The people from the Ministry of Works' Repair Office were quite diligent. Finally, the Yuxi Palace was repaired before the Spring Festival, and the craftsmen also retreated. The palace, which was still noisy in the past, fell silent and returned to its deep and quiet state.

"Your Majesty, this is transferred from the cabinet. Please stay here." Wu Jie gently placed a piece of official document on the long desk in front of Jiajing.

Unlike memorials handed over by ordinary ministers, this official document is very thick and seems to be very substantial.

I was busy at the end of the year, and Jiajing had not meditated and refined qi for several days.

The imperial case was filled with official documents, piled up like a hill. Jiajing rarely afforded diligence and sat here early in the morning for a whole day.

As a close minister of the emperor and a de facto imperial secretary, Wu Jie was also kept. He stood by the emperor for a day and his legs became a little sore.

Fortunately, he is in good health and can handle it. Unlike Huang Jin, who stood here for a long time, he was tired and cold and could not hold on. In the end, Jiajing saw that he was too tired and asked him to retreat.

No matter how you look at it, Huang Jin is too old and probably won't be able to work as the eunuch in charge of the seal of the Sili Supervisor for a few years, so he needs to get the newcomer to take over.

"Didn't Silijian approve the dividend? If there is no problem, it's right." Jiajing was a little surprised and raised his head from the long-term case.

As the Spring Festival approaches, the heavy snow for six consecutive days finally stopped, a rare sunny day. As soon as the New Year is over, spring will come.

But it was still very cold here, with doors and windows open, and strong winds kept blowing in, blowing the Taoist robes on Wu Jie and Jiajing, and making a slight sound.

Wu Jie: "Your Majesty, this official letter, the company's ritual supervisor dare not be good at it, and needs to use imperial pens"

"Oh, but what a great thing happened?" Jiajing was a little surprised. He took the official letter transferred from the cabinet and looked at it. He suddenly looked up and looked at Wu Jie deeply. "Have you not read it before?"

Wu Yang: "Long live, Eunuch Huang said that this matter is too important, so I didn't see it."

Jiajing took his eyes back and looked at the official document again: "You are a person who knows the importance of the matter. In fact, it's no big deal, but it has something to do with you."

Wu Jie was stunned and was about to ask questions when he heard the little eunuch outside report: "Long live, King Jing is here to pay tribute to you."

Wu Jie was shocked at the moment: When will this King Jing enter and exit freely in the West Garden? It is like entering a state of no one.

The Ming Dynasty had extremely strict control over the vassal kings. Once they became adults, they had to leave the capital and sent them to the local area. They were not allowed to enter the capital even if they were not wrong.

Even if you return to the capital, you will be subject to a lot of restrictions and can only live in the royal palace and regularly send people to report the schedule to the Zongren Mansion and Shuntian Mansion.

Wu Jie and Concubine Li had a close relationship and wanted to date Prince Yu's Mansion. Inadvertently, the body was marked with Prince Yu's Mansion. In addition, he had a very unhappy relationship with Prince Jing in Chuyao Hall. When he heard the little eunuch's words, he secretly kept his mind and raised his head to look at Jiajing.

When the emperor heard that his second son had arrived, a trace of joy flashed across his face.

Before he could speak, a figure flashed in: "Father is so happy, so happy... it's you?"

The person who came was slightly fat, and he was the King of Jing who had not seen him for many days.

As soon as he saw Wu Jie, he was slightly stunned and his eyes were full of anger.

Wu Jie smiled faintly and bowed and bowed: "I have seen King Jing Qiansui."

"Okay... how can you see you everywhere?" King Jing snorted coldly from his nose.

When Jiajing saw the two of them know each other, he was a little surprised: "Why, have you met?" Although his tone sounded normal, Wu Jie still felt a little alert.

As a ruler, he hates ministers making friends with princes the most.

As a modern man, Wu Jie had already figured out the character of Jiajing through historical records and quickly replied: "A few days ago, I attended a literary meeting and happened to meet King Jing Qiansui there. But I didn't know the identity of the prince at that time. I was really surprised to see the prince today."

"So that's it." Jiachai nodded, and then didn't care. He asked King Jing: "King Jing, what kind of good news are you here to report to the Union?"

When King Jing heard Jiajing's question, he remembered his purpose. He walked forward in three steps and took out a slightly old scripture from his sleeve and presented it to the emperor with both hands: "Father, my son and I bought a volume of the "Tao Te Ching" written by Zhang Sanfeng for a large sum of money when he was in Hubei. He dared not keep it in his hand."

"Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren's handwritten book." Jiajing was ecstatic on his face, and he rubbed his hands and took it over. He looked over with love and shouted "Okay" several times: "Your son, how did you get such a treasure?"

King Jing was willing to show off and replied: "When I came to Beijing from Hubei, I passed by Dongting Lake, I went to Yueyang Tower to play. I saw an old Taoist with a long hair and a childish face. When I saw it, I was not an ordinary person. I wanted to get to know him. As soon as I walked up and hadn't spoken, the Taoist put this scripture into the hand of his son. He smiled and said, "God blessed Jiajing", and then turned into a green light, flew across the lake like a snake, and could no longer see it.

"Ah, I guess that Taoist is Sanfeng's real person!" Jiajing was moved in horror.

Wu Jie was curious, stretched out his head, took a look, and then curled his lips.

This scripture looks colorful, but it has a faint smell of money, which is obviously used to be used. Most of the old books made by ancient people were soaked in water with money. This trick could only deceive the emperor who stayed in the emperor all day long and did not know the tricks of the world.

After obtaining this Taoist book, the emperor was very excited and started talking to King Jing.

It can be seen that King Jing is very good at pleasing the emperor. He is vulgar and can put down his airs and face. After a few words, he made Jiajing laugh and Lao Huai be happy.

If it were a kind and simple person like King Yu, those words would really not be able to be said.

Although Jiajing is the noble of the Nine Five, he is also a father after all, and seems to enjoy this kind of family happiness.

King Jing: "It is also due to the virtue of the father, so that the gods offer books. Why not call the immortals and sons of Hu to come and be Luo Tianda Ji?"

Jiajing laughed: "It's not busy, it's approaching the Spring Festival, everything is busy, but I don't have that much effort. Let's talk about the matters at hand after the joint work."

Obviously, King Jing also intends to maintain this casual attitude in front of his father. While talking to the emperor, he flips over the memorials and official documents on the table indifferently, and looks at Wu Jie with provocative eyes, meaning: "What is your Wu Jie? You are just a minister of the royal family. My King Jing's position in the emperor's mind is not something you can know."

Wu Jie was funny in his heart. It was not a child playing house. Why do you show off in front of me? I really thought that my civil servants of the Ming Dynasty were easy to mess with, so I said slowly: "Prince, these memorials and statements are all important military affairs. Relying on the system, the vassal kings cannot read them."

"What do you think of this?" King Jing turned around angrily and scolded sternly: "I'm talking to Long Live my family. What's the point of being a slave here? Why don't you get out of here!"

Wu Jie's face sank, but his tone was still calm: "Your Majesty is wrong. It doesn't matter if Wu Jie is just a small Wenyuan Pavilion chasing officer. If this scene is seen by the envoys today, it is not only the prince who impeached the censors, but I am afraid that even the Long Live Master will be written into the memorial."

When King Jing was stunned, he thought of this. He knew that his father was the censors in the inspectors. In addition, he was quiet by nature and hated others to make trouble for him the most. Wu Jie's words clearly mean that he didn't know what he was, and only knew how to cause trouble for the emperor.

Sweat slightly on his forehead: "You..."

Jiajing also frowned and smiled bitterly for a moment: "One is Lian's son and the other is Lian's close minister. For nothing, why bother with such trivial matters? In fact, these memorials are nothing important, they are just New Year's greetings by the governors of various provinces. It's okay to see if you look at the emperor. You didn't like studying back then, but now you are in Hubei. You should write some letters to Beijing to talk about your situation, so as not to worry about your mother."

King Jing's expression calmed down a little, and he said "Yes," and then continued to look through the note on the table in anger.

He came to the emperor today, and there were actually two things to do.

First, as my father said just now, the Spring Festival is coming soon, and Jiajing has too many government pragmatisms to deal with. It has been several days since we summoned Hu Dashun, Hu Yuanyu and his son. You have to serve the emperor every day to maintain the matter. Otherwise, if you don’t see each other for a while, you will become indifferent.

Since the deep talk at the royal palace that day, King Jing has formed an alliance with Hu Dashun. The two of them, one inside and one outside, want to show their strengths and make a difference in the capital.

But the emperor hadn't seen Hu Dashun for a long time, and the Hu family's father and son were also a little anxious and asked King Jing to come and present a book to see if the emperor could hold a conference.

It seems that the emperor was not very interested in this matter, which disappointed King Jing.

The second one came for Wu Lun, asking him about the news of the spring exam next year.

According to the Beijing news, the president of this exam is Xu Jie, the assistant of the cabinet. This old man is a hob. He looks harmless, but it is the most difficult to pass.

As for the other vice presidents and the candidates for the 18th Room examiners, they have never been released. Only by getting this list can we prescribe the right medicine and come up with a solution.

It is said that Yan Dang had the intention to cover all the examinees in this test, Yan Dang and King Jing were in an alliance. If that was true, things would be easy to deal with. Now that Xu Jie was out of the way, it would be a bit troublesome.

King Jing was also unsure. He heard that the cabinet had already set the list and submitted it to the imperial examination, so he decided to come over and take a look in person.

He decided to vigorously cultivate Wu Lun, no matter what method he used, as long as he could get a Jinshi.

Yes, the Jing Wang lineage needs a Jinshi who can stand firm and speak well in the Qilin.

Thinking of this, King Jing's thoughts suddenly returned to that night when Wu Lun knelt in front of Hu Dashun with a pounce. (To be continued)

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