Ming Dynasty: Dressed as the Only Son of Li Shanchang

The vermilion curtain dangled in front of my eyes, and the maid's copper basin fell to the ground and turned around to report the news. The third year of Hongwu was a hot day - Huaixi nobles were arrogant and arrogant, and Zhu Yuanzhang turned against him faster than turning over a book. The footsteps outside the door had reached the corridor, and a woman's cry came in first. I clutched the sheets and took a deep breath: The Hu Weiyong case will last for more than 20 years, enough for me to move.