"Bastard!" In the splendid Yangxin Palace, a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow uniform listened to the report of the commander Mao Xiang. He couldn't help but became furious. He picked up a memorial on the table and threw it on the ground.
He is the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang.
"This Hu Weiyong, I only knew that he was dictatorial in the court. I didn't expect that he was so tyrannical in private. He could not even reach Dali Temple, but he imprisoned the people at will. Is there any king's law? Really in this world?
Is this the world of his Hu family?"
Zhu Yuanzhang was really angry this time.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who had been a refugee, hated corrupt officials who looked down upon the people the most.
Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have returned to that year, when the tax collector mercilessly took away the last remaining grain from his family. His parents wanted to resist, but were mercilessly knocked to the ground. They could only watch the tax collector take the grain and walk away.
The feeling of powerlessness at that time still washes away Zhu Yuanzhang's nerves, always urging Zhu Yuanzhang to be a good emperor for the country and the people.
Who would have thought that now, in the capital city under his rule, such a bad thing would happen.
Zhu Yuanzhang was naturally furious.
"Your Majesty, calm down." At the foot of the steps, Mao Xiang quickly knelt down on one knee, not daring to express his anger.
"Go and tell Hu Weiyong to come see me."
"yes."
After a while, Hu Weiyong came to the Yangxin Hall with hurried steps.
It was late summer, and Hu Weiyong was in a hurry again, with beads of sweat covering his forehead.
However, Hu Weiyong did not dare to reach out and wipe it at this time. He just raised his head and prostrated, letting the sweat drip down his cheeks and fall on the ground of Yangxin Hall.
"Hu Aiqing, you are so courageous. It was obviously your son who ignored the law and caused trouble by riding a horse. He was hit by a car. Why, you are not convinced? Just lock up the other driver? Do you still have the law in your eyes?
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"Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty, please calm down." After hearing this, Hu Weiyong was so frightened that his whole body became numb and he almost couldn't even kneel down.
His Majesty has not been angry for a long time, and Hu Weiyong seems to have forgotten how terrifying Zhu Yuanzhang's anger is.
You know, Zhu Yuanzhang was a serious conqueror of the world on horseback, and killing people was simply commonplace.
At this time, Hu Weiyong was completely intimidated by Zhu Yuanzhang's domineering aura, and his teeth couldn't help chattering. After a long while, he tremblingly said: "I... I just...
The horseman was locked up at home and no lynching was used. When I return, I will definitely compensate the horseman with gold, silver and jewels."
"Huh, gold and silver? Can gold and silver solve all problems?"
"No, no, no... of course not."
"I'm sorry you didn't lynch the groom. Forget it this time. Go and let the groom go home!"
"According to the decree."
After walking out of the Yangxin Hall, Hu Weiyong discovered that his scarlet official uniform was completely wet with cold sweat, and the warm wind blew on his body, giving him a slight chill.
Fortunately, I just locked up the groom and didn't whip him. If he had really been lynched or beaten to death...
Hu Weiyong simply didn't dare to think about it.
Phew, it seems that my son is indeed my lucky star.
...
Hu Changan was lying on the bed drowsily when he suddenly heard a crisp system sound.
[Hu Weiyong’s admiration for you is worth 1]
Turns out to be a cheap dad? How could he suddenly admire himself?
But anyway, the left and right are worshipers, so don’t give it up for free.
Hu Changan quickly redeemed three more days of life in the system mall.
Suddenly, another wave of warmth ran through his body.
Hu Changan immediately felt that his pain had eased a bit, and his head was no longer so dizzy.
After struggling to open his eyes, Hu Changan saw a maid in green sitting beside the bed. It was Dian He, the maid who usually took care of his daily life.
Seeing that the young master had woken up, Dianhe immediately stopped fanning his hands, took the soup on the table beside him, and said softly to Hu Changan: "Young master is awake, come and drink some medicine, it was just boiled
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Hu Changan raised his head obediently and patiently drank the medicine as he was helped by Dian He.
Although Chinese medicine is not as effective as Western medicine, the wisdom of our ancestors still has its truth. Drinking it is worse than not drinking it at all.
I have to say that the feeling of being served by others in ancient times was quite good.
After drinking the medicine, he ordered the lotus and took the brocade handkerchief on the side, and patiently helped Hu Changan wipe the medicine from his mouth.
Hu Changan smacked his lips and ordered: "Call the doctor over."
"Okay, young master." Dian He said with a slight blessing, he went next door to call the doctor.
As Hu Weiyong is the only prime minister of the Ming Dynasty today, the palace can naturally afford to hire a doctor to be on duty 24 hours a day.
After a while, the old man with white hair hurried over with a young apprentice.
Before the old doctor could sit down and feel his pulse, Hu Changan ordered the old doctor: "Old sir, please go get some plaster of paris and gauze. The more, the better."
"Master Hu, what do you want?" The old doctor was very puzzled.
In traditional Chinese medicine, plaster of paris is usually ground into powder and made into decoction to treat cough caused by lung heat.
Master Hu's injuries were obviously caused by being run over by a carriage, so why did he need to use hydrated lime?
Could it be that Mr. Hu was knocked unconscious by a carriage and wanted to treat himself randomly?
Thinking of this, the old doctor straightened his back quickly and persuaded Hu Chang'an sternly: "Master Hu, you are not a doctor after all, and you have never studied medicine. It is better to follow the doctor's instructions. I am your father's high-priced doctor from "Zhao Taicheng".
"I was invited by my doctor. I have been practicing medicine for more than 40 years and have rich experience. You should trust me."
You must know that "Zhao Taicheng's Family" is the best medical clinic in Yingtian Mansion now. There are several imperial doctors making rounds in it. Even for high-ranking officials, it is extremely difficult to see a doctor.
Only Hu Weiyong, the prime minister of the dynasty, could afford to hire a doctor from "Zhao Taicheng's family" to live in his house for medical treatment.
This cheap dad treated him really well, Hu Changan smacked his lips.
But no matter what, what needs to be done is still done.
Hu Changan ignored the old doctor's advice, just turned his head and stared into the old doctor's eyes, and said slowly and slowly: "Old sir, please go get plaster of paris and gauze. In the Hu Mansion, I believe that I can still
The one who can make the decision."
The old doctor was suddenly frightened and did not dare to say anything. He bowed and told his young apprentice to prepare things.
In a daze, the old doctor seemed to see the shadow of a high-ranking person in the court in this sickly young man lying on the bed.
After a while, a large roll of gauze and a pot of plaster of paris that had not yet solidified were brought up.
Hu Changan did not waste any time. He ordered the doctor to soak the plaster of paris into gauze, and at the same time called Dianhe to help him up, and carefully wrapped the gauze soaked in plaster around his injured chest.
At first, the old doctor didn't react yet, he just followed Hu Changan's orders as carefully as possible.
If Hu Weiyong knew that his beloved son had been put to death, the old man would certainly not be able to escape the blame.
As the plaster of paris gradually took shape, the old doctor seemed to suddenly think of something. For a moment, he no longer cared about the etiquette and asked Hu Changan excitedly: "Master Hu is fixing the fracture?"