Three days later, Lao Zhu sentenced Wu Yong to beheading and told the world that the case was over. The matter was revealed and he would no longer pursue the case.
"Fortunately, the family was not harmed." Su Wanying was delivering Gu Chen's shoes and sighed, "It's not too tragic if only he dies."
And he was buried properly, unlike others who were hung at the market entrance for several years without even a complete beard and tail.
For example, Guo Huan's skin is still hanging high at the market entrance.
"It's his fault." Gu Chen suffered from heatstroke after talking to Biao'er and took a few days off: "The Guo Huan case is over now."
It won't be long before the fish scale atlas in the Jiangnan area can be successfully drawn.
Then it reached Lao Zhu smoothly. After Lao Zhu got what he wanted, he could be quiet for a few years, and then he had to deal with Li Shanchang.
Finally, it was time to consider moving the capital.
In history, although the last place Zhu Biao went to was Zhu Chong's Xi'an.
According to books such as "The Complete Records of Huang Ming Tong Ji Fa Zhuan", "On the Founding of the Capital", "The Secret History of the Jiang Family", "Huang Ming Cong Xin Lu" and other books, it is said that Zhu Biao was interested in Luoyang.
The Ming History compiled by the Qing Dynasty only talks about Minister Hu Qi's proposal to move to Xi'an.
After hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang sent the prince to have a look and inspect the ancient capital.
After Zhu Biao came back, he presented a map of Shaanxi. He didn't mention the map of Luoyang, where he planned to build the capital, and he didn't mention where he wanted to build the capital.
Gu Chen didn't have any other intentions. He just wanted to buy a big house in advance.
Before it was designated as the national capital, it would have been much cheaper to buy a house.
After Lao Zhu finished criticizing the memorial for the day, he lay on the imperial concubine's couch and let Queen Ma put a warm towel on his eyes to relieve his fatigue.
"Why do you have to be so tired?"
"It's obvious that the memorial is not important, just leave it to a few bachelors. You think you are still young, what are you going to do if your eyes are damaged?"
Lao Zhu stretched out his hand, held his mother-in-law's hand, and said with a smile.
"If we couldn't see you anymore, wouldn't there still be you and Biao'er Xiongying?"
"When the time comes, just read it to us."
As soon as he said that Cao Cao had arrived, Yun Qi informed the prince that he was here.
"Let the boss come in."
After Zhu Biao came in, he bowed according to the rules. After chatting for a while, he heard the old man ask.
"Is Xiao Gu still sick?"
Lao Zhu rested his head on his wife's legs and did not sit up, nor did he wait for his son to reply.
"You are still too young to be frightened. If you see a little blood, you won't dare to show your face. If it were Mr. Li, he wouldn't be afraid."
But it's okay, knowing that he is afraid of the imperial power is a good thing for the boss.
"Father, the weather has been a bit hot recently, and many people have suffered from heatstroke. Guangxi also likes to eat cold drinks. It's normal to get cold and hot."
Zhu Biao thought his father blamed Guang Xi for being careless, so he quickly explained for him.
"Your father, I have no intention of blaming Mr. Xiao Gu."
Queen Ma took off the towel from her husband's eyes and replaced it with a hotter one.
"Your father was angry because someone impeached Mr. Li, saying that his younger brother Li Cunyi was a member of Hu Weiyong's party. Your father absolved Li Cunyi of his crime, but Mr. Li did not express his gratitude."
Lao Zhu chuckled and did not comment on this. He remembered that he was not in good health a few days ago, and his uncle Li Qi did not show concern.
Think about it again, Hu Weiyong was promoted by Mr. Li.
The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.
Yes, the Hu Weiyong case was indeed promoted by him in order to abolish the phase.
But Hu Weiyong did have disobedience and the intention to evade imperial power.
Mr. Li, he...
"Dad." Seeing that something was wrong, Zhu Biao said quickly: "The most important thing now is the fish scale album from Jiangnan. Mr. Li is seventy-one years old this year. Dad doesn't have to argue with Mr. Li about these details."
Among these heroes who founded the country, Mr. Li has made the greatest contribution.
If Dad were to attack Mr. Li, the literati would probably write about him as a tyrant.
The same goes for Mr. Li. As he gets older, why does he become more confused when doing things?
"That's right." Lao Zhu took off the veil from his eyes with a mocking look in his eyes: "Those people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang will have to drink wine as a penalty if they don't drink the toast."
"In this case, you can't blame me for being cruel. In the next life, be smarter and fight with whomever you want. Don't fight with the imperial power of my Zhu family."
If it weren't for the fact that there were still many wars going on in the imperial court, it wouldn't have been easy to get into a big fight.
As early as the first year of Hongwu, he took action against the landlords and gentry.
"Boss." Queen Ma took the soft pillow and put it under Lao Zhu's head. She got off the soft couch and said, "Young Master Gu is a talented person. I can help you in the future. Please be more relieved."
"You have to tell him that your father doesn't kill people indiscriminately. Tell him not to be afraid. As long as he is not guilty of treason, he will be fine."
She also felt that Wu Yong was pitiful, so she secretly gave Wu Yong a lot of things and took care of her, so she would not let his death be in vain.
"Your mother is right." Lao Zhu raised his head and said that his daughter-in-law was right: "He saved your mother, not to mention committing some trivial matter, he just committed the crime of treason. We will also spare him three deaths. .”
God knows how anxious and scared he was when his sister was seriously ill.
This woman who gave him a new life was more than just a daughter-in-law.
Later, the girl was rescued. From the bottom of his heart, he was grateful to God, Xiao Jiuxian, and at the same time, he was also grateful to Gu Guangxi.
Gu Chen's illness was actually cured. He simply wanted to rest for two more days, spend time with his wife and daughter at home, and teach his son to write.
Under the grape trellis in the main courtyard, there are iceberg windwheels and attractive watermelons. The coolness that penetrates the heart and soul makes most of the boring summer heat disappear.
Su Wanying was calculating the ledgers under the eaves. From time to time she looked up at the large and small grape trellises, showing a soft smile.
There is a book table next to the iceberg. Little Gu Xiu has a chubby face wrinkled, holding a brush in his hand, practicing his calligraphy stroke by stroke with pain on his face.
Gu Chen held a thick ruler in his hand, stood behind his son and educated him.
"As the saying goes, this word is a person's face. Especially for scholars like us, if you enter the imperial examination and become an official in the future, the first thing the examiner will look at is this word."
"If you want to write well, you need to practice it frequently since childhood. Your handwriting looks like chicken claws. If you don't practice it well, won't you lose face to your father and me in the future?"
He thought for a long time and still hoped that his son could take the path of a civil servant.
Safety!
"Dad, my son is less than five years old, and it's not time to study hard yet. There are allusions in ancient times about robbing seedlings to encourage their growth. Don't you know, dad?"
Gu Xiu inherited Gu Chen's talk, you just have to say something to him.
He can give you ten compliments, so he is a good material for being a troll.
"You must listen respectfully to your parents' words." Gu Shuning took a copybook and placed it in front of his younger brother: "Don't talk back to your father."
"Wang Youjun said that as long as you write the word Yong well, you won't have to worry about not being able to write beautiful words. Dad, let your brother practice the word Yong first."
When she was as old as her brother, she could not say how beautiful her handwriting was, but at any rate her handwriting was very straight, while her brother's handwriting was crooked.
No wonder Daddy is worried.
"Yes, the girl is right." Gu Chen nodded, feeling that his daughter was considerate: "Son, if you can write the word Yong correctly, dad will let you play."
Gu Xiu looked up at his smiling sister, and then at his father holding a ruler beside him. Although he was a little reluctant, he still had to work up his energy to practice calligraphy.
There was nothing he could do, he couldn't beat his sister, let alone his father.
In order not to get beaten, you have to be obedient.
"Sir, Madam." At this time, Pearl came panting from the front yard: "Your Majesty...His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and His Highness King Wu are here."
