Chapter 83 Father, you are too tired! Don’t worry, this son of Ming Dynasty can carry him! The Ming Immortal Guards? ! When Lu Bing heard Jiajing say this, he was stunned. Lu Fang on the side also clenched his fists. The Immortal Guards of the Ming Dynasty, is the master finally going to start transforming the Ming Dynasty? He had long known that his master's ambitions were as vast as the sky, and he would definitely not be satisfied with just one person achieving enlightenment and becoming an immortal. What is needed to cultivate immortals is resources, and he has deeply experienced this in recent days, especially auxiliary materials such as spiritual source and spiritual rice. With the assistance of spiritual resources, cultivation can be said to be twice the result with half the effort. Therefore, the master cultivates the spiritual field in order to plant more spiritual objects to assist in cultivation. But as his realm improved, would the small courtyard behind Yuxi Palace be enough? No, it was far from enough! Not to mention that the master also took him and Lu Bing to practice Taoism. When there is plenty of money in the future, Prince Yu and Prince Jing will also practice Taoism, and the royal family will become stronger and stronger. This requires more spiritual fields to produce more resources. All of these require people, a large number of people to farm and provide resources for His Majesty the Master and these high-level officials.
Therefore, the future of the Ming Dynasty is destined to embark on a magnificent and vast road to becoming an immortal dynasty that no one has ever set foot on since ancient times. Everything is just the beginning, but before that, we need to develop a strong enough force to ensure control over the future Ming Dynasty. The Immortal Guards in front of us are just the beginning. As Jiajing's closest companion, the master and servant have a very deep understanding of each other. Lu Fang can be said to be the person who understands Jiajing best. Lu Bing looked at the 'Immortal Martial Arts' created by the immortals in his hand, took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, rest assured, Lu Bing will definitely create a perfect Ming Dynasty Immortal Martial Guard for you!" "Well," Jiajing nodded, "Don't have too many people in the first batch, just one thousand households will be enough, and we will handle it according to the needs." "Yes." Lu Bing nodded seriously, but he had already made up his mind. He then opened his mouth and said, "Your Majesty, I wonder if my son can practice this immortal martial arts..." Lu Bing knew the seriousness of the matter. The cultivation method for immortality was top secret. Only the emperor, Lu Fang and himself knew about it in the entire Ming Dynasty. Without permission, he naturally would not even think of giving it to his family. Unless he wants to give up his future path to becoming an immortal, the nine clans are tired of living! "Yes," Jiajing nodded, thinking of Lu Bing's son. This family is his confidant, so it is natural for them to practice this immortal martial arts. "The third thing." "The national policy of stationing troops to promote agriculture should be put on the agenda." "The Jinyiwei people should be sent to Datong in advance, and the 'mutual trade' on the border should also be investigated in advance," Jiajing leaned back in his chair, raised his finger and said: "Also, we can try to contact the tribes on the Mongolian grasslands and those in the far north and draw a map..." The Far North that Jiajing referred to was naturally the Siberia region of later generations. The Ming Dynasty at that time knew very little about these regions except for some trade contacts with border merchants. Jiajing had no idea about countries and regions outside the Ming Dynasty for the time being. He was an extremely greedy person, but as an emperor, he still paid attention to his eating manners and ate as much as he could digest. It’s too far-fetched to think about these things, but it is still necessary to do research, maps, etc. in advance. "Yes!" Lu Bing naturally knew that the northern border would be the battlefield between the Qingliu and Yan party in the future, and he had also heard recently that Prince Yu and Prince Jing might take action themselves. With so many dignitaries flocking to the border area at once, it is impossible for Mongolia and other places not to notice it, so his Jinyiwei naturally has to take the lead. As for the Far North, although little is known about it, a lot can be learned through the "trade" with the Turks. Those Turks knew many languages, which was not a difficult task for the Jinyiwei. After instructing Lu Bing on what to do, Jiajing took him and Lu Fang into the Lingtian courtyard and began to guide them in their cultivation. The day flies by.
At noon the next day, the weather was gloomy, with some light drizzle in the air and the air was filled with the smell of earth. Outside the Western Garden, Xu Jie, Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng, Zhao Zhenji and others had already arrived and were waiting at the palace gate. "Just wait here." Xu Jie glanced at the gloomy sky and spoke slowly with a serious expression on his face. Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng and Zhao Zhenji were also waiting in a solemn manner at this time. They were here to wait for Prince Yu. "Yan Song and his son have arrived." At this time, Zhao Zhenji looked at the two sedan chairs slowly approaching not far away and said. "Humph!" Gao Gong snorted coldly, "The Yan Party wanted to use the national policy of stationing troops in the north to promote agriculture to gain an opportunity for King Jing to return to the capital. Now it seems that their plan is going to fail!" "Minister Su, be careful with your words!" Xu Jie turned his head away and said in a low voice. Although everyone knew that Gao Gong was talking about the possibility that His Majesty's time was coming to an end, and even that he was inviting Prince Yu into the palace this time with the intention of establishing a crown prince, there were some things that were clear in their hearts and could not be expressed. Once it is known by someone with ulterior motives, it will be a catastrophic disaster. Gao Gong also knew that his words were a little sensitive, so he bowed and stopped talking. Following the servant's shout of "get off the sedan chair", Yan Shifan came out first, supporting his father Yan Song. "Everyone is here." After seeing Xu Jie and others were there, Yan Song hunched over, and with the support of Yan Shifan, he greeted everyone with a smile, like a kind old man. Although they wanted to get rid of the other party as soon as possible, Xu Jie and others still bowed slightly to show respect. "All the ministers are here," Chen Hong, the current powerful governor of the Western Depot and the governor of the Imperial Household Department, came out. "We are here to pick up His Royal Highness Prince Yu..." Chen Hong was still talking, but everyone in the cabinet just nodded lightly, and then they all stood in tacit understanding. For a moment, in the air filled with drizzling rain, there was a smell of embarrassment besides the fishy smell of soil. The two trusted godsons standing behind Chen Hong felt embarrassed for him and lowered their heads. That’s right, Chen Hong also has a godson. If Lu Fang can adopt a godson and be called ancestor by his subordinates, why can’t he? The important thing is that the master did not blame me. What does this mean? It means that the master is affirming that I am capable of doing things! Being treated coldly by both the Qingliu and Yan party in the cabinet, Chen Hong's face suddenly turned gloomy. He couldn't understand why he was suppressed by Lu Fang in the past, and was even less favored than the stupid Huang Jin. He was ignored by the people in the cabinet and treated as transparent and nothing. But now he was the respected Supervisor of the Western Factory, feared by all officials. The Western Factory is now suppressing the Eastern Factory and the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and I am valued by my master, but these people still treat me like this. This kind of indifference, as if looking at the air with cold eyes, deeply hurt Chen Hong's sensitive self-esteem. This group of corrupt civil servants are so good at hurting people! "Tap, tap, tap." At this time, a sound of footsteps was heard, and Prince Yu's sedan chair arrived. Chen Hong took a deep breath, put on a smile on his face, and hurried forward to greet him, saying: "I am Chen Hong, your servant, and I am here to greet His Highness Prince Yu on the orders of my master. May His Highness live a thousand years!" "Your Highness Prince Yu is here to pay his respects to you." Everyone in the cabinet bowed in greeting. "Your son thanks your Majesty," Prince Yu, dressed neatly in a dragon robe, came out of the sedan chair. He first nodded to Chen Hong, then looked at everyone in the cabinet and nodded, then smiled and walked towards Yan Song. "Lord Yan, you are getting healthier and healthier." "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Yan Song still looked very old. He raised his head with great effort and said, "Thanks to your Majesty's great blessing and the great Ming Dynasty's national destiny, I have lived to this age." "I don't know how long my old bones can last. I might not be able to bear it one day, haha..."
At the end, he shook his head and let out a self-deprecating smile. "Lord Yan is worrying too much. With the blessing of the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, a good official like Lord Yan will surely be in good health!" Prince Yu said with a smile, "It's time for us to go in too. Don't keep father waiting for too long." "Your Highness, please." Everyone let Prince Yu go first and they followed behind him. Chen Hong led the way in front. Prince Yu looked at the gloomy sky, then looked at the West Garden which was so quiet that there were almost no eunuchs. His heart sank again, and he couldn't help but feel sad. My father is indeed unwell! Lu Fang did not show up, but only sent Chen Hong, which meant that his father's health was so serious that Lu Fang needed to stay with him. Father, I have misunderstood you. You have shouldered too much for the Ming Dynasty and for your son. You are too tired. Next, Daming will let his son carry it on his back! Looking at the nearby Yuxi Palace, Prince Yu's expression became more solemn, and his steps became slower and more steady, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. Father, don’t worry, this son of the Ming Dynasty can be carried! "..." It is said that there is a magical thing called a monthly ticket. I don’t know what it looks like, but I really want to take a look… (End of this chapter)