General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 47 Yan Song: I'm used to being dirty

Jiajing slowly raised his head, looking at the white snow floating above the capital.

I couldn't help but be overjoyed in my heart, looking at Xu Jie who was kneeling in the crowd and said with a smile.

"Old Xu Ge, since you are joking, the mansion...?"

Xu Jie's heart trembled, and a few drops of sweat hung on his forehead.

"Father Jun made fun of the old minister, but it was just a moment of anger, so it doesn't count."

Jiajing smiled even brighter.

After all the jokes between the monarch and his ministers, although there was no official document, Ning Jue's mansion was actually "legalized".

In the snow, the monarchs and ministers laughed, and the officials and the people shouted long live.

The truth of the standard is revealed, the meritorious deeds are rewarded, the monarch and the people are happy together, and the happy ending is a happy ending in harmony between heaven and man.

It's just that no one has ever asked Ning Jue how he felt after being treated like a pawn for several days.

As the snow was getting heavier, Jiajing looked up at the sky, and then said loudly

"I, the emperor and ministers of the Ming Dynasty are one body, and the hearts of the people are full of fists. God blesses my achievements in the revival of the Ming Dynasty. The people who are present today will each give ten catties of noodles and five catties of meat."

"Take it as my invitation to all the folks to eat dumplings."

Hearing the word "dumpling", the people around watching the excitement couldn't hold back, their mouths almost split to the root of their ears.

It's only 5000 people, that is, three or four hundred stone noodles, one or two hundred stone meat, and the market price is not even 1000 taels of silver.

Jiajing can still get this little money, and it can be regarded as the emperor sending lucky money to the people.

The common people never thought that this trip would not be in vain. It was the first time in their life that they got something from the official family, and all of them were smiling.

"Zhang Zuo, take someone to distribute the money, and get it from the treasury. I will distribute it to the villagers and neighbors before dark, so as not to let the people freeze."

Zhang Zuo nodded slightly.

"The minister leads the order."

It wasn't until this time that the common people realized that there were already a lot of Ti Weis around who were arranging for "noodles" and "meat".

Jiajing, immersed in the praises of the people, started driving slowly and returned to the ban.

The common people and hundreds of officials praised "Heavenly Ways and Virtue", "Haiyu Xianning" and "Holy Blessing and All Blessings".

Zhang Zuo flicked his fly whisk, brought Dongchang Tiwei forward with a smile, and pointed out a few people casually.

"There are too many people, folks, don't worry, the person our family pointed out, come with us to get the noodles first."

Soon, not only Zhang Zuo was looking for people, but even the Tiwei behind him came out to look for people.

Those in the crowd quickly sensed that something was wrong.

"Elder-in-law, I won't take it anymore, the fire in my house is still on..."

The man tried to escape, but before he could take a few steps, he was captured on the spot by Ti Wei, who surrounded Chengtianmen.

Zhang Zuo's face was already a bit sinister, but the smile on his face became more ferocious when he heard this.

"This is your father's grace. In order to obey the order, even if the house burns down, the palace will build a new one for you. You should go with our family."

Without waiting for the person to say more, two Tiwei stepped forward and directly held the person up.

Soon, the people outside the palace gate were divided into two groups.

One wave received rice noodles outside Chengtianmen, and the other wave was forcibly taken away by Zhang Zuo.

No one knew where they were taken, and even when they were taken away, the people discovered that no one knew them at all.

"No, father-in-law, it's almost the twelfth lunar month, you can't arrest people in the twelfth lunar month!"

"This is not the way to Neiku, this is the way to Dongchang, we have to go home!"

"..."

The "common people" who were taken away by Zhang Zuo couldn't help shouting immediately.

Zhang Zuo couldn't help shaking his head.

"How do you know the road in this palace?"

"Besides, when did our family say they were going to arrest you? You are so afraid, do you have a ghost in your heart? Go to the palace and get the meat."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Zuo glanced casually at Xu Jie who was kneeling on the ground and refused to get up for a long time, and then strode towards the palace.

Yan Shifan couldn't help but cursed

"Don't arrest people in the twelfth lunar month? I even killed people in the first month of the month! You all obediently listen to Eunuch Zhang's orders, and get out quickly."

"Qing'er."

Seeing his son's ecstasy, Yan Song couldn't help but heaved a long sigh. Yan Shifan is certainly smart, but if you insist on dividing, Yan Shifan is actually just a science student who specializes in mathematics.

Yan Shifan knows exactly how much money can be made from the accounts of the Ministry of Industry and the construction of the project, but it is also unavoidable to avoid the common problem of arrogance. Generally the same, I always feel that I know more or less.

However, Yan's family only had such a single seedling. Fortunately, although Yan Shifan at this meeting was a little bit more aggressive, he was still obedient.

Yan Shifan lost his temper after being reprimanded by Yan Song, and followed Yan Song resentfully.

"Eunuch Zhang will come to my house for tea some other day."

Yan Song sighed helplessly, and got up from the ground with the help of his servants.

Then he looked playfully at Xu Jie who knelt on the ground and refused to get up for a long time.

"Zisheng, Ruixue has fallen, and the burden on your Ministry of Rituals should be lightened. I will wish you an early New Year here first."

Xu Jie's back was already wet with cold sweat.

The servant put a big cloak on Yan Song, and the little fireman who had been standing by earlier also hurried forward, trying to wipe off the snowflakes on Yan Song's body, but Yan Song waved his hand at the little fireman.

"There's no need to dust the old man. The old man is used to being dirty. Go and dust Zisheng. Zisheng likes to be clean."

Yan Song's words pierced Xu Jie's heart impartially.

"Qing'er, let's go home."

Yan Song left without knowing the meaning of Yan Song's words, but just looked down at Xu Jie whose old face had turned eggplant-colored.

"Xu Butang...?"

At this meeting, Xu Jie didn't have the heart to listen to Yan Song's yin and yang.

After the people outside the Chengtian Gate dispersed, Xu Jie was helped into the carriage by his own followers.

On the other side, on the Yan family's carriage.

Yan Shifan beat the carriage angrily.

"Father, why did you let that Xu Zisheng sit on the throne? I think His Majesty is right, Xu Jie is a villain, why keep him!"

"You haven't figured out who Xu Jie is, have you?"

Yan Song leaned on the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

"Is it because I didn't understand who Xu Jie is?"

"Don't hold a group inside, and desire outside, do you really think that you are the only one who sees it?"

Yan Shifan snorted coldly.

"Then you still..."

Before Yan Shifan could finish speaking, Yan Song directly interrupted Yan Shifan's words.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Your father beheaded Xia Yan, and your father and I became Xia Yan. Today's Xu Jie is the former Yan Song. Don't you understand this truth?"

"Xia Yan deserves to die, but why did it take so many years for Xia Yan to die? It is because Junfu has not found another Yan Song for a long time, so Xia Yan must still be Xia Yan. Junfu found a new Yan Song, and Xia Yan also You can die."

"If you want to kill Xu Jie, do you want to force Junfu to find the next Yan Song?"

"Tao gives birth to one, life gives birth to two, and the two qi interact with each other to transform all things. Do you really understand this truth?"

Yan Shifan stopped talking, but Yan Song was worried about the situation of his precious son in a hundred years.

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