Chapter 166: The king and his subjects get along

Yuxi Palace, Jiajing Jingshe.

night.

Huang Jin lowered his head and walked in front of him quickly, still dressed as a slave, wearing a single cotton shirt that had been washed white.

Behind were three boys in Taoist robes. They all looked pale and had no beards. It was obviously the little eunuchs in the palace.

The three little eunuchs were holding a thick stack of books in their hands. Because they were blocked from their vision, they seemed a little staggering when walking, but they did not dare to delay at all.

The thresholds in the palace were high. When entering the door, a little eunuch didn't pay attention to his feet, and the other planted a green onion and fell a dog to eat shit.

The account book in his hand fell all over the ground with a "slam".

At this time, Jiajing, who was reading the account book in front of the imperial case, suddenly raised his head, his expression was full of gloomy, and then lowered his head with annoyance.

The little eunuch was so scared that his face lost its blood and hurriedly knelt on the ground. He didn't dare to speak, but he just kowtowed and knocked his forehead full of blood.

Huang Jin didn't say anything, pointed to the ground, leaned down and picked up the account book on the ground.

The little eunuch looked at Huang Jin gratefully and helped in a hurry. The windows in the monastery were still not opened, and it was so hot.

On the wall to the north of the house was a very exquisitely framed simple white central hall, which was written in the thin gold body, "It is practiced to look like a crane, and there are two sutras under a thousand pine trees; I came to ask Wuyu, saying that the clouds are in the blue sky and water is in the bottle."

The signature of the central hall is: "Zhu Houcong recorded Wu Jie's "Poems for Asking the Way" in the 39th year of Jiajing."

Then there is a large vermilion seal and the "Imperial Pen".

This calligraphy is very strange, it is Wu Jie's thin gold style.

When Emperor Jiajing saw it, he liked it in his heart and said that this kind of calligraphy was very meaningful, so he asked Wu Jie to write a post and copy it himself.

Huang Jin didn't know that this thin gold body was created by a man named Song Huizong in another time and space.

This man called himself Emperor Taoist, and the words he wrote were naturally very consistent with Jiajing's wishes.

The three-legged copper incense burner is burning agarwood as usual. The rich fragrance not only makes people think deeply but also makes the air look dull.

Huang Jin has been here in this room for countless times, but she has already understood the decorations in the room.

However, recently, I have bought a futon and a short table in the house.

There were also a few mahogany boxes placed near the wall, full of tent books.

More than a dozen palace lanterns were on, illuminating the small inside the house.

The room was terriblely quiet. When I looked up, I saw Emperor Jiajing watching silently with a book of accounts.

Needless to say, the emperor is settled the accounts again.

In fact, the current Ming Dynasty has become so financially that it cannot be worse. Since the invasion of the Japanese pirates, the court has repeatedly used troops in Fujian and Zhejiang, spending tens of millions of dollars, and has long struggled with a family's foundation.

As the eunuch in charge of seals in the Sili Supervisor, no one knows the situation of the treasury better than Huang Jin.

As for the Ming Dynasty, the annual total fiscal revenue was only 4 million taels of silver. However, the battlefield in Jiangsu and Zhejiang required at least 6 million taels per year, river defense, disaster relief, and official salaries were added together, so it would cost 30,000 to mention that the current Long Live Master had to build several yards, Taoist temples, etc.

As an internal minister, he had no energy to do other things except to find ways to make money.

Now, the war in Fujian and Zhejiang has reached a critical moment. Hu Zongxian wrote letters every few days to ask for military pay, and forced the Ministry of Revenue, the cabinet and the magistrate of the sermon to be frustrated, and even the Emperor Long Live was alarmed.

Wu Jie put away the folding fan: "Your Majesty, there are two more numbers."

"Okay, I'll draw a hand order for me and send it to the Ministry of Revenue."

"Yes." Wu Jie picked up the pen, waved it, stood up, and delivered the imperial edict to the emperor with both hands.

"The general meaning is that I have told you before." Jiajing waved his hand and said, "I won't read it, Huang Jin."

"I'm here."

"Please criticize the money, transfer to the Ministry of Revenue."

Huang Jin was shocked: This Wu Jie was able to draw an order for the emperor. This is a privilege that only the scholars of the Hanlin Academy have!”

"Yes." Huang Jin took the imperial edict and took a few glances. He was shocked at the moment. I won't say how this edict was written. Wu Jie's writing is naturally first-class. The most rare thing is that the data is detailed, the source is very clear, and the solution is proposed. People who have been practicing in the Central Secretariat Hall for many years cannot write such things.

Generally speaking, after the imperial examination is selected, you need to study in the Hanlin Academy for a few years before you can give it a real position. The main reason is that this article or the eight-legged essay can only prove a person's cultural literacy. As for politics, you have to start learning again.

Judging from this hand-in-hand entrustment written by Wu Jie, if he hadn't known the truth, he would have thought he was an old man in the official career.

How old is Wu Jie? How could he know these things?

Could it be that the master of Long Sui was trained by one hand during this period?

Is this the so-called disciple of the emperor?

Huang Jin was even more shocked.

Well, it seems that Wu Jie has really encountered a great opportunity, and the future creation is immeasurable.

In fact, Huang Jin was wrong.

At this moment, Wu Jie felt a little worried: I was so tired, so I blame me for being too talkative and causing trouble for myself.

It turned out that after the sacrifice and praying for rain, Jiajing liked Wu Jie the more he saw. When he was free in daily life, he would always pass on Wu Jie to say a few words. Even when he was excited to read "The Story of Stone", he would write a note for the eunuch to send it to Wu Jie to discuss the next plot with him.

Wu Jie was originally a modern person, and his concept of equality was deeply rooted in the bones. When he met the emperor, he was also very casual, and most of them were called "true king".

When others saw the emperor, they were mostly trembling and did not speak easily. Wu Jie was so calm and calm, neither humble nor arrogant, which made Jiajing feel fresh.

A while ago, when Jiajing checked a data, he could not calculate it. This data involved a series of connections and connections. Wu Jie was quick and used four calculations to calculate it casually.

This fresh algorithm attracted Jiajing's attention, so Wu Jie taught him this method.

So Wu Jie was taken to be the accounting room by Jiajing.

During these days, he had to write "The Story of the Stone", be the tent clerk, and review his homework, so tired that he vomited blood.

Wu Jie smiled bitterly in his heart: If others see this situation, they don’t know how envious they are, but who can know my pain. It is not a good thing to get along with the king and the minister.

"By the way, Wu Jie." Jiajing suddenly spoke slowly: "You can leave the palace tomorrow."

When Wu Jie heard this, he was stunned, and then he felt a little joy: ***, he can finally go out. In this Taoist temple where birds do not shit, the food is light and the work is too much. It is as comfortable as the flowers and wine outside.

Jiajing: "Huang Jin, please send Wu Jie out later. After Double Ninth Festival, I will take him back after participating in the Shuntian Prefecture Provincial Examination."

"Ah!" Wu Jie was surprised: "Tomorrow is Double Ninth Festival, and there are only a few days to be a provincial examination. This day is so fast!"

With a flash of eyes, he had been by Jiajing for about twenty days.

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