In front of the Yuxi Palace.

The carriage Yan Song was riding on slowly stopped.

This was a two-person sedan chair. Yan Song sat on it. The back of the chair only reached his waist, and he had to curl up slightly. It looked uncomfortable, so that he was swaying all the way, feeling a little lifeless.

In fact, "allowing Jinyuan to ride on a chariot" is already a favor from the emperor. Normal cabinet members can only ride horses when entering and leaving Xiyuan, and they are not qualified to sit in sedan chairs at all.

Yan Shifan rode a horse and came to the carriage first, helping his father, who was in his seventies and with white hair and beard, to come down from time to time.

"Mr. Yan!"

Lu Ben and Xu Jie were also waiting early and came forward to say hello respectfully.

Yan Song nodded slightly, showed an old and kind smile, and called with a Jiangxi accent: "Ru Li! Zi Sheng!"

Ru Li is Lu Ben's cousin, Zisheng is Xu Jie's cousin, and the latter is not actually a member of the cabinet.

There are only two people in the current cabinet, Yan Song and Lu Ben.

Lu Ben and Yan Song almost came and went at the same time. Historically, he stayed in the cabinet for thirteen years and had no achievements or bad deeds. Later, when Yan Song fell, he lived at home and enjoyed his old age. He was a cabinet elder with a low sense of presence.

So when his father greeted him, Yan Shifan didn't even look at Lu Ben, just pretending he didn't exist. Instead, he glanced at Xu Jie, showing a hint of caution.

This person, who is less than fifty years old, is already a quasi-cabinet member. If everything goes well, he will be able to join the cabinet next year. Although he has always been cautious, rarely has political opinions, and has never stood out, but after joining the cabinet, will he be unable to carry out his duties?

It's hard to tell if there are any signs of separation from your father. You need to investigate carefully.

But the current Xu Jie is worth looking at. He turned his eyes and looked at Lu Fang, the eunuch in charge of the ceremony, who was carrying him from the other side, and the four eunuchs who followed him.

The cabinet at this time was Yan Song's one-spoken office, and the Chief of Ceremonies was Lu Fang's one-spoken office. The "Foreign Minister" and the "Internal Minister" could decide most matters in the court after meeting and chatting for a few words.

Of course, it sounds like the power is boundless, but both parties must carefully figure out the intentions of the monarch in the palace.

If you follow your heart, everyone will be happy, and when you exercise power, you can also seek your own personal gain.

If he goes against his will or makes a big mistake, resigning is a trivial matter. Xia Yan hasn't been dead for many years!

Once upon a time, Yan Shifan also thought about whether his father and son would not have to shoulder the responsibility so cautiously if the Jiajing government had been carried out by himself and issued the edicts himself. But then he thought about it, if that was the case, it would not be their father and son's turn to take over.

Therefore, when Jiajing personally issued an edict and convened an imperial meeting, Yan Shifan was panicked. He was afraid that this man who had changed the rules and made the Yan Party's ascendant power would collapse rapidly.

Under this sense of crisis, Yan Shifan tried his best to look at Lu Fang's face and the expressions of each of the ceremonial supervisors, hoping to find clues and respond in advance.

However, Lu Fang's face was calm and nothing could be seen. The expressions of Huang Jin, Chen Hong and others were a little strange, like shock, surprise, and hesitation, which made Yan Shifan even more panicked.

Yan Song didn't have the sharp eyes of his son. He narrowed his dim eyes, took two steps forward slowly, and greeted him first: "Eunuch Lu!"

Lu Fang hurriedly stepped forward, supported Yan Song, and put on a humble smile: "The elders in the pavilion have long-term respect, and the long-lived letter is the most important, how can I, an old slave, be worthy of it!"

A flash of light flashed in Yan Song's cloudy eyes: "You deserve it! You deserve it! It's hard to get through the hard times and we are in the same boat. It all depends on Eunuch Lu to support the inner court!"

The two of them seemed to have only exchanged a few polite words, but they made up their minds and entered the palace gate side by side with their respective subordinates.

The interior is arranged more like a house, with tables placed on the left and right, and a simple rosewood chair standing in the middle.

Behind the seat is a copper incense burner with three legs and a cover. The cover is hollowed out according to Bagua images, and cigarette smoke is constantly pouring out.

In the center of the north wall directly above the copper incense burner, there is a painting with a very plain white decoration, which is written in thin gold regular script: "I have three virtues: compassion, frugality, and not daring to be the first in the world."

This sentence comes from Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching". It is concise and to the point, but has far-reaching significance and is worth pondering and understanding.

In the past, every official who entered the house would see this line of writing at almost the first glance, and after tasting it, they would go to their respective positions.

But at this time, everyone's eyes fell on two figures.

There were actually two people waiting in the hall.

There was a man with a burly body, sharp edges, and a bold but not fierce face. He was none other than Jiajing's brother-in-law, Lu Bing, the commander of the Jinyi Guards.

This person serves as the head of the Jinyi Guards, the left governor of the rear military governor's office, and the prince's Taibao. While controlling the Jinyi Guards, he is also responsible for the defense of the capital.

So trustworthy and unique.

The other one is an old Taoist in feathers and stars. He has a long white beard and looks like a fairy. He has an inexplicable sense of tranquility all over his body. Gazing at this Taoist, it seems that the caves and valleys are roaring, the trees are strings, and the sky is boundless.

The mysterious music played was none other than Heavenly Master Tao Zhongwen.

Not only is he the leader of the Taoist sect, he is also the Minister of the Ministry of Rites. He is worshiped as the Young Master, the Young Master, and the Young Master. He is also the leader of the three orphans. He is also granted the title of Uncle Gongcheng. Even an ordinary pavilion elder does not receive such treatment as a highly respected minister.

When Yan Song, Lu Fang, Lu Bing, and Tao Zhongwen, the four most favored ministers in the court, gathered in the palace and covered all aspects of civil, military and religious affairs, the importance of this meeting can be imagined.

Everyone made eye contact, and became more and more afraid to speak. They could only move their footsteps lightly.

Lu Fang led Teng Xiang, Meng Chong, Huang Jin, and Chen Hong into a line and stood on the left side.

Yan Song led Lu Ben, Xu Jie and Yan Shifan to line up and stand on the right side.

Lu Bing and Tao Zhongwen were independent of the cabinet and the Supervisor of Ceremonies. Everyone fell silent facing the empty chair in the middle.

In the past, they would have bowed three times facing the seat, because that represented the Emperor of Heaven who would not show up.

It is no longer needed now.

Everyone held their breath and looked towards the passage on the east side of the hall.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Deep in the passage is Jinshen Jingshe. The door in the middle of the Jingshe is wide open, even when it snows in winter.

As we all know, the Long Live Master has cultivated to the point where he is not afraid of the cold and frost. He can wrap himself in thick winter clothes in summer and face the wind and snow in winter. When the footsteps sound at this time, it seems that he is coming on the wind, floating like an immortal.

In the passage with heavy gauze curtains, the voice of poetry recited:

"You plant green rice seedlings all over the field with your hands, and when you lower your head you can see the sky in the water."

Everyone knelt down quietly, not shouting "Long Live the Mountain" immediately, but listening silently.

A middle-aged man with a thin figure, a slender face, and fluttering sleeves appeared.

This is the eleventh monarch of the Ming Dynasty, who entered the palace at the age of fifteen and succeeded the emperor, Jiajing Emperor Zhu Houcong, who has held imperial power for thirty years.

He has a fair face, regular facial features, unusually long ears, and three long beards under his chin. He is outstanding both in appearance and temperament. At this time, he came to the hall and stroked the armrests of the red sandalwood chair with his slender fingers.

After reciting the second half of the poem, he said calmly: "No courtesy!"

The voice of Chi Chi caused everyone's eyes to flicker, and they frantically thought about the meaning behind it, and then they said in unison: "I pray that my emperor may live forever!" "My emperor is benevolent and benevolent to all people, blessed by heaven and earth!"

The first half of the sentence is unified, and the second half was added by someone.

After Jiajing sat down, he looked at the little pavilion elder who was least qualified to be here: "Yan Shifan, what do you mean by this?"

Yan Shifan was actually extremely nervous, but his tone was very calm, revealing a sense of sincerity from the heart: "Since ancient times, heaven and man have interacted with each other, and yin and yang have harmonized. Your Majesty has cultivated his nature, corrected his body and mind, and used merit as his body and golden elixir as his function.

, I will be able to enjoy immortal blessings forever, and live as long as the heavens. Our country, the country of the Ming Dynasty, should be free from external aggression and internal disturbance, and prosper forever. I think of this, my heart is surging, and I feel it!"

Jiajing looked at Yan Song: "Weizhong, you have taught a son who can talk."

Wei Zhong was Yan Song's cousin, and the emperor used his name to address him, which showed Long's kindness. However, whether Jiajing's words were a compliment or a sarcasm, no one could tell. The atmosphere in the palace was once again condensed, and only Yan Song was ready to bow down.

Jiajing waved his hand: "Don't be too polite. I have called you here today because there is indeed a major event related to the country and the country. Our Ming Dynasty's Shinto has finally revived!"

The ministers who knew the situation were already shocked and didn't know how to answer for a while. The ministers who didn't know the situation were startled and didn't know how to respond.

Jiajing looked at Lu Bing: "Wenfu, Jin Yiwei has made outstanding achievements this time, tell them!"

Wenfu is Lu Bing's cousin. The emperor's most trusted brother-in-law stepped forward and said loudly: "I accept the decree..."

Next, the leader of the Jin Yiwei told the events in Hangzhou in a concise and concise manner, but did not miss any details.

As a familiar name appeared repeatedly, the officials could not help but express surprise and admiration.

The Taoist doctor Li Shizhen discovered strange things, cured the land, and got rid of evil spirits, and even received great news from the Dragon King in his dream.

In comparison, the loss and recovery of the anti-Japanese commander seems to be a trivial matter...

In today's world, there are Taoist practices, magic spells, and demons and ghosts running rampant. These are all undeniable and have been seen with one's own eyes.

But where are the immortal immortals? Whether the so-called gods and Buddhas really disappeared or whether they did not exist in the first place have become doubts in the minds of many people.

Until now.

The land appears! The Dragon King entrusts a dream!

Although it is just the beginning, as Jiajing characterized this matter, this is a sign of the revival of Shinto, which is incomparable to any auspiciousness!

"This Li Shizhen is a strange person! Oh, the Heavenly Master is in trouble!"

Yan Shifan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but glance at Tao Zhongwen.

This matter has little to do with the cabinet. At most, Your Majesty will make elixirs in the future and have to trouble his father to try more medicines;

It doesn’t have much to do with the Supervisor of Ceremonies. At most, if those personal servants want to please their master, they need to learn more about immortals;

The relationship with Jinyiwei is not close either, but this time the Thirteen Taibao have made great achievements, and Lu Bing's position is more stable.

Only Tao Zhongwen, the leader of the Taoist sect and the number one practitioner today, knew nothing about this matter. On the contrary, he was not as famous as Tao Zhongwen, who had been famous before, could change the head of the countess, and now he could even cure the immortal.

Li Shizhen's prestige will naturally be a huge blow, and she may even lose His Majesty's trust...

However, at the next moment, Jiajing's voice of approval rang out: "Master Tao prayed for blessings and warded off disasters. Seven days ago, the house was filled with strange fragrance and auspicious clouds descended from the sky. What I see now has indeed come true!"

Tao Zhongwen bowed his head and saluted, and a warm and pleasant voice sounded: "The success of this practice and the revival of the divine way are all due to your majesty's diligent practice. God is aware that poor Taoists will never dare to covet God's merits!"

Jiajing finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Everyone deserves credit! Everyone deserves credit!"

"Absolutely awesome!"
To be continued...