I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

The moment he said hello, Xu Jie was keenly aware of something wrong, because Yan Song's reaction was too slow, as if he didn't recognize himself.

At this time, Yan Song not only lacked the aura of the chief minister of the cabinet, but instead looked like a dying old man, full of old age.

"Okay, okay, it seems the news is correct. Yan Song's condition is indeed not optimistic. He is just holding on!"

When Xu Jie thought of this, a hint of joy flashed across his face.

In his opinion, the more Yan Song tries to behave as usual, the easier it is for him to reveal his flaws.

Despite this, Xu Jie still did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he withdrew his gaze from a distance and took the lead in provoking the topic: "I wonder if Mr. Yan Ge has heard of the rumors that have been widely circulated in the capital recently?"

When Yan Song heard what Xu Jie said, his face was filled with interest and he asked, "Oh, I'd like to hear the details."

Facing Yan Song's curious gaze, Xu Jie lowered his voice after considering his words.

"I heard that after the examination results were released, rumors spread in the capital that Zhang Juzheng, who was responsible for reviewing the examination papers this time, was a close friend of Xu Shangzhen, the prefect of Suzhou."

"It's really ridiculous. How could such rumors spread? In my opinion, those candidates must be jealous and spread the rumors!"

As soon as Xu Jie finished speaking, Yan Song responded without thinking.

Xu Jie seemed to agree with Yan Song's words. There was a look of emotion on his face. He nodded and said in agreement: "Yes, Mr. Yan Ge, you are right. After your Majesty learns about this matter, , took it seriously and immediately sent Jin Yiwei to investigate the source of the rumors."

"It turned out that several candidates who took the imperial examination were jealous of Xu Shixing's success in the imperial examination, so they deliberately spread rumors and wanted to destroy his reputation. As a result, these people were expelled from the imperial examination and were not allowed to take the imperial examination for ten years. "

Seeing that Yan Song did not respond for a long time, Xu Jie immediately looked in the direction of Yan Song without any hesitation.

At this time, Yan Song's eyelids were twitching, looking like he was sleeping but not sleeping. If Yan Shifan hadn't been there to support him, he would have fallen to the ground immediately.

When Xu Jie saw this situation, a look of worry appeared on his face at the right time, and he called softly: "Old Yan Ge, Mr. Yan Ge?"

Hearing Xu Jie's words, Yan Song seemed to be frightened and opened his eyes suddenly.

After being stunned for a moment, Yan Song seemed to suddenly realize something. He quickly looked in the direction of Xu Jie, his face full of apology: "I am old and useless. I almost fell asleep."

"It's okay, Mr. Yan Ge is busy with state affairs, so you should take care of yourself and get more rest!"

When Xu Jie heard this, he quickly waved his hand to express that he didn't care.

After that, the two sides did not bring up new topics, but entered the cabinet in silence.

After Gao Gong and Hu Zongxian came to the cabinet one after another, subordinate officials entered the cabinet and presented the memorials that needed to be dealt with urgently in front of everyone.

Afterwards, everyone began to deal with the memorials that were sent in an orderly manner.

After Xu Jie finished processing the last memorial in his hand, he picked up the tea cup with wolfberry water on the table, took a sip, stood up from his seat, and moved his limbs.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xu Jie observed Yan Song without attracting anyone's attention.

Today, Yan Song, when dealing with the memorials in front of him, is no longer as comfortable as before, but seems to be quite strenuous. He has to think for a long time every time he processes a memorial.

At this time, looking at Yan Song who was moving slowly, Xu Jie suddenly had such an idea flashing through his mind.

"Yan Song's behavior does not seem like a relapse of an old disease, but more like he is suffering from "dementia"."

The moment this idea came up, Xu Jie shook his head and eliminated the idea from his mind: "No, probably not. Yan Song was fine when he attended the banquet last time. What if Yan Song was fine at that time? If you suffer from dementia, there should be some signs!”

"Xu Jie, you must not take it lightly. What if this is a trap set by Yan Song?"

After warning himself like this, Xu Jie became cautious again and looked away from Yan Song.

……

In the blink of an eye, it's time to go on duty.

After all the memorials were processed, everyone left the cabinet one after another.

I saw Yan Shifan carefully supporting Yan Song and walking on the road paved with neat stone slabs in the Forbidden City.

At this time, Yan Shifan's heart was far less peaceful than it seemed on the surface, because he also noticed something strange about Yan Song.

Today's Yan Song gives people an unusually sluggish feeling, as if he hasn't had a good rest. Not only that, Yan Song often has a look of confusion on his face when he is processing the memorial.

Yan Shifan clearly remembered that last night, Yan Song fell asleep early in the morning after drinking the decoction. There was no problem of lack of sleep at all.

Recalling what happened before, Yan Shifan's heart suddenly sank.

"Could it be that my father is suffering from dementia?"

The more Yan Shifan thought about it, the more it seemed possible. After arriving at the place where the sedan was parked, Yan Shifan mustered up the courage to look in the direction of Yan Song and asked: "Father...Father, do you feel any discomfort?"

When Yan Song heard Yan Shifan's words, he stopped suddenly, and a look of doubt appeared on his face. After thinking about it for a moment, he shook his head and said decisively: "No, why do you ask this?"

After that, Yan Shifan seemed to suddenly remember something, and continued: "By the way, father, my son recently received a reply from Gao Hanwen, in which he mentioned..."

Before Yan Shifan finished speaking, a look of confusion appeared on Yan Song's face, and he subconsciously asked: "Gao Hanwen, which Gao Hanwen?"

When Yan Song finished speaking, the expression on Yan Shifan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, because his suspicion came true, and Yan Song really suffered from dementia!
Otherwise, there is no reason why his student Gao Hanwen cannot be remembered.

Immediately, Yan Shifan, with his last bit of luck, forced out a stiff smile and explained: "Father, have you forgotten, Gao Hanwen is my child's student!"

"Oh, after hearing what you said, I remembered that Gao Hanwen seems to be your student. Isn't he responsible for measuring fields in Zhejiang? Why did he suddenly write to you?"

Hearing this, Yan Song asked with a look of sudden realization on his face after recalling it for a long time.

When Yan Song finished speaking, Yan Shifan couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart. The situation he least wanted to see happened.

Yan Song really suffered from "dementia". He didn't even remember Gao Hanwen going to Bozhou to take up a post.

After this conjecture was confirmed, Yan Shifan first felt at a loss as to what to do. He could not imagine what kind of ripples this news would cause in both the government and the public if it spread.

When the time comes, Xu Jie, who is watching eagerly from the side, will definitely take action.

If Xu Jie is allowed to take the position of chief minister of the cabinet, the only thing waiting for him will be death!
At this time, Yan Shifan's brain was running rapidly, and he was thinking about what he should do to hide the news.

"No, let's go back first!"

After making up his mind, Yan Shifan carefully helped Yan Song onto the sedan, and then went straight back to Yan's mansion.

……

After returning to Yan's Mansion, Yan Shifan locked himself in a room alone and began to think about the next response.

"When did my father suffer from dementia? Why were there no signs before this!"

Yan Shifan murmured, supported his chin with one hand, and began to search for the scattered memories in his mind.

After a long time, Yan Shifan suddenly came back to his senses, with a look of sudden realization on his face, and said silently to himself: "By the way, I remember that when my father talked to me last time, he said that he would step down from the position of chief minister of the cabinet. Stand back and preserve your last bit of dignity.”

"Is it possible that my father had already noticed that he was suffering from dementia at that time?"

"Damn it, why didn't I notice it at all?"

When Yan Shifan thought of this, his face was full of regret that could not be concealed.

"The fact that my father is suffering from dementia may be able to be concealed for a short period of time, but as time goes by, it will inevitably be noticed by Xu Jie."

"Once Xu Jie senses something is wrong, he will take action immediately. At that time, I will never be able to defeat Xu Jie based on my own words."

"The most important thing right now is to cure my father's "dementia" as soon as possible, and at the same time delay it as much as possible to prevent Xu Jie from noticing that something is wrong. In addition, Luo Longwen and Zhang Runde must also hide it."

"Otherwise, before my father's "dementia" is cured, some people may be impatient to move closer to Xu Jie."

At this time, Yan Shifan began to rack his brains to search for available candidates. One idea after another flashed through his mind, but he rejected them one by one.

After thinking about it for a long time, Yan Shifan came back to his senses, tapped his fingers on the desk in front of him very rhythmically, and said silently to himself: "Should I tell Hu Zongxian about this? Maybe he can find a way?"

Yan Shifan's feelings for Hu Zongxian are very complicated. On the one hand, he is clearly Yan Song's son, but Yan Song still values ​​Hu Zongxian more than himself.

On the other hand, in Yan Shifan's heart, he actually admired Hu Zongxian's achievements.

Hu Zongxian was both proficient in military affairs and at the same time very good at civil affairs. During his tenure as the governor-general of Zhejiang Province and the governor of Zhejiang, he managed the entire Zhejiang in an orderly manner. The people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the warehouses were abundant. When he left office, he was sent to him by the people spontaneously, and he also Received the Wanmin Umbrella.

When these two emotions intertwine, the emotion called jealousy is born.

"Well, no matter what, Hu Zongxian is also his father's student. There is no need to hide things like this from him!"

Yan Shifan shook his head, suppressed all the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and said so.

After making up his mind, Yan Shifan spread out his pen and paper and started writing a letter.

At this time, Yan Shifan was in a state of confusion. He did not get entangled in the red tape. He just picked up a pen and wrote on the paper. Come to the house quickly to discuss important matters!
After putting it into an envelope, Yan Shifan called the housekeeper and gave instructions: "Send this letter to Hu Zongxian's house immediately!" "Yes, Mr. Xiao Ge!"

Although the housekeeper was very curious about Yan Shifan's personal letter to Hu Zongxian, he was very discerning and did not ask any questions. After receiving the letter, he left the room.

After the housekeeper left, Yan Shifan withdrew his gaze, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and murmured to himself: "Then again, what should I do next about my father's 'dementia'?"

"How about going to the imperial doctor at the imperial hospital for diagnosis and treatment?"

The moment this idea came up, Yan Shifan shook his head and rejected it.

Yan Shifan knew clearly that if he went to the imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment, Yan Song's condition of "dementia" would be known to the whole court within half a day.

When the time comes, Xu Jie will definitely not let go of this golden opportunity.

"Those doctors among the people are even more unreliable. Let's not talk about the issue of confidentiality. Their medical skills are also open to question. What if the more treatment it gets, the more serious it becomes..."

After thinking about it, the figure of Dr. Li gradually emerged in Yan Shifan's mind.

"By the way, why did I forget about Dr. Li? He was born in Taiyuan Hospital, so he must be qualified in medical skills. Before this, Dr. Li had already diagnosed and treated my father several times, and he is quite trustworthy."

After finalizing the candidates, Yan Shifan's face was full of joy. In his opinion, as long as he delayed as much time as possible, things would turn around.

Even if Yan Song's "dementia" cannot be cured in the end, he can still buy time to wipe his butt clean.

……

On the other side, Hu Zongxian's mansion in the capital.

At this time, Hu Zongxian's face was full of sadness. Hu Zongxian had been thinking about this matter since Yan Song confessed to him that he was going to become an official.

"Speaking of why the teacher said before, don't have anything to do with him in the near future, and don't visit him at home."

"Besides, the teacher's state today is also very strange."

Recalling what happened today, Hu Zongxian's face became even more worried.

At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door, and then the butler's voice sounded outside: "Master, just now, someone from Xiaoge sent a letter."

"Oh, Mr. Xiaoge, why is he writing to me?"

When Hu Zongxian heard this, his face was full of surprise. After all, he and Yan Shifan had never dealt with each other very well.

After that, Hu Zongxian suppressed all the chaotic thoughts in his heart, nodded, and said: "Come in!"

After the words fell, there was only a "squeak" sound, and the door of the room was pushed open. Then, the housekeeper stepped in and handed over the letter in his hand.

"master!"

"Ah."

After handing over the letter in his hand, the butler left quietly. When leaving, the butler also closed the door behind him.

After the housekeeper left, Hu Zongxian opened the envelope in his hand and read the contents.

The content of the letter is very short, with only one sentence: "Come to my house quickly to discuss important matters!"

"Mr. Xiao Ge suddenly wrote to me and said in the letter that we have something important to discuss. What is going on?"

Considering the current situation, suddenly, a thought suddenly flashed through Hu Zongxian's mind: "Is it possible that what Xiao Ge Lao wants to discuss is related to the teacher?"

Just when Hu Zongxian was about to leave for Yan's Mansion, he suddenly remembered Yan Song's previous instructions to him: "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 thought of this, a look of hesitation appeared on his face again, and he murmured to himself: "The teacher specifically told me not to go to Yan's Mansion in the next period of time, and now Mr. Xiaoge invited me to visit again, saying that it was We have something important to discuss..."

"What on earth could have caused Mr. Xiaoge to write to me personally for the first time?"

After thinking about it for a long time, Hu Zongxian became more and more determined in his initial thoughts, that is, the next thing Yan Shifan came to discuss with him must be related to Yan Song.

"No, for reasons and reasons, I have to go and see the situation myself!"

After making up his mind, Hu Zongxian called his servants and said in a deep voice: "Come here, prepare the sedan chair!"

Afterwards, Hu Zongxian got on the prepared sedan and went to Yan's Mansion.

……

"This Hu Zongxian, why haven't you come yet? Could it be that he wants to distance himself from the relationship at this time?"

At this time, seeing that Hu Zongxian was still arriving, Yan Shifan's face was full of anxiety and he was pacing back and forth in the room.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps from outside the door, and then the boy in charge of the door was seen running in panting.

After the young man entered the room, he looked in the direction of Yan Shifan, leaned down, and said respectfully: "Xiao... Mr. Xiao Ge, Mr. Yan Ge's student Hu Zongxian is here!"

After hearing the news from the boy in charge of the door, Yan Shifan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he looked towards the direction of the servant and said, "Let him wait in the hall for a while, I will be there right away."

"Yes, Mr. Xiao Ge!"

After receiving Yan Shifan's specific instructions, the boy immediately left without any hesitation.

After the boy left, Yan Shifan turned his gaze away and secretly sighed: "Hu Zongxian, it seems that father is not wrong about the person!"

After finishing his emotion, Yan Shifan walked to the hall where Yan Mansion was used to entertain guests.

In the hall, Hu Zongxian, who was originally waiting here, saw Yan Shifan's arrival. His face was full of eagerness. He immediately stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Xiaoge, what happened, you are so anxious?"

After Yan Shifan heard what Hu Zongxian said, he glanced at Hu Zongxian and told all the reasons for the matter without any intention of hiding it.

"To be honest, my father is suffering from dementia!"

"what!"

After hearing the news from Yan Shifan, Hu Zongxian's pupils suddenly shrank and he stood up from his seat with a look of disbelief on his face.

After a long time, Hu Zongxian finally came to his senses from this shocking fact. He looked in the direction of Yan Shifan and asked hesitantly: "Xiao... Mr. Xiaoge, you... how did you find out?"

Facing Hu Zongxian's curious gaze, Yan Shifan sighed and then responded: "You must have noticed that something is wrong with my father today, right?"

"Well, there seems to be something wrong with the teacher today."

When Yan Shifan finished speaking, Hu Zongxian nodded and spoke in agreement.

Later, a look of memory appeared on Yan Shifan's face, and he said to himself: "When I accidentally mentioned Gao Hanwen to my father, my father's answer was that he did not remember this person at all."

"After I reminded him, my father reluctantly remembered and said, wasn't Gao Hanwen surveying fields in Zhejiang? How could he write to me?"

After listening to Yan Shifan's narrative, Hu Zongxian couldn't help but fall into silence.

It wasn't until this moment that he was convinced that Yan Song was really suffering from "dementia"!
Otherwise, there is no reason not to know that Gao Hanwen is Yan Shifan's student and that Gao Hanwen has been sent to Bozhou to serve.

Yan Shifan didn't pay attention to the expression on Hu Zongxian's face, but fell into memories and said to himself.

"Not long ago, my father mentioned in front of me that he wanted to become an official. Presumably at that time, my father had already realized the fact that he was suffering from "dementia" and wanted to get rid of this position as the chief minister of the cabinet. "Step back from your position."

"Unfortunately, I didn't notice these signs, which caused things to get out of hand."

When Yan Shifan said this, his face was filled with sadness.

When Hu Zongxian on the side heard Yan Shifan's words, a look of shock flashed across his face, and he immediately asked: "Mr. Xiao Ge, are you saying that the teacher also mentioned that he wants to become an official in front of you?"

When Yan Shifan heard Hu Zongxian's words, he frowned, looked in the direction of Hu Zongxian, and confirmed to him: "Is it possible..."

Facing Yan Shifan's doubtful gaze, Hu Zongxian nodded and said slowly: "I remember that at the end of the banquet that day, Mr. Xiaoge was so drunk that he fell unconscious. After settling you down, , the teacher called me to the study room and talked about wanting to become an official..."

After recounting everything that happened that day, Hu Zongxian picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and said with emotion: "Now it seems that the teacher probably wants to explain the matter clearly while he is still awake!"

Yan Shifan also agreed with Hu Zongxian's statement. Just when he was still considering whether to speak, he heard Hu Zongxian's voice.

"Mr. Xiaoge, what are you going to do next?"

Facing Hu Zongxian's gaze, Yan Shifan shook his head after thinking about it for a moment, and said slowly: "The top priority right now is to cure my father's 'dementia' as soon as possible, and at the same time hide the news, otherwise..."

Yan Shifan did not finish the rest of his words because he knew that Hu Zongxian understood what he meant.

"Mr. Xiaoge, if you need my help next time, just say it."

"Yeah." (End of chapter)