The Chinese New Year is just two days away, and the winter in Beijing this year is colder than last year.
During this period, the old emperor Jiajing began to experience withdrawal reactions because he stopped taking the elixir for a long time. The whole person is weaker than before.
Although he is in poor health, Zhu Qi, a member of Qianhu in the East City of Jinyiwei, finally returned to the capital a few days ago.
By the way, this year’s Weaving Bureau’s profit turned in was two million taels of silver.
You know, I only got one million taels of silver in return for hinting to Yan Dang in a low voice.
Now we not only have money, we don’t ask for help, we even have a decent army, how can we not be happy?
Jiajing was lying alone on the dragon bed in the monastery, tilting his head Asked Huang Jin next to him, "How is the progress of the Wanshou Palace?"
"Go back to the master, because the wages will be smooth in the second half of the year, the Wanshou Palace is almost completed. Currently, there are only three altars outside the palace, which need money. The large nanmu pillars will not be completed until they are shipped from Yunnan next summer."
Huang Jin is restoring them one by one.
"So, the main hall has been completed."
Jiajing felt quite satisfied, so he took the storybook passed by Empress Dowager Xiao and read it again.
After reading the script, I seem to have returned to the situation when I, Zhang Cong and Lu Bing, were wise kings and wise ministers, and Jiajing and Zhongxing were established.
After looking at it for a long time, Jiajing asked for no reason
"Huang Jin, what do you think of me giving the Zen throne to King Yu? After the Wanshou Palace is completed, I will live in it directly to cultivate heaven." How about leaving the court to him in the year?"
Jiajing's fatal question actually frightened Huang Jin quite a lot.
"Master, this is not something that a slave dares to interrupt."
Jiajing also made silly remarks about the Zen position a few years ago, but the tone of this sentence today is particularly true. . Huang Jin was even a little unsure of the old emperor's thoughts.
"Look at how frightened you are. If you don't want to meditate, it's not a bad idea to let King Yu supervise the country."
"Forget it, I won't embarrass you. Now that the main hall is completed, Don't wait until next summer. Let the ministers write a congratulatory note and ask Lan Shenxian if it can be completed sooner."
Jia Jing dismissed Huang Jin with a smile. Still a little pale.
After seeing Li Shizhen’s experiments with glass tubes and observing alchemy in a glass furnace, Jiajing had long since given up on the path to immortality.
But just as the imperial power knows its mistakes and corrects them without admitting them, it is impossible for Jiajing to admit in front of the world that his practice in the past ten years was a fool's errand.
But everyone knows the situation well, that is, the balance is maintained barely.
What he has to do now is to leave these shortcomings to King Yu, so that once King Yu comes to power, he can use them to become a sage and select his closest ministers.
Although King Yu’s previous intelligence test score was a little low, he was still the master of middle-level talent. Having such a foreshadowing can be regarded as helping the horse and giving it a ride.
But it’s trueJust as he had always insisted that the two kings not meet each other, if he wanted his father and son to be safe and help his son on his horse for a ride, he had to go to the Longevity Palace outside to practice Xuanxiu.
Jiajing is now just a son with a grandson. Although he is not in good health, he is still an only child, so there is nothing unexpected. Although immortality is an illusion, these taboos have been tabooed for so many years, and they should be tabooed for a few more years.
Jiajing is lying on the bed now, with Mr. Ma's "The Prince" on his left side and the Queen Mother Xiao's "Principles of Prince Edward" on his right hand. When he feels energetic, he will read it. If he is not energetic, he will go to sleep. If he cannot sleep, he will close his eyes and rest.
Jia Jing didn’t give much love in his life, most of it was concentrated on his son. I used to always feel that my son is not like my father, but I have seen changes recently, and I am relieved to think about it. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft