Yan Song was not surprised to hear the emperor summoning him late at night. Over the years, His Majesty has become more and more divine in his cultivation. He is moody and elusive. Now it is just the summoning of him at the Xu hour, which is nothing at all.
Then he took the black hat handed over by Xu Jie, slowly put it on his head, and then took Zhang Jing's memorial, and Chen Hong helped him out of the door tremblingly.
A double-carried sedan chair was already stopped at the door. Yan Song sat on it, and the back of the chair only reached his waist. It actually looked rather shabby - but the "allowing the Forbidden Garden to ride a waist carriage" was already his Majesty's loving kindness. You should know that other officials, including Xu Jie, could only ride horses when entering and leaving the West Garden, and were not qualified to ride a sedan chair.
Xu Jie kept sending him to the door until the sedan chair disappeared into the vast night, and then sighed inexplicably, turned back to the duty room and continued to work.
The group walked silently under the hall corridor with big red lanterns. Under each lantern, they stood solemnly with their waists and embroidered spring swords. The guards in the Jinyi clothes were wearing flying fish uniforms. They arrived at the gate of Yuxi Palace before they became eunuchs and Taoist priests standing.
The Yuxi Palace is the main hall of the Xiyuan Garden, but the plaque with four handsome and powerful regular script characters "Jinshi Jingshe" are engraved on the plaque, and the five small characters "Shu Yan Song Jingshe" are engraved on the lower side of the left side of the plaque.
When they arrived in front of the hall, the eunuch fell into the sedan chair. Chen Hong helped the old man to get out of the sedan chair, and then gestured to enter. The two eunuchs guarding the door used their hands to slowly lift the heavy pineapple wooden door in front of them, and then slowly moved in - the two doors were slowly moved away without any sound.
Chen Hong went in to report, and after a while, he came out and said, "Please come in, please come in." After saying that, he lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty is in a bad mood, so you must speak more leisurely."
Yan Song squinted his eyes and nodded, thanked him in a low voice, and then, with his support, he stepped tremblingly across the high threshold and entered the hall. The candlelight in the hall was bright, sandalwood was lingering, and the statue of Sanqing Daojun was hung in the south. There was an altar underneath. There was a three-legged bronze incense burner that was more than one person tall, and at this time, the hollow at the top of the stove continued to emit light white sandalwood... This is the source of the sandalwood in the hall.
I looked through the entire hall, but there was no dragon chaise. In front of the altar, in the middle of the hall, there was a white jade round couch that was one foot high and seven feet wide. There was a thin brocade quilt on it, and a large Tai Chi embroidered on the quilt. On the outer circle of the Tai Chi round couch, there were also eight trigram purple gold bricks inlaid in the order of Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen and Kun. This was the Tai Chi Bagua bed used by Emperor Jiajing to practice meditation on daily basis.
But at this time the Bagua bed was empty, and the Supreme Emperor of the Ming Dynasty did not meditate here.
Chen Hong led Yan Song into the inner room on the right side of the hall, and looked into it through the thin gauze curtain, which seemed to be a large inner room.
"Your Majesty, Master Yan is here." Chen Hongbei said.
After a difficult wait, a clear sound of jade chimes came from the curtain.
Only then did Chen Hong dare to gently lift the curtain and whisper to Yan Song: "Please come in, please come in."
Yan Song nodded, and walked in tremblingly. As soon as he entered, he pushed the golden mountain and turned the jade pillar and kowtowed, "Long live my husband Yan Song."
"Get up, Weizhong." A middle-aged man with a slightly nasal voice rang out, and he smiled lazyly: "Call you so late, disturbing your dream." Weizhong is Yan Song's word "六文". The emperor did not call him directly, but used his words to call him. It was really the only one who was the dynasty.
Yan Song then slowly stood up and laughed: "The old minister is old and has been alive and has not been awakened. He just happened to be a companion for the emperor."
At this time, a fat eunuch moved over a Jindun and asked Master Yan to sit down. This was also the kindness of His Majesty. Only Yan Song enjoyed the civil and military affairs in the court.
After sitting down, Yan Song raised his head and saw a middle-aged man wearing a thick blue cloth robe in June, thin and clear-looking, leaning on the bright yellow soft couch. There was a jade-holding purple gold bowl next to the couch, and a golden burgundy pestle was placed in the bowl. It seemed that the sound of gold and jade just now was made by this thing.
This middle-aged man who did not know the cold and heat was the emperor Jiajing of the Daming Empire, who called himself "The Supreme Daluo Heavenly Immortal Zi Ji Changsheng Sheng Zhi Zhaoling Tong Sanyuan Zheng Ying Yuxu General Palm Palm Five Thunder Dazhen Man Xuandu Realm Wanshou Emperor". He was a fifteen-year-old man, Shao succeeded the Datong, and was the eleventh generation monarch of the Ming Empire. He was named the Emperor Jiajing.
It is said that Emperor Jiajing is still very beautiful, with fair face, straight facial features, three long beards under the jaw, and very long ears on both sides. However, his narrow eyes and slightly thin lips destroyed the central and peaceful appearance, giving people a very difficult feeling. At this moment, Emperor Jiajing gently pressed his brow with his slender fingers, and said with concern: "What should I do if the Five Emperors don't come?"
If an ordinary person was probably fainted by His Majesty the Emperor, but Yan Song was a powerful minister who served the emperor for twenty years and was well-versed in the best of his own ideas. He naturally knew that these "Five Emperors" did not refer to the emperor's fifth brother, nor were the five virtuous emperors of the ancient Huangdi, Zhuanxu, Emperor Ku, Tang Yao, and Yu Shun... This emperor who did not believe in the world, he believed that he was the most wise emperor from ancient times to the present.
The Five Emperors worshipped by Emperor Jiajing are the five emperors in the sky - the Central Huangdi Hankun; the Eastern Green Emperor's spiritual power is admirable; the Southern Red Emperor's Red Angry; the Western White Emperor's White Evil; the Northern Black Emperor's Juguang Ji. This Taoist Emperor firmly believes that it is the five emperors he dedicated to for decades, protecting his country and country without external aggression and internal disturbance, and prospering forever; protecting his weak body since childhood, from being attacked by the wind, and being able to prolong his life and live long.
Since June, Emperor Jiajing has burned lamps and incense in Qingfu Palace, started to practice vegetarianism, pray for blessings and disasters for the Ming Dynasty, and ask gods to protect the Japanese and pirates as soon as possible, and return him to a peaceful country.
Yan Song heard from the emperor that whenever he was fasting and worshiping, he would feel a strange fragrance all over the room, and all the dirty noises in the world disappeared without a trace, and his heart was empty and clear. Then one of the five emperors would wander here, talk to him, and give him some advice.
However, this month, I was unable to enter into meditation when I was in a hurry. The emperor's heart was filled with noise and could not communicate with the Five Emperors at all. I tried it for half a month, and it was like this every day. This made Emperor Jiajing feel a resentment of being neglected and abandoned. He sighed and said, "True Tao, who watched the celestial phenomena at night, said that he had seen the Huixing for several days, and went up to the southeast, swept the Ziwei Wall, and violated the Northern Emperor's Heavenly Palace. I'm afraid this is the reason why the Five Emperors did not come." As he said that, he raised his head and stared at Yan Song quietly. There was an inexplicable light in his eyes, and he slowly said, "Yizhong, what do you think this celestial phenomena represent?"
Yan Song said in his heart, 'What else can it be? It's just a Japanese/Guobei.' But he looked panicked, and he knelt on the ground, kowtowed and accused him, "I am incompetent, and I am worried about the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of Heaven. It is a great sin. Please give up the crime to the ministers to eliminate the Emperor of Heaven's anger..." As he said that, he leaned down on the ground and cried.
When Emperor Jiajing cried like this, he felt a little embarrassed and waved his hand and said, "Huang Jin, help the elders, the seventies and eighties are still crying at any time."
While being helped up by the fat eunuch named Huang Jin, Yan Song also cried: "When he saw the king and father's worries, the criminal's heart seemed to be cut by a knife!"
Jiajing took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, threw it into pieces and cursed in front of him, and said with a smile: "You are always there, and I want to laugh every time I cry."
"Your Majesty..." Old Yan Songcom said aggrievedly: "The criminal is sincere..."
"Okay, okay." Jiajing casually fiddled with his jade bowl and pestle, and said with a slightly relaxed look: "You old guy must know that the celestial phenomena are the scourge of the southeast." He sighed and said: "What's wrong with this world? How come a tiny island country far away from the sea is so rampant that it can even rampant in my dignified Ming Dynasty?"
As he spoke, the emperor became angry again. He knocked on the golden bowl heavily and made a buzzing echo. The emperor was so angry that he said: "Is it because I am not virtuous? Is it because all officials are corrupt? Is it because the generals are incompetent? Or are the eggs of my Ming men castrated like Huang Jin?"
The fat eunuch Huang Jin said aggrievedly: "Your Majesty, although I have no eggs, I am still bloody. As long as you give an order, I will immediately carry the three-foot green breeze to wipe out those hateful Japanese pirates."
"Did you hear it?" The emperor knocked on the golden bowl hard, staring at Yan Song with his eyes as lightning, "Why are my civil and military officials not even as good as eunuchs!"
Yan Song had no choice but to kneel down and apologize again.
Jiajing threw the golden pestle back into the bowl and snorted, "Where is the letter of death in his hand?"
"Report to your Majesty, the war report of Zhejiang Governor Zhang Jing." Yan Song said with both hands.
Huang Jin was about to go over to pick it up, but the emperor stopped him and said, "No need to show it to me. This Zhang Jing is too unreasonable. He has become a rotten sesame seeds of Chen Guzi before he can report it to me. If I pointed to his report and understood the market, I would have been blind."
Yan Song was shocked and thought to himself: 'It seems that Lu Bing is also staring at Jiangnan.' Then he said respectfully: "Zhang Banzhou also has his difficulties. Your Majesty should take a look. After all, he is the chief officer, and he knows the best of many things."
"I don't want to hear bad news today!" Jiajing waved his sleeves and said, "It's bad news all day long, isn't there any good news?"
Chapter completed!