In what age are you still traveling through the main god space.?

Chapter 170 Jiajing
Next to an artificial lake in the Forbidden City, there is a palace built along the lake called the Longevity Palace.

In a quiet room in the Longevity Palace, on the jade bed, Jiajing slowly finished his work. A few breaths came from the concubines and maids around him, and followed Jiajing's breathing into Jiajing's body.

It is the superior Taoist double cultivation technique. If used properly, both men and women can benefit greatly.

It's just that Jiajing is feeling refreshed and refreshed at the moment, while those noble concubines and maids are taking in less energy and outgoing more, so they know that Jiajing is eager for quick results.

Also, with his temperament, how could it possibly benefit both parties?He will only ask for it.

Jiajing is clearly in his 50s, but he looks like he is in his 30s. He has a thin face, a long beard, and a feathered coat. He does not look like an emperor, but looks like a Taoist priest.

"Bring in some virgins tomorrow!"

"Here!" Eunuch Huang Jin replied from the screen on the side.

"How prepared are the immortal masters?" Jiajing asked.

The so-called immortal masters are three virtuous people enshrined in the palace, namely: Shao Yuanjie, Tao Zhongwen, and Lan Daoxing.

"According to Immortal Shao, everything is ready, just waiting for the Dragon Ball to be in place." Huang Jin replied.

"That's very good. Is there anything important in the cabinet?" Jiajing asked again.

"This year, farmland in Hebei and Shanxi has been transformed into grassland, and fields in Jiangnan have been transformed into mulberry cultivation. The Yangtze River is flooded..."

"Everything remains as usual, the cabinet will just take care of it." Before he could finish, Jiajing said a little impatiently.

"The Royal Factory has been quite troubled recently. There have been many vandalism incidents, which has affected production. This month's output has dropped." Huang Jin added.

"What! Why has the output dropped?" Jiajing said displeased: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I see Your Majesty..."

"Ok?"

"I think that the Great Supreme Luo Celestial Immortal Purple Extreme Immortal Saint Wisdom Zhao Lingtong Yuan Zheng Ying Yuxu, the Great Master of Five Thunders, the Xuandu Realm Wanshou Emperor, will have perfect merits in the near future, and I am afraid that these mundane things will disturb the emperor's practice." Huang Jinmian He said Jiajing's Taoist name without changing his expression.

Such a long Taoist number is really not something that most people can memorize, nor can most people think of.

"Indeed, compared with this emperor's cultivation, these are indeed trivial matters." Hearing what Huang Jin said, Jiajing relaxed his brows and continued:

"Since the workers in the factory are disobedient, drag them all to mining. Recruit another group of workers and work for an extra hour every day. Don't delay the factory's output!"

These factories include cement, steel, textiles, etc., and their monthly output is a large amount of income, which is much more valuable than those rice mulberries.

"What else?"

"I heard from people below that Zuo Qianhu wants to see you."

"It's him. It's been a long time indeed. But in a few days, this emperor will no longer be a mortal. It's better to see these worldly people rarely." Jiajing said as if he was nostalgic: "Let's stop him outside the palace from now on. "

"Here!"

"Old Yan Ge, please see me."

"It's too late today, so I won't see you. Let Master Tao come over. I have something to ask him about my practice."

"Here."

In Jizhai Temple, we had a hot pot meal until dark. The mouths of those who ate were full of oil, and their clothes were full of the smell of hot pot.

Tang Yan was going to go out for a walk to eat and take a look at the capital at night.

"No, captain, are you going to go out again without us?" Zhang Zichen shouted as he saw Tang Yan about to go out.

"Yes, yes! We won't get a good night's sleep. When we wake up in the morning, the capital will be gone!" Wang Jinjue said exaggeratedly.

"Um... probably not. I just went out to have a look." Tang Yan replied a little hesitantly. He really wanted to see the capital at night. He liked this kind of humanistic fireworks atmosphere very much.

This is a sight that has never been seen before.

"Captain Tang, you won't rush to the palace later and beat up Jiajing, right?" Zhang Zichen asked again. "Then we listened to the roaring sound at night and couldn't sleep, right?" Wang Jinjue said as he sang in harmony with Zhang Zichen.

Having said this, Tang Yan stopped saying anything and said, "Okay, you guys come together."

The three of them left the temple and headed towards the bright place.

There were several streets burning with steam flames, larger and more prosperous than those in Luoyang.There was not only food and drink, but also performances by artists, and even some magic tricks, each of which made Tang Yan and the three of them feel novel.

It seems to have traveled through time, returned to the Jiajing Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty, and seems to be in a night market in the 21st century.

It's just that these running monster cars and steam boilers emitting black smoke are a bit of a sight, making this antique street full of weirdness.

"Zi Chen, there is actually a lotus root starch seller here!"

"That's tea soup, made of sorghum rice noodles and millet noodles." Zhang Zichen took a look, smelled it and said, "It's not lotus root starch."

"Zi Chen, this Ming Dynasty snack also has milk skin, which is really strange!"

"It's really strange, you can buy it and try it!"

"There is roast duck in the evening! You must try this!" Wang Jinjue suddenly saw the roast duck restaurant.

"Have you not had enough hot pot?" Tang Yan asked.

"I can eat more while I'm growing." Wang Jinjue said, touching his round belly.

"...That's ok. I haven't eaten authentic Peking duck yet. Eating roast duck in the Ming Dynasty capital is indeed a wonderful thing." Tang Yan nodded.

If you eat roast duck in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, it will definitely be more authentic than the old Beijing roast duck.

Several people came to a roast duck restaurant with very high-end decoration and bright lights.People in the Ming Dynasty enjoyed happiness. Most of the brightly lit places were restaurants, and the dimly lit places were mostly brothels.

The restaurant was called "Jufu Tower". After they entered, they found that the "hui"-shaped hall of the restaurant was filled with domestic servants and their families, and the stairs leading upstairs were strictly controlled.The shopkeeper of the restaurant was waiting on him while wiping his sweat.

"Shopkeeper, please bring some roast ducks!" Wang Jinjue saw the roast ducks on the side of the open fire, and you can also choose duck embryos. He looked curiously at the roast duck master flipping the roast ducks, and then said.

"This customer, by chance today..." The shopkeeper, who was about 50 years old, came over and said with fists in his hands.

"Master Yan is hosting a banquet for guests today. The rest of the crowd should leave quickly!" Before the shopkeeper could finish speaking, the servants on the side rushed to speak.

"You've booked the entire restaurant?" Wang Jinjue felt unlucky. Why did he just pick up a restaurant and it was booked?

"What kind of status does our Yan family have? Why do we need to rent a building?" the slave said arrogantly.

"Fuck..." Wang Jinjue looked at the slave speechlessly, pretending to be a dog and a slave, and he seemed to have a sense of superiority.

"Who is your master?" Tang Yan asked.

"Our house..."

"Forget it, I already know." Tang Yan looked through his memory and stabbed him to death with his backhand.

"It turns out to be Yan Shifan!"

The memory of this house slave is really dirty and he did a lot of evil things to Yan Shifan.

"Murder!"

"How brave!"

The man's death caused chaos at the scene, with some house slaves shouting and others pulling out knives.

The dexterity and speed of the soft sword are suitable for use in this situation. How can these powerful or extraordinary domestic slaves resist Tang Yan, a tough guy?
The time they survive is the time Tang Yan can see their memories.

Soon, there was no one else standing except for the shopkeeper.

　Mouth!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)