It's a cold season.

At the end of the year, not long after the cold season, it was the eleventh year of Hongwu.

It was getting colder and colder in the Zhilan Garden, and the small lake in the back garden was covered with a thick layer of ice.

The entourage of Prime Minister Zuo's official residence got up from the upside-down room early in the morning, wearing thick coarse cloth jackets, exhaling white air and began to dust it.

The housekeepers and ladies of each garden took the maids to 'paste the window', and there was a custom of 'pasting the window and changing the auspiciousness' in the cold season.

While pasting the windows with new paper, auspicious window flowers are also pasted on the windows.

Hu Hanshan refused to get up as usual in the satin bat-patterned futon, but in today's cold season, he had to get up from the bed.

Before dawn, I went to Baishouyuan to ask my grandmother for peace in the morning and dusk, and I didn't dare to go to Zhongshan Garden, my father Hu Weiyong.

Some time ago, there was a lot of trouble in beating Uncle Ma Fan, although Queen Ma did not blame Hu Hanshan in any way, but reprimanded Uncle Ma Fan.

But offending Queen Ma's brother was too much of a bastard, and Hu Hanshan didn't dare to go to Zhongshan Garden at home for several days.

After the morning and dusk.

The old lady took Hu Weiyong, Hu Hanshan, father and son to make tooth sacrifices, and went to the suburbs of Beijing to worship the father-in-law of the land, praying for auspiciousness and peace for a year.

It was busy until noon, when the family finished making the tooth sacrifice and went home to prepare for the tail tooth feast.

During the tooth sacrifice, Hu Hanshan always followed the old lady closely, and everyone could not speak during the worship, and the father and son did not communicate.

The family sat in the pavilion of Baishou Garden and ate the tail tooth banquet, and Hu Hanshan inevitably had to talk to his father Hu Weiyong.

In order to forcibly avoid talking to his father Hu Weiyong, Hu Hanshan just kept stuffing various dishes into his mouth.

Hu Weiyong always had a serious face, sitting on the Huali official hat chair seriously, eating the dishes one bite at a time.

Not fast and not slow.

According to the script, Hu Hanshan was a little skeptical that his father Hu Weiyong was a wooden man.

The end of the feast is over.

Hu Weiyong heard from the housekeeper at home that Emperor Hongwu had summoned him, put on a black gauze hat, put on a red official uniform of a fairy crane complement, and went to the palace.

Hu Hanshan breathed a sigh of relief and ran to a study in Baishouyuan, enjoying the snow scene of turtle back bamboo mixed with light snow, while drinking the best Tanchun tribute tea.

Thinking that it would be the eleventh year of Hongwu in a few days, the good mood of not being reprimanded by his father Hu Weiyong disappeared in an instant.

There is only more than a year left before the Hongwu of the Zhujiu clan.

There is only a little more than a year to live.

An incident that happened after beating Ma Fan, the uncle of the country, made Hu Hanshan uneasy all day long in the official residence.

How good Emperor Hongwu was to the common people, how ruthless he was to the officials.

The more than 1,000 heads that have fallen from Suzhou Mansion are ironclad evidence.

All the corrupt officials and corrupt officials and unkind businesses for the rich were cut, and the people who went to watch were all applauded, and the reputation of Emperor Hongwu gradually reached a height that the emperors of previous dynasties did not have in the hearts of the people.

As for the hearts of the bureaucrats and gentry who have mastered the pen, it is estimated that he should be the founding emperor with the worst reputation.

It is indispensable to write some resentful words in some wild history biographies, slandering this Hongwu Emperor who has never been soft in killing corrupt officials and corrupt officials.

Hu Hanshan sighed, thinking to himself how good it would be if he was born in an ordinary people's family, but his father was the bitter master of the four major cases in the early Ming Dynasty, the 'Hu Weiyong case'.

As many as 30,000 noble officials were implicated.

Just thinking about it, Hu Hanshan can't sleep.

Time is getting shorter and shorter, and we have to hurry up.

When you are unitary, you can release the ya.

Hu Hanshan originally wanted to go to Wuding Bridge East after eating first to see if there was any place where he could continue to put it badly.

couldn't resist the old lady's idea of repairing the relationship between their father and son, so she could only wait for her father Hu Weiyong to have dinner together.

In the past, to say the least, you have to wait for three or four incense sticks, and at the end of the hour and the beginning of the morning after the sky is completely dark, you can wait until your father Hu Weiyong.

I don't know what the big joy is today, my father Hu Weiyong uncharacteristically let go of the Ya in advance and left.

It was not dark yet, and I waited less than half a pillar of incense.

Prime Minister Zuo's blue tweed official sedan chair stopped in the front yard, and the sedan chair drivers parked the blue tweed official sedan chair in the stable, Hu Weiyong still walked to Baishouyuan with a serious face.

However, it can be seen from his brisk pace that Hu Weiyong is in a good mood.

After dinner.

Hu Hanshan glanced at his father Hu Weiyong, who had accumulated great power, and brought a cup of tea over: "Father, this is a cup of tea made with spring water from the pearl spring." ”

Hu Weiyong nodded lightly, blew the hot air, and took a sip.

There was a pause.

Hu Weiyong said a great happy event, no less than marrying Fu Yuyuan: "For my father, I thought you were a bastard who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, but I didn't expect to be able to write Linjiang Immortal and bring forth a new lacquer book." ”

"Although Your Majesty has not praised you on the surface, judging from the incident of Ma Fan, Your Majesty is still satisfied with you."

Satisfied?

Hu Hanshan heard his father, who was the head of Wenchen, say that Emperor Hongwu was satisfied with him, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly again.

The other influences brought by Linjiang Immortal and Qishu were too great, and they directly made him a straw bag that he had been a squirrel, and became the first genius in Jinling.

Fortunately, because he later rejected the matter of the vassal kings, he was indignant and sprayed by some foolish and loyal Shilin literati, and finally demoted the first talent of Jinling to the top three talents of Jinling.

Although the fame is still too great, it is better than the first talent in Jinling.

Hu Hanshan hadn't stopped from Jinling's first talent, and Hu Weiyong brought him another thunderbolt.

Hu Weiyong put down the official kiln teacup in his hand and stroked his beard: "But it's not enough to only make a difference in poetry and songs, you are the successor of the Hu Party, and I want to cultivate your knowledge in governing the scriptures for my father." ”

"I found a famous teacher for you, and if you say it, you will definitely understand your father's good intentions for you."

Don't be Song Lian, don't be Song Lian......

Hu Hanshan heard that his father Hu Weiyong had found him a famous teacher, and he kept chanting a name in his heart.

This is indeed famous enough, and he can even be called a domestic Hongru.

But Song Lian is the master of the Five Classics of the crown prince Zhu Biao, and he is also a well-known civil official in eastern Zhejiang.

The status of civil officials in eastern Zhejiang is equivalent to the status of Hu Weiyong, the prime minister of Zuo, in Huaixi.

Many civil officials in eastern Zhejiang are Song Lian's protégés.

If he really became a disciple of Song Lian, wouldn't Hu Hanshan inherit Hu Weiyong's Hu Party at the same time in the future, as well as many protégés of Song Lian's disciples.

Just thinking about it, Hu Hanshan couldn't help but shudder, and his body trembled.

Heaven does not fulfill people's wishes.

Hu Weiyong stopped brushing his beard, and his serious old face was much kinder because he was in a good mood.

said a name that made Hu Hanshan frightened.

"This person is the future emperor Song Lian."