I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 39 Promise
After the cabinet meeting ended, Jiajing alone left Yan Song, the chief assistant of the cabinet.

"Old Yan Ge, please!" With a smile on his face, Jiajing motioned for Yan Song to sit beside him.

"Your Majesty, this is?" Yan Song asked aloud as he sat tremblingly on his seat.

"Old Yan Ge, I left you alone because I wanted you to do something for me."

"Your Majesty, just open your mouth, and I will die!" Yan Song said, bowing.

"I want you to collect some criminal evidence of the clan and vassals for me, and pay more attention to similar things." Jiajing picked up the teacup on the table, sipped lightly and said.

"Your Majesty wants me to..." Yan Song rolled his cloudy eyes, but did not continue speaking.

"That's right, I've always wanted to reduce the clan's expenses, but there has to be a reason to do so!"

"Your Majesty, no! If you do this, the clan will be chilled, and since the Taizu, there has been a rule that the title of title is hereditary and cannot be downgraded!"

"And your Majesty, if you do this, the clan will resent you. In the future history books, you will be recorded as a mean and ungrateful emperor who harmed the clan. For the sake of your future reputation, please take it back."

Jiajing was just a start, and Yan Song anticipated the measures the emperor would take: exaggerating the crimes of the clan and vassals, manipulating public opinion, finding a "leader" to propose cutting clan expenses, and offering the ultimate killer— — Tweet order.

As for the possible resistance of the clan, don't be ridiculous, Jiajing is the emperor!Innate will occupy righteousness.Moreover, the [-] elite soldiers that Zhang Juzheng had been trained by the previous emperor were not for nothing.

Jiajing looked at Yan Song, who was kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help thinking to himself: "I'm already a cultivator of immortals, and I have a long lifespan. Do I still care about a few words in the history books?"

Jiajing lifted Yan Song up from the ground, stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "Old Yan Ge, as the chief assistant of the cabinet, you should be very clear that the clan's expenditure accounts for the majority of the national expenditure account, right? "

Yan Song's eyes were disillusioned, he pondered for a long time before slowly opening his mouth and said: "Your Majesty, I know."

"You might as well do it boldly! Just blame me for what happens." Jiajing's flat voice reached Yan Song's ears, like a thunderclap.

"Your Majesty! You..." Yan Song broke down in tears and could no longer organize his words.

"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about revenge. As long as I'm still the emperor, those people won't be able to touch you. You are backed by me!"

"Your Majesty Yan Song, I am willing to do the work of a dog and a horse for Your Majesty!" Yan Song bowed down again.

"Mr. Yan Ge, please hurry up, the burden of the Ming Dynasty is on you alone, please take care of your health! By the way, I have a new tea that just arrived, and I will send someone to your house later , Try it out."

Seeing that Yan Song agreed to his proposal, a smile appeared on Jiajing's face.

"Chen, leave!" Yan Song then bowed and said goodbye.

"En." Jiajing nodded, and then asked the little eunuch on the side to step forward and help Yan Song.

Yan Song walked extremely slowly, his whole body was bent, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"What an old fox, if you don't see a rabbit, you won't scatter eagles!" Jiajing looked at Yan Song's back and couldn't help cursing secretly.

……

At night, the Yan Mansion study was still brightly lit.

Since Yan Song came back from Jiajing, he has always put on a pensive look, without saying a word.This made Yan Shifan, the son, so anxious that he was even going to find a doctor from Tai Hospital for treatment!

"Father! What's the matter with you? Why come back from His Majesty, it's like losing your soul!" Yan Shifan said, and shook his hand in front of Yan Song's eyes.

"Wait a minute, my son is going to invite a doctor from the Imperial Hospital!" After Yan Shifan finished speaking, he called his servants to prepare the sedan chair and prepare to rush to the Imperial Hospital.

"Come back!" Yan Song called Yan Shifan back as if waking up from a dream.

"Father, you are fine! That's great!" Yan Shifan's face was full of joy when he heard his father's shout.

"Who told you I have something to do, I was just thinking about something just now." After Yan Song finished speaking, he prepared his slippers to go to bed, and Yan Shifan took the first step to take off his father's shoes, and respectfully helped him onto Hu's bed.

"Why did His Majesty leave you alone just now? Is it because of changing rice into mulberry?" Yan Shifan asked anxiously.

"It's bigger than that, alas, His Majesty is going to take the clan's sword!" Yan Song sighed and said in a deep voice.

"What! Isn't Your Majesty afraid..." Yan Shifan stopped talking, not daring to continue.

"What are you afraid of? Your Majesty is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty! Who can shake his authority? It's just that the evaluation in the future will not be very good." Yan Song looked at his son with helpless eyes.

"Recently, let your subordinates pay more attention to the criminal files related to the vassal kings and clans, and find out the ones that were suppressed before. It will be of great use to me!" Yan Song wrapped the quilt around his body and sat up from the Hu bed , and then ordered.

"Father, did your Majesty ask you to make this excuse? But if you do this, you will surely offend a large number of feudal lords and clans. We can't bear their anger!" Yan Shifan couldn't help being terrified when he heard what his father said.

"What are you afraid of! Your Majesty is not afraid. What do you have to be afraid of as the chief minister of the cabinet? The price of offending the clan is certainly heavy, but in exchange, Your Majesty gave me a promise." Yan Song said slowly.

"What promise?" Yan Shifan was curious about His Majesty's promise to his father.

"As long as His Majesty is still the emperor for a day, those people will not be able to touch our Yan family. Your Majesty is the backstage of our Yan family!"

"What?" Hearing his father's words, Yan Shifan was stunned for a moment, unable to speak for a long time.

"Remember what I said earlier, we only eat His Majesty's bowl of rice." Yan Song looked at his son in a daze, and then reminded.

"My child understands." Yan Shifan came back to his senses and quickly said yes.

"Cut off all the connections over there. I didn't expect to find myself when I checked."

"By the way, send a message to Hu Zongxian. His Majesty has ordered that those who confuse the people to make trouble will be severely punished and let him do it." As if suddenly remembering, Yan Song suddenly added this sentence.

"Yes, my boy will leave." Yan Shifan bowed and left.

……

The Forbidden City, the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

After Jiajing finished today's practice, he felt the growing mana in his body, and his face showed joy. If he continued to practice like this, he would soon be able to break through the threshold of cultivation and advance to the second level of Qi Refining.

"Now I have mana, but I lack the means to fight against the enemy. Why don't I ask Longhu Mountain or some other mountain to send me a few books of lightning techniques that can be cultivated? I don't know if those lightning techniques are true."

Jiajing pinched his chin, thinking wildly for a long time: "If the thunder method sent can really be cultivated, I may become the emperor with the highest force value in history."

At that time, one day when the royal driver is on a personal expedition, he will directly infuse mana into it, and shout: "Rebellious ministers and thieves, look at my thunder!"

　I don’t know why, when the code reaches [-] characters, the whole person starts to feel lazy, and I don’t want to write any more. I have tried to write more and failed countless times (>_<)
　　
　
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