Father can be an enemy to the country

Chapter 448 Hu Xiang left the palace—never come back again

The Double Ninth Festival has passed, and the autumn colors are getting darker. The mountains outside Jinling City are red, and the ginkgo leaves in the National History Museum are yellow.

In the blink of an eye, Hu Weiyong has been in the museum for a whole month. Over the past month, Hu Xiang's freshness and happiness at the beginning gradually turned into suffering, and his days were like years. In the end, I was counting on my fingers to figure out when I could go out.

It's not that he doesn't have the determination, he can survive all the way to the prime minister's position, how could he not have this patience? The problem is that he, Song Lian, Wang Wei and other literati are really "planting mulberries in the ground - they can't get into other professions", you know?

Those people talk a lot all day long. Not only do they read essays when compiling history, they also recite poems, compose poems, and extract chapters and sentences in their spare time. And he always has to be invited to come first... With the little ink in Hu Xiang's belly, he can only find confidence in front of Wu Liang and Fei Ju's gang of warriors, but in front of Song Lian and the gang, isn't it just to make him laugh?

This made him miserable every day, and he had to urinate frequently... Later, it became a conditioned reflex, and he would urinate urgently whenever he heard that he was going to write a poem. Over time, Hu Xiang inevitably became suspicious. He always felt that these literati were deliberately playing tricks on him and making fun of him, so that he would be embarrassed to point fingers at their history revision.

In fact, these literati are overly worried. Hu Xiang can still say a few words when looking at the history books of other dynasties, but when he reads the "History of the Yuan Dynasty" compiled by them, his head is full of confusion.

It’s not that this book is very profound, but it’s just too confusing! For example, nine out of ten Mongolians in books are either named Timur or Tuotuo.

What’s even more outrageous is that the same Timur might be called ‘Temur’, ‘Timur’, ‘Timur’, ‘Timur’ elsewhere - how can this be reviewed? Every time he sits down and can't read more than a few pages, he has the urge to tear the book apart!

He couldn't help but ask Song Lian, can't we unify the names? Song Lian reluctantly showed him the first-hand historical data of the Yuan Dynasty and said: "The Mongols remember it as such a mess. To be honest, we can't even figure out which one is which. If we rashly correct the mistake, we will be blamed for it. We might as well just copy it as it is. Who can Who bears the responsibility?"

"Okay..." Hu Weiyong was speechless.

And this is already the most constructive opinion put forward by Hu Weiyong...

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Hu Xiang endured the pain for a whole month, and finally it was time to leave the library.

On the day Hu Weiyong left the museum, Song Lian, Wang Wei and other historians came to see him off.

"Hu Xiang is leaving so soon?" Song Lian and others asked with a look of reluctance.

"Oh, there is no other way. I am busy with state affairs. I am very happy to be able to squeeze out a month to spend time with everyone and discuss history." Hu Weiyong had a warm smile on his face, as if the past month was not suffering, but enjoying it. .

"It's still too short and not in-depth enough. We haven't heard enough of Prime Minister Hu's guidance." Wang Wei said with regret: "We don't know what to do with the subsequent review."

"Well, you are all experienced historians. You can do whatever you have to do." Hu Weiyong waved his hands and said: "As long as you remember the sixteen words of 'The upper body is heaven's heart, the lower body is obedient to the will of the people, the redundant is cut to the simple, and the writing is straight', then you can do it." There will be no problem.”

"Oh, Mr. Hu is really smart. We will remember his teachings." Song Lian and others hurriedly bowed down to receive the teachings.

"I just say a few words about the truth. You have to do the work yourself." As he spoke, he walked to the door of the National History Museum, cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, please stay."

"Well done, Mr. Hu." Song Lian and others hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Hu Weiyong waved his hand, held up the hem of his official robe, stepped across the threshold of the National History Museum, and involuntarily let out a breath...

‘Damn it, never come again! ’

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Outside the National History Museum, Hu Weiyong's nephew Hu De, led his only son Hu Tianci, and his two generals Heng Ha, Shang Hao and Peng Geng had been waiting for a long time.

"father!"

"uncle!"

"Eunxiang!"

"Hey, God's gift is here." The four of them greeted each other, but Hu Weiyong only had eyes for his old man.

He had always had a difficult time having children, and tried every means possible. Only with the help of an old monk from Jinshan Temple, he gave birth to a son in his forties. Naturally, they regard it as a treasure. They are afraid of melting when they are held in their mouths, and they are afraid of falling when they are held in their hands.

Naturally, his son has also developed a pampered and willful temper. Today, he was dragged away by his cousin. He was already very unhappy. He patiently talked nonsense with the old man for a few words, then he thought he was annoying and stopped talking to him.

"Hey, this kid..." Hu Weiyong was not angry, but smiled bitterly. "This temper will always follow me."

Shang Hao on the side finally got the chance to interrupt: "En Xiang, are you satisfied with your history writing this month?"

"Of course, who dares to displease me?" Hu Weiyong said with a reserved smile: "I also gave them a lot of advice, which made them busy all day long. They probably want me to leave quickly."

"They are in the midst of blessings and don't know how to be blessed. When they leave Enxiang, they know that they can't survive this life." Peng Geng on the side also said quickly.

"What do you mean?" Hu Weiyong frowned and said, "Has there been trouble this month?"

"Oh, let him say it..." Peng Geng pointed at Shang Hao, and Shang Hao said depressedly:

"Don't you have a mouth?! Why do you have to tell me?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Tell me quickly, what's wrong?!" Hu Weiyong instantly recovered from the lazy state in the history museum to the vigorous and resolute prime minister of the Ming Dynasty.

"Yes!" Peng Geng swallowed and said bravely: "At the end of last month, news came back from the sea that His Royal Highness the King of Chu personally led the commercial fleet to annihilate the Fang and Chen pirates, and also destroyed the Zhoushan and Penghu pirates. The den of thieves, and requested the two places to set up inspection departments to eliminate thieves forever!"

"Old...how many ships did His Highness the King of Chu bring?" Hu Weiyong asked in disbelief: "Is it exaggerating the results of annihilating two pirates?"

"We brought a total of ten ships, and annihilated more than 30,000 pirates, and captured more than 200 large and small ships. Among them, in the Battle of Flower and Bird Island, we annihilated 24 main warships of the pirates and captured 20 small ships. With more than 10,000 ships, we wiped out more than 10,000 enemies, including the bandit leaders Fang Datong and Chen Shanghai." Shang Hao gave more detailed figures:

"At this moment, His Highness is on his way back to the court. He will also sacrifice prisoners when the time comes... Even if the results of the battle are exaggerated, the two pirates were indeed wiped out."

"Are Fang Datong and Chen Shanghai both dead?" Hu Weiyong was stunned for a long time, then asked feebly.

"The former was shot dead on the spot, and the latter was captured." Peng Geng said softly.

"Did that person named Chen bite anyone?" Hu Weiyong asked in a low voice with his heart tightening.

"The person has always been in the hands of King Chu, so there is no way to know." Peng Geng shook his head.

"What an unexpected... victory." Hu Weiyong silently drank the bitter wine and asked, "What about the Japanese navy?"

"This is the second thing that my subordinates want to report," Shang Hao said with a grimace: "The Japanese navy was disarmed by King Yan and King Jin. Although the emperor did not hold them responsible for collaborating with bandits, they were already on the chopping block. The fish and meat are served, how to deal with them all depends on the mood of the cook."