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

Yan Song, who was wearing a python robe, was standing in the sun, wiping the sweat stains on his forehead with a handkerchief, his cloudy eyes crossed the four Han generals, and he looked up at the movement of the palace gate.

There is nothing to block the sun at the gate of this palace, not to mention the elderly Yan Song, even Yan Hong, who is accompanying him, is already sweating, but he does not dare to leave half a step.

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

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

"I've seen Yan Ge Lao!"

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

Yan Song paused and looked at the person who came, only to find out that it was not the eunuch who led him in to face the saint, but the Taoist priest who was recommended by Xu Jie to the saint.

Hum!

Yan Hong also had eyes and ears in the palace, but he knew that this Taoist priest was talking badly about their Yan family behind his back, so he snorted heavily, and at the same time glared at the other party viciously, showing his dissatisfaction and contempt.

Yan Song didn't give Lan Daoxing a face, but asked like a kind elder, "Hehe...... It turned out to be Lan Dao Chang, but what about helping the saint? ”

"Poor Dao is here to interpret the dream of the saint this time, farewell!" Lan Daoxing didn't hide it, and then left.

Yan Song looked thoughtfully at Lan Daoxing's departing figure, but there was a faint feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

The saint remembers the old love, and is a smart emperor, but he has a very serious suspicion and is easily bewitched. This Taoist priest has become a person on whom the saint depends, but it is difficult to guarantee that he will continue to provoke his relationship with the saint.

"Elder Yan Ge, the Holy One will let you in!"

Huang Jin personally greeted him and said gently to Yan Song.

"There is Lao Huang's father-in-law!"

Yan Song saw that it was Huang Jin who came in, and immediately felt a burst of excitement in his heart, and bowed his hand slightly towards him. I thought that Huang Jin was falling towards Xu Jie, but seeing that he was still so enthusiastic, I am afraid that this is not the case.

Huang Jin looked like he took it for granted, and made a gesture of invitation to Yan Song respectfully: "Look at what you said, this is what our family should do!" Elder Yan Ge, please go in! ”

Yan Hongmu sent his grandfather into the Wanshou Palace, but he was nervous for a while.

Grandpa seemed to walk up the steps with difficulty, and the enthusiastic Huang Jin not only had no intention of taking a hand, but also followed his grandfather to talk on the side, which was already distracting Grandpa, which was likely to cause Grandpa to roll down from above.

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

Yan Song is eighty-three years old, although he is well maintained, he is a rare elderly person in this era, and even the Yan family has found a good feng shui treasure for Yan Song.

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

"The old minister visits the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Yan Song came to the curtain that was pulled up, and faced Jiajing, who was already sitting in the quiet room, and gave a big salute respectfully.

"Get up! What are you looking for? Jiajing sat on a bright yellow futon, facing the statue of Sanqing Daojun, his eyes slightly closed, and he asked plainly.

Yan Song got up from the ground, ignoring the unsteady breath, and immediately explained his intention loudly: "Your Majesty, the old minister wants to ask the emperor to agree to order the household department to allocate funds to repair the Su Causeway and the Qiantang Dam, these two places are related to the livelihood of hundreds of thousands of people, and they are related to the annual 100,000 stone tax and food of the Ming Dynasty, so we must pay attention to it!" ”

Although the finances of the imperial court were taken into account by him, and the special rebuilding of the Wanshou Palace, the Sanqing Taoist Temple and the Temple of Heaven had made the finances worse, if he did not pay attention to these two seriously damaged dikes, the tragedy of flooding the seven southeastern mansions last year would surely be repeated.

Last year, the tragedy of flooding the seven mansions in the southeast was attributed to the flood, but he knew very well that it was actually a human disaster, and it was the evil result of these people who came to the imperial court to fool the dam project.

These days, he just wants to make up for some mistakes. He didn't dare to directly dissuade the saint from stopping the two projects of the Sanqing Taoist Temple and the Temple of Heaven like Wu Shan, but he hoped that the imperial court finance could squeeze out some silver to fill the hidden dangers in these two places, which could be regarded as a practical thing he did for the Ming Dynasty.

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

Yan Song's eyes lit up slightly, and he took out a notebook from his sleeve and said: "This is the green words written by the old minister for the saint, and the old minister is willing to use this old body to help the saint realize the mystery as soon as possible!" ”

"Well, Yan Ge has a heart!" Jiajing's tone was slightly slower, and he said coldly.

Although Yan Song's green words are good, Xu Jie's green words are not bad, and there are also Yuan Wei, Guo Pu, Yan Ne and Li Chunfang, and he is not short of people who can write superb green words now.

Yan Song touched his nose, but his face suddenly showed a look of joy and said: "Congratulations to the Emperor, the Immortal Temple in Nanchang Mansion, Jiangxi Province recently emitted a colorful glow, and hundreds of people witnessed this scene, which is a great auspicious omen!" ”

Immortal Ancestral Hall, this is a new ancestral hall built by Yan Song after he served as the first assistant, in order to curry favor with the saint, he ordered local officials to spend a large sum of silver taels, which can be regarded as a "political achievement" of Yan Song.

Of course, in the eyes of the local people, this Yan Song's proposal can be cut with a thousand cuts.

"I'm tired, go down!" Jiajing's face did not have the slightest hint of joy, because he had heard too much of this specious "good news", so he directly issued an order to expel the guest.

Yan Song's face became embarrassed, so he had to bow his hand in a proper manner: "Yes!" ”

When leaving, he couldn't help but secretly glance at the emperor who was meditating in the quiet room, and saw that the emperor didn't open his eyes from beginning to end, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Since last year, he insisted that the emperor move back to Ouchi or move to the South Palace, he has slowly lost the emperor's favor.

At present, more and more important notes are handed over to Xu Jie, and when encountering important matters, he is more willing to ask Xu Jie's opinion, and this year's external inspection is almost completely led by Guo Pu, and he is not even willing to say a few more words to him at the moment.

Although he is old, he is not really confused. He already clearly felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the current saint, and his position as the first assistant might not be able to support it this year.

It's just that when he thought of leaving here and leaving his loyal emperor, he felt a kind of reluctance in his heart.