I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 1 I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

The 11th year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty, the first year of the Jin Huangtong, and 1141 AD.

Lunar calendar, October.

Chang'an, the occupied area, ushered in an auspicious snow.

At first, catkins were blown up by the wind, but soon after, the overwhelming goose feathers wove into a canopy, covering the whole field.

The cold wind that scraped the bones and cut the flesh, swept across the heaven and the earth like howling ghosts and wolves, terrified all things and all animals disappeared.

Under such bad weather, in the corner of Zhongnan Mountain in the Qinling Mountains, a group of defeated soldiers entered a ruined temple in the mountains against the wind and snow.

It is said that "a defeated army is not as good as a bandit, and a stray soldier is a bandit", but this group of eight people has no spirit of banditry.

The wind and fire are like a knight walking in the rivers and lakes.

They swarmed into the ruined temple, took off their bamboo hats and coir raincoats, quickly blocked the leaky temple wall, and then lit the dead branches and rotten wood they collected. A bunch of small bonfires drove away the darkness and cold.

"Emperor Longevity?"

The leader looked up at the only complete clay statue in the ruined temple, frowning slightly, dazed.

Through the light of the bonfire, it can be seen that the sculpture of the god is very rough, like most Taoist emperors, with thick eyebrows and long beard, sitting on a big horse with a golden knife.

But when did the Taoist sect have this emperor named Wanshou?

Obviously, this is a rural prostitution temple.

The clay sculpture of the Longevity Emperor lowered his eyes and looked down on the visitor compassionately.

I saw that the leader had a clear and handsome face, with sword eyebrows on the temples, phoenix eyes, and a three-inch beard. He was dressed in a navy blue Taoist robe, knotted in a bun, and had a sword hanging from his waist. He was burly in shape.

At this moment, a strong man with a beard in the crowd hit the damaged temple wall with a fist, his eyes widened and his saliva splashed everywhere:
"Marshal Yue and Marshal Han were relieved of their military power, and they were dismissed as officials. The court has already negotiated with the golden dog...to cede the land for peace, to bow down to proclaim...to cut him off..."

"Zhao Laojiu, this bastard...hehe..."

"There is also Qin Hui, an old thief, who wished to eat his flesh raw."

For a moment, the killing spirit in the ruined temple condensed, and the sound of swords and soldiers suddenly rang out.

"The imperial court is hopeless."

Suddenly, the Taoist who was looking at Emperor Wanshou withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the brothers of life and death around him, and said in a deep voice: "But the anti-gold cannot be interrupted, I will find a way for food, grass, and armor...Everyone practice hard this winter." Martial arts, next spring...raise the flag of righteousness, kill the golden dog..."

"Raise the flag of righteousness, kill the golden dog*N"

Men's self-esteem is rampant. Facing their homeland that has been lost for more than ten years, these men are still passionate in the severe winter.

"Brother Wang, now that the mountains are covered by heavy snow, we can't go anywhere. Please tell us about the Jin Yan Gong!"

"That's right! That's right! Boss, you are able to volley up a foot on the bare wall without a trace. If we can do it too, wouldn't killing Jurchens be like killing chickens and dogs..."

"Okay! Let me talk to you again..."

At that moment, the Taoist set up a posture in the cramped ruined temple and taught the so-called "Golden Goose Kungfu".

However, the strong melancholy condensed on the brows, which could not be erased no matter what.

The uprising failed again, and they fled here without even getting their next meal.

In addition, the imperial court planned to live in a corner, abandoning the rivers and mountains in the north of the Yangtze River, and lifted the military command of Han, Zhang, and Yue through political means, and reused the begging faction headed by Qin Hui.

Fighting against gold and regaining the Central Plains, the future is getting more and more bleak!
As the night was getting darker, everyone simply ate some of the little army rations left, and then lay on the ground in disarray, hungry.

But the Taoist couldn't fall asleep, he sat cross-legged in front of the Longevity Emperor, closed his eyes slightly, thinking about his future anti-gold plan in his mind.

"The terrain of Zhongnan Mountain is dangerous and the road is rugged. There are five large valleys and more than a hundred small valleys, stretching for hundreds of miles. It is also the front line of the Song and Jin Dynasties... It is an excellent location where you can build a hidden grain storehouse. land……'

'Dig a large grave...or build a Taoist temple...for cover. '

'We can no longer raise troops rashly...'

"Without the support and containment of the imperial court, the rebel army is like a pile of sand in front of Tiefutu and Kidnap Horse..."

'Food, Bingjia! '

"Ah!" Anti-gold is not something that can be achieved with a passion.

'Even if I, Wang Chongyang, have practiced martial arts to the innate level, I still can't change the materials for soldiers! '

"There are still people who can be used in these years. When the imperial court completely abandons the Central Plains, tens of thousands of people in the Central Plains become citizens of the Kingdom of Jin in despair, and the right time, place, and people will be gone..."

'Emperor Longevity, what should I do? '

'Emperor Longevity, what should the people of the Central Plains do? '

[This emperor donates three thousand stones of grain to help you fight against gold! 】

"?"

Wang Chongyang opened his eyes suddenly, looked up at the clay statue, and the phoenix eyes shone brightly.

Three thousand stones of grain?
Five thousand rebels can barely eat for a month...

But what was that just now?
'Is there really a god in the world? '

Wang Chongyang shook his head with a wry smile, and closed his eyes again: "If there really are gods, how can my Yangyang Huaxia be defeated again and again at the hands of foreign races..."

"The mountains and rivers have fallen, and the people are in dire straits."

'I am eager to resist gold, and I am hallucinating! '

At the moment, restrain the chaotic thoughts, the internal force rises from the dantian, flows into the meridians continuously, and moves according to the great cycle.

…………

Emperor Wanshou withdrew his peeping gaze, and his mind returned to his mortal body.

This is the 40th year of Jiajing in Ming Dynasty, 1561 AD.

Lunar calendar, the fourteenth day of the first month.

The capital is shining brightly in winter.

The last batch of reports from the neighboring provinces was rushed to the palace today, and the news was even more disappointing: there was still no snow in Shandong, no snow in Shanxi, and no snow in Beizhili!

Ruixue can be a sign of a prosperous year.

If the snow does not fall, next year it will cause a plague of insects.

Zhu Sicong looked melancholy at the place where his head was raised three feet away.

When a college student in his twenties who has just stepped into the society is reborn as an emperor, and he is still the Emperor Jiajing who is still in power, how can he be worried.

He is 55 years old, has been taking pills all the year round, is poisoned by heavy metals, and has only a few years to live.

Even if he wants to accept him as a three thousand beauties, he can't be a bridegroom every night.

Fortunately, Goldfinger is awesome.

"Three thousand stones!"

"Give Wang Chongyang three thousand stones of grain first, as long as he becomes a follower of Emperor Wanshou, he will be able to replace Jin Yong's unique skills in martial arts step by step..."

"In Wang Chongyang's era, he inherited the eight parts of heaven and dragons, and he started to shoot eagles, divine sculptures, and rely on the sky to slay dragons. He can almost wipe out the entire Jin Yong martial arts."

"Innate Skills, Nine Yin Manuals, Yi Jin Jing, Beiming Divine Skills..."

"As long as I cultivate to the innate realm, I... I will be able to usher in a second spring..."

"Even... Longevity!"

Zhu Sicong, the current Emperor Jiajing clenched his fists tightly and paced back and forth in the cold abode.

The future is bright!

This is Xiyuan Yuxi Palace located in Beihai, Zhonghai, and Nanhai. After the Longevity Palace was burned down, Zhu Houcong moved here.

In the 21 years since Jiajing, there have been no emperors living in the Forbidden City with more than [-] palaces.

And because there was no snowfall around the capital city all winter, as the emperor, he had to issue an edict to his subjects all over the world, and shut himself in this alchemy room in the palace called "Jingshen Jingshe".

The general idea is: it is all because I am not sincere in respecting the sky, and God does not let the snow fall. All parties are guilty, and I am the one who is guilty.From the first day of the first month to the fifteenth day of the first month in the 40th year of Jiajing, I will fast and pray for snow alone in Yuxi Palace in Xiyuan.God reads my sincerity, and the auspicious snow will come down to bless my Ming Dynasty and my subjects.

Three days ago, Zhu Houcong died here suddenly, and no one knew it. Zhu Sicong, who came from the 21st century, occupied the magpie's nest and quietly became Jiajing.

It is a bit difficult to be Emperor Jiajing well.

One outside counts as one, but they are all old bastards!

The Southern Party headed by Yan Song and his son, Xu Jie, Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng and other Qingliu, and even Lu Fang, Chen Hong, and Huang Jin, the supervisor of ceremonies, are all masters of Gongdou.

He is a pure college student who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. In front of these people, he is nothing more than a small dish.

'It's a bit difficult to deal with! '

'If it's difficult, then don't do it! '

'In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies are paper tigers. '

After a moment of contemplation, Zhu Houcong sat back on the gossip-shaped platform covered with bright yellow futon cushions. He was tall and thin, wearing a light silk robe, tied in a bun, and with a fluttering black beard. It turns out that he is the current Emperor Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty.

He casually picked up the copper chime and pestle, weighed the weight twice, and then knocked on the copper chime on the red sandalwood shelf.

Immediately, a crisp copper chime resounded throughout the Yuxi Palace.

"His Majesty!"

Soon, the eunuch's sharp voice sounded outside the palace gate.

"Let Lu Fang come!"

Jiajing's thick and magnetic voice echoed in the empty corridor.

"Yes! Long Live Lord, this servant will call..."

(End of this chapter)