The rain in March was drizzling, dense like silk threads, and was quietly scattering among the palaces, dyeing this place filled with wealth and a hint of melancholy.

A young messenger walked quickly on the palace road with his head down, forming a sharp contrast with the palace servants who were walking leisurely with the oil-paper umbrella. He was so obedient, lonely and hurried, and seemed to be out of place.

Letting the slightly cold rain fall on his body, he bowed slightly forward and covered his chest tightly with his hands, fearing that the rain would wet the letter wrapped in oil paper.

Yan Xiaoshi was the messenger of the Yan Mansion. He often traveled between Yan Mansion and Wuyi Palace, and delivered letters to the master and the young master. Due to his great relationship, he always seemed cautious in his actions and focused on this glorious task.

When I arrived at Wuyi Palace, I almost ran into Ge Lao Xu who happened to come out of it.

Yan Xiaoshi silently flashed to the side like a mute, his head lowered slightly, letting the Ming Jifu pass by, and he couldn't help feeling a little humble in his heart.

Xu Jie is a friendly person. Even when facing a trivial little person like Yan Xiaoshi, he smiled like a spring breeze: "Yan Xiaoshi, are you here to deliver a letter to Lord Yuanfu again?"

"Yes!" Yan Xiaoshi hesitated for a moment, still covering his chest tightly, and still vomited a word and replied.

Xu Jie's eyes fell on his chest, and he raised his hand in a friendly manner and said, "Go!"

"Thanks!"

Yan Xiaoshi had a good impression of this kind of friendly Jisuke Daming. He was respected by such a big man, which made him very moved. He couldn't help but thank him, and then hurriedly walked inside.

Xu Jie watched Yan Xiaoshi leave, and his gentle eyes had a sharp look. He stood there for a while, but he didn't know what this Ming Jifu, who was known for his forbearance, was thinking about.

Walking into the warm and sandalwood-filled duty room, Yan Xiaoshi's body, which was wet after the drizzle, felt very comfortable immediately. He just took the letter out of his arms without caring about enjoyment.

This is an extremely important secret letter, and the young master repeatedly reminds him to send it to the master.

"Master, the letter has not been opened!"

After carefully checking the letter, Yan Si, the close servant, respectfully handed it to Yan Song.

Yan Song was writing Qing Ci, which was exactly what he wrote: "Heaven and Earth must be together, and there must be...", but the word "王" in the latter "王" suddenly made him unable to remember how to write it.

Since the Emperor moved to Yuxi Palace, he felt a strong crisis. It seemed that since that time, the distance between him and the Emperor had also been further apart, and now he is becoming increasingly unfamiliar.

He wanted to express his old minister's loyalty by writing Qing Ci, so as to win back the holy favor the saints of the emperor to him. However, when he wrote Qing Ci, he felt a sense of being heartless but not mindful.

Although he wanted to believe that the elixirs over the years had made him rejuvenate, he knew very clearly in his heart that he was old and that the so-called elixirs had no effect at all.

Yan Song had a kind of persistence in doing things, and was still thinking about the word, but he casually said: "Disconnect it!"

"Master, this is a secret letter, you might as well tear it yourself!" Yan Si, the close servant, reminded softly.

Yan Song gently put down the brush, then tore the letter apart, took out the contents to read, and his face quickly became solemn: "Super inferior products are good?"

In his heart, there was always a mystery confused by him.

In theory, with the financial capabilities of the Ming Dynasty, it would be impossible to afford to rebuild the Wanshou Palace in the short term. However, Xu Jie and his son created a small miracle. They actually completed the reconstruction in just three months with such a small amount of silver. This made him puzzled.

Although he knew that Yan Shifan had made a lot of money, Yan Shifan had always had a certain degree and definitely did not dare to take down more than two-thirds of the project funds.

However, the answer has been revealed at the moment that Xu Jie and his son actually used inferior materials as good as good materials. Xu Fan purchased pine wood from Northeast merchants as pillars for palaces, rather than buying high-quality golden nanmu from southern merchants, which greatly reduced the cost.

This move is undoubtedly a taboo. The emperor has already stated that it is not necessary to use golden nanmu for hundreds of years.

"Master, this is enough to kill Xu Huating!"

Yan Si couldn't help but say joyfully when he saw the content in the letter.

Yan Song hesitated when he held this letter. Although Xu Jie and his son had committed the deception of the emperor, they were forced to do so. If they had not done some articles on the materials, the money would not have been able to make a bedroom for the emperor to practice.

In fact, he proposed to adopt cheaper century-old pine wood in Northeast China on a large scale, but the emperor was a person who paid attention to the show and was simply nitpicking about many things.

The most important thing is that once this matter is revealed, according to the character of the emperor, he will inevitably order the beams and pillars to be demolished and rebuilt, which will undoubtedly add to the insult to the Ming Dynasty's finances.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel distressed and wanted to pretend not to know.

"Master, Xu Huating is just an unfamiliar ungrateful wolf. This is the best opportunity to eliminate him. You can't be ruthless!" The old slave immediately persuaded him seriously, just like the worm in Yan Song's belly.

"Okay! You help me but the emperor in front of you!"

Yan Song sighed and immediately made a decision.

After all, it was not that Yan Song was cruel, but that Xu Jie deceived the emperor and ignored the emperor. He just reported the matter to the emperor. As for how the emperor punished it, it was the decision that the emperor had to make.

Although he is old, his heart has not changed and he is still loyal to the Lord.

After a long journey, Yan Song finally arrived at Yuxi Palace. Yuxi Palace is indeed unable to compare with the original Wanshou Palace. From the outside alone, the two cannot be compared.

The eunuch who was guarding the gate respected Yan Song very much and immediately reminded him kindly: "The emperor is writing the spirits!"

"Just say that the old minister has something important to ask for advice!" Yan Song said seriously.

"Okay!" the little eunuch agreed and walked inside immediately.

At the same time, the magical spirit-making technique is being performed in the palace.

A Taoist priest in his forties wore a purple scarf and a blue Bagua robe. His facial features looked thin and elegant. He said lyricically: ""Zi Xu is not here, and Cao Fu is also gone, and his sister-in-law can come out."

As the words fell, the Taoist priest in blue was possessed by Zi Gu. He bent over and stood in front of the spirit writing, and his body seemed to be retracted into the wide gossip robe, while the awl hanging on the shelf moved on the sand table.

Jiajing, wearing a plain white Taoist robe, stood next to the sand table, while Huang Jin was eager and curious, leaning forward to look at the sand table.

Soon, a line of crooked words appeared on the sand table, which made Huang Jin's mouth open slightly. When he looked at the little eunuch guarding the palace gate, his eyes even more panicked.
Chapter completed!