In May of the capital, the temperature has begun to become unbearable.

Yan Song, wearing a python robe, was standing in the sun, wiping the sweat stains on his forehead with a handkerchief. His muddy eyes crossed the four great generals and looked up at the movements of the palace gate.

There is no sun at the entrance of this palace. Not to mention Yan Song, who is already old, even Yan Hong, who is accompanying him, is already sweating profusely, but he dare not leave a step.

After a while, a figure finally came out of it.

Yan Song's eyes lit up and he wanted to go up and follow this father-in-law, but Yan Hong stopped him.

"I've met Mr. Yan!"

Lan Daoxing, who was wearing a blue Taoist robe, strode from inside and bowed to Yan Song.

Yan Song stopped and looked at the person who came, and then he realized that what was coming was not the eunuch who brought him in to meet the saint, but the Taoist priest who was recommended by Xu Jie to the saint.

snort!

Yan Hong also had eyes and ears in the palace, but he knew that the Taoist priest was talking badly about their Yan family behind his back. He hummed heavily and glared at the other party viciously to show his dissatisfaction and contempt.

Yan Song did not give Lan Daoxing a look, but asked like a kind elder: "Haha... it turned out to be Taoist Lan, but are you here to teach the emperor the spirits?"

"I am here to explain my dream to the emperor this time, so I will say goodbye!" Lan Daoxing did not hide it and then bowed and left.

Yan Song looked at Lan Daoxing's leaving figure thoughtfully, but a hint of uneasiness surged in his heart.

The emperor is nostalgic and is a smart emperor, but he has a serious suspicion and is easily bewitched by others. This Taoist priest has become a person dependent on by the emperor, but it is difficult to guarantee that he will continue to provoke his relationship with the emperor.

"Gei Master Yan, the Lord let you in!"

Huang Jin came out in person and said gently to Yan Song.

"It's time for you to be fine Eunuch Huang!"

Yan Song saw that it was Huang Jin who came in, and immediately felt a surge of excitement in his heart and bowed slightly to him. He thought Huang Jin was turning to Xu Jie, but seeing that he was still so enthusiastic, it was probably not the case.

Huang Jin looked as if he was a matter of course and made a respectful gesture to Yan Song and said, "Look at what you said, these are what our family should do! Master Yan, please come in!"

Yan Hong watched his grandfather walk into Wanshou Palace, but he felt nervous.

Grandpa seemed to have difficulty walking up the steps. The enthusiastic Huang Jin not only had no intention of helping him, but also talked to his grandfather while talking to him, which had distracted his grandfather, which was very likely to cause his grandfather to roll down from above.

Fortunately, under Yan Hong's nervous gaze, Yan Song finally walked into the main hall of Wanshou Palace safely.

Yan Song is already 83 years old. Although he is well maintained, he is a rare elderly person in this era. Even the Yan family has found a good Feng Shui treasure land for Yan Song.

Climb the white marble steps and follow Huang Jin into the hall. Although the hall was cool and the ground was very flat, the old master was already out of breath.

"The old minister pays homage to the emperor, long live my emperor!"

Yan Song came to the curtain that was pulled up and faced Jiajing, who was already sitting in the quiet room and sitting, and looked respectfully polite.

"Yizhong, get up! What are you looking for me?" Jiajing sat on a bright yellow cushion, facing the statue of the Sanqing Daojun, with his eyes slightly closed and he asked in a plain manner.

Yan Song got up from the ground, and did not care about his unstable breath, and immediately explained his purpose loudly: "I will report to the emperor, and the old minister wants to ask the emperor to agree to order the Ministry of Revenue to allocate funds to repair Sudi and Qiantang Dam, which are related to hundreds of thousands of people.

The livelihood is related to the annual tax of 100,000 shi of food in the Ming Dynasty, and it must be taken seriously!"

Although he saw the finances of the court, and the special reconstruction of Wanshou Palace, the Sanqing Taoist Temple and the Temple of Heaven, has made the finances worse, if the two seriously damaged dams are not taken seriously, the flooding of the southeast last year will last year be the seventh southeast.

The tragedy in the house will surely happen again.

Last year, the tragic incident of flooding the seven prefectures in the southeast was due to the flood, but he knew very clearly that this was actually a human problem, and it was the consequence of these people's deceptions caused by the court's dam project.

He wanted to make up for some mistakes in these days. He dared not directly dissuade the emperor from stopping the projects of the Sanqing Taoist Temple and the Temple of Heaven like Wu Shan, but he hoped that the court's finances could squeeze out some silver to make these two places

The filling of hidden dangers is also a practical thing he did for the Ming Dynasty.

"I know, I will agree with your ticket!" Jiajing's heart sank slightly, but he still chose to agree.

Yan Song's eyes lit up slightly, and he took out a book from his sleeve and said, "This is the green poem written by the old minister for the emperor. The old minister is willing to use this old body to help the emperor achieve his mystery as soon as possible!"

"Well, Master Yan Ge is intent!" Jiajing's tone was slightly slow and he said coldly.

Although Yan Song's Qing Ci is good, Xu Jie's Qing Ci is not bad either, including Yuan Wei, Guo Pu, Yan Ne and Li Chunfang. He is now not short of people who can write exquisite Qing Ci.

Yan Song was disgusted, but suddenly showed a look of joy on his face and said, "Congratulations to the Emperor, the Changsheng Temple in Nanchang Prefecture, Jiangxi Province has emitted colorful rays of light a few days ago. Hundreds of people witnessed this scene. This is a great auspicious sign.

also!"

The Changsheng Temple is a new temple built by Yan Song after he served as the chief minister and ordered local officials to spend a lot of silver to please the emperor. This can be regarded as a "political achievement" of Yan Song.

Of course, in the eyes of local people, Yan Song's proposal can be cut into pieces.

"I'm tired, you go down!" Jiajing's face did not show any joy, because there was too much "good news" like this, so he directly issued a decree to expel the guests.

Yan Song's face became embarrassed, so he had to bow properly and said, "Yes!"

When he left, he couldn't help but secretly glance at the emperor who was meditating in the quiet room. Seeing that the emperor had not opened his eyes from beginning to end, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Since last year he strongly advocated the emperor to move back to Danei or to Nangong, he has slowly lost the emperor's favor.

Nowadays, more and more important memorials are handed over to Xu Jie. When encountering important matters, they are more willing to ask Xu Jie for their opinions. This year's external investigation is almost entirely dominated by Guo Pu. At present, they are not even willing to say more to him.

It's a sentence.

Although he is old, he is not really confused yet. He has clearly felt that he is getting further and further away from the current emperor, and his position as the prime minister may not be able to support this year.
Chapter completed!