Daming: I'm rotten, my father is Hu Weiyong

Chapter 35

Hu Hanshan slept in the warm as spring wing room, and woke up with a smile in his dream. He dreamed that he escaped Hongwu Twelve's butcher's knife.

Smacking, smashing, Hu Hanshan stretched out in the satin bat-pattern quilt.

Suddenly there was another shock.

He hurriedly sat up from the satin bat-pattern quilt and saluted: "Father."

It was already high in the sun, and according to usual habits, Hu Weiyong had already been handling government affairs in Prime Minister Zuo's yamen.

I don't know what happened today, but I came to Hu Hanshan's wing.

Hu Weiyong stroked his beard, and the expression on his serious old face eased more than a little: "Yes, I can win the favor of that old master Song Lian."

"The possibility of worshiping under that old master's door is already half."

In Song Lian's favor?
its not right.

It is clear that he writes himself in a bad way, and the smell is so bad that even a dog will hate it when he sees it.

How could Song Lian be favored?

Could it be that the report was replaced by his father Hu Weiyong?

Confused, Hu Hanshan put on the silk jacket and cloud-toed shoes under the service of two maids.

Under the service of the soft and tender hands of Lvhe Hongliu, he chewed the chi wood in the morning and washed his face with hot water.

Hu Hanshan spat out the salt water in his mouth and kicked Hu Er, Xingshi asked, "Did your father change that report?"

Hu Er's father was the manager of Zhongshan Garden, and also the manager of the entire Prime Minister Zuo's official residence. As the son of the family, Hu Er became the personal long-term follower of Prime Minister Zuo's eldest son.

Hu Er was full of grievances, and said with a mournful face: "No, young master, when I went out, I deliberately walked from behind, so that Chief Hu couldn't see it, and sent it to Dongli Thatched Cottage with my own hands."

Hu Hanshan knew that Hu Er would never lie to him, so he could only reluctantly ride on the Liaodong Dama and head to Dongli Thatched Cottage.

Come to the door of Dongli Thatched Cottage.

The Chengxian Street in front of the gate has long been filled with the children of bureaucrats and gentry, all of them can only look at the gate, watching eagerly.

Very few are able to pass the threshold.

There are only Liao Shirong and a son of a central minister.

When the only Liaodong Da Ma came to the gate of the thatched cottage, the six or seven sons of princes and some important ministers around Liao Shirong were waiting to see Hu Hanshan's jokes.

Because of the voluntary resignation of Fu Yujin's engagement, these Beijing uncles were almost pissed off.

Hu Hanshan came so late, he must have suffered too much, and couldn't enter the threshold of the prince's Five Classics teacher.

Especially thinking that Hu Hanshan, the top three talents in Jinling, still failed to catch Song Lian's favor, and the eldest son of the deputy minister and other important ministers and children felt instantly at ease.

However, it's not long before this comfort lasts.

Hu Hanshan's face was full of irritability, and he walked into Dongli Thatched Cottage obviously reluctantly.

The butler standing at the door did not stop him, but let Hu Hanshan in respectfully.

The comfortable breath of the chief minister's eldest son and other important ministers' children immediately stuck in their throats, and their faces turned red and even turned purple.

The sons of bureaucrats and gentry standing behind quickly slapped them on the back, and then they recovered.

The eldest son of the Deputy Prime Minister and other senior ministers recovered their strength, as well as the six or seven princes' sons, who almost ran out of breath and bumped Hu Hanshan to death.

Go in and go in.

What the hell.

The bureaucrats and gentry's children racked their brains to think of various ways, and the prince's Five Classics teacher, who couldn't even pray to God or Buddha, gave him favor.

When he arrived at Hu Hanshan's place, his face was full of reluctance.

Those who didn't know thought they had entered Jinyiwei's prison and were about to be tortured.

Hu Hanshan was walking on the green brick path of Dongli Thatched Cottage, really thinking about how to escape from the imperial prison, the place that scholars in the world dream of.

Dongli Thatched Cottage has only two entrances, the front is a wing room, and the back is a garden full of chrysanthemums.

When Hu Hanshan walked into the main hall, Liao Shirong and the eldest son of the household servant were waiting in the main hall early.

Neither of them dared to sit down. Now that they had reached the last step, they could not make any mistakes in any aspect.

I can only stand respectfully, my back hurts from standing.

Fortunately, Hu Hanshan came so late, and even yawned.

With such a bastard appearance that desecrates the dignity of teachers, Song Lian, a famous scholar in China, would be considered blind if he saw him.

Hu Hanshan sat directly on the official hat chairs on both sides of the main hall, picked up the official kiln chrysanthemum teapot on the table next to it, and poured a full cup.

I didn't drink it down, and the food I ate in the morning was a bit salty. After rinsing my mouth, Gululu spit it out the door.

Turning around, he saw Liao Shirong and the eldest son of the Household Minister who were still bowing to each other.

Da Lala patted the shoulders of Liao Shirong and the eldest son of the Household Minister, and said in amazement: "The standing is very beautiful, why don't you sit down and have a drink."

Liao Shirong and Liao Shirong were standing with sore backs, and when they saw Hu Hanshan drinking tea and spitting water without any scruples, an unknown anger burst into his heart.

Liao Shirong was supposed to be the son of Huaixi Xungui, so he reminded him under fire: "If you do such ridiculous things again, you will not be able to worship Mr. Qianxi today."

The eldest son of the servant of the household department glanced at Liao Shirong complainingly, and reminded Hu Hanshan what to do, and there was no shortage of an adversary.

Hu Hanshan just wants to show bad.

Tell them and they won't understand.

Sitting on the official hat chair more and more unscrupulously, he almost lay down.

When the three of them came, Song Lian and Chen Ze walked in from the back hall, and they had been observing the performance of the three of them.

I feel very good about Liao Shirong's respect for their teachers.

As for Hu Hanshan, who was sitting there with Da Lala, he was not displeased at all, but instead became satisfied that he was better than good.

The more Song Lian looked at Hu Hanshan, who was unrestrained, the more he saw the shadow of Zhonglie Gongwen Tianxiang from his friend Chen Zeshuo.

Liao Shirong and the eldest son of the servant saw that Song Lian had a good feeling for them, and smiled inwardly, but saw that Song Lian was satisfied with Hu Hanshan.

This is so weird.

We must know that Song Lian, a famous Confucian in China, values ​​filial piety the most, and respecting teachers and morals is one of the important behaviors of filial piety.

Look at Hu Hanshan's muddy appearance, there is no filial piety at all, he almost has the mark of unfilial son on his forehead.

Song Lian was even more satisfied with him.

Liao Shirong and the eldest son of the servant looked to the side in puzzlement, and when they saw the great Confucian Chen Ze, they felt a 'thump' in their hearts.

There has been a rumor circulating in Jinling these days that Chen Xiaowan, one of the four great daughters of Jinling, has always been fond of Hu Hanshan.

None of the sons of the bureaucrats and gentry believed it, and they all thought it was a fabrication.

How could Chen Xiaowan, who even rejected Song Shen, the eldest grandson of Song Lian, a famous Confucian at home, could never forget Hu Hanshan.

However, judging from the expression of Song Lian, a famous scholar in China, it should be true.

Hu Hanshan put on such a dirty look, Song Lian can still be satisfied, it must be the great Confucian Chen Ze who helped the prospective son-in-law speak well.

(End of this chapter)