Chapter 448 Hu Xiang left the palace and never came back again
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 hotel for a whole month. Over the past month, Hu Xiang went from being fresh and honored at the beginning to suffering, and his days were like years. In the end, he was counting on his fingers when he could go out.
It’s not that he doesn’t have the determination to survive all the way to the prime minister’s position, how could he not have the patience? The problem is that he, Song Lian, Wang Wei and other literati are really ‘planting mulberry in the ground—they can’t get into other professions’, you know?
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Those people are full of talk all day long. Not only do they recite articles when compiling history, they also recite poems, write verses, and extract chapters and sentences in their spare time. And they always ask him to come first... With the little ink in Hu Xiang's belly, he can only
Wu Liang, Fei Ju is looking for self-confidence in front of the gang of warriors, but in front of Song Lian and the gang, isn't it just to make them laugh?
This made him miserable every day, and he had to urinate frequently... Later, it became a conditioned reflex, and he would urinate urgently when he heard that he wanted to compose poems. Over time, Hu Xiang inevitably became suspicious, always feeling that these literati were deliberately playing tricks on him.
Make fun of yourself so that you feel embarrassed to criticize them in their history revision.
In fact, these literati are overly concerned. Prime Minister Hu 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 the book are either named Timur or Tuotuo.
What's even more outrageous is that the same Timur may be called 'Temur', 'Timur', 'Temur', 'Timur' elsewhere - how can you review this? Every time
When 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 helplessly 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 figure out which one is which. We rashly corrected the mistake.
It’s up to us to bear the blame, so we might as well copy it exactly as it is, and whoever is responsible should bear 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 slowly for a whole month, and finally got to the day when he was released from 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, so I am very happy to be able to squeeze out a month to get along with everyone day and night and review history." Hu Weiyong had a warm smile on his face, as if the past month was not suffering, but enjoying it.
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"It's still too short and not in-depth enough. We haven't listened to 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, so you can do whatever you want." 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 in accordance with the will of the people, cut out the complex and simplify it, and write straightly', 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, his only son Hu Tianci, and his two generals Heng Ha, Shang Hao and Peng Geng had been waiting for them 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 struggled to have a son, so he tried every means possible, and with the help of an old monk from Jinshan Temple, he gave birth to a son in his forties. Naturally, he regarded it as a treasure, but he was afraid of it melting when he held it in his mouth, and he was afraid of losing it when he held it in his hand.
Naturally, his son also developed a pampered and willful temper. Today, he was dragged away by his cousin. He was already very unhappy. He patiently chatted with the old man for a few words, then thought he was annoying and stopped talking to him.
"Hey, this kid..." Hu Weiyong was not angry, he just smiled bitterly. "This temper will always follow me."
Shang Hao on the side finally got the chance to interrupt: "Enxiang, are you enjoying yourself writing history this month?"
"Of course, who dares to displease the Prime Minister?" Hu Weiyong said with a reserved smile: "The Prime Minister 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 trouble happened this month?"
"Oh, let him talk..." Peng Geng pointed at Shang Hao, who 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. In the Battle of Flower and Bird Island, we completely annihilated 24 main warships of the pirates, and captured 20 small ships. We have more than 10,000 ships and have wiped out more than 10,000 enemies, including the bandit leaders Fang Datong and Chen Shanghai." Shang Hao gave more detailed figures:
"At the moment, His Highness is on his way back to the court. He will also sacrifice prisoners at that time... Even if the results of the battle are exaggerated, the two pirates were indeed wiped out."
"Are Fang Datong and Chen Shanghai 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 the man named Chen bite anyone?" Hu Weiyong asked in a low voice, his heart tightening.
"The man 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 drank the bitter wine silently and asked: "What about the Japanese navy?"
"This is the second thing that I 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."
