Chapter 175 Everyone is annoyed!

Zhang Jing laughed and said, "There is an allusion here. After Xi Shi helped the King of Yue destroy Wu, King Goujian of Yue wanted to take Xi Shi back to his country, but his queen was afraid that Xi Shi would be favored and threatened her position. So she secretly asked someone to deceive Xi Shi, tied the stone to Xi Shi, and then sank into the sea." As she said, Zhang Jing's voice became low and almost murmured: "Xi Shi made extraordinary achievements for the country. Not only did she not receive the respect she deserved, she was also brutally killed. The grievances in her heart could not be reported, so she turned into countless river clams. Looking forward to someone finding her, she spit out her lilac tongue and complained about her injustice..."

After saying that, he said quietly, "I am so sad that the water outside the Palace of King Wu, the mud is still buried in Xi Shi. It can be seen that beauties and famous generals are the most susceptible to grievances." He sighed sadly and said in a naughty voice: "I am obviously the most beautiful and strongest, why are I always so powerless in front of the ugly treacherous?"

The silent one was suddenly lost by him and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Mr. Budang is the first patriarch of the dynasty, the southeast pillar. If you are wronged, the seashores of the Ming Dynasty will be completely over. It seems that you shouldn't have said this unknown, right?"

Zhang Jing shook his head, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, stroked his white beard, his eyes full of complex emotions, and whispered: "Are you less than twenty years old this year?"

Silent nodded and said, "Seventeen years old."

"How young." Zhang Jing sighed with emotion: "I am a Jinshi in the twelve years of Zhengde. It has been thirty-eight years now..." No wonder he is so arrogant that he doesn't even take Yan Song seriously. It turns out that this qualification is too old. He said with a smile and said, "Do you think Is this official or the prime minister?"

Silent chuckled: "The head of the governor is the leader of the border minister, and the chief minister is the leader of the capital official. I can't say which one is the leader."

"Slippant! I'm afraid of offending me." Zhang Jing cursed with a smile: "The chief minister is the leader of civil officials in the world. I am the actual prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, and I can't compare with me."

Chen Jixiao didn't say anything, which is considered to be accustomed to this statement.

"After experiencing all the ups and downs of this dynasty, I will count the successive prime ministers in my impression." Zhang Jing pointed and counted silently: "Mr. Shizhai, Yang Tinghe, was the chief minister who was entrusted by the late emperor. In the third year of Jiajing, he retired with great ceremony; Duke Jiang Wending followed him and left because of great ceremony for only two months; Duke Mao Wenjian followed him and left because of great ceremony for only three months, and Duke Fei Wenxian and Duke Yang Wenxiang also fought with Your Majesty for five years. After five years of reign, he was finally replaced by the treacherous prime minister Zhang Cong. Later, there were Zhai Luan, Zhang Fujing, Fang Xianfu, Li Shi, Xia Guixi, and Gu Dingchen. There were several people who were ups and downs during this period. If it were not considered the chief ministers today, my Jiajing Dynasty changed twenty-one prime ministers in 26 years, almost one year."

He said sadly: "I am the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty, so I am so stupid. Do you think I, as the Governor of the Shangshu, will be regarded as a pillar? Do I have the confidence to 'let him blow wind and rain, and I will remain unmoved'?"

Shun Shi shook his head slightly, without saying a word, only saw Zhang Jing drinking one cup after another, and quickly persuaded him: "Master Budang, your health is important, and there are still many official duties to deal with tomorrow..."

Zhang Jing could no longer listen. He just wanted to tell and vent all the depression and aggrievances in his heart. If this boy could let the Beijing man know it, that would be the best. He saw him singing in a low voice with drunken eyes: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away the heroes, the right and wrong, success and failure turn empty, the green mountains are still there, the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet each other. How many things are in a joke..."

As he sang, the boss finally got drunk, tired, and fell asleep. He was supported by his hometown and returned to the back hall to rest. He sat quietly at the dining table, feeling the sad taste that was still permeated in the room. His eyes were first confused, long-term confusion, but finally became firm, extremely firm.

He gently twisted up the wine glass, drank the remaining wine in the glass, stood up and said to the housekeeper of the mansion standing aside, "When the Ministry Hall wakes up tomorrow, please help me tell me, and the official will wait for the good news from the Ministry Hall in the inn."

The old butler laughed and said, "Mr. Shen doesn't have to go to the inn anymore. Master Shen has given instructions, and you will stay in the mansion."

"How is this good?" Chen Si said softly: "You can't cause trouble for Master Ting Tang anymore."

The butler smiled and said, "The mansion has already cleaned up your residence for you and your subordinates. Please follow the old slave to the backyard to rest." Obviously, this is not an agreement, but a notice.

Chen Si had to smile bitterly and said, "The officials are better off obedient than respect." Then he followed the officials to the backyard.

Walking on the stone path in the backyard, looking at the cold stars in the sky in silence, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "What happened in Beijing, which actually made the governors of the six provinces so sad?"

Even if you are thousands of miles apart, you will see the same starry sky when you look up.

"Master Ge, you'd better go into the house and wait. It's so cold outside." A feminine voice sounded, calling back Daming Jisuke, who was looking up at the starry sky, from his thoughts.

Xu Jie slowly withdrew his gaze, and the flashing splendor in his eyes also disappeared, turning back to the amiable little old man, without showing any flaws.

He tidied up his clothes and smiled at Huang Jin, who was wearing thick sable fur and was still flinting his neck so cold that he said, "I am so tragic that my father-in-law is laughing at me."

Huang Jin hurriedly smiled and said, "What's the matter with Master Ge? You have to do everything you need to practice Xuan Guardian for the Ming Dynasty at night. It's so hard." According to Tao Tianshi, the reason why the emperor found it difficult for him to enter into meditation was because there were demonic obstacles, so a major minister of the court had to be guarded outside, so the evil demons did not dare to invade them.

When Jiajing heard it was very reasonable, he arranged a duty list for his "major officials". However, in his heart, those who could be called important officials were Yan Song, Xu Jie, Lu Bing, Yang Bo and other few people. Apart from Yang Aiqing who was sent to the north to eat sand, there were only Yan Xu and Lu. However, it was really unreasonable that Yan Ge Lao Seventh and Eighty-year-old Yan Ge Lao still had to stand guard, so this glorious task fell on Governor Lu and Xu Ge Lao. The two miserable "major officials" had to take shifts to protect the emperor's law... It was Xu Ge Lao's turn tonight. If the emperor's cultivation of Xuan was smooth, he could go back to the house to sleep around midnight. If the emperor had not repaired it for a night, he would have to stay in the same room for a night.

As they spoke, the two entered the ear room of Yuxi Palace. The room was not big, but two clear yellow braziers were lit. The silver charcoal piled in the basin was burning vigorously, making the ear room warm as spring, and it was directly two worlds with the cold outside.

As soon as they came in, the two of them took off their thick fur under the service of the eunuch, and exposed their crimson official uniforms. Xu Jie was wearing an imperial bullfighting suit, and Huang Jin wore a python robe and similar python robe. After sitting down from left and right, Huang Jin sighed: "You know, since you asked the Tartars to make trouble in Beijing in September, we Long Live Master have never had a smile on our faces. We slaves are both distressed and anxious, but we can't help much. We are already feeling uncomfortable. How can we still laugh at our master?"

Xu Jie heard the three flavors in his words, and smiled and said, "My father-in-law is too rewarded. Haven't you served Your Majesty day and night? It's a great contribution to serving Your Majesty." He said with great concern: "Have Your Majesty been in a better mood today?"

"Anyway, I was still like that when I came out." Huang Jin said with concern: "I hope this fasting and worship will go smoothly, so that Your Majesty can be more comfortable."

Xu Jie was silent and asked softly after a long time, "Is Your Majesty alone in it?"

"The ancestors are serving in it." Huang Jin whispered: "Your Majesty is going to do rituals today."

Xu Jie nodded and didn't say anything.

There are a wide variety of sacrifices on the altar of the main hall of Yuxi Palace, and blue smoke wafts in the incense burner, making the hall filled with the smell of sandalwood.

Because there was no charcoal basin, the hall was surprisingly cold, because the emperor had practiced to keep warm and cold, and no longer needed to keep warm.

I saw Emperor Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty, wearing a purple-gold Taoist robe and a fragrant leaf crown, sitting cross-legged on his Tai Chi Bagua bed. Within two feet of the Nine Palaces and Bagua, countless white waxes were burned, the candlelight flashed, and the light smoke fluttered, and sometimes a crisp sound broke out, which contrasted the empty hall with increasingly quiet and coldness, and also made his thin face look even more mysterious.

On the outside of the candlelight, there was also a white-haired beardless old man in Taoist robe and purple gold crown. He knelt on the ground, holding a long copper kiln in his hands, and a new candle was inserted at the other end of the kiln, ready to replace the burnt candle for the emperor at any time and beware of any sudden extinguishment.

This old man was the leader of 100,000 eunuchs in the Ming Dynasty. He was respected by all eunuchs as the chief eunuch of the Sili Supervisor Li Fang. This old man, who was most majestic, knelt motionlessly on the cold ground, holding his breath, and did not dare to breathe, for fear that the turbid air he exhaled would blow out some candle and disturb the priest's Qingjing.

Just when he felt his knees sore and were about to stop, a strange wind suddenly broke out in the hall where the doors and windows were closed, blew up the candlelight, shaking the candlelight; the sky was bright, the sky was dim, and there was no shape anymore.

Li Fang wanted to use her body to block the wind, but it had no effect. At this time, the candle was finally blown out, so he quickly lit it, but there were one, two, three... countless candles that were extinguished one after another, making Li Fang, who had always been calm and calm, was in a hurry and sweating.

Suddenly, the emperor sitting on the high platform suddenly raised his head to the sky, and his hair distant burst out with a roar, "Ah..."
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