The twelfth year of Hongwu.

AD 1379.

At the beginning of the world, the Beiyuan army was defeated like a mountain and had retreated to the northern border of the Central Plains. Zhu Yuanzhang took command of Yingtian and was powerful in all directions.

However, history is always surprisingly similar. At that time, there were many factions in the court, and Prime Minister Hu Weiyong had power in both the government and the opposition. He planted cronies everywhere. The prime minister's power overshadowed the imperial power, which made Zhu Yuanzhang dissatisfied. Other factions in the court were also secretly instigating.

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It happened that Hu Weiyong's son Hu Fei fell off the carriage while driving through the city and was seriously injured. He is still unconscious. Hu Weiyong was furious and arrested the five members of the groom's family in order to vent his resentment.

As soon as this incident came out, the city was filled with uproar and undercurrents.

And under this undercurrent, a strange phenomenon quietly occurred in the Linglong Garden in the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

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Prime Minister's Mansion.

Linglong Court.

Amid a burst of pain, Hu Fei gradually regained consciousness, and the trace of memory remaining in his mind was a fragment of a truck rushing toward him.

"Wake up, son..."

"Why aren't you awake yet? If you just left like this, if your mother knew about it, she would definitely not forgive you... and my father would not have the nerve to go see your mother..."

Waves of sad, unfamiliar sobs kept echoing in Hu Fei's ears, like a repeater, over and over again.

Hu Fei struggled and slowly opened his eyes, and then saw a figure sitting in front of him.

A middle-aged man, probably in his forties, with a sad face and tears streaming down his face, was holding his hand and murmuring something.

Seeing this strange man, Hu Fei was stunned for a moment, subconsciously withdrew his hand, sat up from the bed, and stared at the man in front of him warily.

"Who are you?!"

Hu Fei looked at the middle-aged man dressed in ancient costume and blurted out.

Am I dreaming? Or have I entered the underworld?

"Son! Are you awake?! You are finally awake! Great!"

Seeing Hu Fei sit up all of a sudden, the middle-aged man was startled, and then showed a child-like happy smile, wiping his tears and shouting.

"who are you?!"

Hu Fei pinched his thigh and felt a sudden pain.

He knew that he was not dreaming, but he became even more confused, so he asked loudly again.

"My child, what's wrong with you? I'm your father and you don't recognize me anymore? What's going on?"

The middle-aged man looked at Hu Fei doubtfully and answered anxiously.

"I'm your father! Take advantage of me, right?!"

After hearing what the middle-aged man said, Hu Fei felt unhappy and couldn't help but curse.

He was an orphan. He had never seen what his biological parents looked like since he was a child. How could he have a father halfway through? So he subconsciously thought that someone was trying to take advantage of him.

But then, a familiar yet unfamiliar memory suddenly exploded in Hu Fei's mind. Because the amount of memory was so large, Hu Fei couldn't help but feel dizzy, and then fell down on the bed again.

Unconscious.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man looked confused and hurriedly stood up. At a loss, he turned his head and shouted toward the door.

"Come here! Come here! Chuanling Tai Hospital! Order the hospital envoy to come in person to diagnose and treat the young master! There must be no mistake!"

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In the daze, a memory gradually merged with Hu Fei's subconscious, intertwined with his original memory, one modern and one ancient.

The owner of this memory is also named Hu Fei, but he perfectly interprets the meaning of the word Hu Fei. He is a complete prodigal, a playboy, proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, drinking, having fun and spending money all day long.

Like running water.

Hu Fei, who lived up to his reputation for misbehavior, was notorious throughout the capital, and there were rumors that it was a shame to the entire Ming Dynasty that a great prime minister had such a son.

Although Hu Fei was not ashamed of this kind of life, it was something he had longed for countless times during countless hungry and cold nights.

It was at this time that Hu Fei knew that he had died in the accidental car accident, but he had traveled back to ancient times and became the son of Hu Weiyong, the last prime minister in the history of the Ming Dynasty and even China.

Is this God's favor?

What kind of status does the son of a prime minister have? Isn't he destined to be rich and wealthy, with fine clothes and food? It's no different from a plutocrat who is worth tens of millions and brags all day long that money is not important to me.

The second-generation official was once the most shameful type of person for him, but now he is a little excited and even a little grateful.

At this moment, a tingling sensation suddenly came, causing Hu Fei to snort and slowly opened his eyes again.

"Master, wake up, Master, wake up!"

A girl in purple stood in front of the bed. When she saw Hu Fei opening his eyes, she shouted in surprise.

"Son, you scared my father. As long as it's okay, it's okay."

The middle-aged man looked at Hu Fei who was awake and said with relief.

On the other side, Wu Yong, the envoy of Taiyuan Hospital, was slowly putting away a silver needle and arranging the medicine box. He had just used acupuncture to wake up the comatose Hu Fei again.

After receiving the order from the Prime Minister's Mansion, he immediately rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Apart from entering the palace to examine Zhu Yuanzhang's health, he had not been to the palace for many years.

"How about it?"

The middle-aged man looked at the doctor and asked in a deep voice, with a trace of worry between his eyebrows.

"Congratulations to Mr. Hu. Mr. Hu has fully recovered and is not seriously injured. It may be because he fell to the back of his head when he was injured, so he suddenly fell into coma just now. After the villain prescribes some prescriptions for replenishing energy and refreshing the brain, he will eat more

You will be cured after the accident."

Wu Yong bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man and replied slowly.

He was even more cautious than when he met Zhu Yuanzhang, because he did not dare to neglect the person in front of him no matter what.

Hu Xiang is the prime minister of the current dynasty, Hu Weiyong.

Looking at the entire capital, who dares to neglect this powerful prime minister?

"I know, let's go down."

Hu Weiyong waved his hand, signaling Wu Yong to step back, and turned to look at Hu Fei again, his eyes filled with relief.

Hu Fei was also looking at the loving man in front of him and couldn't help but frown.

Is this the last prime minister in history, Hu Weiyong?

This seems to be somewhat different from the Hu Weiyong in historical records. How could such a kind-hearted man be a rebel?

Although he was not Hu Weiyong's real son, he could clearly feel the fatherly love hidden in Hu Weiyong's words and deeds, which he had never had or experienced before.

This feeling is like a long drought followed by sweet rain.

No! Rebel?!

But then, Hu Fei's head buzzed, and then he hurriedly raised his head and looked at Hu Weiyong.

"Did you kill the coachman!?"

Hu Fei stared at Hu Weiyong and asked loudly.

"Not yet. I just imprison the whole family. He should be lucky. If something happens to you, your father will never let him go. He will have his whole family buried with you!"

Faced with Hu Fei's sudden question, Hu Weiyong was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly and said.

Although no one in the capital wanted to see his son, and everyone said something bad about his son behind his back, to him, no matter whether this son was good or bad, he was his only son.

Whoever hurts his son will make him pay the price!

"Fortunately, fortunately..."

After hearing Hu Weiyong's answer, Hu Fei couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"What?"

Hu Weiyong frowned, not understanding what Hu Fei meant.

"It's nothing. Let him go quickly. Not only must he be let go, but he must also be fed and fed!"

Hu Fei turned to look at Hu Weiyong and said seriously.

"What do you mean?!"

Hu Weiyong became even more confused and looked at Hu Fei with a puzzled expression.

Hu Fei moved his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain it to Hu Weiyong. He couldn't tell Hu Weiyong directly. Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to use this matter to attack him, right?

From the gradually recovering memory, he recalled the four major cases in the early Ming Dynasty that shocked history, the first of which was the Hu Weiyong case.

This incident was very involved at first, and more than 30,000 people were killed successively! It was a sensation!

The trigger point of this major case was that Hu Weiyong killed a coachman who caused his son to fall off the carriage and die.

If he remembered correctly, it was already the twelfth year of Hongwu, and Zhu Yuanzhang's plan to eradicate Hu Weiyong's party had officially begun.
To be continued...