The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

Yan Song smiled slightly, and rode his horse unhurriedly to the Forbidden City.

It was already noon at this time, and the scene in the Qianqing Palace was very grand. Thousands of big Han generals put on a guard of honor, and went all the way from the Meridian Gate and Tiananmen to the Qianqing Palace.

Many civil and military officials of the imperial court, as well as former important ministers of honor, saw Yan Song coming, and greeted Yan Song one after another.

But Yan Song could see that the smiles of these people carried a coldness that was not there in the past, and many people simply turned a blind eye to Yan Song and did not come to say hello.

You know, whenever Yan Song appeared in the past, he would immediately be surrounded by these people, Yuan Fu long and Yuan Fu short, talking non-stop.

Human feelings are indifferent, and the world is cold.

Yan Song smiled in his heart and wrote down the names of these people one by one.

On the contrary, Yang Bo was quite interesting, he ran all the way over, panting and said: "Old Yan Ge, the emperor told you to go in as soon as you arrive, and wait for you to discuss in the Yangxin Pavilion of Qianqing Palace."

As the two walked, Yan Song asked leisurely: "For some reason, these colleagues today look at me a little strangely."

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"Hey, didn't you ask for it?" Yang Bo looked at the courtiers with disdain and sneered: "You made a bet with the prince, saying that if you lose today, you will resign and go home to farm. The emperor personally testified. These courtiers are all You are going to go home, so who will curry favor with you with the gift of chief assistant?"

Yan Song laughed dumbly and said: "It's really cold in the world, dogs look down on people, and before I leave, this tea will be cold?"

Yang Bo smiled wryly and said: "To be honest, if I hadn't been too close to you and couldn't cut it off, I would have abandoned you. This time is too dangerous. The prince's party has arrived and is talking to the emperor. You just have to know it in your heart." .”

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Yan Song walked into the Yangxin Hall of Qianqing Palace.

This Hall of Mental Cultivation is the Dongpei Hall of the Qianqing Palace. It has always been the study of the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, as well as a place to rest and meet courtiers before going to court.Jiajing seldom used it. In later generations, many emperors of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties used this place as their bedroom and did not go back to the harem to sleep.Even if you dote on the noble concubine, you don't stay overnight, and you will go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to sleep when you are done.It is said that this was to prevent the emperor from being assassinated.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, apart from Jiajing, there are also Prince Edward, Bao Zheng, Xu Jie and others, and none of the elders are there.

Jiajing had heard about it a long time ago. Yan Song had a day off yesterday and didn't do anything. He obviously had no idea, so he asked Yan Song: "Yan Aiqing, can you explain to him if you don't want to take off flowers later?"

Yan Song smiled slightly: "Everything is on the subject."

The prince said in a strange way: "A certain person was unprepared, and spent his last day on women. If the affairs of the state are delayed, you, the chief assistant, will step down and go home to farm, and you deserve it."

Yan Song looked at the gloating expressions of the princelings, but he didn't try to defend himself. He nodded lightly and said: "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry, there are humble ministers for everything."

Seeing Yan Song's calmness, Jiajing praised him in his heart.

Whenever there is a calmness in major events, Mount Tai will not change color before the collapse, the pillar of the country.

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Chapter 675 Bao Zheng: The baby is suffering [7]

Huang Jin came to report: "Your Majesty, Tuotuobuhua has brought the Mongolian mission here, shouting that the deadline is up, let Daming come up with evidence."

Jiajing said displeased: "It's not yet three quarters in the afternoon, why are they so eager to come?"

Yan Song closed his eyes and meditated, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, one of my key witnesses has not arrived yet. Wait a little longer."

what?

Jiajing almost fell off the dragon chair.

Bao Zheng staggered and almost sat on the ground without getting his ass off.

Both the crown prince and Xu Jie were dumbfounded.

It's critical at this juncture, you patted your chest and said it's all right, but unexpectedly, the witness hasn't arrived yet?

Mr. Yan Ge, your heart is too big, right?

Let's go for a snack, okay?

Yan Song coughed "[-]" twice, and said in embarrassment: "I've already had someone pick it up, and it's still three quarters of an hour until three quarters noon. Don't worry, don't worry, haha."

The prince took the opportunity to complain and said: "Your Majesty, I heard that Mr. Yan Ge went back yesterday, but he was drinking and sleeping with the famous prostitute Liu Rushi in his arms. With such an attitude, it is no wonder that he missed a big deal."

Yan Song was surprised: "Did the prince not sleep last night?"

The prince was about to speak in a fit of rage, when there was a loud noise outside.

Huang Jin ran in, wiped his cold sweat and said, "Your Majesty, those Mongols, they couldn't wait any longer, and said they must give them an explanation now. Otherwise, they will return to Mongolia, and the two countries will go to war."

Jiajing was also sweating anxiously, and looked at Yan Song.

Yan Song said indifferently: "These Mongols made noise in the Forbidden City of the Imperial Palace and committed a crime of disrespect. Let Lu Bing lead someone to take them down, and catch them kneeling in front of the Qianqing Palace. When the time comes, I, Da Ming, will give them an explanation .”

The prince jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on and said, "Yan Song, if you can't explain your idea later, it will inevitably lead to war between the two countries. Are you responsible?"

Yan Song smiled slightly: "The emperor please give an order. How can the Mongols be allowed to jump on the beam in this palace?"

Jiajing also nodded, his face darkened, and he shouted: "Lu Bing! Go and arrest these Mongolians and make them kneel in the Qianqing Palace. After three quarters, I will give them an explanation."

This order is tantamount to handing over the national destiny of Daming and Mongolia to Yan Song's hands.

If Yan Song can produce enough evidence, if the Mongols have nothing to say, everything will be fine.

If not, war will start.

Three quarters passed in a flash.

The prince snorted coldly: "The time is up, father, we can't delay any longer."

Jiajing looked at Yan Song.