Chapter 26 Teaching, training, and discussions among officials!
"What happened to the Imperial Master?"
Jiajing stepped forward and looked at the girl whose hair had only grown to his heart level, and asked in confusion.
"Inhale." Qingfeng took a breath, lowered his head, took a sip, bowed slightly, and whispered: "Your Majesty, Qingfeng misunderstood the heaven's plan and disturbed your majesty's sweet dream..."
The oval face, which had been frozen to a rosy white, quickly became red as an apple.
Well, she now wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and at the same time she began to pray in her heart.
"Xuanyuan Taiyi, the Three Pure Ones. Please listen to me, I speak from the bottom of my heart. I am guilty of lying and complaining, a sin..."
It was so embarrassing, especially when I thought about what I had said to that eunuch Huang with such confidence... Oh! Too frivolous!
"What secret did you miss? Tell me."
Seeing her lowering her head like a quail, Jiajing leaned over slightly and looked at her.
"I!" Qingfeng raised his head and opened his mouth, but after seeing Jiajingwei's face and his inquiring and majestic gaze, he could only turn his head away in shame and whispered, "Today..."
"Hmph!" It sounded like someone's crotch was torn. It turned out that Lu Fang laughed out loud, and finally Jiajing was also amused.
"Yeah." Looking at Qingfeng who lowered her head with an ashamed look on her face, Jiajing raised his big hand and pressed it lightly on her head.
"Hmm?" Feeling his little head being covered by a warm big hand, Qingfeng couldn't help but raise his head and blinked his bright big eyes, not understanding what His Majesty meant.
Jiajing smiled, patted her head three times and turned around, "Serve this girl a bowl of soup." While speaking, he had already stepped onto the platform, walked into the temple and sat down.
"Master, come, drink some ginseng soup to warm your body and get rid of the cold." Lu Fang handed a bowl of hot ginseng soup to Qingfeng.
"Thank you, Eunuch Lu." Qingfeng took it with both hands, holding the medicine bowl and bowed slightly to express his gratitude.
Lu Fang brought another stool from the side.
After looking at Jiajing above, Qingfeng blinked his big eyes and took a sip of ginseng soup.
The hot air rose in front of her, covering her long eyelashes with a layer of mist.
The warmth flowed into her stomach, making her exhale subconsciously. The soup tasted strange, but inexplicably delicious.
"Do you feel that you have done something wrong?" Jiajing asked.
"Yes," Qingfeng nodded seriously, "Qingfeng shouldn't be so self-righteous as to guess the emperor's intentions. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me..."
"Haha," Jiajing chuckled, waved his robe, changed his sitting position, and said, "The mountain is different from the mountain. You are naturally intelligent, sensitive to everything, and have long understood the way to survive..."
"But some things can only be understood after experiencing them." Jiajing said, pointing to his head, "Just having a pair of wise eyes and a smart head is far from enough."
“Before, you were observing the world from the mountain. Now, you are observing the world from the world, relying on personal experience.”
Hearing Jiajing say this, Qingfeng put aside the embarrassment in his heart, blinked his bright eyes, and listened carefully.
"You have been a genius since you were young. You have your master and brothers protecting you in the mountains. This is your first time coming down the mountain, and you have Yan Song protecting you as well."
"When you came to my side, you used your extraordinaryness to win yourself a title at a young age that is not easy for people in the Taoist sect to obtain even after a lifetime of practice. Your status is as noble as that of a Taoist leader."
"The sixteen-year-old Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty," Jiajing pointed at Qingfeng and smiled at Lu Fang, "Looking through the history books, how many people can compare to him?"
Lu Fang bowed slightly and looked at the stunned Qingfeng with a smile.
"Gan Luo was appointed prime minister at the age of twelve. You are the second person in history to do this besides Gan Luo. All these have made you lose yourself..."
"And you didn't notice it at all!"
"A pair of wise eyes, but can't see anything!"
"Boom!" The last sentence was like the sound of a huge bell, which shocked Qingfeng.
Looking at the girl who seemed to have realized something, Lu Fang showed approval.
Your Majesty obviously does not intend to use this good knife that can cut clear water and then throw it away after using it once.
"The Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty..." Lu Fang murmured to himself.
Jiajing looked at Qingfeng, who was frowning and seemed to have understood something. He waved his sleeves, supported his knees, leaned forward slightly, and said solemnly, "But I'm wondering, how to tell the difference?"
"Are you thinking that the things I said are really illusory, but they seem to have traces to follow?"
“The truth seems to be right before my eyes, but I just can’t grasp it?”
Hearing Jiajing's words, Qingfeng raised his head and nodded seriously.
Seeing her confused look, Jiajing said solemnly:
"Remember, any tangible thing in this world has a traceable path, but the human heart must be felt with the heart. These things are things you can neither learn nor see in the mountains."
“Feel it with your heart…” Qingfeng murmured to himself.
"Today I will teach you the first lesson," Jiajing said with a smile, "For example, the secret you told Huang Jin today."
Hearing that His Majesty the Emperor was going to give a lecture, Qingfeng's face tensed up, and he subconsciously sat up straight, looking like he was listening carefully. "Although your guess was wrong, remember that you must never admit it in front of others."
"Otherwise, it will damage your dignity as the Imperial Master... You are the Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty, and you represent the Ming Dynasty..."
The cold wind was howling outside the hall, but the sound of lectures continued inside the hall.
Jiajing was training his own simple little imperial teacher. Time flew quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a night had passed and it was already dawn.
In the study room in the side hall, the girl was lying on the table, breathing evenly. She had a pen in her hand, drawing a long line on the white rice paper.
"Master, it's hard for this little guy." Lu Fang and Jiajing stood beside the table, and Ya said with a low laugh.
The snow stopped, and the warm sun shone through the window. Dust rolled in the rays of light.
Jiajing, dressed in a white Taoist robe, leaned over and looked at the girl.
Watching her smacking her lips from time to time while she was sleeping, I found it interesting. I stretched out my finger to poke her little nose, and then fiddled with her little lips, but she almost bit me when she smacked her lips.
"Heh!" Jiajing chuckled and turned around. At the same time, he waved to Lu Fang to indicate not to disturb her, and turned and left.
The Imperial Master entered Yuxi Palace in the middle of the night and never came out again.
A piece of news leaked out from Yuxi Palace and quickly flew into the ears of Qingliu and Yan Dang as if it had wings.
Imperial Palace. Outside Wenhua Hall.
At the Donghua Gate leading to the east, on the aisle between the palace walls, members of the cabinet and a group of ministers were walking out one after another.
Normally, such as during grand court sessions, officials would enter and exit through the Meridian Gate, but Jiajing did not attend court for decades.
Cabinet meetings are usually held in the Wenhua Hall.
Therefore, everyone enters and exits through the Donghua Gate, which is simpler and faster.
The people walking in front at Donghua Gate were naturally Yan Song, who was carried in a sedan chair carried by eight people, and Yan Shifan and others who accompanied him.
Behind the Yan Party were a group of upright figures including Xu Jie, Gao Gong and Zhang Juzheng.
Behind the two groups of people were some officials from the six ministries.
Changing from rice to mulberry is a national policy and also a source of sustainable fiscal revenue, so the cabinet naturally wants some people from the six ministries to participate in the discussion.
But at this time, everyone was discussing more about another matter.
The sixteen-year-old girl imperial teacher entered Yuxi Palace last night and did not come out all night.
"Dad!" Yan Shifan looked excited, and quickly followed the sedan chair, lowering his excited voice, "Qingfeng girl is done!"
In the sedan chair, Yan Song sat with his eyes closed, not uttering a word.
"I didn't expect that girl, who is as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, could have such ability. It's really shocking. Could it be that His Majesty has changed his taste? If I had known that His Majesty liked this kind of little rabbit, I would have arranged it earlier..."
"Don't worry, Dad. The personal Taoist children arranged for Qingfeng are all ready. Yes, they are all girls!"
"Qingfeng has gained the emperor's favor, and the status of my Yan family has been further consolidated!"
The other members of Yan's party who followed behind Yan Shifan also puffed out their chests and walked with their heads held high.
What a contempt for the Qingliu!
Now, who doesn't know that the new imperial teacher is a close confidant of Lord Yan? Is she raised by Lord Yan as his own granddaughter?
Now that the Imperial Master has entered Yuxi Palace and is serving as a personal attendant, what does this mean? It means that Lord Yan is still favored by the Emperor!
Previously, the Qing Dynasty had circulated the news that the Yan Party's national policy of replacing rice with mulberry was interrupted by Your Majesty. The deficit was huge, and Your Majesty wanted to take action against the Yan Party, which made the Yan Party terrified for several days.
As a result, good news has now come out.
God will never leave us without a way out, the Emperor is very strict!
Different from Yan Shifan's excitement, the Qingliu party were all gritting their teeth and cursing under their breath.
"It is indeed a witch!" Gao Gong said angrily, "I will definitely report Yan Song and the witch!"
"Su Qing, be careful with your words!" Zhang Juzheng said in a low voice.
He has already seen that there may be a lot of complicated and confusing information behind this matter, and he dare not speak out anymore.
"Lord Xu, are you going to Prince Yu's Mansion?" Zhang Juzheng looked at the backbone and asked.
"I am not feeling well today, so I won't go. Please give my regards to Prince Yu for me." Xu Jie shook his head slightly to refuse.
"Lord Xu..." Zhang Juzheng wanted to say something, but Xu Jie had already leaned over and entered the sedan chair.
At this time, a group of upright people gathered around Zhang Juzheng, Gao Gong and others.
Zhang Juzheng looked at the sedan chair going away and felt a deep sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if he was being held by a giant hand.
A pair of cold and deep eyes were looking at everyone.
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