I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 1 Snow
On the 39th of the twelfth lunar month in the 29th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, the Meridian Gate of the Forbidden City.

"Who told you to say those things to the emperor?"

Feng Bao, the admiral and eunuch of the East Factory, leaned over, looked at Zhou Yunyi, who was lying on the ground, and asked softly.

Hearing Feng Bao's question, Zhou Yunyi forcefully opened his eyes. At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his face was bruised and swollen, and the official uniform he was wearing was already tattered due to the torture, and the white shirt full of patches could still be seen from the damage. .

Zhou Yunyi squinted at Feng Bao, endured the pain from all parts of his body, managed to tidy up his appearance, and said in a loud voice: "The imperial court is spending too much, the government is rampant, the people are living in poverty, and the sky is angry and the people are complaining! As the Qintian Supervisor Exactly, as an official of the Ming Dynasty, it is necessary to point out these, minister, I will die!"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yunyi turned his head away and didn't say another word.

Feng Bao stood in the same place after hearing this, and shook his head imperceptibly. There was no expression on his face. After a long time, he sighed, and said to the eunuch beside him, "Tingzhang."

After finishing speaking, Feng Bao paced and left without looking back. Behind him, the eunuchs who had previously lined up in two rows raised the wooden sticks in their hands high and then dropped them heavily.

In the huge Meridian Gate of the Forbidden City, except for the dull sound of wooden sticks hitting flesh and blood, no sound can be heard.

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At night, in the West Garden of the Forbidden City, Emperor Jiajing, wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe, is sitting on a futon with his eyes closed. A few Taoist scriptures are scattered on the small table beside him. Incense burners are placed around the room. The mist is lingering, and the refreshing fragrance surrounds the whole room, which lasts for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Jiajing, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, slowly opened them, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that I would actually time travel, and become Emperor Jiajing."

Ji Shi touched his chin, feeling the endless vitality surging in his body, as if he was recalling everything that happened before.

Ji Shi himself is a medical student. He accidentally died suddenly because he stayed up late at night to watch dramas. After waking up, he transmigrated into the body of Emperor Jiajing.

The original Emperor Jiajing had already become obsessed with immortality. Not long ago, an alchemist under Emperor Jiajing presented a practice secret book. Jiajing was overjoyed when he got it, and immediately began to practice according to the above method.

Who knows that this practice cheat book is true, Jiajing really succeeded in cultivating immortals and became a high-ranking immortal, but then thunder and fire fell from the sky, almost razing the Longevity Palace where Jiajing was located, and Jiajing himself died in this disaster In the process, the practice cheat book was also destroyed.

If the levels are divided according to the novels Ji Shi read in his previous life, the strength of this body should be around the first level of Qi Refining.

In addition, since there has been no snow in the vicinity of the capital for more than a year, Yuanshen had no choice but to commit a crime. He fasted for 13 days and prayed for snow for the people. Now it is No. [-] days.

The door of Jiajing's room was gently pushed open, and an old eunuch wearing a crimson official uniform, wrinkled face, gray hair, and bowing body came in. He stopped, his face full of respect.

"His Majesty."

"Ah."

Jiajing nodded, the person who came was Lu Fang, the eunuch who was in charge of the official seal, and was the only person who could meet Emperor Jiajing without a notification.

"How's everything going? What's up with them?"

"Your Majesty, there is no movement from the chief assistant's side, but Qingliu's side seems to be aggrieved by this, and Tan Lun from the Ministry of Rites even threatened to read a book."

"Then, what about Zhou Yunyi?"

"died."

After Lu Fang finished speaking, she lowered her head, not daring to look at the emperor's expression.

Jiajing just stood up from the futon silently. Seeing this, Lu Fang hurried to help.

"Walk with me."

"Yes."

With Jiajing in front and Lu Fang behind, Lu Fang lowered her body, supported Jiajing with one hand, and walked out of the room tremblingly.

The sky had already darkened, a round of bright moon was hanging high in the sky, and the lanterns everywhere in Xiyuan were also lit up at the right time. From time to time, a group of imperial guards in charge of patrolling passed by, and the busy eunuchs and eunuchs who were busy on the road were all panicked when they saw the holy car coming. Kneeling on the ground, Jiajing and Lu Fang, master and servant, walked step by step along the path paved with stone slabs, followed by a group of serving eunuchs and maids.

"I'm a little tired, let's rest here for a while."

After Emperor Jiajing finished speaking, he pointed to the small pavilion by the lake and motioned.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lu Fang bowed and responded, and the eunuchs and maids in charge of serving behind him spread cushions on the stone benches, and placed all kinds of delicate pastries, and there was a little heat in the jade-like blue teapot.

"You sit together too." Jiajing greeted Lu Fang, who was still standing aside.

"Slaves don't dare." Lu Fang lowered her head deeply.

"Just let you sit down, there's so much nonsense." Jiajing said, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lu Fang sat down in trepidation, straightened her body, did not dare to look directly at Jiajing, and did not move.

"Come, have a taste of this tea. This is the West Lake Dragon Well tea that just came out this year."

After Jiajing finished speaking, he pointed to the green teapot on the table that was still emitting heat. Almost at the same time, a maid poured the tea. Location.

Lu Fang picked up the tea, took a sip, and the furrowed wrinkles on her face seemed to be stretched out, and she praised: "Your Majesty, this is really a rare good tea, it leaves a fragrance on the lips and teeth, and makes you feel refreshed."

Jiajing nodded with a smile and turned to look at the sparkling lake without answering.

"Your Majesty, this is the account book of the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau this year. Please check it."

Lu Fang stood up from her seat, knelt down in front of Jiajing, and held the ledger high above her head.

"Okay, put it away, don't bother me with such trivial matters."

Jiajing waved his hand, but did not take the ledger from Lu Fang's hand.

"His Majesty!"

"I said, put it away."

"Yes."

Lu Fang stood up from the ground, put the account book back into her sleeve, and stood aside respectfully.

"In Ming Dynasty, there are Japanese pirates in the south and Tatars in the north. Droughts, floods, floods, and locust plagues come in turn. The people are hungry, and the officials are greedy. How can we govern the country well with these insects? I wish I could kill them all! "

Jiajing said, clenching his fists angrily.

"Your Majesty, servant..."

Lu Fang had never seen Emperor Jiajing in such a state before, she quickly knelt down on the ground, and when she was about to comfort her, she was interrupted by Jiajing's wave.

"But I know, these have to be done step by step."

Jiajing's previously clenched fists separated again, and the angry look on his face disappeared in a flash, and he returned to the relaxed state when the master and servant were talking and laughing.

"Come on, continue drinking tea."

Jiajing said hello, and Lu Fang respectfully picked up the teacup.

"Do you think I am a good emperor?"

Jiajing turned his back, looked at the night scene in the distance, and asked abruptly.

Hearing a 'click', the teacup in Lu Fang's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Lu Fang didn't care about anything else, and quickly knelt down on the ground, responding in panic.

"Your Majesty is of course a good emperor. Since he succeeded to the throne, he has reformed bad governance, made great efforts to govern the country, appointed talented people, kept clothes and food, and worked hard for the millions of people in the Ming Dynasty. Honorable title, monarch, minister, father, son, and son, I would like to do my best for His Majesty, until I die!"

At this moment, Lu Fang seemed to be full of strength, her body was tense, and her face had an unquestionable expression, which caused Jiajing to have a slight illusion: the person in front of her was not an old man who was nearly seventy years old, but an old man who had just passed away. An official with lofty ambitions.

After Jiajing listened, it seemed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He leaned back and laughed, and it took him a long time to recover. He just stretched out a hand and motioned for Lu Fang to support him.

"I'm a little tired, let's go back."

The two, one in front and one behind, set foot on their way home.

Suddenly, Jiajing felt a bit of coolness on his face. Looking up, the snowflakes were falling from the sky, which was even more beautiful under the bright moonlight. Jiajing stretched out his palm to catch it, and the snowflakes melted the moment they touched the palm of his hand.

Lu Fang on the side smiled and said softly: "Your Majesty, it's snowing."

(End of this chapter)