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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is the 20th year of Jiajing, mid-December.

Although it was December, this year's Ming Dynasty was only dry and cold, and there was no snow. Such an unusual climate made the people of the Ming Dynasty sitting up and down sitting feeling uncomfortable.

As the saying goes, auspicious snow indicates a good harvest. For the people, there is no snow this winter, and the harvest for the next year can be almost determined, which will definitely be bad.

For officials, without a good harvest, it means that national taxes are difficult to collect, which will inevitably affect the treasury revenue and expenditure in the next year. Once the national conditions change, whether it is natural disasters or military disasters, it will catch the Ming Dynasty off guard.

Among them, the most upset person is Emperor Jiajing Zhu Hou's heartbroken. There is no snow in October, wait a little longer. There is no snow in November, and it is restless. There is no snow in December...

In that month, three consecutive edicts for guilt were issued one after another.

But even so, God did not give him any face, and the snow still did not fall.

It is already in the middle of the year. In order to show that he is a family heir of poetry and books, Yan Mansion on Qianmen East Street has hung brand new lanterns, and the inscriptions "Welfare", "Qing'an", "Shunhe", etc. on the big red lanterns are all written by Yan Song, the Minister of Rites.

Yan Song's handwriting is good, how good is it? As long as the official documents of the Ministry of Rites are submitted to Zhu Houcan, Yan Song must copy them himself. In other words, in the entire Ministry of Rites, only Yan Song's handwriting is the most favored by Zhu Houcan.

Qianmen East Street is a settlement area for first-rank officials of the imperial court. The families of officials who came and went to lift the curtains of the carriages and carriages to see the lively scene of the Yan Mansion.

Crossing the carriage, there were a long line of green curtained sedan chairs with numbers, entering the gate of Yan's mansion in order.

Zhao Wenhua turned over and dismounted, and his servants from Yan's mansion came to take away the horse. The housekeeper of Yan's mansion came forward and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Wenhua smiled kindly and said, "I informed the East Tower and said that the twenty-school girl from Shanxi has arrived."

The butler lowered his head and said yes, and turned around to report.

After a while, Yan Shifan was tidying up his clothes while greeting him.

Yan Shifan smiled innocently with a gentle and elegant smile, bowed slowly, and said warmly: "Brother is here."

Zhao Wenhua bowed his hand and asked, "How is the godfather's body?"

"My father is in good health, and Brother Lao is concerned about it."

Zhao Wenhua looked back and said to the servant beside him: "Give things."

"Yes." The servant waved his hand again, and the four servants held generous gifts in both hands and handed them to the servants of the Yan Mansion.

Since Zhao Wenhua became Yan Song as his godfather, whenever he came to Yan's mansion, he would definitely give him a gift, to Yan Song, Ouyang, Yan Shifan, and even to more than 20 concubines of Yan Shifan. In this way, this godfather is very popular in Yan's mansion.

Yan Shifan put on his belt again and said with a smile: "Brother, you are so polite."

Zhao Wenhua teased: "Who is the lady who serves the East Building so vigorously?"

Yan Shifan didn't blush and replied brightly: "Nineteen, I somehow changed my soft Wu dialect, and every call, it was very wonderful."

Zhao Wenhua laughed in a low voice and said, "Do you know that there is a Jinshi this year, who is now in the pedestrian department, in charge of the Hajjang's pilgrimage and hiring, named Yan Maoqing."

"Ah." Yan Shifan seemed to have heard someone mention it, but he was not very familiar with it, and replied: "It seems to have heard it before."

Zhao Wenhua replied: "It doesn't matter if you have heard it before, but Yan Maoqing is a fellow fellow. He just heard the East Tower mention that Mrs. Nineteen had recently changed her soft words from Wu Nong, and then he remembered that he had mentioned it to Brother Wei. A young lady in his room learned a palace accent, haha, it was also amazing."

Yan Shifan turned his eyes and thought, this was a new way of playing. He smiled and said, "See him one day."

Zhao Wenhua nodded.

Yan Shifan smiled and said, "What about the beautiful girl from Shanxi Road?"

Zhao Wenhua smiled innocently, and his palms hit each other twice, and a row of twenty sedan chairs were pulled apart by the servants standing outside.

The girls took small steps, walked out of the sedan chair, and stood in two rows neatly in an orderly manner.

Zhao Wenhua pointed to a petite girl in the second row and said, "That, surnamed Zhou, named Chaolu, is good at Wu."

He is good at dancing and his figure is softer than that of an ordinary girl.

Yan Shifan unconsciously felt dry mouth and tongue. He thrust under him and said, "It's her."

"Zhou Chaolu." Zhao Wenhua shouted.

The girl named Zhou didn't understand what was going on, so she was taken away by the police. On the other side, a yamen staff brought a candidate girl from outside and stuffed her directly into Zhou Chaolu's position.

Yan Shifan whispered: "Yesterday, Master Xia wrote another memorial for blessings and longevity. Your Majesty was worried about the matter of no snow, but Master Xia's poems became more and more perfunctory, which shows your majesty's anger."

Zhao Wenhua laughed softly and replied, "Brother Yu is going to send His Majesty a blessing and longevity." As he said, he glanced at the twenty sedan chairs in his eyes. Then he said, "The East Building should also write a green poem quickly to respond to Master Xia."

"Haha." Yan Shifan laughed and bowed: "I'm sending my brother out."

"good!"

Twenty sedan chairs with fresh life were lined up in a row and headed to the deep palace where they absorbed their lives.

The businesswomen in the streets of Beijing looked at them with envious eyes, but the old woman selling tea said, "I don't know if this group is going to endure the widow or enjoy the happiness."

Zhao Wenhua left Yan Mansion and headed straight to the palace. He was delighted. Now that he had the Yan Mansion as his backer, his official position became bigger and bigger, and his wealth was getting wider and wider. It turned out that being an official was not difficult.

Qin Fu, the eunuch in charge of the seal, counted the name of the girl according to the genealogy of the document, and handed the seal document back to Zhao Wenhua. Zhao Wenhua's errands were all done for this trip.

Qin Fu looked at Chen Hong behind him and asked, "Eunuch Chen, go and report the good news to His Majesty."

Chen Hong hummed secretly, but his face was full of smiles and replied: "Your Majesty has been bored for many days, and finally there is a happy event. It's time to print the father-in-law, you go and report the good news."

After hearing Chen Hong's words, Qin Fu smiled, as if to show his broad mind and said like giving alms: "Eunuch Chen, go with our family."

"Yes, thank you for your father-in-law." Chen Hong lowered his head, Qin Fu walked over to him and walked out the door. Chen Hong raised his eyes slightly and looked at him. His eyes became colder and colder. He snorted, and he tidied his clothes and sleeves, and followed him.

Qin Fu came to Zhu Houcon's bedroom and saw Huang Jin guarding outside the palace gate.

The two bowed to each other, and Huang Jin said, "It has not snowed since the beginning of winter. Your Majesty is alone in the hall to burn incense and fast and pray for snow. I feel unhappy. If it is not a good thing..." He bowed and said, "If the people below can work together, they can just live by themselves. Don't disturb Your Majesty's peace of mind."

Qin Fu nodded and replied: "It was Zhao Wenhua who came back from Shanxi Road."

"So that's it. It seems that the incident of refugees on Shanxi Road in August has been over. Alas, there are too many people who have died this year."

Qin Fu raised his eyes and looked at the hall gate, saying, "Your Majesty, I will wait here. If you have time, go in." So he stood quietly by the side and waited.

Huang Jin looked up at the dark and depressing sky. Seeing the New Year, I don’t know when the first snow will come. God bless the Ming Dynasty.

Why.
Chapter completed!