I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

When the banquet ended, it was already very late.

Capital City, Yan Mansion.

After the sedan stopped, a servant soon came forward and carefully helped Yan Song and Yan Shifan out of the sedan.

Looking at Yan Shifan who was extremely drunk, Yan Song's face was full of helplessness.

Then, he turned around, looked in the direction of Hu Zongxian, and said with emotion: "Ru Zhen, I'm bothering you again this time!"

When Hu Zongxian heard what Yan Song said, he immediately lowered his head and responded without thinking: "Teacher, don't worry, it's just a simple effort!"

Hearing this, Yan Song didn't say much, but turned around, looked in the direction of the housekeeper, and gave instructions: "Send him to the room to rest, and also tell the kitchen to make two bowls of sobering soup." Come to the study!"

"Yes, sir!"

After the butler responded, he motioned to the waiting maid to come forward and help the unconscious Yan Shifan away.

After that, Yan Song glanced at Hu Zongxian, and then said: "Ruzhen, come here with me, I have something to tell you!"

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Seeing Yan Song being so solemn, Hu Zongxian couldn't help but perked up, leaned down and responded respectfully.

Then, Hu Zongxian stepped forward, carefully supported Yan Song, and walked in the direction of the study.

At this time, Yan Song looked shaky and senile. He had to stop and rest every ten steps.

When Hu Zongxian saw this situation, he shook his head and sighed secretly: "It seems that the teacher is really old!"

"Teacher, please slow down and watch your step!"

"Ah."

With Hu Zongxian's support, Yan Song stepped onto the stairs of the study.

After entering the study, Yan Song stretched out his skinny hand, pointed to the empty seat beside him, and said: "Sit down!"

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After hearing Yan Song's words, Hu Zongxian had no intention of refusing and sat down on the empty seat beside him.

Not long after they sat down, a maid came forward and brought a bowl of steaming tea and some pastries for Yan Song and Hu Zongxian.

"Try it, this is the Shifeng Longjing that was just delivered a while ago!"

"Ah."

After hearing Yan Song's words, Hu Zongxian immediately picked up the teacup and took a sip.

After putting down the tea cup in his hand, Hu Zongxian looked in the direction of Yan Song and praised: "Well, it's sweet in the mouth, with a long aftertaste, and a hint of bitterness. It's really good tea!"

After listening to Hu Zongxian's comments, Yan Song had a warm smile on his face, stroked his beard, and said unhurriedly: "Since you like it, I will send some to your house another day."

When Hu Zongxian heard Yan Song's words, a look of gratitude appeared on his face at the right time, and he arched his hands to Yan Song to express his gratitude: "Thank you very much, teacher!"

"Ah."

……

After that, the study fell into a long silence. Neither Yan Song nor Hu Zongxian had the intention to speak.

Time passed by slowly. I don’t know how long it had passed. I saw Hu Zongxian mustering up the courage to look in the direction of Yan Song and asked: "Teacher, you said before that you have something to explain to the students. I dare to ask... "

Hearing this, Yan Song glanced at Hu Zongxian, and after pondering for a moment, he said calmly: "Ruzhen, I am getting old as a teacher, and my energy is not as good as before."

"Therefore, after a while, I plan to appeal to His Majesty to request an official appointment and retire from the position of chief minister of the cabinet."

When Hu Zongxian heard Yan Song's words, his pupils suddenly shrank, his face was full of disbelief, and he hesitated: "Old...teacher, you..."

Yan Song seemed to have anticipated what Hu Zongxian wanted to say next, and shook his head in a subtle way, signaling Hu Zongxian to be silent.

Then, Yan Song's slightly emotional voice was heard: "Ruzhen, the most correct decision I have made in my life is to accept you as my student!"

"My teacher is old and I can't teach you anything anymore. You can only walk on your own in the future!"

When Hu Zongxian heard Yan Song's words, he couldn't help but be touched. He stood up from his seat, looked in the direction of Yan Song, and said with emotion.

"Teacher, you were the one who recommended students to work in Zhejiang. When the front line was tight and there was a lack of food and salary, it was you, teacher, who worked hard to mediate behind the scenes. It can be said that without your support, teacher, I, Hu Zongxian, would not be where I am today."

"The teacher's great kindness cannot be repaid by the students. Please accept the students' respect!"

After Hu Zongxian finished speaking, he knelt on the ground with utmost respect and then bowed down.

Seeing this situation, Yan Song had an inexplicable look on his face. Then, he stood up from his seat tremblingly, stepped forward personally, and helped Hu Zongxian up from the ground.

"Ru Zhen, get up. Over the years, I don't know how much I have benefited from you as my teacher!"

After helping Hu Zongxian up from the ground, Yan Song sat back on the chair and continued: "This is a great victory on the front line. I am dead. Being a teacher can be regarded as a long-cherished wish. I can witness it with my own eyes." The imperial court defeated the Tatars and died for the master without regrets!”

When Yan Song said this, a look of memory appeared on his face, and he continued.

"For the Gengxu Rebellion that occurred in the 29th year of Jiajing, most of the responsibility lies with the teacher."

"It was Weishi who recommended General Qiu Luan to Your Majesty. In the end, the imperial army did not dare to go to war and allowed Anda Khan to go away with plunder for eight days. After the incident, Weishi put all the blame on Ding Rukui (kui ), leading to his unjust death.”

"This matter has also become a worry for me. It was not until recently that the battle report of the great victory on the front line came, that I was relieved."

Seeing Yan Song calmly recounting these past events, Hu Zongxian's face was filled with an inexplicable look.

After that, Yan Song's slightly emotional voice was heard again: "Since my wish is over, instead of continuing to stay in the position of chief minister of the cabinet, it is better to be wiser, step down voluntarily, and leave the position to Those who come later, keep the last bit of dignity!”

After Yan Song finished speaking, he looked in the direction of Hu Zongxian with a look of sadness on his face, and continued: "Ruzhen, I have one last thing to ask of you as my teacher!"

As soon as Yan Song finished speaking, Hu Zongxian looked stern, lowered his head, and responded without thinking: "Teacher, it doesn't matter. As long as the students can do it, they will do their best!"

Yan Song heard Hu Zongxian's words, and a look of relief flashed on his face. After thinking about it for a long time, he slowly said: "Ruzhen, I only have such a son. I hope that after you serve as an official, you can be a little more... Take care of him!"

After listening to Yan Song's request, Hu Zongxian made a promise without hesitation: "Teacher, don't worry, the students will do it!"

After hearing the promise made by Hu Zongxian, Yan Song remained silent for a long time.

Then, he came back to his senses, sighed, looked in the direction of Hu Zongxian, and said slowly: "Ru Zhen, Ru Zhen, it seems that you still haven't listened to what the teacher told you before! "

"Remember, if you want to survive in the officialdom, you must first be hard-hearted. Except for yourself, everyone can be sacrificed. This naturally includes the teacher and others. Do you remember?"

Hu Zongxian did not agree with Yan Song's words. He raised his head, looked directly into Yan Song's eyes, and said word by word: "Teacher, I, Hu Zongxian, may not be a famous minister, but I cannot be a villain!"

"If you need to betray your mentor in order to get a chance to survive, the student would rather die!"

When Hu Zongxian said this, his face was full of determination.

……

Yan Song obviously did not expect Hu Zongxian to say such words, and could not help but be stunned for a moment.

Right now, for Yan Song, the only people who can inherit his political legacy are his son Yan Shifan and Hu Zongxian.

Although Yan Shifan is very clever, he often only cares about immediate interests and fails to see longer-term things.

It can be said that he is the smartest person, but he has no big picture at all.

Because of this, Yan Song was even more attracted to Hu Zongxian, a student. In his opinion, Hu Zongxian was loyal to the country, almost never made mistakes in major matters, and was deeply trusted by His Majesty. He was the best candidate to inherit his political legacy.

However, because he has been sitting in the position of chief minister of the cabinet for too long and has accumulated great prestige, even if he retires from the position of chief minister of the cabinet, the remaining people will immediately join Yan Shifan's command.

Afterwards, Yan Song suppressed all the chaotic thoughts in his heart, came to his senses, looked in the direction of Hu Zongxian with a look of relief, and said slowly: "Okay, Ruzhen, with your words, I will be my teacher." not worried!"

When Yan Song said this, he paused for a moment and continued: "In the next period of time, don't come to my teacher's place again, and don't have any interactions with my teacher again. Do you understand?"

When Hu Zongxian heard Yan Song's words, his face was full of confusion. Just when he was about to ask, he heard a "squeak", the door of the room was pushed open, and several maids walked in.

After the maid delivered the sobering soup to Yan Song and Hu Zongxian respectively, she respectfully stepped aside.

"Ruzhen, it's getting late. After drinking this bowl of hangover soup, go back!"

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Seeing that Yan Song issued an order to expel guests, Hu Zongxian had no choice but to suppress all the doubts in his heart. After drinking the bowl of sobering soup, he stood up and said goodbye to Yan Song.

"Teacher, the student has resigned!"

"Ah."

At this time, Yan Song looked like he was sleeping but not sleeping. After Hu Zongxian left the room, he opened his cloudy eyes and said quietly.

"Ru Zhen, Ru Zhen, this is all you can do as a teacher, otherwise, when Xu Jie comes to power, you will all be liquidated!"

"Gao Gong, Gao Suqing, I hope you can remember your past love and be lenient to others!"

……

The night passed in the blink of an eye, and in the early morning of the next day, when Yan Shifan came to Yan Song's room as usual to greet Yan Song, he suddenly discovered that Yan Song was coughing uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Yan Shifan's face was full of panic. He immediately stepped forward, patted Yan Song's back gently, and asked with concern: "Father, what's wrong with you? Is it possible that you have tuberculosis again?"

Yan Song didn't seem to care about this, he just waved his hand and said casually: "It's okay, I just feel the cold occasionally. I don't have to be on duty today, just take a day off!"

With the lessons learned from last time, Yan Shifan naturally did not dare to neglect. After comforting Yan Song, he rushed to the Tai Hospital without stopping.

Since there is no duty today, there are not many imperial doctors in the imperial hospital.

When the boy in charge of the gate learned about Yan Shifan's identity and purpose of coming, he did not dare to hesitate at all and ran in as fast as possible to report. At the same time, Yan Shifan was also taken to a room specially used for entertaining guests in Taiyuan Hospital.

"Why hasn't anyone come yet?"

At this time, Yan Shifan's face was full of anxiety and he was pacing back and forth in the room.

Just when Yan Shifan's patience was about to be worn away, he heard a rush of footsteps outside the room.

Seeing that the person coming was Dr. Li, Yan Shifan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted him.

Seeing Yan Shifan's face full of impatience, Doctor Li asked intermittently without taking a break: "Xiao... Mr. Xiao Ge, what happened?"

"My father has started to cough again. Please ask Dr. Li to come with me!"

After learning the news from Yan Shifan, Doctor Li's face was full of solemnity.

"Is it possible that Mr. Yan Ge's tuberculosis has recurred again?"

At this time, a thought suddenly flashed through Dr. Li's mind.

Immediately, Doctor Li organized the words in his mind, looked in the direction of Yan Shifan, and asked.

"Mr. Xiao Ge, please calm down first and tell me what symptoms Mr. Yan Ge has?"

"My father started coughing when he woke up this morning, but he had no other symptoms..."

After listening to Yan Shifan's account, Dr. Li waved, summoned an apprentice, and said: "Bring me my medicine box right away!"

After the apprentice responded, he left quickly. When he came back, he was carrying Doctor Li's medicine box on his shoulders.

"Mr. Xiaoge, without further ado, let's go there right away!"

"Ah."

……

Capital City, Yan Mansion.

After the sedan stopped, a servant came forward and carefully helped Dr. Li out of the sedan.

"this way please!"

"Ah."

Under the guidance of Yan Shifan, Dr. Li came to Yan Song's room.

Seeing Yan Song lying on the bed, coughing from time to time, Doctor Li's heart suddenly sank.

"Didn't Mr. Yan Ge lively participate in the banquet held by His Majesty at the Huangji Palace yesterday? Why did he fall ill in the blink of an eye?"

"And it looks like he's very ill!"

After that, Dr. Li suppressed all the chaotic thoughts in his heart, leaned down, and saluted Yan Song respectfully: "Old Yan Ge!"

Hearing this, Yan Song opened his cloudy eyes and sat up from the bed. After looking at Dr. Li up and down, he slowly said: "Oh, it's Dr. Li. Why are you here?"

After hearing Yan Song's words, Dr. Li immediately turned around, looked in the direction of Yan Shifan, and responded without thinking: "Old Yan Ge, it was Mr. Xiao Ge who called me here!"

"Mr. Yan Ge, you should continue to lie down and let me take your pulse."

"Ah."

After Yan Song responded, he looked in the direction of Yan Shifan and ordered: "Go out first!"

"Yes, father!"

Although Yan Shifan wanted to know immediately what illness Yan Song had, he still followed Yan Song's instructions and left the room.

When Yan Shifan left the room, he also closed the door behind him.

After Yan Shifan left the room, Dr. Li gathered his thoughts, came to Yan Song, and took his pulse.

During the process of taking the pulse, Doctor Li frowned and his face became increasingly ugly.

It's not because of how serious Yan Song's illness is, but because Yan Song's pulse is stable, his breathing is smooth, and there is no sign of illness at all!

On this point, Dr. Li can vouch for this with his many years of experience in practicing medicine!

At the same time, Dr. Li soon realized that he was involved in a political whirlpool!
"Since Mr. Yan Ge is not sick, why does he pretend to be sick?"

The more he thought about it, the more Doctor Li felt a chill running down his spine.

Because no matter what Yan Song's calculations were, he, a little imperial physician, could not get involved. If he was not careful, he would be implicated and become a victim of political struggles.

Just when Dr. Li was in a state of confusion, he heard Yan Song's voice, bringing him back to reality: "Doctor Li, in your opinion, what disease do I have?"

"Yan... Mr. Yan Ge, I will tell you the truth, you..."

Just when Dr. Li wanted to subconsciously tell the fact that Yan Song was not sick at all.

As if he suddenly realized something, he stopped talking abruptly and swallowed the words he had not yet spoken out back into his stomach.

Doctor Li suddenly realized that if he told Yan Song in front of him that he was not sick at all, he would be killed.

After all, no matter what Yan Song was planning secretly, he first needed the endorsement of himself, the imperial physician, to prove that Yan Song was sick.

Then, Dr. Li put on a stiff smile, looked in the direction of Yan Song, and said respectfully: "Mr. Yan Ge, don't worry, you just feel cold occasionally, and you are overworked recently, so you just need to rest for a while. alright!"

Yan Song seemed to be very satisfied with what Doctor Li said. He nodded and said in agreement, "Well, I'm sorry to bother you, Doctor Li, for making this trip!"

"No, no, what Yan Ge said is serious, this is nothing more than my duty!"

When Dr. Li said this, he paused for a moment and then continued to add: "Mr. Yan Ge, I will prescribe a prescription for Mr. Xiaoge later. Remember to take the medicine on time."

"Mr. Yan Ge, please have a good rest. I won't disturb you anymore!"

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you, Doctor Li!"

When the words fell, Doctor Li did not dare to stay in the room for a moment, and immediately walked out of the room quickly.

……

As soon as Dr. Li walked out of the room, Yan Shifan, who had been waiting outside the room for a long time, immediately came up to him and asked eagerly: "Doctor Li, how is my father's condition?"

Doctor Li took in the expression on Yan Shifan's face, waved his hand, and said calmly: "Mr. Xiao Ge, don't worry, Mr. Yan Ge just feels cold occasionally, just take a rest!"

"I will prescribe a prescription for you later. You can take the medicine according to the prescription. Remember to decoct it with hot water and take it three times a day."

As soon as Dr. Li finished speaking, Yan Shifan immediately welcomed him into a side room and ordered people to prepare pen and paper.

After Imperial Physician Li wrote down the complete prescription on the paper, he handed it over to Yan Shifan.

After receiving the prescription from Imperial Physician Li, Yan Shifan read the contents with extra concentration.

"One coin for wolfberry, three coins for deer antler, five coins for astragalus, two coins for yam..."

Then, Yan Shifan called the housekeeper, handed over the prescription in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Send someone immediately to prepare the medicine according to this prescription!"

"Yes, Mr. Xiao Ge!"

Naturally, the housekeeper did not dare to disobey Yan Shifan's instructions. After taking the prescription from Yan Shifan's hand solemnly, he quickly left the room.

Seeing this, Dr. Li on the side couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately leaned down, bowed to Yan Shifan and said, "In this case, Mr. Xiaoge, I'll take my leave first!"

After Doctor Li finished speaking, he planned to leave, but before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by Yan Shifan.

I saw Yan Shifan beckoning, summoning a slave, and whispering a few words in his ear.

When the slave came back, he had a tray full of gold and silver treasures, as well as large amounts of silver notes.

"I bothered Dr. Li to go all the way. It's a small gift, but it's not respectful. I hope Dr. Li will accept it!"

After hearing Yan Shifan's words, Dr. Li licked his chapped lips with a bitter smile on his face.

Ever since Doctor Li knew that Yan Song was not sick at all, he understood that he had been inadvertently involved in a bottomless political whirlpool.

"You can still find a way to escape while the involvement is not deep now. If you accept the money, you won't be able to explain it clearly at that time."

Afterwards, Dr. Li suppressed all the chaotic thoughts in his heart, looked in the direction of Yan Shifan, and refused with a serious face.

"Mr. Xiaoge, take all of this back. Doctors have their own responsibility to relieve patients' pain and save lives. How can we collect any more rewards?"

"What's more, this is also the responsibility of the imperial physician!"

"Mr. Xiaoge, I'll take my leave now!"

After Dr. Li finished speaking, without waiting for Yan Shifan to respond, he shouldered the medicine box and walked out of the house.

Seeing Dr. Li's resolute attitude, Yan Shifan had no intention of forcing him, but personally sent Dr. Li out of the gate of Yan's mansion.

After walking out of the gate of Yan's Mansion, Doctor Li looked back with lingering fear.

He knew that what happened today would soon spread throughout the government and the public.

As a doctor who treats Yan Song, someone will definitely ask about Yan Song's condition from his own mouth.

Even if he told the truth and said that Yan Song was not sick at all, no one would believe him.

"Oh, what a troubled time it has been. It seems like we have to think about our way out!" (End of Chapter)