A soft call seemed to come from the horizon. Jiajing slowly opened his eyes, wrapped himself in a quilt, and groaned.
Feng Bao looked at the emperor curled up into a ball. His once respectful attitude was gone. He added his favorite fragrance and took a sip intoxicatedly.
The godfather, Lu Fang, was old and his hands and feet were slow. After all, he could no longer serve him, so he took over.
Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, and Jiajing is notoriously moody. This job was not easy to handle, but it turned out not to be as difficult as imagined.
Because this majesty, who was once full of energy and fought endlessly with his monarchs and ministers, has finally grown old, and even looks much older than his current age.
In the early years, the Jiajing Immortal had a strong character and was not afraid of the cold and heat. Now his true colors have been revealed, and the awe of the chamberlain has gradually faded. Although he dare not disobey in person, he is fooling more and more behind the scenes.
After all, the only one who was truly loyal in the palace was Lu Fang. The others had long been fed up with his temper and wished he would die immediately.
Feng Bao originally wanted to hook up with the emperor's grandson, but was overtaken by Yang Jinshui. He was worried about his future after the change of dynasties, but he also had the same attitude towards this cold and cold master.
Jiajing curled up on the Tai Chi Bagua bed, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He looked at the busy Feng Bao with his dim eyes, and found that he was quite competent. He said, "Feng Bao, tell the emperor's grandson that you don't have to go to the palace to pay your respects in the near future.
Supervise the country well!"
Jiajing had already given this order more than an hour ago, and Feng Bao put on a perfunctory smile: "I obey the order! Master is so merciful!"
Jiajing showed a wrinkled smile, and subconsciously touched the quilt with his hand, and when he touched an edict, a complicated look appeared in his eyes.
"The great grandson Yijun has a kind nature, benevolence and uprightness. He should ascend to a high position and be diligent in civil affairs. The civil and military ministers in the court will work together to assist the people to benefit the people..."
This is the secret edict he drafted to pass the throne to the emperor's grandson.
At first, there were many temptations to establish the young prince as the grandson of the emperor. However, most of the courtiers, including Hu Zongxian, opposed it, which in turn inspired Jiajing's rebellious mentality.
The reason for the ministers was very simple. King Yu did not make any mistakes. When King Jing died of illness on the way to the vassal, he should have been in the East Palace and there was no reason to pass it on to his grandson but not his son.
What's more, although the young prince is smart and wise, young and mature, and all the great scholars who teach him praise him, he is too young. He left his son who is nearly thirty years old and established a grandson who is less than ten years old. This is not intentionally to increase the instability of the throne.
, the turmoil of social turmoil?
But from Jiajing's point of view, those ministers thought that he was old and could please King Yu, but he wanted them to know who still had the final say in the Ming Dynasty.
Another round of the game between king and minister began. For three years, Jiajing exhausted all his efforts and achieved the final victory.
The key is that King Yu failed to live up to expectations, worried about gains and losses, and could not bear the pressure. After getting seriously ill, he began to give up on himself, which greatly disappointed Gao Gong, who was the most steadfast supporter.
The emperor's grandson was granted the imperial title. Although the edict had not yet been officially handed down, all the ministers knew that there must be a posthumous edict from His Majesty for this grandson to inherit the throne. Jiajing once again allowed his will to be implemented in the court.
But now, it feels so empty.
After fighting all your life, what have you gained?
"Crack!"
An old tear slipped from my eyes at some point and landed on the back of my hand.
Feng Bao glanced sideways and turned a blind eye to His Majesty who was crying. Anyway, His Majesty soon didn't even remember that he had cried.
But this time, it won't happen.
Because Jiajing was crying silently, there were sudden hurried footsteps outside. When the news reached Feng Bao's ears, he was stunned, but he did not dare not to report: "Master, Hai Rui is back!"
Jiajing was stunned: "Hai Rui..."
Feng Bao thought this person couldn't remember and wanted to remind him, but he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.
You can't say that he is the one who appeared on "Public Security" and scolded you until you were bloody...
But obviously, Jiajing didn't need to be reminded at all. He lifted up the quilt, jumped out of bed, leaned his upper body forward, pulled back his sleeves, and stared straight ahead: "Finally! I finally waited for him to come back!"
Feng Bao shivered all over.
Wearing single clothes, this person is still not afraid of the cold in the winter...
Long live the master who used to be dictatorial and controlled everything in the past, Gan Gang, is back again?
"Hurry! Hurry Xuan Hairui!"
"No, I will personally go out of the city to meet him!"
Jiajing walked around the Tai Chi and Bagua bed a few times before making up his mind.
Although coming to greet him in person would inevitably damage the emperor's face, he couldn't wait any longer.
This last hope must be grasped!
"Let's drive!"
When Jiajing's imperial chariot set off from the Forbidden City, the previous dynasty was immediately alarmed.
In the cabinet, Lu Ben and Li Chunfang immediately set off to seek help from the emperor's grandson and Hu Zongxian, and they must not create unnecessary complications.
The two men were discussing with the officials of the Six Ministries and Nine Ministers the offensive against the Mongolian Ada Khan.
After these years of hard work, the administrative and military strength has been completely renewed. Now the friction between the nine sides is no longer the repeated provocations of the Mongol Tatars, but the repeated attacks by the Ming Dynasty's border troops.
Of course, large-scale fighting has not yet broken out. The current name is to wipe out the White Lotus Sect outside the Great Wall. Anda Khan directly abandoned the White Lotus Sect and apologized repeatedly, but it still failed to ease the situation.
The blood debt and shame caused by the Gengxu Incident more than ten years ago cannot be wiped off by pretending to give in when the situation turns bad.
However, the Ming Dynasty was so tough. In addition to a victory report from the military generals headed by Yu Dayou, Qi Jiguang, and Tan Lun, there was also the full support of the chief minister Hu Zongxian and the grandson of the emperor who oversaw the country.
At this time, the emperor's grandson was under ten years old, but he was like a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, with calm eyes and a calm demeanor, listening to the reports of the officials.
Any prince who supervises the country at a young age has always had a qualification, and has very little real experience in governing the country. After all, at such an ignorant age, how much do you know about national affairs?
But this one was so obviously different that the ministers did not dare to slack off at all, and even worked harder to perform in order to leave a good impression on the new king.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In this atmosphere, news from the palace came. After listening to it, the emperor's face suddenly became solemn.
Hu Zongxian received the news at the same time, and his expression changed: "Your Majesty is not in good health, how can you leave the palace without permission for a minister who is traveling far away?"
Compared with going to war against Anda Khan, filial piety is still the top priority, not to mention that Jiajing is still the nominal emperor. The emperor's grandson immediately set off towards the palace gate.
The officials also wanted to follow, but were dissuaded. Hu Zongxian nodded secretly, feeling quite pleased.
His Majesty is extremely sensitive, and it is inevitable that he and his ministers will force him into the palace. It is indeed a blessing for the Ming Dynasty that the emperor's grandson behaves appropriately...
But no matter how much he cared about Jiajing's feelings, when the emperor's grandson arrived and saw Jiajing's expression, he knew he couldn't be persuaded.
Not only were her cloudy eyes shining, but her whole body was shining brightly. She was wearing a thin layer of single clothes, but there was no hint of chill in the cold winter, and her face was still steaming. That extremely excited look made the Emperor Tai.
The first thought in Sun's mind was to have a flashback.
"My dear grandson, you came just in time to welcome Hai Rui back with me. After obtaining the true scripture, I will become an immortal and you will all benefit from it!"
"When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, hahaha!"
Jiajing stretched out his withered palms and tried his best to move, then returned to the posture with five hearts facing the sky, meditating silently, but soon he couldn't hold himself back anymore and urged: "Hurry! Faster!"
The emperor's grandson couldn't bear it anymore: "Grandpa Huang, it's better to wear more clothes for the next nine cold days..."
"I have been practicing mystical science all my life, and I have already become immune to the cold and heat. I only have one last hurdle left to attain the Tao and become an immortal. I will live as long as heaven and live forever with the world. How can a mortal like you understand?"
Jiajing laughed and just urged.
This last sentence made the Emperor Taisun stunned. Certain fragments flashed through his mind, and his expression became slightly dazed.
The imperial chariot arrived at the Meridian Gate. Under the howling cold wind, it finally stopped heading outside the Forbidden City and instead climbed to the high platform to look far into the distance.
The New Year is approaching, and even if the weather gets colder, there will be no shortage of pedestrians on the streets. They are all striving for a good year. Compared with the embarrassment of "the New Year is sad, this year is the saddest, and I just muddle along", now the capital no longer has the embarrassment
The dispute over salary arrears and the lively scene attracted the emperor's grandson's attention, and he nodded secretly.
Jiajing, on the other hand, turned a blind eye to the people and just tried his best to open his eyes wide and look at the royal road in the distance.
"I'm coming!"
Finally, a group of dusty people, escorted by royal guards, came towards the Forbidden City.
"That's Hai Rui?"
The emperor's grandson also looked over, and with piercing eyes he saw a tall and thin man, riding on a divine yellow horse, followed by a group of outstanding disciples, walking towards here.
However, no horses were seen carrying a large number of scriptures, only Hai Rui was carrying a small package.
In any case, the long-awaited person finally returned, and the emperor's grandson was also happy. He turned around and was about to congratulate, but his expression suddenly changed: "Grandpa Huang!"
The flush on Jiajing's face suddenly faded away, leaving only a pale body, and his body slowly fell down: "Why... now..."
"His Majesty!!"
There was a cry of surprise in front of the Forbidden City.
Above the clouds, looking down calmly.
Sanzang frowned slightly: "This foolish king died at the end of his life."
The face of despair and unwillingness below does not seem to be considered the end of life, but according to the judgment of the underworld, it is really like this.
Although today's Ming Dynasty has obviously changed from the direction of the Ming Dynasty in history, the time of Jiajing's death is exactly the same as the year, month and day of his death in history.
December 14th, the forty-fifth year of Jiajing reign.
The time in the book of life and death has come, and the evil spirits have seduced the soul, and he has passed away.
This is what Tripitaka is puzzled about: "The poor monk can feel the ancestor's disgust for this king, why do you still let him live to this day?"
Li Yan's eyes were calm, but his gaze seemed to penetrate this world and look towards the distant world: "I have experienced many lives, and the emperors were often unkind, selfish, selfish, and kind and loving to the people. There were only a few people who could be regarded as my best friend.
It’s a blessing…”
"According to your opinion, those foolish kings should have killed them on the spot, willing to grudge and eliminate harm for the people."
"But I've never done that."
"Just because of my power, I can easily overthrow an old rule, but I cannot reshape a new rule. On the contrary, due to my own selfishness, it will lead to chaos in the world and people's livelihood..."
Sanzang was silent.
This is the way of heaven and humanity.
The gods and Buddhas of heaven are the emperors of humanity.
Gods, Buddhas and emperors may have various problems, but killing them by force is not the solution to the problem.
And Li Yan said again: "Look!"
Just when Jiajing collapsed at the last moment when he saw Hai Rui, in a corner not far away, Yan Shifan stared silently with a dull expression.
He followed Hai Rui all the way back to the Ming Dynasty, intending to make a final settlement with Jiajing, but he watched Jiajing die himself, and was suddenly at a loss.
His evil thoughts were forcibly wiped away by the tight band, and he finally left slowly, his back like a walking corpse.
Li Yan said: "Is this the peaceful bliss?"
Sanzang was silent.
Not to mention that the gambling fight above was still going on, the two beings who decided the continuation of the Three Realms had left in the air, and the imperial city below was already in a state of panic.
The emperor's grandson took off his robe and hugged Jiajing tightly to keep him warm. The servants around him called the imperial doctor and informed the ministers.
"Cold... so cold..."
"The True Sutra...the Sutra of Cultivation..."
"Why can't you... let me take a look... even once..."
Jiajing burst into tears, stretched out his hand and tried to grab it toward the sky, but his whole life was already flashing through his mind.
In the second year of Zhengde, he was born in Prince Xing's Mansion in Anlu, Huguang. His father was the fourth son of Ming Xianzong, and he was his father's second son.
As a child, he was extremely intelligent and had almost a photographic memory. When he was a little older, he studied ancient books under the guidance of his father, mastered the "Book of Filial Piety" and "Great Learning", and cultivated his family and governance. His father also asked him to participate in the royal palace's sacrifices and events.
ceremony, so I became familiar with various etiquette and norms.
Then unfortunate things happened. His father died young and his eldest brother also died of illness. At the age of only twelve, he became King Xing and took over the palace. Although he was assisted by ministers, he also accumulated extraordinary experience.
Two years later, Zhengde died and he had no son to succeed him. According to the ancestral motto of "brothers end before brothers", he, then fourteen years old, inherited the throne and took the reign name Jiajing.
His experience in the palace laid the foundation for his subsequent accession to the throne and the great etiquette dispute. He took power early and took measures such as reforming old malpractices and revitalizing the discipline. He won the support of the government and the public and corrected the fatigue of the Zhengde period.
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How wonderful it would be if it had always been like that...
It's a pity that he didn't persist in the end, and instead indulged in the extravagant hope of becoming an immortal and the control of power.
Become an immortal?
The gathering of three flowers at the top is an illusion, and the clouds flying under your feet are not real either...
Mingjun?
Jiajing Jiajing said that every household is clean, and the world has not been straight for a long time, Your Majesty!
Records in historical books...
The memory of the human heart...
"Ah!"
An unbearable colic hit him, and Jiajing seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end he could only turn into a bitter smile and slowly lowered his hand.
December 14, the forty-fifth year of Jiajing reign in the Ming Dynasty.
The wisest emperor in the history of the Ming Dynasty, Jiajing Emperor Zhu Houcong, who also neglected politics and worshiped Taoism and almost dragged the Ming Dynasty into the abyss of eternal destruction, died at the Meridian Gate.
Thanks to the book friends "Xinghai Zhutian" for the ten thousand rewards, and thanks to the book friends "Yulong Soaring into the Sky" and "Roger Otalifus" for the rewards.