.After the New Year's Communist Party, Emperor Jiajing returned to Xiyuan, his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip into water. The gracefulness and luxury at the ceremony disappeared, and he almost said viciously to Chen Hong, who was kneeling on the ground: "Tell me, what's going on!"

Chen Hong had been so scared that he was speechless and stuttered: "After I came back, I went to find that thing. I remember that I asked the eunuch in the hall to release it, so I asked him to take me to the inner treasury to retrieve it. I saw that the bag was thrown in the corner and had already fallen into a thick layer of dust. It was obvious that no one had touched it before..." Although he couldn't even say a piece of his words, he was full of refusal for himself.

As a big black-hearted boss, how could Jiajing not see through his little thoughts? He snorted coldly: "Don't say those useless things, I just want the result!"

"Yes, yes..." Chen Hong quickly responded: "I went over to open the bag, and walked out with the crystal box. When I came out of the yard, the eunuch in the hall shouted: "Ruyi is broken. I looked down and saw that Ruyi was broken into three pieces..."

"How could it be broken?" Jiajing asked sternly, "Who broke it?" He didn't feel cherishing the thing when it was intact, but when it broke, his heart was overgrown with weeds, feeling something bad was wrong.

Chen Hong kowtowed heavily: "Master Mingwen, when I took it over, I was still fine, and then I handed it over to the eunuch in the hall to keep it in the inner treasury... Then I was locked up by my master and just released it. I really don't know." As soon as this said, okay, Shen Ju's suspicion was washed away.

Of course, Chen Hong didn't want to excuse Shen, but he clearly remembered that when Shen held the crystal box high, the wish in it was still complete; in addition, he was absent-minded and just wanted to rush into Gu Jinshi Temple, so he did not follow the rules, common sense, or reason... Of course, Shen was already ready at that time. As soon as he opened the bag, he threw the thing to the ground and shouted, "Chen Hong robbed the thing, preparation... Because of his carelessness, he was not framed on the spot, but the bomb was only delayed, and the consequence was that he had gone from both sides to enjoy it alone. Now he was checking himself, and he was also taking over. If Shen was suspected, then his responsibility would not be the first to escape.

Chen Hong can choose the tragic person of the year. Once there was an opportunity to not cause trouble in front of him, but he missed it in a confused manner. He did not regret it until he was troubled and wanted to say: If God gave me another chance, I would definitely check it carefully several times. If the number of times must be added, I hope it is, 100,000 times, 100,000 times.

But there is no regret medicine in the world, and Chen Hong cannot go back to the day last year. He can only swallow this bitter fruit silently, which is equivalent to helping Shen pass the test.

"That's Curry's problem?" Jiajing was indeed beheaded by him and waved his hand upset and said, "Let me investigate this matter thoroughly. Who broke Ruyi? If you can't find out, you will be punished together!" "Yes..." Chen Hong was helpless and felt a little more fortunate. At least he didn't ask Huang Jin to investigate, otherwise his team would have been punished.

Everyone thought Chen Hong was going to be unlucky, but he was scolded and passed the test safely. Many people couldn't understand. Could it be that Chen Hong, who was just crippled by the emperor a few years ago, was once again fond of the Saint-Friends? In fact, the reason is very simple. Jiajing's thoughts on the people below were clear, so naturally he could not let his mortal enemy investigate Chen Hong, otherwise how could he balance the power of the inner court? It was not that he didn't want to kill people, but it was just not in line with his own arrangements.

Despite this, Jiajing was still full of anger. Huang Jin obediently brought a basin of warm water, soaked the towel, and whispered: "Master, warm your face, please relieve your fatigue."

Jiajing nodded slightly, Huang Jin wrung the towel and flattened it. Carefully applied it to the emperor's face. The warm and moist feeling made Emperor Jiajing, who had not slept all night and had not yet closed his eyes, finally felt relaxed and murmured: "What has been added here?" "I didn't dare to add it randomly, so I added some red date juice." Huang Jin whispered: "This is what I learned from Suzhou people. They like to relieve fatigue like this." "Well, it's not bad..." Jiajing slowly lost and didn't speak for a long time.

Huang Jin thought he was sleeping, so he wanted to tiptoe down. Unexpectedly, before his hand touched the towel, he heard Jiajing say quietly: "Do you believe in life?" Huang Jin said in surprise: "Fate?"

"Yes) Fate" Jia Jing imitated Buddha's explanation to him, and imitated Buddha's words and said, "Confucianism believes in fate. Confucius said, "If you don't know fate, you can't be a gentleman. Buddhism believes in fate even more. They advise people to cultivate the next life, which is precisely because they believe that this life is the result of the previous life, and it is already destined at the moment of birth. After a moment, Jia Jing lifted the white scarf on the bottom and handed it to Huang Jin and said, "Change another one."

Huang Jin soaked another piece and whispered: "Didn't the master often say that Taoism cultivates longevity and changes his fate to the sake of defiance of heaven? In this way, Taoism does not believe in fate."

Jiajing shook his head slowly and said, "I'm a fool, if I didn't believe in fate first, why should I beg for the heavens to change my fate?" "So, my master also believed in fate?" Huang Jin whispered. Jiajing paused and returned to the original question and said, "Do you believe?" "Of course I believe." Huang Jin smiled and said, "It's like me, I was born in a small mountain village. My parents had a meal, so I was destined to not be a scholar and an official, and I was born! A way out; and because there are many children in the family, I was sold." As he said, he was so sad that he was about to cry: "But the slave was destined to serve the emperor, so he was so

He would be attracted by Eunuch Li, buy it back to the Anlu Palace, and meet a good master like his master, so he has a good life with a beautiful life. Do you think I can't believe in life?" "Fate is destined to be 1111111111111" Jia Jing sighed and said angrily = "In life, there must be 11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111

Huang Jin thought about this sentence carefully and felt that it seemed to be about King Jing, but it might also be about King Yu. After thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out, so he had to quietly take the basin.

Jiajing slept all day long and didn't wake up until dark. After eating a few snacks of chestnut and noodles, drinking a bowl of millet and osmanthus porridge, he felt regaining his energy and said to Huang Jin: "Give those congratulations." He just likes to read congratulations. He knows it is empty words and clichés, but he enjoys it, and even feels that it is a great enjoyment in life.

Huang Jin brought a box of congratulations. Jiajing asked, "Have all the officials in Beijing been on board?" "Go back to the master, they are on board, and even the elder Yan Ge and his son are not short of." Huang Jin smiled and said, "The ministers wish the emperor good and longevity and good health, nothing can stop them." "Little mouth is really good at speaking..." Jiajing slept for a night, threw those thoughts behind his head, and pointed to the box and said, "Open it, I'll come here."

"Get orders." Huang Jin took out the stacks of congratulatory forms and placed them beside Emperor Jiajing's bed.

When the emperor read the congratulatory statement, although he was happy, he was not hungry. For those who were not skilled in calligraphy, were not gorgeous in words, and praised the uninnovative meaning of praise, he just glanced over and called out aside. Only those with both of the three would he appreciate it carefully, read it repeatedly, and even outlined it... Of course, this situation is very rare. Once someone's article can get favor, then congratulations, and the promotion of the title is close to you.

So even though you know it is a horse article that is full of nonsense, the officials who dream of being favored by the emperor still write it to scrape their hearts, rack their brains, and even pass the Jinshi exam. If you have no choice but to flatter, you must be talented, not just to be careful.

For example, Chen and Zhang Juzheng are not careless. In Jiajing's opinion, although the article is well written, it is always less spiritual, so it can only be considered good. However, Xu Wei's article always makes Jiajing regretful and commented: "If he takes out half the strength to write the White Deer Double Table", he can be among the top masters.

Those who have always remained in the ranks of top masters include Xu Jie, Yuan Wei, Yan Ne and Li Chunfang. Their Qing Ci is well written and flattering. So when Jiajing saw that it was the congratulatory statement of these people, he immediately became energetic and said, "Miaowen is here, Miaowen is here." Sure enough, the four of them did not lose their standards this time, and they all felt comfortable with the emperor. Especially Yuan Wei's articles made Jiajing happy. He even picked up his pen and copied one of the parallel prose, preparing to write it into a couplet and hang it in the essence.

The first couplet is: "The first time the Luoshui Black Turtle presents auspicious sign, Yin and Bu Fan, Yang numbers nine, nine nine eighty-one numbers, the numbers are connected to Tao, Tao combines with Yuanshi Tianzun, Yicheng is touched; the second couplet is: Qishan Danfeng two present auspicious signs six, females sing six, six six thirty-six sounds, the slogan heard in heaven, born in the Jiajing Emperor, and live forever.

"What a great article!" Jiajing nodded and smiled and said, "This Yuan Wei is indeed a talent. Unfortunately, I cannot be promoted to his official position, so I will give him a Qilin suit, reward a hundred gold coins, and a son will be a thousand households of the Jinyiwei." Qilin suit is the clothing of Gonghou Bo. Yuan Wei was dressed as a second-rank, which is a great honor, so he got it only because of a piece of horse article.

But no matter what, Huang Jin was also happy to see the emperor so happy, and thought to himself: It should be easy to deal with tonight... As the emperor's service staff, he was also under great pressure. He couldn't even get a rest during the Chinese New Year. He had to keep his heart tight and hoped to be relaxed.

Happy time always passes by quickly, and before you know it, the drums sounded three times. Huang Jin whispered: "Master, let's see this tonight. Let's wait until tomorrow."

"Um..." Jiajing also felt his eyes sore, but he still said: "Look at the last three more." As he said that, his eyes searched in a bunch of memorials that had not been finished, he saw a blue cover. He couldn't help but frown and said: "With such a simple face, this man doesn't understand the rules." He picked it up casually and looked at the name first. It turned out to be a memorial sent by Wu Shi, a clerk from the Criminal Department, and couldn't help but smile: "I said it, it turned out to be a censor who was Gou Vulli."

He originally planned to browse it, but then threw it aside, but he only took a look and was stunned.

I saw that there was no one who was used to seeing the powerful silver hook and iron slap. He was accusing him of humble knees and flattery. He only had thunderous accusations, accusing his minister Yan Song, his friends and relatives, and his masters were stolen. He stole the authority of his son Yan Shifan, "appointing the people to make money for personal gain, and vain the official treasury to make money for power." He shouted that the border affairs are not good at military difficulties, and the military difficulties are in danger, and the officials are evil, and the government is evil. If Yan Song and his son are not removed, even if His Majesty is worried and exhausted, the border affairs will never be done!" He strongly urged the emperor to eliminate evil.

Huang Jin saw that the emperor's face became more and more embarrassing, and his hand holding the rice bill also had blue veins. Finally, he patted it heavily on the table, and two words burst out from his teeth and said: "Damn it!"

The palace servant in the room heard this and knelt on the ground. Huang Jin smiled and comforted, "Don't calm down, calm down, this is the first day of the Lunar New Year, so it's not a big deal." "Someone intends to make me unhappy!" Jiajing raised his tone and said, "How can I calm down my anger? As he said that, he threw the memoir from Wu Shi on Huang Jin's face. Huang Jin quickly opened his eyes and couldn't help but say, "What a brave man. "Find for me." Jiajing kicked over those memoirs that he had not read before and said, "Look at if there are any such things inside, find all the dogs and things!"

Huang Jin had to kneel on the ground and search for him. Jiajing was so angry that he leaned on the pillow, staring straight at a palace lantern, and a resentful light radiated in his eyes. As soon as the fifth day of the day, Huang Jin, sweating profusely replied in a low voice: "Master, I've finished finding it." "Is there any?" Jiajing didn't dare to him and asked coldly. "There are...but not many." Huang Jin whispered: "Only two books.

"How many more do you want?" Jiajing glared at him fiercely, took the two memorials and glanced at them. Seeing that the content was similar, he threw them back irritably and said, "Is there still me in my eyes? Isn't anyone listening to my words?" Huang Jin shrank his neck and did not dare to answer.

After a long time, Jiajing finished his anger and said to Huang Jin: "Take these three memorials to Yan Song's mansion and ask him..." Speaking of this, Jiajing remembered that the old man had just died and sighed and said, "Go and see him, bring a load of assorted snacks from the imperial kitchen. Don't say anything, let him do it by himself." "Yes.

"Huang Jin responded in a low voice. Seeing that it was almost dawn, he hurried to the kitchen behind and ordered people to prepare the snacks. When the palace gate opened, he led two small eunuchs carrying loads to Yan Song's mansion on West Chang'an Street.

The Yan family was mourning. The couplets on the door were blue and the lanterns were white. The plaque with the words "Yan Mansion" was also covered by big flowers made of white silk. The doors for welcoming guests were also full of filial piety. When they saw the father-in-law wearing a big red python robe came, they did not dare to neglect them. They quickly stepped forward to welcome them.

Huang Jin knew his intention, so the disciple invited him to enter. After a while, Yan Song's grandson and Yan Shifan's son Yan Hong came out. He was wearing filial piety and was exhausted. He saluted to Eunuch Huang and said, "Grandmother's new mourning, the Han family is rude" "The eldest son is mourning." Huang Jin returned the salutation and said, "Let's make incense for the old lady first." Yan Hong led Huang Jin into the main hall. The huge main hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion had become the old lady's mourning hall.

Huang Jin respectfully scented the incense, and the Xiansun kowtowed and returned the salute. He found Yan Hong and asked softly: "The emperor asked our family to come and see the old master. I wonder if he can do it?"

Yan Hong whispered: "Grandpa was too sad. He has been stolen for the past few days and has been slanting there. I don't know if he can see the guests." It was obvious that Yan Song had given orders that no guests would be seen.

"There is an important thing." Huang Jin didn't need the imperial envoy to suppress the people, but took out the three memorials from the sleeves and handed them to Yan Hong and said, "Let's see for your grandfather, I'll wait here, at least I can reply to the palace and reply to my life."

Yan Hong realized the problem was serious and nodded, "Dude, please go to the hall - use tea, I'll show it to my grandfather." "Go." Huang Jin smiled kindly, and Yan Hong took the three memoirs and quickly walked to the backyard.

In order to avoid seeing things and thinking about others, his grandsons, Yan Song, invited him from the master bedroom to the western room, and was a distance from the hanging flower door. Yan Hong was walking, and suddenly heard a voice saying, "What are you doing when you walk so fast?" He quickly stopped and bowed and said, "Dad..." The one who called him was Yan Shifan.

Yan Shifan couldn't stand Yan Hong's dullness, and Yan Hong couldn't stand Yan Shifan's excessive debauchery, so the relationship between the father and son was not harmonious and even a little cold. Yan Shifan looked up and down at his son and said, "What are you holding in your hand?" "Several memorials." Yan Hong whispered: "Elder Huang from the palace brought it to his grandfather. "It's getting more and more distorted!" Yan Shifan scolded: "Didn't you say that you should ask me for instructions on everything? Have you taken me seriously?" Yan Hong said, "I wanted to show it to my grandfather first, and then tell my father." Yan Shibo said unhappily: "Your grandfather is old and in a bad mood, so don't bother him." As he said, he stretched out his hand and said, "Come on!" Yan Hong had no choice but to hand the three memorials to Yan Shifan.
Chapter completed!