why not..."
"Let him have the same faith as us!"
"It's better to let the meat rot in the pot."
Yan Song was stunned for a moment, obviously he had not thought about this.
But when the other party said this, he suddenly felt——
What a great idea!
But before he had time to think carefully, several people had already arrived at the foot of the Forbidden City.
The convoy stopped, and the two of them prepared to dismount.
Because we have already reached the dismounting monument, the bright "Civil and military officials, soldiers and civilians are waiting here to dismount in sedan chairs" is right in front of us.
However, just when the two of them made their move, a palace man suddenly stood up among the crowd of guards. He shouted loudly with his sharp voice:
"His Majesty has issued an oral order to conscript Yan Yuanmo, the general of the Northern Army. He will not dismount when he sees the monument and rides into the Forbidden City!"
As soon as these words came out, expressions of surprise appeared on the faces of the young man and Yan Song, and the guards standing next to them were even more surprised!
Ride into the Forbidden City! No minister in the Ming Dynasty has ever received such an honor!
Everyone in the government and the public knew that this young man was favored by the emperor, but they did not expect that it would reach such an extent!
Yan Song also turned to look at Yan Yuanmo, his eyes full of questions: What kind of enchantment did you cast on the emperor?
Yan Yuanmo had calmed down at this time. Faced with Yan Song's eyes, he smiled.
Ever since he showed extraordinary martial arts and military leadership abilities during the emperor's review of the Beijing army, the emperor had been favoring him, and he was even able to take command at the age of twenty-seven.
The twenty-year-old Jiajing and the twenty-seven-year-old young master of Chen Guogong's mansion, perhaps this is the admiration between young people.
(End of chapter)
