"Bastard!" In the splendid Heart Nourishing Palace, a middle-aged man in a bright yellow crown dress listened to the report of Mao Xiang, the commander of the Jinyi Guard, and couldn't help but be furious, and picked up a letter 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 and arbitrary in the court, but I didn't expect that he would be so domineering in private, even Dali Temple, so he imprisoned the people at will, and there is no royal law? Is this really the world of his Hu family? ”

Zhu Yuanzhang was really angry this time.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who used to be a homeless person, hated the most for corrupt officials and corrupt officials who disregarded the people.

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have returned to that year, the tax collector ruthlessly took away the last bit of surplus grain from his family, and his parents wanted to resist, but they were ruthlessly knocked to the ground, and they could only watch the tax collector take the grain and leave.

The feeling of powerlessness at that time still washes Zhu Yuanzhang's nerves, and always spurs Zhu Yuanzhang to be a good emperor for the country and the people.

Who knew that now, in the capital under his rule, such a bad thing had happened.

Zhu Yuanzhang was naturally furious.

"The emperor is angry." At the foot of the steps, Mao Xiang hurriedly knelt down on one knee, not daring to come out.

"Go, Xuan Hu Weiyong is here to see me."

"Yes."

After a while, Hu Weiyong came to the Heart Cultivation Hall with hurried steps.

At this time, it was the end of summer, and Hu Weiyong was in a hurry again, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

However, at this time, Hu Weiyong didn't dare to reach out to wipe it, but just raised his head and bowed down, letting the sweat drip down his cheeks and fall on the ground of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

"Hu Aiqing, you are so bold. Obviously, your son is ignoring the law and discipline and making trouble, and he should be hit by a car, why, not convinced? Just lock up someone else's coachman? Is there any royal law in your eyes? ”

"Your Majesty is angry, Your Majesty is angry." When Hu Weiyong heard this, he was so frightened that he was numb and almost couldn't even kneel.

His Majesty hasn't been angry for a long time, and Hu Weiyong seems to have forgotten how terrible Zhu Yuanzhang's anger is.

You must know that Zhu Yuanzhang is a serious man in the world on horseback, and killing people is simply commonplace.

At this time, Hu Weiyong was completely shocked by Zhu Yuanzhang's domineering aura, and his teeth couldn't help but tremble, and it took a long time before he trembled and said: "Minister..... The minister only locked the groom in his home, and did not use lynching, and when the minister returned, he would definitely compensate the groom with gold, silver, and jewelry. ”

"Huh, gold and silver? Can gold and silver solve all problems? ”

"No, no, no...... Naturally not. ”

"Forgive me for not lynching the groom, forget it this time, why don't you go and send the groom home!"

"Yes."

Walking out of the Heart Cultivation Palace, Hu Weiyong found that his vermilion official uniform had been completely wet with cold sweat, and the warm wind blew on his body, which was a little cool.

Fortunately, he only locked up the groom, and did not whip him, if he really lynched or killed him......

Hu Weiyong couldn't think about it.

Phew, it seems that my son is really my lucky star.

......

Hu Changan was lying on the bed groggily when he suddenly heard a crisp system sound.

[Hu Weiyong's worship value for you +1]

It turned out to be a cheap dad? How could he suddenly adore himself?

But anyway, the left and right are also worship points, don't be in vain.

Hu Changan quickly exchanged another three days of life in the system mall.

Suddenly, another warm current swept through the body.

Hu Changan immediately felt that his pain had been reduced a little, and his head was not so groggy.

Effortlessly opened his eyes, Hu Changan saw a maid in Tsing Yi sitting next to the bed, who was the maid who took care of her daily life.

Seeing that the young master was awake, Dianhe immediately stopped fanning the fan in his hand, and instead took the decoction on the low table on the side, and said to Hu Changan softly: "The young master is awake, come and drink some medicine, it has just been boiled." ”

Hu Changan raised his head from the kindness of the stream, and patiently served himself to finish the medicine by the little lotus.

Although Chinese medicine is not as effective as Western medicine, the wisdom of the ancestors still has his reason, and it is better to drink it than not to drink it.

I have to say that the taste of being served in ancient times was quite good.

After drinking the medicine, Dianhe took the Jinpa on the side again, and patiently helped Hu Changan wipe the decoction on the side of his mouth.

Hu Changan smacked his lips and ordered, "Call Lang Zhong over." ”

"Okay young master." Dianhe was slightly blessed, and went to the next door to call Langzhong.

Hu Weiyong, as the only prime minister of the Ming Dynasty today, can naturally afford to invite Langzhong to be on duty 24 hours a day.

After a while, the white-haired old man came in a hurry with a young apprentice.

Without waiting for Lao Langzhong to sit down and check his pulse, Hu Changan instructed Lao Langzhong: "Old man, it's good to take some plaster and gauze for trouble, the more the better." ”

"Young Master Hu, what do you want?" Lao Langzhong was puzzled.

In traditional Chinese medicine, plaster is generally ground into powder and prepared into a decoction to treat lung fever and cough.

This Young Master Hu was obviously injured by being run over by a carriage, why does he need to use slaked lime?

Could it be that this Young Master Hu was stupid when he was hit by a carriage, and he wanted to treat himself indiscriminately.

Thinking of this, Lao Langzhong hurriedly straightened his back and persuaded Hu Changan in a righteous and stern manner: "Young Master Hu, you are not Langzhong after all, and you have never studied medicine, so it is better to follow the doctor's instructions." I was invited by your father from the "Zhao Taicheng family" at a high price, and I have been practicing medicine for more than 40 years, so you should believe me. ”

You must know that "Zhao Taicheng's house" is now the best medical hall in Yingtianfu, and there are several imperial doctors in it, even if it is a high-ranking official, it is even more difficult to go to the doctor.

Only when Hu Weiyong, the prime minister of the dynasty, can he afford to invite Lang Zhong, who is from the "Zhao Taicheng family", to live in his own house for medical treatment.

This cheap dad is really good to himself, Hu Changan smacked his lips.

But in any case, the need to do is still to be done.

Hu Changan didn't pay attention to Lao Langzhong's advice, just turned his head to stare at Lao Langzhong's eyes, and said slowly, word by word: "Old man, please go and get plaster and gauze." In Hufu, I believe that I can still call the shots. ”

Lao Langzhong was suddenly frightened and didn't dare to squeak, so he saluted and ordered the little apprentice to prepare something.

In a trance, Lao Langzhong seemed to see the shadow of the upper echelon of the court from this sick and weak young man lying on the bed.

In a few moments, a large roll of gauze and a pot of plaster that had not yet solidified were brought up.

Hu Changan didn't waste any time, while instructing Lang Zhong to soak the plaster in gauze, he called a little lotus to help himself up, and carefully wrapped the plaster-soaked gauze around his injured chest.

At first, Lao Langzhong didn't react, but tried to execute Hu Changan's order as carefully as possible.

If Hu Weiyong knew that his beloved son had been killed, Lao Langzhong would definitely be unable to escape the blame.

As the plaster gradually took shape, Lao Langzhong seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and he couldn't care about any respectful and humble etiquette for a while, and asked Hu Changan excitedly: "Young Master Hu is fixing the fracture?" ”