General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 1 Praying for Snow
In the 27th year of Jiajing, winter, the Temple of Heaven in the capital.

"Dingling! Jingling!~"

"Taiyi saves the suffering Heavenly Venerable..."

On the Temple of Heaven, an old man in Taoist robe held high a copper bell, held a sword in his hand, and stepped on his feet, chanting words in his mouth, dancing in the position that should belong to the emperor.

And under the Temple of Heaven.

All the officials of the empire above the sixth rank in Beijing bowed down to the ground in pious gestures.

Since the beginning of winter this year, the capital has been reluctant to snow.

Inside and outside the capital, all kinds of rumors have already spread like wildfire.

Some people say that Jiajing devoted himself to cultivating Taoism and disregarded the common people.

Some people also said that the imperial court was spending too much, and the government was rampant in corruption.

Some people even said that the emperor killed Xia Yan by mistake, so the heaven punished him.

In short, the people in the capital are excited, and the forces of all parties are undercurrents. Jiajing can only pin his hopes on Tao Zhongwen, the national teacher of the Ming Dynasty.

In the Temple of Heaven, Jiajing, who had not been out of the palace for a long time, was staring at Tao Zhongwen, who was already tired and sweating profusely.

As long as this snow can fall.

All gossip will be dispelled.

The empire can still be firmly in the hands of the emperor!
But the cabinet Xu Jie and others who knelt down under Huanqiu prayed secretly in their hearts.

Don't let this snow fall.

As long as the snow doesn't fall.

They can make enough articles.

In short, the monarchs and ministers who determine the life and death of the people in the empire have bet all their bets on this seemingly absurd, but actually absurd sacrificial ceremony.

Among the officials, there was only one young censor, who watched this absurd performance with a complicated expression.

His name is Ning Jue.

He was a Jinshi of the Xinke in the 26th year of Jiajing. He died in depression because he missed the Shu Jishi and was awarded a supervisory censor of Jiangnan Dao. Then Ning Jue, who had the same name and surname, became the owner of this body in a daze.

That is commonly known as crossing.

Fortunately, Ning Jue still has a secret, that is, as long as he succeeds in killing others without hurting others, he can return to the modern society and get a large amount of "traveling compensation".

Ning Jue is still clear about the so-called death.

The direct purpose of seeking death = suicide.

The fundamental purpose of seeking death = death.

Looking at the absurd scene in front of him, Ning Jue obviously once again confirmed his idea of ​​returning to modern times.

"Grandma's... I go back and watch the little sister dance in black silk, it's no better than watching the old man dance here!"

Ning Jue quietly stretched her already numb legs.

After looking around and seeing no sign of Jiajing, Ning Jue had no choice but to kneel back.

Ning Jue didn't want to kneel here either.

But my fame hangs here, even if I go up now to promote Tao Zhongwen's altar.

There is a high probability that he will be thrown into the imperial prison and sentenced to exile. It would be a disaster if he died a natural death in this smoggy land everywhere.

You have to take one step at a time.

It stands to reason that as an orphan censor without father and mother, Jiajing is the emperor as long as he goes to seek the dynasty.

This task should have been easy.

But who would have thought that Jiajing would never go to court at all!
Can I just go back and write the playbook?
Ning Jue couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Who wants to code words for things that can be solved by moving your mouth!

………………

In the fasting palace.

Jiajing, who was wearing a Taoist robe and a fragrant leaf crown, was staring at Xu Jie and Yan Song who were kneeling in front of the officials.

And behind Jiajing is the eunuch Huang Jin, who is in charge of the chief inspector of ceremonies.

Huang Jin is an old man of King Xing's Mansion and Jiajing's "big companion".

"Your Majesty, there is news from the East Factory. I heard that several censors from the Metropolitan Procuratorate are going to admonish Master Tao to death later today."

Jiajing, who was originally standing at the gate of the Zhai Palace, suddenly lost his expression.

"Who instructed?"

Huang Jin, who was at the side, said in a low voice: "The East Factory has inspected several times, but there is no sign of someone instigating, and these people are neither old students of Yan Ge nor old students of Xu Ge, so they should be spontaneous... "

Hearing this, Jiajing's complexion softened a little, and he snorted coldly, walked to the dragon chair and sat down.

"Selling fame and selling straight!"

Jiajing knew all too well about the civil and military affairs of the Manchu dynasty.

These civil servants scolded themselves, it would be fine if they didn't punish them.

Once I got serious with them, I punished their crimes.

Then it doesn't matter what the specific content of their remonstrance is, the world will only see the image of their admonishing officials, but I have punished them because of a few words they said.

It's easy to deal with someone's instigation, first kill this group of people, and then label them as partisans and dissidents.

But if no one instigated him, he would become a tool for them to earn their reputation.

Naturally, Jiajing would not take advantage of this big trick.

While the monarch and his ministers were chatting in the fasting palace, Tao Zhongwen's sacrifice was coming to an end.

Hundreds of officials bowed five times and kowtowed four times, and the whole ceremony officially came to an end.

Ning Jue, whose legs were already numb from kneeling, struggled to get up from the ground and was ready to go home.

It was just when Ning Jue was about to go home.

But he found that the heads in the distance became noisy, and he saw one of his colleagues running towards Tao Zhongwen on Huanqiu with a chao wat.

"Renren Tao! Just ask me, how many days will it snow after the heaven sacrifice?!"

The Temple of Heaven already had an echoing wall, and everyone in the Temple of Heaven could hear clearly when the censor stood on the hill and shouted.

The censor was deliberately forcing Tao Zhongwen to express his opinion in public!
Jiajing, who was sitting in the fasting palace, couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then walked quickly to the gate of the palace, staring at the two people on Huanqiu.

Tao Zhongwen, who was blocked on Huanqiu, swung his whisk and said loudly.

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!"

Tao Zhongwen's resonant voice echoed in the Temple of Heaven through the echo wall.

"God Haotian has seen the edict of Emperor Wanshou, and there will be rain and snow falling in Zhili in the near future. Please Bingxian please stay safe and don't be impatient."

The Metropolitan Procuratorate is also known as Xiantai, and Bingxian is another name for Yushi.

It's just that the censor didn't intend to let Tao Zhongwen leave at all.

Instead, he stopped in front of Tao Zhongwen, snapped and asked: "Tao Zhenren! How many days are there in a few days! Is it due to the real person that it will snow in Zhili next year?!"

Tao Zhongwen froze in place.

Some incoherently looked at the censor.

"How can this secret be exposed lightly? There must be rain and snow within a month..."

But the imperial censor grabbed Tao Zhongwen's arm and said, "I would like to ask Master Tao to show me! When will it snow in Ming Dynasty?"

Yushi's voice echoed over the Temple of Heaven.

Soon, beside Ning Jue, two more censors stepped forward, directly stopped at the steps of Huanqiu, and said in unison:
"I also ask Master Tao to show me when it will snow in Daming!"

This year is the 27th year of Jiajing, and Tao Zhongwen has already led the Shaofu, Shaobao, and Shaoshi, and led the three orphans by himself!
Not to mention the end of the Ming Dynasty, even if you count the previous Han, Tang, and Song Dynasties, there will be no second one. These officials have already been itching their teeth! .
Obviously, if Tao Zhongwen didn't say a specific date to come out today, these people didn't intend to let him go!

(End of this chapter)