I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 119
In recent days, Li Chunfang, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, has been very busy. While he has to repeatedly confirm the sacrificial process, he has to prepare the sacrificial documents needed for the sacrificial ceremony at that time, so as to ensure that there will be nothing wrong with the sacrificial ceremony, and there will be no mistakes. After all, this is his Since taking office, it is the first time that I am in charge of such an important matter!

"Sir, it's getting late, let's rest for a while." Li Chunfang's wife comforted her husband, looking at his dejected state.

"Wait, it will be almost done in a while." Li Chunfang replied perfunctorily, her hands kept moving.

Time passed by so slowly, and I don't know how long it took. Li Chunfang let out a long sigh of relief, put down the brush in his hand, looked at the completed ritual, and couldn't help but sigh: "Ah, it's finally finished!"

I saw it said: "The way to govern people, don't rush to ritual. There are five scriptures on ritual, don't pay more attention to sacrifice. Sacrifice is not something that comes from the outside, it is born from the heart; present……"

When Li Chunfang's wife saw this, she called the servants to bring tea and pastries.

"My dear, you should pay more attention to rest, don't get tired out." Li Chunfang's wife came forward and said coquettishly.

"It's clear, it's just that this is the first errand I've received for my husband since he became the Secretary of the Ministry of Rites. Naturally, it must be done beautifully, so that my husband can also gain a firm foothold."

"By the way, have many wives of officials and eunuchs invited you to embroidery gatherings recently?" Li Chunfang turned around and asked his wife.

"How does my beloved know?" Li Chunfang's wife was a little surprised when she heard this.

"This kind of thing can be known after a little thought." After Li Chunfang finished speaking, she put a piece of pastry into her mouth.

"What does the beloved want me to do?" Li Chunfang's wife bit her lip and asked.

"I hope you can pay more attention to this aspect. After all, my husband is now the minister of the Ministry of Rites. I don't know how many people are jealous. You can avoid the traps in the open, but the knives, guns and sticks in the dark are hard to guard against!"

"It's really a good job, I will pay attention to it."

"As long as you and your child live well, even if you suffer a little for your husband, you will be happy in your heart!" Li Chunfang said softly, holding his wife in his arms.

"Husband..." Li Chunfang's wife looked at her husband affectionately, with all sorts of amorous feelings in her eyes.

Li Chunfang didn't hesitate, and kissed her directly, without saying a word all night.

……

Early in the morning, Yan Mansion.

Since the emperor appointed Yan Shifan as the chief examiner of the imperial examination, except for going to court, Yan Shifan locked himself in the house all day long, thinking hard about the questions of the imperial examination.

Since Yan Shifan was both an official and a worker, the imperial court did not allow him to report in the small black room where the examiners of previous imperial examinations would go, out of consideration for handling affairs. Instead, he was allowed to stay at home and slowly think about the exam questions.

'Bang bang bang! '

At this moment, from Yan Shifan's room, there was a sound of broken ceramics.

"Master Xiao Ge lost his temper again?" Seeing this, a servant sweeping the floor stopped his work and lowered his voice.

"Isn't it? Ever since His Majesty let him serve as the chief examiner of the imperial examination and was in charge of the examination questions, his temper has become more and more bad! He shut himself in the room all day long, without speaking, just holding a pen and paper The one who writes and draws there looks crazy..." The companion who was in charge of pruning the branches and leaves took over the conversation, seeing no one around, and said.

"Hush, keep your voice down, you can't say this, if someone else hears it, we'll both have to go around!" Seeing his companion say this, the sweeping servant hurriedly put down the broom in his hand, reminded.

"Oh." The servant who was reminded quickly stopped and continued with the work at hand.

……

"Smash you, smash!"

At this time, Yan Shifan's room was in a mess. The large vase that had been placed on the table had disappeared, the floor was full of ceramic fragments and torn white paper, and reference books were also scattered all over the place.

After venting his emotions, Yan Shifan summoned his servants and said lightly, "Clean this up."

"Yes." Seeing Yan Shifan getting angry, the servant became more careful in his movements. These days, he had heard rumors about Xiaoge Lao, saying that his temper was even worse.

After a while, the ceramic fragments and torn paper on the ground were cleaned up, and a brand new large vase was placed on the table. After everything was cleaned up, the servant bowed and left.

In fact, at the beginning, Yan Shifan was far from being so irritable.

At the beginning, when Yan Shifan had no inspiration and couldn't think of exam questions, he would often choose to put down the brush in his hand, go out of the room to get some air, and at the same time open up his mind, and think about it after he felt comfortable.

Later, as each idea was vetoed by him, Yan Shifan became more and more angry, and at the same time became more and more anxious. He looked at the books on the desk and wished he could burn them all.

At this moment, the housekeeper of the Yan Mansion came in and said respectfully: "Mr. Ge, Mr. Ge asked you to go to the study. He has something to tell you."

"Well, I see, you go down." Yan Shifan nodded after hearing this, and after dismissing the housekeeper, he went to his father Yan Song's room.

"Father, are you looking for me?"

As soon as Yan Shifan entered Yan Song's study, he saw Yan Song stepping on a stool, tremblingly trying to take down the books on the bookshelf, but the floor was full of all kinds of books, which looked very messy and disorderly .

Seeing this, Yan Shifan couldn't help but turn pale with shock, quickly helped Yan Song off the stool, and respectfully said: "Father, let me do it!"

After Yan Shifan finished speaking, he took down the book that Yan Song wanted earlier, and respectfully sent it to Yan Song.

Yan Song took the book and said calmly: "I heard from my servant that you have lost your temper recently?"

"Who is gossiping in front of father? The boy will never let him go lightly!" Yan Shifan was furious after hearing Yan Song's words, and immediately said in a deep voice.

"Don't care who said it to me, just say, have you lost your temper recently?" Yan Song stared straight into Yan Shifan's eyes and asked.

"Yes, father, my son has encountered some bottlenecks recently, and I'm not in a good mood, just now..." Yan Shifan didn't dare to look at Yan Song, so he could only bow his head silently, and responded.

"If you can't think of it for a while, you don't have to force it."

"It's just right, the weather is good today, take out the books in the study for me to dry!" Yan Song looked at the books piled on the ground and said.

"Yes!" After Yan Fan responded, he picked up the books scattered on the ground and carried them outside.

……

"Father, the move is almost over!"

Yan Shifan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"Well, let's rest for a while." After Yan Song finished speaking, the maid at the side handed Yan Shifan a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"Father, why did you suddenly think of publishing books today?" Yan Shifan was quite puzzled by this.

"The weather is good today, so I just want to free up the books in the study and dry them in the sun to avoid being eaten by moths! These books have also been with me for decades, Yan Song. Since I became an official, I have been Take them!"

"In the past, I posted these books myself, but now, I'm old!"

Looking at the neatly arranged books on the ground, Yan Song seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and said slowly.

"No way, father's body is still very strong!" Yan Shifan comforted Yan Song when he saw that his mood had become depressed.

"You, you don't have to worry too much about the imperial examination questions. If you really can't, you can use the questions from previous years as a reference." Yan Song said lightly, bending down and fiddling with the books on the ground.

"Yes, my son, thank you for your father's teaching." Yan Shifan immediately bowed and saluted.

(End of this chapter)