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

Zhu Yuanzhang was really troubled by Mr. Hu's bad behavior.

Damn it, can't you be a little more motivated?

Why aren't you jealous of fame, wealth and power?

But... Zhu Yuanzhang really had no way to directly put a certain position on Mr. Hu's head.

There is nothing else to say. Master Hu has even figured out the trick of pretending to be sick. God knows what other cruel tricks he has?

Moreover, Old Zhu was also vaguely a little worried.

If this old salted fish is really provoked to get up and make all kinds of trouble, what will he do then?

The current court has finally been stabilized with great difficulty.

After thinking it over, he still couldn't do anything about Master Hu, so Old Zhu slapped his forehead in frustration.

"Fuck it, I'll talk to you later, it's so annoying!"

Let’s not talk about Old Zhu’s annoyance for now. On this side, Master Hu walked out of the Jinshen Hall leisurely, but was stopped by someone before he reached the palace gate.

"gentlemen!"

"gentlemen!"

"Mr. Hu!"

……

Hearing the shouts coming from behind him, Master Hu stopped and turned to look over in confusion.

"Hey, Old Thirteen, what's wrong?"

The little carrot head who came running over shouting was actually Zhu Yuanzhang's thirteenth son.

Although this kid looks inconspicuous now, he will become a vassal king in the future and will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of his life.

However, it is not good enough for Master Hu.

Look, even his name is Old Thirteen.

Apart from a few people in the palace, only Master Hu can call him that.

Old Thirteen ran up to Master Hu and asked repeatedly.

"Sir, why didn't you come to teach us?"

"We brothers have been missing you so much lately!"

"You don't know, the few old masters who took over are all sour scholars, not even one tenth of your ability."

"You should come and take classes with us brothers. Really, after listening to your class, it feels like farting when I listen to others!"

Looking at the boy whose face turned red with excitement, Master Hu felt somewhat relieved.

He has never been a serious teacher in his two lifetimes.

But I just taught these guys a few lessons, but they took it so seriously.

Although Mr. Hu didn't say it, he was actually very happy.

But...teaching is impossible to teach!

It’s more fun to just lie down at home and do nothing!

Aren’t those beautiful wives and concubines in the mansion more pleasing to the eye than these naughty kids?

Thinking of this, Master Hu smiled and patted the Thirteenth Prince on the shoulder.

"Old Thirteen, it's great that you and your brothers want to make progress and study."

"But you have to understand that I, the teacher, am still in poor health."

"I can't teach you naughty kids while I'm sick and injured, can I?"

"So, don't be impatient!"

"When my injury is healed, I will come to see you!"

"Don't worry!"

It’s no wonder that Master Hu’s prestige among these little bastards is really high.

In addition, because the previous "injury" of Mr. Hu happened in full view of the public, it had already become a hot topic.

Therefore, the Thirteenth Prince actually believed it.

The boy nodded heavily.

"it is good!"

"Then Lord Hu, you should take good care of yourself. We will wait for your return in the palace!"

After saying this, he bowed deeply to Master Hu, and then left without looking back.

Watching the other person leave, Master Hu nodded with satisfaction.

"Tsk, this kid is much easier to talk to than his father!"

"And he's quite polite, not bad!"

Listening to Master Hu's sigh, Mao Xiang, who had watched the whole thing from beginning to end, felt terrible.

He looked at Master Hu with a strange expression.

"Mr. Hu, you are lying to the Thirteenth Prince, aren't you afraid that you will be exposed and offend others?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Hu's face suddenly became serious.

"What are you talking about, Lao Mao?"

"What's wrong?"

"Could it be that you mean that I, an old man, am pretending to be sick?"

"I'm telling you, don't play that game. When I say I'm injured, I mean I'm injured. There's absolutely no falsehood!"

Looking at Master Hu's confident expression, Mao Xiang felt as if he had eaten a fly and was extremely uncomfortable.

He really has a lot of complaints stuck in his throat and can't spit them out!

Mom, do you want to listen to what you are saying?

hurt?

Old man?

You know what, if he hadn’t seen that scene when he found the person just now, Mao Xiang would have actually believed it.

Damn!

The news outside was so vivid.

He was seriously injured and died, and he was also paralyzed on one side.

But the result?

fart!

Hugging two beautiful women and having fun?!

Look at Mr. Hu now, his back is straight, his lips are red and his teeth are white, how can he look like a sick person at all?

What's more, don't think that Mao Xiang didn't notice it before.

As an old spy, he had smelled some strange odor when he was in that courtyard before.

We are all grown men, and we will know what it is after a little thought.

It's just a result of the nightly revelry.

This macho man who can be wild, have fun, and fight two men at the same time is probably in better shape than Mao Xiang.

How could such a person have the nerve to deceive the Thirteenth Prince while he himself is recuperating from an illness?

At this time, Mao Xiang's eyes were looking at Master Hu with something strange.

Master Hu was frightened by Mao Xiang's look. He glared back and asked in a bad mood.

"What's wrong?"

"Not convinced?"

Mao Xiang shook his head with a strange look on his face.

"I have no right to be dissatisfied in front of Lord Hu!"

"What's more, the fact that you have the treatment you have today is due to your ability. I can't express my admiration for you enough!"

"I just can't understand why you, who are young and strong and have the trust of His Majesty, are unwilling to make efforts in your official career?"

"Why would you rather hide in your house and steal the ladies' company than come out and rule the world?"

Master Hu once again turned his head like a horse, curled his lips, and strode forward without saying a word.

say what?

What's there to say?

You've been working for others for both of your lives. Could it be that you're addicted to being treated like a slave?

If life really forces it, then so be it.

But you can obviously live a comfortable life, but you still have to work like a slave to be the queen of examination papers? What's the point?

Tukhachevsky?

Ignoring Mao Xiang's face full of question marks, Master Hu leisurely got on the carriage and slipped away.

When I returned to the courtyard, I saw two women who were sitting restlessly as soon as I entered.

"Hey, what's wrong with you guys?"

"Are you worried about me, Master?"

"master!"

Hearing the familiar voice of Master Hu, the two girls screamed in surprise and then rushed into Master Hu's arms like young swallows.

Holding two beauties on each side, Master Hu laughed heartily.

"Alright, His Majesty just wants to talk to me about something, don't panic!"

"Let's play music and dance!"