Chapter 171 Jiajing

Beside an artificial lake in the Forbidden City, there is a palace built along the lake, named Wanshou Palace.

In a quiet room in Wanshou Palace, on the jade bed, Jiajing slowly finished his practice, and several breaths came from the concubines and maids around him, and followed Jiajing's breathing, and entered Jiajing's body.

It was the Taoist superior dual cultivation technique. If used properly, both men and women can benefit greatly.

But now Jiajing was refreshed, while those concubines and maids took in less air and exhaled more, so it was known that Jiajing was eager to achieve quick success.

Yes, with his temperament, how could he benefit both sides? He would only ask for it blindly.

Jiajing was obviously in his fifties, but he looked in his thirties. He had a thin face, a long beard, and wore feather clothes. He didn't look like an emperor, but like a Taoist priest.

"Change some girls tomorrow!"

"Yes!" Eunuch Huang Jin answered from the screen beside him.

"How are the immortal masters preparing?" Jiajing asked.

The so-called immortal masters are the three Taoists worshipped in the palace, namely: Shao Yuanjie, Tao Zhongwen, and Lan Daoxing.

"According to the immortal Shao, everything is ready, just waiting for the crocodile dragon ball to arrive." Huang Jin replied.

"That's great. Does the cabinet have any important matters?" Jiajing asked again.

"This year, the farmland in Hebei and Shanxi has been converted into grassland, the fields in Jiangnan have been converted into mulberry trees, and the Yangtze River has flooded..."

"Everything remains the same, and the cabinet can do it." Before he finished speaking, Jiajing said a little impatiently.

"The royal factory has been in a lot of trouble recently, and many smashing and looting incidents have occurred, affecting production. The output has dropped this month." Huang Jin said again.

"What! Why did the output drop?" Jiajing said unhappily, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I think your majesty..."

"Hmm?"

"I think the merits of the Great Supreme Heavenly Immortal Zi Ji Chang Sheng Zhi Zhao Ling Tong Yuan Zheng Ying Yu Xu Zong Zhang Wu Lei Da Zhen Ren Xuan Du Jing Wan Shou Emperor will be fulfilled in the near future, and I am afraid that these mundane things will disturb the Emperor's practice." Huang Jin said Jiajing's Taoist name without changing his expression.

Such a long Taoist name is really not something that ordinary people can recite, nor is it something that ordinary people can think of.

"Indeed, compared with the cultivation of this emperor, these are indeed trivial matters." Hearing Huang Jin's words, Jiajing relaxed his brows and continued:

"Since the factory workers are disobedient, let's take them all to mine. Recruit another group of workers to work one more hour every day, and don't delay the factory's production!"

These factories include cement, steel, textiles, etc., and the monthly output is a large amount of income, which is much more valuable than those rice and mulberry.

"What else?"

"I heard from the people below that Zuo Qianhu wants to see you."

"It's him. It's been a long time since we last met. But in a few days, this emperor will no longer be an ordinary person. It's better to see these worldly people less often." Jiajing said nostalgically: "Stop him outside the palace in the future."

"Yes!"

"Lord Yan wants to see you."

"It's too late today. I won't see you. Let Master Tao come. I have something to ask him about cultivation."

"Yes."

In Jizhai Temple, a hot pot meal lasted until dark. The people who ate it had oil in their mouths and their clothes were full of the smell of hot pot.

Tang Yin was going to go out for a walk and eat, and take a look at the capital at night.

"Captain, you are going out again without us?" Zhang Zichen shouted as Tang Yin was about to go out.

"Yes, yes! We won't sleep for a while, and when we get up in the morning, the capital will be gone!" Wang Jinjue said exaggeratedly.

"Uh... I don't think so. I just went out to take a look." Tang Yin answered hesitantly. He really wanted to see the capital at night. He liked this kind of humanistic atmosphere very much.

This was a sight he had never seen before.

"Captain Tang, you won't rush into the palace and beat Jiajing up later, right?" Zhang Zichen said again.

"Then we can't sleep at night listening to the roaring sound, right?" Wang Jinjue and Zhang Zichen said in unison.

Having said that, Tang Yin didn't say anything more and said, "Okay, you all come together."

The three of them left the temple and went to the bright place.

Those were several streets burning with steam and flames, larger and more prosperous than those in Luoyang. Not only were there food and drinks, but there were also artist performances, and even some magic tricks, each of which made Tang Yin and the other two feel novel.

It was as if they had traveled through time and returned to the Jiajing Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty, and it was as if they were in a night market in the 21st century.

That's right~ It's these running rickshaws and steam boilers emitting black smoke, which are a bit of a spoiler, making this quaint street full of a bit of weirdness.

"Zichen, there are actually people selling lotus root powder here!"

"That's tea soup, made with sorghum rice flour and millet flour." Zhang Zichen took a look, smelled it and said, "It's not lotus root powder."

"Zichen, this Ming Dynasty snack also has milk skin, which is really strange!"

"It's really strange, you can buy it and try it!"

"There is actually roast duck in the middle of the night! This must be tried!" Wang Jinjue suddenly saw a roast duck restaurant.

"You didn't eat enough hot pot?" Tang Yin asked.

"I'm still growing, I can eat more." Wang Jinjue touched his round belly and said.

"...Okay then. I haven't eaten authentic Beijing roast duck yet. It's really a wonderful thing to eat roast duck in the capital of the Ming Dynasty now." Tang Yin nodded.

Eating roast duck in the capital of the Ming Dynasty is definitely more authentic than the old Beijing roast duck.

A few people came to a roast duck restaurant with very high-end decoration and bright lights. People in the Ming Dynasty knew how to enjoy life. Most of the places with bright lights were restaurants, and most of the places with dim lights were brothels.

The name of the restaurant is "Jufulou". After they entered, they found that the "U"-shaped hall of the restaurant was full of servants and their families. The stairs to the upper floor were tightly guarded. The owner of the restaurant wiped his sweat and served on the side.

"Boss, bring me some roast ducks!" Wang Jinjue saw the open fire roast ducks on the side, and he could also choose duck embryos. He curiously watched the roast duck chef flip the roast ducks, and then said.

"This customer, it's a coincidence today..." The owner, who was about fifty years old, came over and clasped his fists and said.

"Today, the young master of the Yan family is entertaining guests. All outsiders should leave quickly!" Before the owner finished speaking, the servant on the side rushed to say.

"You have booked the entire restaurant?" Wang Jinjue felt unlucky. How could he find a random restaurant and it was booked by someone else.

"What status do we have in the Yan family? Why do we need to book a building?" The servant said arrogantly.

"Fuck..." Wang Jinjue looked at the servant speechlessly. How could he feel superior even if he was a dog or a slave?

"Who is your master?" Tang Yin asked.

"Our family..."

"Forget it, I already know." Tang Yin directly looked through his memory and pointed at him to death.

"It turned out to be Yan Shifan!"

The memory of this servant was really dirty, and he did a lot of evil things to Yan Shifan.

"Murder!"

"How brave!"

The death of this man caused chaos at the scene. Some servants shouted, and some servants drew their knives.

The soft sword is agile and fast, which is suitable for this situation. How can these strong or extraordinary servants resist Tang Yin, a lunatic?

The time they survive is the time Tang Yin looks at their memories.

Soon, there was no one standing at the scene except the shopkeeper.

Mouth teeth!