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

In a blink of an eye, Hu Weiyong has been in the museum for a whole month. In the past month, Hu Xiang has been fresh and honored from the beginning, and gradually became tormented and spent like a year. In the end, I pinched my fingers and calculated when I could get out.

It's not that he doesn't have the strength to survive all the way to the prime minister, how can he not have this patience? The problem is that he, Song Lian, Wang Wei, and the other literati are really 'planting mulberry in the field - they can't get into his business', do you know?

Those people are full of mouths all day long, not only dragging texts when they are repairing history, but also reciting poems and picking chapters and sentences in their spare time. And always ask him to come first...... With this bit of ink in Hu Xiang's belly, he can only find confidence in front of Wu Liang and Fei Ju's gang of martial artists.

made him miserable every day, and he had to urinate frequently...... Later, it became a conditioned reflex, and when I heard that I wanted to compose a poem, I was anxious. Over time, Hu Xiang was inevitably suspicious, and always felt that these literati were deliberately playing tricks on themselves and watching their own jokes, so that they would be embarrassed to criticize them in their history.

In fact, these bird literati are really worried, Hu Xiang can still say two sentences when he looks at the history books of other dynasties, but when he flips through the "Yuan History" compiled by them, his head is two big.

It's not that this book is so profound, but it's too messy! For example, nine times out of ten, the Mongols in the book are either called Timur or Tokhtar.

And what is even more outrageous is that the same Timur may be called 'Temur', 'Timur', 'Timur', 'Timur' elsewhere - how can this Nima be reviewed? Every time he sits down and can't see a few pages, he has the urge to tear the book!

He couldn't help but ask Song Lian, can't we unify the name? Song Lian reluctantly showed him the first-hand historical materials of the Yuan Dynasty and said: "The Mongols remember it so messily, to be honest, we can't figure out which is which." Rashly corrected the mistake, this pot is our back, it is better to copy it as it is, who is responsible for it. ”

"Okay......" Hu Weiyong was speechless.

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

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Hu Xiang worked hard and slowly, and after a whole month, he finally survived until the day he left the museum.

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 the others said with a reluctant face.

"Alas, there is no way, I am entangled in state affairs, and I am already very happy to be able to squeeze out a month to get along with everyone day and night and scrutinize history." Hu Weiyong had a warm smile on his face, as if he was not suffering in the past month, but enjoying it.

"It's still too short, not deep enough, we haven't heard enough of Hu Xiang's guidance." Wang Wei said with a look of regret: "We don't know what to do in the later review." ”

"Alas, you are all experienced historians, do what you want." Hu Weiyong waved his hand and said: "As long as you remember the sixteen words of 'the heart of heaven in the body, the will of the people, the simplification of the complicated, and the straight book', there will be no problem." ”

"Oh, Hu Xiang is really clever, we will remember the teachings." Song Lian and others were busy being taught.

"Just say a few words casually, you have to do the work yourself." As he spoke, he walked to the door of the National History Museum and arched his hand: "Everyone, please stay." ”

"Hu Xiang, let's go." Song Lian and the others hurriedly bowed down to give salutes.

Hu Weiyong waved his hand, held the hem of his official robe, stepped over the threshold of the National History Museum, and involuntarily exhaled a breath of turbidity......

'Damn it, never again!' ’

~~

Outside the National History Museum, Hu Weiyong's nephew Hu De, led his only son Hu Tianci, and his second general, Shang Wei Peng Geng, has been waiting for a long time.

"Daddy!"

"Uncle!"

"Eun Xiang!"

"Hey, it's a godsend." The four of them greeted each other, but Hu Weiyong only had his old man in his eyes.

He has always had a difficult child, and he tried everything to give birth to a son in his forties with the help of the old monk of Jinshan Temple. Nature regards it as a treasure, it is really afraid of melting in your mouth, and you are afraid of losing it in your hand.

Naturally, his son also developed a pampered and willful temper, and today he was pulled by his cousin, who was already very unhappy, and patiently talked nonsense with the old man, so he was annoyed and ignored him anymore.

"Hey, this kid ......" Hu Weiyong was not angry, just smiled bitterly. This temper, iron with me. ”

Shang Wei on the side seized the opportunity to interject: "Enxiang, are you still happy to repair history this month?" ”

"Of course, who would dare not be happy with the original appearance?" Hu Weiyong said with a reserved smile: "Benxiang also gave them a lot of advice, which made them scramble all day long, and I guess they all wish I could leave quickly." ”

"They are in the midst of blessings and do not know blessings, and when they leave Enxiang, they know that they can't live this day." Peng Geng on the side also hurriedly said.

"What do you mean?" Hu Weiyong frowned when he heard this: "There was a mess this month? ”

"Alas, let's let him say it......" Peng Geng pointed at Shang Hui, and Shang Wei said depressedly:

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

"Less nonsense! Hurry up and say, what's wrong?! Hu Weiyong instantly recovered from the lazy state of the history museum to the vigorous and resolute prime minister of the Ming Dynasty.

"Yes!" Peng Geng swallowed his saliva and said stubbornly: "At the end of last month, news came back from the sea that His Royal Highness the King of Chu personally led the city fleet to annihilate Fang Chen's two pirates, and also took advantage of the situation to destroy the thieves' nests in Zhoushan and Penghu, and asked to set up inspection departments with the two places to never be a thief!" ”

"Old ...... How many boats did His Royal Highness the King of Chu bring? Hu Weiyong asked in disbelief: "Did you exaggerate the results of the war by destroying the two pirates?" ”

"A total of 10 ships were brought with them, and a total of more than 30,000 Haikou soldiers were annihilated before and after, and more than 200 large and small ships were captured. Among them, in the first battle of Bird and Flower Island, he completely annihilated 24 main warships and more than 20 small boats, and destroyed more than 10,000 enemies, including the bandit leaders Fang Datong and Chen Shanghai. Shang Wei said more detailed numbers:

"At this time, His Royal Highness is on his way back to the court, and he will sacrifice prisoners at that time...... Even if the results of the battle were exaggerated, the two pirates were indeed exterminated. ”

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

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

"Did the person surnamed Chen bite indiscriminately?" Hu Weiyong's heart tightened and asked in a low voice.

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

"Really, really, unexpectedly...... Victory. Hu Weiyong silently drank this cup of bitter wine, and asked, "What about the water master?" ”

"This is the second thing that his subordinates want to report," Shang Wei said with a bitter face: "Bei Wei Shui Shi was disarmed by King Yan and King Jin. Although the emperor did not hold them accountable for the crime of the bandits, they were already fish and meat on the chopping board, and how to clean them up all depended on the cook's mood. ”

(End of chapter)