Chapter 13: The Queen's Pure Wind, the Imperial Council Begins After the Renyin Palace Coup, the emperor moved out of the palace. There was not a single palace maid serving in the Western Garden. The concubines who might have been involved were all dealt with that year. Those who did not participate gradually lost favor and died one after another not long after. Although there are still palace maids in the palace, there are no more concubines. Yan Song looked at the girl in front of him who was simple and ignorant of the world, but understood Taoism, and most importantly, was very pretty. He decided to present her to His Majesty. He believed that His Majesty was also a man. Although what happened back then left a deep shadow in Your Majesty's heart, so many years have passed and it is time to forget it. At this time, how can you not be happy if a female nun who shares the same interests as Your Majesty is sent to the Western Garden to accompany you and relieve your loneliness? "I am just an ordinary person, I dare not talk about cultivation," Yan Shifan smiled and shook his head, "But Fairy Qingfeng, please remember that you must stay by His Majesty's side during this visit to the palace, and be careful of your words and actions!" "Your Majesty has cultivated profound knowledge and has received induction from heaven and man. How can there be no immortals in heaven? Your Majesty is here. Isn't he a true dragon in the world?" After hearing what Yan Shifan said, Qingfeng fell silent. Seniors often say that she is simple and naive, but most of the time, she is very smart, she just doesn't like to lie.
How could she not understand what the young cabinet minister Yan Shifan said? Isn't it just so that she can say something nice when the time comes? If His Majesty asks whether there are fairies in heaven, she will say yes. Even though she knew that there were no fairies in heaven and no real dragons in the world, she still said there were. What she couldn't understand was why her master asked her to come down the mountain and represent the Zhengyi sect to enter the palace and accompany His Majesty in cultivating immortality. She felt that the world down the mountain was so complicated. "Master Qingfeng," Yan Song raised his hand and pressed it lightly, signaling Yan Shifan to stop talking, and turned to look at Qingfeng, "Have you heard that the whole world belongs to the king?" "Hmm." Qingfeng didn't understand why they suddenly talked about 'king's land' again, but his master had told him to follow Lord Yan's arrangements after going down the mountain, so naturally he answered whatever Lord Yan asked. "Now, there are scattered cultivators in the court who are bewitching Your Majesty and misinterpreting the Way of Heaven. If this continues, the court and the people will be in turmoil. If Your Majesty reacts one day, it will inevitably implicate the entire orthodox Dao..." “By then, there will be no place for the Taoist sect in this land, and it may even lead to some heartbreaking tragedies.” As Yan Song spoke, his tone began to become more secretive. "In the past, the Three Wus and One Sect destroyed Buddhism. These are all clearly recorded in history. I worship Taoism and I cannot bear to see the Taoist sect suffer such an unprovoked disaster. I believe this is not what the Taoist wants." Hearing this, Qingfeng's body trembled slightly. Although he lowered his eyebrows and eyes, there was a hint of panic in the depths of his eyes. "Dad, it's great, really great!" Yan Shifan gave his father Yan Song a look without revealing his feelings while holding the teacup. "You are entering the palace this time with the responsibility of clearing the name of the Dao Sect and protecting its safety. Remember to be careful with your words and actions!" Listening to Yan Song's earnest teachings, Qingfeng took a deep breath, looked up at the kind old grandfather in front of him, nodded heavily and said "um". "Okay, okay, I won't say any more." At this time, Yan Song greeted Yan Shifan like a kind old grandfather, "It's noon, Shifan, have someone prepare the meal, prepare some light vegetarian food." "Yes, Dad." Yan Shifan stood up and left. "Qingfeng, if you want anything after entering the palace, just tell me, or you can ask Shifan for it."
"Thank you, Lord Yan. Qingfeng will remember it." Qingfeng was deeply moved. She heard from her senior brothers that Lord Yan was the biggest villain, but after these days, she felt that he was just an ordinary old grandfather. Just like Master, but not as strict as Master. After dinner, Qingfeng returned to his residence, while Yan Song and Yan Shifan began a new round of discussion in the study. "Dad, what do you think about His Majesty's sudden summons of Lu Bing?" Yan Shifan spoke first. Hearing this, Yan Song, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, continued to flip through the ancient books in his collection without paying any attention. After a while, he slowly said, "That is your Majesty's freedom. It is not our business to ask." "Lu Bing holds many secrets in his hands. Aren't you afraid of..." Yan Song interrupted Yan Shifan before he finished speaking, "As a minister, everyone has secrets." "But these secrets should not be kept from your majesty." Seeing Yan Shifan was about to say something, Yan Song said: "Don't you think that His Majesty values our Yan family because we hid it well and no one knows about it?" After hearing this, Yan Shifan opened his mouth, but was suddenly speechless. Indeed, there is no need to investigate what their family has done. Almost everyone in the world can count a few of them. How could Your Majesty not know? "But father, I really don't understand the practical significance of arranging a woman for His Majesty." Yan Shifan said again. Yan Song raised his eyelids, glanced at Yan Shifan, then took the book, turned around and slowly sat down on the couch. "Not everything has to be meaningful," Yan Song said calmly, "As the saying goes, a three-foot-thick ice doesn't form overnight. A family that accumulates good deeds will surely be blessed in the future. Small actions will have great uses when the time comes." "Patience is worn away little by little, but filial piety can be accumulated little by little, and it may be useful someday." "The reason why your majesty uses me, Yan Song, is because I understand him and my Yan family can protect him from the wind and rain." "I know how to be attentive. I know how to be attentive only to him." "A trickle of water makes a river, a small act of kindness reflects people's heart. It is always a pity to think back on everything. You can think of the bad things as well as the good things." As he spoke, Yan Song suddenly fell silent. After a while, he started snoring again. It turned out that he had fallen asleep while sitting. Seeing this scene, Yan Shifan thought for a moment, bowed to his old father, turned around and left the study. "Come here," Yan Shifan called the servant beside him, "Let my fourth wife go to Taoist Master Qingfeng's courtyard and discuss the two Taoist classics, "Su Nu Jing" and "Dong Xuan Zi" with her." "Let her teach Taoist Qingfeng how to help His Majesty practice after entering the palace!" "Yes!" The servant bowed and turned to leave. Influenced by Emperor Jiajing, Yan Shifan was not only good at writing Qingci, but also had a deep knowledge of Taoism. His nine wives were all extremely beautiful. At the same time, each of them has unique skills and is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The fourth wife is a cultivator. The most important thing is that he made great contributions to the sexual techniques in Taoist classics such as "Su Nu Jing" and "Dong Xuan Zi". Yan Shifan naturally knew the purpose of his father sending Qingfeng to the emperor, so he simply made things more straightforward.
"Dad is still too conservative. That girl looks as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. How can she serve His Majesty well if she is not enlightened?" Having said that, Yan Shifan turned and left. A small summons. The news that the imperial court would start political affairs ahead of schedule caused a turmoil and undercurrents in the circles of power and nobility in the Ming Dynasty. Jiajing naturally didn't know about this. At this time, he was practicing the 'Qi Inducing Technique' exercise route over and over again, cultivating and consolidating his Qi training level. Finally, a day passed quickly, and soon it was the seventh day of the first lunar month in the fortieth year of Jiajing. The snow continued to fall and the Imperial Finance Meeting began ahead of schedule. "..." I don’t know if anyone has read this. If so, please give it a few recommendation votes. If you have monthly tickets, please also vote for it. Thank you! (End of this chapter)