Father can be an enemy country

Chapter 448 Hu Xiang Leaving the Pavilion——Never Come Again

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

In a blink of an eye, Hu Weiyong has been in the museum for a whole month.Over the past month, Hu Xiang has changed from being fresh and honored at the beginning to suffering and living like years.In the end, I counted with my fingers, when can I go out.

It's not that he has no concentration, how could he not have the patience to survive all the way to the prime minister?The problem is that he and Song Lian and Wang Wei's group of literati are really "planting mulberries in the ground - they can't get into other industries", you know?

Those people are full of talk all day long, not only when they are writing history, but also when they are free, they also recite poems, find chapters and extract sentences.And always ask him 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. Isn't Song Lian playing tricks and laughing in front of Song Lian?

It made him miserable every day, and he had to urinate frequently... Later, it became a conditioned reflex, and he was in a hurry to urinate whenever he heard that he was going to write a poem.As time passed, Hu Xiang was inevitably suspicious, and always felt that these literati were playing tricks on him deliberately, watching his own jokes, so that he would be embarrassed to tell them how to write history.

In fact, these bird literati are too worried. Hu Xiang can still say a few words when he reads the history books of other dynasties, but when he reads the "Yuan History" compiled by them, his head has two big heads.

It's not that the book is so esoteric, it's just that it's too messy!For example, nine out of ten of the Mongols in the book were either called Timur or Tuotuo.

And what's even more outrageous is that the same Timur may be called 'Tiemu'er', 'Timurge', 'Timur', 'Timur' elsewhere - how can this nima be reviewed?Every time he sat down and couldn't read a few pages, he would have the urge to tear up the book!
He couldn't help but question Song Lian, can't we unify the names?Song Lian reluctantly showed him the first-hand historical materials of the Yuan Dynasty and said: "The Mongols remember it in such a mess. To be honest, we can't figure out which is which. If we make a mistake rashly, we will bear the blame. It's better to copy it as it is, and whoever is responsible will bear it."

"Okay..." Hu Weiyong was speechless.

And this is already the most constructive suggestion made by Hu Weiyong...

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Hu Xiang suffered a lot for a whole month, and finally it was the day when he was released from the library.

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

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

"Oh, there's no way. I'm so busy with state affairs. I'm very happy to be able to get along with everyone day and night and study history for a month." Hu Weiyong had a warm smile on his face, as if he was enjoying the past month instead of suffering.

"It's still too short and not deep enough. We haven't listened enough to Hu Xiang's guidance." Wang Wei said with regret: "We don't know what to do with the review later."

"Hey, you are all experienced historians, so you can do whatever you want." Hu Weiyong waved his hands and said, "Just remember the sixteen words of 'the upper body is heavenly, the lower is in line with public opinion, the complicated is simplified, and the writing is straight and straight', and there will be no problem."

"Oh, Hu Xiang is really clever, I will keep the teaching in mind." Song Lian and others hurriedly bowed to be taught.

"Just say a few words about the truth, you have to do the work yourself." While speaking, he walked to the door of the National History Museum, cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, please stay."

"Good morning Hu Xiang." Song Lian and others hurriedly bowed to salute.

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

'Ri his mother, 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 second general, Shang Hao Peng Geng, had been waiting for a long time.

"father!"

"uncle!"

"Grace!"

"Hey, Godsend is here." The four greeted together, but Hu Weiyong only had his own old man in his eyes.

He has been struggling to have children, and he tried every means to give birth to a son in his 40s with the help of the old monk of Jinshan Temple.Nature regards it as a treasure, it is really afraid of melting in the mouth, afraid of falling in the hand.

Naturally, his son also developed a pampered and willful temper. Today, he was very unhappy to be dragged here by his cousin, so he patiently talked nonsense with the old man, but he found him annoying and ignored him.

"Hey, this child..." Hu Weiyong was not angry, but just smiled wryly. "This temper, iron with me."

Shang Hao, who was on the side, finally got the chance to interject: "Enxiang, are you happy with this month's revision of history?"

"Of course, who dares to be unhappy with the truth?" Hu Weiyong said with a reserved smile: "The truth also gave them a lot of advice, which made them in a hurry all day long. I guess they wish I could leave as soon as possible."

"They don't know how to be blessed when they are in the blessing, and they know that this day will not be able to live without the benefactor." Peng Geng on the side also hurriedly said.

"What do you mean?" Hu Weiyong frowned upon hearing the words, "Has something happened this month?"

"Well, let him talk..." Peng Geng pointed at Shang Hao, who said depressedly:

"Don't you have a long mouth?! Why do I have to say it?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Tell me quickly, what's the matter?!" Hu Weiyong instantly recovered from his sluggish state in the history museum to the resolute Prime Minister of Ming Dynasty.

"Yes!" Peng Geng swallowed his saliva, and said bravely: "At the end of last month, there was a message from the sea that His Royal Highness Chu personally led the city ship fleet to wipe out Fang and Chen's two pirates, and took advantage of the opportunity to destroy the thief's nest in Zhoushan and Penghu. Please set up an inspection department with the two places, so as to eliminate the thief forever!"

"Old... How many ships did His Royal Highness King Chu bring?" Hu Weiyong asked in disbelief: "Is it an exaggeration to wipe out the two pirates?"

"A total of ten ships were brought, and more than 24 pirates were wiped out, and more than 1 large and small ships were captured. Among them, in the battle of Huaniao Island, [-] main warships of the pirates were wiped out, and more than [-] small boats were wiped out. More than [-] enemies were wiped out, including the bandit leaders Fang Datong and Chen Shanghai." Shang Hao said in more detail:

"At this moment, His Highness is on his way back to the imperial court, and will offer prisoners at that time... Even if the results of the battle are exaggerated, the two pirates were indeed wiped out."

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

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

"Did the man surnamed Chen bite people?" Hu Weiyong asked in a low voice, his heart tightened.

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

"Really, unexpectedly... Victory." Hu Weiyong silently drank the cup of bitter wine, and asked again: "What about the Japanese navy master?"

"This is the second thing that my subordinates want to report," Shang Hao said with a bitter face. "The Beiwa sailors were disarmed by King Yan and King Jin. Although the emperor didn't hold them accountable for the banditry, they are already fish on the chopping board. How to deal with them depends entirely on the chef's mood."

(End of this chapter)