Ming Dynasty: At the beginning of the game, Lao Zhu resigned and retired.

Chapter 59 Hu Weiyong: Waiting for Yang Xian to be killed
Chapter 59 Hu Weiyong: Waiting for Yang Xian to be killed

Hu Weiyong didn't care at all about the ups and downs in the court.

In fact, it is also said here.

Because in fact Hu Weiyong was "qualified" to go to court.

In other words, logically he should have gone to court.

But how could Hu Weiyong endure the pain of getting up early every day and standing there.

What's more, other fifth-grade officials went to court just to show their face in front of Lao Zhu and Shangguan, and for future promotion.

But our Mr. Hu, who has been treated cruelly by the Prime Minister, will care about this?

He is just a scumbag who is bent on ruining things.

Therefore, when he entered the palace last time, he casually mentioned to Zhu Yuanzhang that he would not go to court unless there was anything special in the future.

The reason is also very simple, "I can rest in peace and recuperate, and I don't bother to deal with those people. It's so annoying!"

The words were very rude, but as soon as the commander shouted, Lao Zhu wrote him an imperial edict on the spot that allowed him not to go to Changchun.

For Zhu Yuanzhang, Hu Weiyong's approach of not being willing to get involved or have relationships with others was simply too good to be true. Why wouldn't he support it?

Moreover, it's not that Hu Weiyong doesn't listen to his call, but he just doesn't attend the regular court every day.

Therefore, when the court was full of ups and downs against Hu Weiyong, Hu Weiyong was having breakfast at home leisurely.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, wiping his mouth, Hu Weiyong wandered around the house first, just to eat, and then got on the carriage and wandered to the Ministry of Etiquette to be a mascot.

Looking at the familiar entrance plaque of the Ministry of Etiquette, Hu Weiyong curled his lips irritably.

Damn, bad luck!
Work is annoying!

Originally, it would be better if he didn't have to lie down at home to do shit, but after Lao Zhu did this, he had to do so many errands and had to come to the Yamen to sit there every day.

I'm so bored!
And it’s not okay if you don’t come!
Hu Weiyong knew very well that it didn't matter if he was late for a while, after all, he was a sinecure now.

But if it's less than that, then there's more or less a problem.

When I walked into the Etiquette Department, I found that it was extremely busy today.

This made Hu Weiyong feel ashamed of being a bastard! ?
But as soon as the thought came to his mind, he quickly shook it off.

No, once you are a bastard, you will always be a bastard. You must not shake your "Taoist heart" because of some circumstances!
I am not completely out of the sea of ​​misery now, so how can I care to compare with these people who are just trying to be better?

Now that I have reached the end of their journey, it is normal not to fight like them.

Hu Weiyong arrived at his own public house with ease and made himself a pot of tea first.

He turned to look at the sky and felt that it was a good day. He nodded and asked Shunzi, who was following him, to help carry out the lounge chair and small coffee table.

Shunzi is his entourage. She has nothing else to do here except to serve him.

This kind of thing is actually quite common in various yamen.

After all, you have become an official, how can you do all the trivial matters yourself?

Of course, if you don't reach a certain level, you are not qualified to do such a thing.

Hu Weiyong lay happily on the recliner, flipping through the storybook in his hand.

He originally translated these words from Hu Renbin.

That bastard actually secretly hid a storybook in the study next to the ancestral hall. Naturally, he had to be beaten up and confiscated.

However, considering that this was a rare drawing board, Hu Weiyong reluctantly did not destroy it, but brought it to the Ministry of Rites to kill time.

Now I am reading it in the sun with a sip of tea and snacks. It is really a unique experience.

I have to say, don’t look at the veteran drivers in the Internet literary world in the future who will always step on the accelerator and speed up the car, and then watch the readers scream.But in fact, after arriving in the Ming Dynasty, Hu Weiyong discovered that, damn, the ancients were not inferior to their descendants in this regard.

The breadth and depth of language and writing have finally been understood by this group of literati.

It's written in such a way that someone wants to reject it but welcomes it, shy and timid but with a fleeting eye. It's not too seductive.

Therefore, Hu Weiyong now has to bring this book with him every time he comes to the Ministry of Rites.

The purpose is to pass the time and learn the charm of language.

Just when Hu Weiyong was looking at it with great interest, a doctor suddenly came over.

This man's name was Jia Fu, and he was ten years older than Hu Weiyong.

In this life, this doctor is basically done.

Therefore, this person is also a rare official from the Ministry of Rites who gets together with Hu Weiyong.

After all, there is always a tacit understanding of mutual sympathy among the gangsters.

No, not long after Hu Weiyong sat down, Jia Fu wandered over and poured himself a cup of tea without being polite.

He smacked his lips, savored the taste, and said slowly: "Master Hu, you really just sit there in the middle of the army and are as motionless as a mountain!"

"Today's morning meeting, you were jointly impeached by Prime Minister Yang and a group of officials."

Hu Weiyong was not surprised at all by Jia Fu's tip.

The relationship between Jia Fu and himself was handled so well. On the one hand, it was certainly the sympathy between the two salted fishes.

But on the other hand, could it be that Jia Fu, a salty fish, is secretly planning to turn around?

After all, Hu Weiyong, who had been prime minister and was still in the heart of the emperor, was a perfect target for some people.

Hu Weiyong took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner, looked up at Jia Fu, and asked calmly:

"For Ben Konko's matter?"

He knew very well that whenever someone impeached him, it would definitely be this matter.

After all, that's what he's been doing lately.

Jia Fu's answer obviously confirmed his thoughts.

After listening to Jia Fu happily retelling the excitement of the morning court, Hu Weiyong was so surprised that he didn't scold his mother on the spot.

Damn it, I obviously just want to survive, but Yang Xian actually comes out and bites people?

What is this piece of shit trying to do?
In other words, does he think he wants Lao Zhu to kill him for such a crime?
Or do you think you care about your position as a Hanlin bachelor?

To be honest, if Yang Xian could get Lao Zhu to remove himself from his official position as a Hanlin bachelor, he would have to thank him.

But now it seems that this piece of shit is most likely going bad.

However, Hu Weiyong recalled it carefully, and it seemed that after Yang Xian became prime minister in history, he did have a bit of confusion.

Of course, the final outcome is naturally not good either.

If Lao Zhu wants to kill someone, it's easy to do it.

After thinking about this, Hu Weiyong rarely calmed down.

It seems like I don't have to do anything, just wait.

If Yang Xian is like this, let him be arrogant for a few days, but most of those who float in front of Lao Zhu will not survive long.

After thanking Jia Fu who came to report the news, Hu Weiyong continued to drink tea and read leisurely, not in any hurry.

After all, he was the one who deceived Lao Zhu and Da Zhu and his son. How could he have the same understanding as Yang Xian, who was not clear-headed?
Just wait for Yang Xian to be raped!
(End of this chapter)