As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches day by day, the capital city highlights the festive atmosphere before the festival.

Yongdingmen Street is still as prosperous as ever, with the towering city gates open, and people of different identities are constantly coming in and out, and the people of the Five City Military and Ma Si maintain order at the city gates.

There are rows of shops on both sides of the street, and everything is available. In particular, the Liulichang area has become the commercial center of the outer city. Some people are quarreling, and the Shuntian Mansion who came here is dealing with it.

This is the current situation in Beijing. Although no major events have happened recently, no bad things have happened. Everyone is welcoming the coming of the festival in an orderly manner.

Especially during Lin Qingran's administration, the tradition of "Drum Tower Head Lantern Festival" has made many businesses ready to go, and talented men and beautiful women are also full of expectations. Ordinary people have planned to buy those good and cheap goods.

This is the case with this strange economics, which has already created a win-win situation, resulting in the "Gu Tower Headlight Festival" getting better and better, and has received unanimous praise from everyone.

Of course, the key is that Shuntian Prefecture has to maintain a clean and fine style. Once they want to extend their greedy big hand, the situation will be gone.

Many people will also realize it later. Although Lin Weiran has been away from office for half a year, his influence is everywhere in every corner of the capital, and the big ship in the capital is also driving in a prosperous direction.

Xiyuan, Wanshou Palace.

In this majestic palace, there is a sense of desolation.

Eunuchs and palace maids were particularly cautious when entering and leaving here. Many palace maids or small eunuchs even came to the Hall of Yama. Everyone seemed to have forgotten the existence of this festival. No one would mention any reunion words, and no one would mention how to organize the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

If anyone among the kings of the Ming Dynasty was the coldest towards family affection, it was probably the king Jiajing who succeeded the throne with his vassal lords.

Take his three queens as an example. When the first queen was pregnant, he got a miscarriage. She was lingering in bed for more than half a year and died; for some reason, the second queen was deposed and died of old age.

When the third queen had occurred, Jiajing was almost strangled to death by the palace maid, it was the queen who came to save him. But later Jiajing began to hate the queen and ignored him from then on.

Later, a fire broke out in Kunning Palace where the queen lived, and the queen was trapped inside and could not get out. The eunuchs and palace maids knelt outside Jiajing's bedroom for a long time and asked Jiajing to arrange the fire extinguishing matters immediately. Unexpectedly, Jiajing sat inside without saying a word, pretending that he had not heard it, and even delayed the order to put out the fire. The group of palace maids and eunuchs could not go out to put out the fire rashly, so they waited outside the hall until Kunning Palace became a ruin and the queen was finally buried in the sea of ​​fire.

Since he believed in the statement that the national teacher Tao Zhongwen said that "two dragons don't meet each other", he has never seen his two sons again, especially for King Yu who lost his mother, he has no slight concern.

As for the grandson who was born in Prince Yu's Mansion last year, no one dared to mention it in front of Jiajing, and even Prince Yu did not dare to report to the clan's mansion, resulting in the grandson still not having a formal name.

The dignified Prince Yu was born, especially the legitimate prince, but he actually fell to this point.

The officials and ministers in the court did not mention it, and the son Prince Yu did not dare to mention it, and even the people around him did not dare to mention it. This shows how indifferent this king is to family affection.

In his heart, there is probably only immortality in practicing Taoism.

In the quiet room, sandalwood is lingering,

Jiajing, wearing a blue Taoist robe, was sitting cross-legged, like a Taoist priest who had realized the secrets of heaven, feeling the truth of the great way and understanding the mystery of immortality.

But time is ruthless, even if this person is an emperor. As he grows older, his hair has become gray and his wrinkles on his face have increased, and he has become like a little old man.

"Master, Master Xu and several ministers have arrived!" Huang Jin came beside him and reminded softly.

The voice conveyed, but the person did not move.

Huang Jin did not dare to say it again, but instead knelt down and waited honestly, waiting for Jiajing's instructions or no instructions. If there were no instructions, he could only continue to kneel here.

Feng Bao has become a handsome young man, and under Huang Jin's fate, he has learned to be cautious. Looking at this familiar scene, he is also waiting outside in a regular manner.

After a while, a dry voice came over and said, "Spirit Pill!"

When Huang Jin heard this, he immediately called Feng Bao and others in, and the group brought a spiritual pill.

Jiajing looked at the elixir on the plate and had gone from being full of expectations in the past to being indifferent now, but his nature made him so that even a gangster would come to an end.

"Master, Master Xu and several adults have arrived, waiting outside the hall!" Huang Jin didn't know if the words just came into the emperor's ears, so he said again.

Jiajing swallowed the elixir through the water, perhaps because he was a little bitter. He did not answer, but raised his hand.

When Huang Jin saw this gesture, he immediately understood and asked Feng Bao to go outside to lead the person in.

"My memory, Xu Jie, pays homage to the emperor, long live my emperor!"

Xu Jie and his group came to the hall and bowed to Jiajing in a regular manner.

"My dear friends, please be calm!"

Jiajing sat down at the soft collapse and said lightly.

In addition to the chief minister Xu Jie, there are also the Minister of Revenue Yan Ne, the Minister of War Yang Bo, and the Minister of Personnel Wu Shan, who are already the four most powerful officials in the Ming Dynasty.

Jiajing's face was slightly upright, and he immediately said straight to the point: "I have summoned you here today, just to ask why I can't build another Ziwei Palace?"

When Xu Jie and others heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.

It would be fine if the emperor is superstitious about immortality, but he is keen on civil engineering and wants to build the whole world into Taoism. However, with his excessive squandering, the Ming Dynasty's finances were already in danger.

Jiajing looked at the four of them without saying a word, and immediately looked at Yan Ne and said, "Shangshu Yan, just say it, why is this?"

"Report to the emperor, Taicang is no longer silver!" Yan Ne had to report the previous words again in the face of the torture.

Jiajing was not surprised by this answer, so he looked at Yan Ne again and said, "You are responsible for the money and grain of the Ming Dynasty. Every year, the money and grain are in Taicang. Where does Taicang's silver go?"

"Report to the emperor, military pay, vassal salary, salary of all officials, etc., as well as the three halls that have been completed this year, have already exhausted Taicang!" Yan Ne replied with a bitter face.
Chapter completed!