I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 11 Yan Song's Letter
After the cabinet officials and other members of the Supervisor of Rituals dispersed, the corners of Jiajing's mouth raised an imperceptible arc.

In fact, Jiajing had no intention of letting the cabinet pass a resolution to lift the sea ban from the very beginning. From the beginning to the end, he had only one purpose: to expand the army and reorganize the Daming Navy. Lifting the sea ban was just a bargaining chip.

Only by forming a navy can we resist the possible negative effects of lifting the sea ban.

Since Zhu Yuanzhang, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, Ming's sea ban policy has become more and more stringent. From the beginning of Hongwu, the coastal people were not allowed to go to sea privately. In the seventh year of Hongwu, the imperial court withdrew from the three cities of Mingzhou in Zhejiang, Quanzhou in Fujian, and Guangzhou in Guangdong. Later, It has gradually evolved into a boat that cannot go into the sea, offenders will be killed immediately, and the offender's family members must also be implicated.

In addition, the government also encourages the common people to report to each other. If there is something true, half of the family property of the informant will be rewarded to the whistleblower. So far, no sailing boat has dared to go to sea.

Lifting the sea ban cannot be accomplished overnight, and can only rely on long-term subtle influence.

Having figured this out, Jiajing got up from the chair and walked slowly towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Lu Fang, who had been standing by the side, hurriedly followed Jiajing's pace.

"How did you go with what I asked you to do earlier?" Jiajing turned around, with no expression on his face.

"Your Majesty, the matter has been settled. Here is the statement submitted by Jin Yiwei Lu Bing, and everything is recorded in it." Lu Fang replied in panic, then took out a stack of papers from her cuff, and lowered her head.

Jiajing took the statement from Lu Fang, which recorded Tao Zhongwen's daily life in detail: including when he got up, when he went to the toilet, where he went, what he did, what food he ate, who he talked to, and who he talked to. What is the content of .

Jiajing didn't pay attention to these, but turned straight forward, and stopped until the day Tao Zhongwen sent his men to deliver the cultivation cheats to his predecessor, and saw that it read:

At the same day, Tao Zhongwen got up and went to the toilet for a quarter of an hour. Breakfast was delivered by the imperial dining room. Tao Zhongwen liked pickled vegetables. He took three chopsticks and had a bowl of gruel. A large stack of books, asked the apprentice to help him recompile the old ones, and disguised them as secret books of cultivation, and then defrauded him of rewards.

Seeing this, Jiajing didn't have the heart to read any more. It turned out that the so-called cultivation cheats were a complete hoax. Thoughts are completely gone.

"Hahaha, okay! Go and tell Lu Bing later that none of those alchemists will be left behind, and they will all be killed!" Jiajing returned the confession to Lu Fang, expressionless.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lu Fang buried his head even lower, and the fear of the emperor deepened in his heart. Just now he witnessed the emperor's expression from frowning to flying, and then said to himself expressionlessly that the group of alchemists All were executed, and the emotional changes were so great that it was jaw-dropping.

"A companion is like a tiger, Lu Fang, you have to be more careful!"

After admonishing herself in her heart, Lu Fang followed in the footsteps of Emperor Jiajing.

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Capital, Yan Mansion.

The Yan Mansion is located on the most prosperous street in the capital. This street is only 1 minute away from the Forbidden City. Therefore, every inch of land is expensive, and the people around it are all dignitaries. The mansion can be described as "shabby". There are not too many decorations in the Yan Mansion, only two stone lions and two guards at the entrance. On the bright red gate, there is a plaque with gilt letters It says Yan Fu.

After the imperial meeting was over, Yan Song and Yan Shifan returned to Yan Mansion one after the other in their respective sedan chairs.

When he was tens of meters away from his house, Yan Song saw many officials waiting in front of his house from afar, as well as the scholars who wanted to learn from him and get his recommendation. He frowned and said in a low voice: "Go!" The side door, don't let them see it."

"Yes." The guard outside responded.

Immediately afterwards, without attracting anyone's attention, the sedan chair turned around and entered Yan's mansion through the side door.

"Father, please."

Yan Shifan got off the sedan chair first, and then carefully supported Yan Song.

"Let people drive them away, what's the point of gathering at my door!" Yan Song got off the sedan chair with Yan Shifan's support, and said displeasedly.

"Yes, son, let someone do it." After Yan Shifan agreed, he called the housekeeper, and after a few soft instructions, the housekeeper went out, and within a moment, all the crowd in front of Yan's mansion dispersed.

"Let them get some hot water, let me soak my feet! I'm a little tired, you come with me to the study."

After Yan Song finished speaking, he signaled Yan Shifan to follow.

The father and son entered the study room, the hot water had already been prepared, and a golden basin was placed beside the bed. Yan Song then sat on the bed. Seeing this, Yan Shifan quickly took off his father's shoes and socks, and stood aside.

Yan Song put his feet into the golden basin, and the warmth from the soles of his feet made him close his eyes comfortably, relax completely, and relieve most of the accumulated fatigue.

"Father, what do you want to discuss with me?"

"I want you to write a letter for me, I'm too lazy to write."

Hearing Yan Shifan's question, Yan Song opened his eyes and replied lazily.

"Father, you say, I will write!"

Yan Shifan sat down at the desk, studied the brush and ink, spread the paper, and picked up the pen to write.

"This letter is addressed to Hu Zongxian. After all, he is my student. Now that the war in Jiangsu and Zhejiang is raging, I, as a teacher, can't ignore it."

After Yan Song finished speaking, Yan Shifan took up a pen and wrote on the letter raft: "From Ruzhen." Four large characters.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Song read a sentence, and Yan Shifan wrote a sentence.

"How is my dear student? Since you served as the governor of Zhejiang Province and the governor of Zhejiang Province, I have not seen my teacher and student for two years. I don't know if I am old. Recently, my teacher often dreams of you when you were studying. , the situation in the southeast to suppress the Japanese is tied to you alone. I hope you don’t overwork yourself and take care of your health. If there is a shortage of military equipment and food, feel free to speak up and try to make up for you as a teacher! In addition, at the cabinet meeting, the imperial court passed The policy of changing rice to mulberry will be implemented in the coming year, and I hope to help."

When the last word fell, Yan Shifan heaved a sigh of relief and put down his brush.

The handwriting on the letter raft is very neat, fresh and elegant, astonishing. Before he became an official, Yan Shifan's calligraphy was already quite famous, and even a wealthy businessman was willing to pay 5 taels of silver for his calligraphy.

"Father, are you alright?" Yan Shifan asked when he saw his father closed his eyes again.

"Wait, add another paragraph, the Japanese pirates must be suppressed, not all of them."

Yan Song opened his eyes abruptly, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Father?"

Yan Shifan was frightened by what his father said, with a look of surprise on his face, hesitating, not knowing whether he should write or not.

"Write!" Yan Song glanced at his son lightly, with an unquestionable tone.

"Yes, father."

Yan Shifan then took a pen to add these last few words, put the letter into the letter raft, wiped the sweat from his forehead, but looked at his father with more fear in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)