To be honest, Qian Yuan was a little disappointed.

Zhu Yuanzhang established the capital of Nanjing, and later Zhu Di moved the capital to Beijing. It is hard to say whether it was a good or a bad thing, but at least, Nanjing is much more decent than Beijing.

As for the city walls, Nanjing's walls are more magnificent and sturdy, and as for the people, Nanjing people at least dress more neatly and cleaner.

Entering Beijing from Chongwenmen, the first impression this city gave Qian Yuan was that it was dirty and messy.

Suzhou and Hangzhou are covered with bluestone slabs, while Beijing is covered with yellow soil except for some areas. If it doesn’t rain, it will be dusty. If it rains, it will be muddy.

The people passing by, the same color as the sky is covered with gray.

Qian Yuan mainly visited Beijing twice in the previous life, one of which he returned before leaving the high-speed rail station, so he was not familiar with Beijing at all.

A gust of cold wind blew, Qian Yuan couldn't help but shrink his neck, opened his mouth to say something, but felt something entering his mouth, so he quickly sniffed a few times.

Well, Beijing was already facing desertification hundreds of years ago... Qian Yuan comforted himself that at least there was no smog.

"I received the letter and went directly to Xiyuan." Tian Dehui leaned closer and said, "The commander is already waiting."

"No." Qian Yuan shook his head, saw Tian Dehui anxious, and then slowly said: "What a big deal is it to face the saint? If you don't say you have to quit fast for three days, you should at least take a bath."

"Oh, my master." Tian Dehui was so anxious that she strangled the reins hard, "The commander is waiting, are you still thinking about taking a bath?"

Well, in fact, if it was not for a festival to meet the emperor in the Ming Dynasty, this would be really not very particular about it. Moreover, Emperor Jiajing is now in the West Garden for many years and is not in the palace.

But Qian Yuan insisted on finding an inn and taking a shower. He didn't expect to go to Xiyuan to take a shower. After tidying up his appearance, he changed into new clothes.

Looking at the young man who was not rushing, Lu Bing, who was holding his hands behind him, nodded without saying anything, but waved his hand to follow behind.

Lu Bing actually wanted to say something, such as his friend Sun Sheng's brother, but he couldn't say anything.

Lu Bing is a self-aware person. He knows very well where his power comes from. For this reason, he even rejected the invitation from his teacher Li Mo last night.

Xiyuan is a bit big. After walking along the road for a long time, there were three eunuchs who led the way on the road. Qian Yuan followed Lu Bing without squinting his eyes, repeatedly checking in his mind... Is it the nine true and one false, or the eight true and two false, or the seven true and three false?

Alongside a small pond, a middle-aged man squinted his eyes through the already sparse forest, and faintly saw the pedestrian walking towards Wanshou Palace. His gaze fell on the young man behind Lu Bing. Although the distance was a bit far away, he didn't seem nervous while walking, and there was a sense of freedom.

Either the choice has been made, or this is a guy with the same strength as Zhao Zhenji a few years ago...

Yan Shifan frowned and thought for a while before slowly turning around and walking back to Zhilu.

Now there are three cabinet masters in Zhilu, but Li Mo, the Heavenly Official, also interfered. Emperor Jiajing promised him to be on duty, and four people took turns to be on duty, but Yan Song arrived every day... Well, this sentence is not accurate enough. In fact, Yan Song or Yan Shifan must arrive every day.

The room was quite warm and there was no waiter. Yan Song was leaning on the recliner and dozing off. The old man lived a seventy-seven year old this year and still had to occupy the pit and not poop.

Yan Shifan sat down lightly, stared at the memorial for a few glances, picked up the pen and started writing a ticket. To be honest, Yan Shifan is very good at handling government affairs.

"Come?"

"Here you come." Yan Shifan put down his pen, "Lu Wenfu led the way himself."

Yan Song half-squinted his eyes and seemed to sleep. Now the Yan Party is becoming more and more powerful in the court. He has occupied four seats among the nine ministers alone, and his party members are all over the government and the country, with flowers and brocade fire and oil.

But Yan Song people are old and never grow old. Many years ago, Your Majesty simply took Xu Jie into the cabinet as the secondary assistant, and now he mentioned Li Mo again, which is his Majesty's usual method.

Yan Song knew that he could not hold on for a few years, so he could allow Xu Jie to take office, but he could never tolerate Li Mo getting on the throne... This year, the Yan Party officials distributed to all over the country, Li Mo was extremely ruthless, and as many as seven people were imprisoned alone.

"Father, if Cao Bangfu is promoted to the governor of Zhejiang Province..." Yan Shifan asked softly. The meaning of this sentence is very obvious. If Cao Bangfu is promoted, we will definitely not let Li Mo succeed.

The position of the Governor of Zhejiang Zhi is not as simple as fighting against Japanese devils on the surface. This almost determines a considerable part of the court's right to speak. Whether for public or private purposes, Yan Song will not let Li Mo go.

"What do you say about Yuanzhi?" Yan Song asked slowly, frowned and scolded: "I asked you to go home last night and got drunk again?"

"It's impossible to make mistakes, it's impossible to make mistakes." Yan Shifan laughed a few times, having fun last night, "Zhao Wenhuayan... Qian Zhan is not like his uncle."

This sentence is very obvious. Qian Yuan is not as strong as his uncle Qian Zheng. He is a guy who knows the times and is a hero.

Yan Shifan whispered: "It is said that Qian Zhancai and Hu Ruzhen have a great friendship. Before going to Beijing, they went to Hangzhou to meet him."

Yan Song closed his eyes and stopped talking. Even if Cao Bangfu took over as the governor of Zhejiang and Li Mo took office, he would not be the one who was most anxious about.

...

Outside Wanshou Palace.

Huang Jin smiled and greeted Lu Bing, but his eyes fell on Qian Yuan, "The emperor asked twice."

Lu Bing smiled and didn't explain anything, but just gave way out and introduced: "This is Eunuch Huang, the Sili Supervisor."

Qian Yuan knew in his heart that this should be Huang Jin, the eunuch who left his name in history. Emperor Jiajing was very strict with the eunuch, but he trusted the eunuch who had been with him in the King Xing Mansion, and even called him "Huang Pei" without saying his name.

However, Qian Yuan remembered Huang Jin because of the letter from Shanghai Rui in history. Emperor Jiajing was furious. Huang Jin left Hai Rui's life behind.

To put it simply, Huang Jin was a timid and conscientious eunuch. In fact, eunuchs of this kind of character were not uncommon in the history of the Ming Dynasty.

"Eunuch Huang." Qian Yuan bent down and bowed.

"What a handsome talent." Huang Jin's chubby round face was full of smiles and waved: "Come with our family."

Enter Wanshou Palace from the side door, and bypassed the main hall and went straight to the back hall. Qian Yuan was waiting outside, and after a moment Huang Jin took him in.

Qian Yuan knelt on the ground with his knees, lowered his head and shouted: "Caomin Qian Yuan, pay homage to Your Majesty."

Well, there is no "Long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long", if it is a nobleman, a jester, a civil servant... Even Zhang Cong, Yan Song now does not have such a shame.

Emperor Jiajing, who was wiping ink, raised his head immediately. Although he only had one short sentence and eight words, the sound was clear and the words were straight and round, which was extremely pleasant.

Qian Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground, felt a little nervous. He knew the importance of the impression of the first meeting. He had been planning variously on the canal, carefully preparing everything from his hair, clothes, and speech.

Huang Jin took a sneak peek. The brush in Emperor Jiajing's hand was still hanging in the air, and he was stunned and seemed to be trapped in memories.

Huang Jin has been with Emperor Jiajing for decades, and immediately guessed something... The last one with a clear and pleasant voice was Xia Yan and Xia Guixi.

Sighing slightly, Emperor Jiajing put down his brush and "look up."

Huang Jin walked over in small steps and whispered a reminder.

Qian Yuan looked up slightly.

“Release again.”

Qian Yuan’s nostrils are a little thick. Do you think you are choosing a concubine in Dongwan!

Then, a hoarse and dull voice came.

"Get up."

Generally speaking, whenever you meet the emperor, the Ministry of Rites must teach the etiquette, but this time it is a special situation.

Qian Yuan stood up long, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, with a straight back as pine, his eyes clear and bright, his small modification at his temples showed a compelling spirit, but the bookish aura emitted from his body made others feel as warm as jade.

Emperor Jiajing stared at Qian Yuan for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't look very similar. The man had a national face, with a straight and rigorous face. Just in terms of appearance, Qian Yuan was better.

"Give a seat."

Huang Jin was stunned for a moment before moving over to a round stool. You must know that in front of His Majesty, only Yan Song and Lu Bing received such treatment.

"Duyan Huating people are short and capable, but unexpectedly they have such a stature."

Emperor Jiajing's first words surprised Qian Yuan. He was indeed a famous person who was unruly.

Many people have been in charge of Huating in Songjiang in recent years, but only a few people can leave an intuitive impression on Emperor Jiajing. Xu Jie, the second assistant to the cabinet, Sun Chengen, the former Minister of Rites, and Lu Shusheng, who once won the top scorer, are not tall. Qian Yuan estimated that none of them are more than 1.6 meters.

Qian Yuan's past and present life are about the same, about 1.75 meters tall.

Qian Yuan did not think about it and said frankly: "The children of the Qian family are all seven-foot men."

Emperor Jiajing laughed and nodded, "So, for several years, the war in the southeastern Japanese has been heard that you have never retreated."
Chapter completed!