After this dispute, the brotherhood between Wei and Xia became even colder. Wei Huai began to hate Xia Yuanlong's stern face. He never thought that Xia Yuanlong only believed in the name of reform, and the close friends who fought alongside him seemed to be just a
It's nothing more than a tool: once it breaks away from the will he believes in, he will suffer the contempt of the former. He doesn't want to stay in the academy for a moment longer. Although his own house is not peaceful, the scoldings of the people can even make Wei Huai sober up.
Gradually, everyone in the alliance noticed something strange and began to form separate camps and form cliques. Most of them supported Xia Yuanlong and encouraged him to act on his own to save the academy from the fire and water.
Xia Yuanlong also wanted to clean up the current messy situation, but he finally remembered his long-term friendship with Wei Huai and did not want to play such a conspiracy behind his back, so he sternly scolded everyone: "Although Mr. Wei mentioned it in front of everyone,
Regarding the matter of resignation, there is no conclusion yet, and I cannot make the decision. If you are for your own selfish interests, and the party is united and opposed, wouldn’t you be guilty of your true intentions? As long as Yuan Long is here, he will not let the evil wind cause trouble!"
Everyone was silent and did not dare to mention this matter again; Xia Yuanlong got to know the true faces of several people because of this, but due to the imminent crisis, it was not appropriate to internalize them, so he only secretly derogated them.
But Xia Yuanlong has always been a persistent person, and of course he would not sit idly by, so he found another way and came directly to Ye Yongjia to discuss it. He himself was not in the Yamen, so Xia Yuanlong asked the Yamen to get a chair and sit in the second hall to wait.
At this time, Ye Yongjia was inspecting the water situation in front of Yundu. When he saw the Yamen servant coming to report, he hurriedly asked what was going on.
The yamen servant pointed back: "Xia Siye is now at the yamen and wants to discuss official business with you."
"Official business?" Ye Yongjia frowned, "Okay. I understand."
He first took care of the things at hand in an orderly manner, then left Yundu in a hurry, asked his entourage to come in an official sedan, and took a shortcut to the government office.
The bearer was about to pass through the street in front of the Weifu Gate. Unexpectedly, there was a crowd of spectators in front of him. Everywhere was crowded with people, making it impossible for the sedan to pass through. He had no choice but to lower the sedan pole and turn back.
Ye Yongjia also heard the noise outside, so he rang the copper bell, stopped the sedan, stuck his head out from the curtain, and asked, "Why can't it work?"
"Sir, I don't know why, but many people have gathered on the road, as if they are cursing people."
Ye Yongjia turned his head and saw that there were hundreds of people climbing on the wall or kicking in the door, and some were throwing stones into the courtyard, making a sound that could crack the ground.
"I can't see clearly. Whose residence is that?"
The bearer of the sedan chair stood on tiptoe to take a look and replied: "Wei Jijiu."
"Yeah."
A strange smile appeared at the corner of Ye Yongjia's mouth. He leaned out and dropped his legs to the ground, feeling the warm sunshine above his head.
"I won't cause trouble," Ye Yongjia stood under the wall, "Just look at it from a distance."
He stood alone on a large piece of empty land, which formed a very interesting contrast with the scenery there: the sky was sunny and sunny here, and there were crowds of people and shouts like thunder, but there seemed to be a layer of dark clouds.
Ye Yongjia was staring, even though his expression was not serious, but rather teasing and looking on with a cold eye, what could not be changed was his gaze that was full of meaning.
His mind immediately drifted away, as if the perspective was suddenly zoomed in, and he fell into the indescribable frenzy, and saw clearly the ferocious faces of the onlookers. Their facial features were almost torn apart, and their eyes bulged out.
Bloodshot eyes were aimed at Wei Huai's house as if they were enemies. Their words became clearer:
"Wei Huai, where have all your lies gone?! You swore before that you would take us out of the sea of misery, but why haven't you seen the New Deal come out now? Everything we should have has been ruined by you!
"
A scholar who claimed to be a student of Wei Huai stood in front of the door and claimed, "I'm afraid this Wei sacrificial wine was paid by the government!" These words were like a handful of firewood, igniting the scene even more vigorously.
Although Ye Yongjia did not remember Wei Huai ever making a similar oath, it became certain among the crowd. As for the 'student', the prefect also knew that he was the son of a wealthy gentry, and his family was guarded.
The land confiscated by Huai was only taken back yesterday due to the repeal of the New Deal.
The enemy who deserves to be denounced is standing right in front of them, but they are blindly gullible and insult the dean who has upheld justice. He knows that the people are burdened by taxes and exploited by landlords, so they long for a saint to appear to save the people.
.They are willing to pursue this saint fanatically,
They are willing to carry the bloody flag for him; but for the New Deal, they just stand on tiptoe and look at each other from afar - they believe that ideas are something that saints are born with, unfathomable and inaccessible, and it seems that they only need to wait
This saint used the sword and everything was solved.
After all, this kind of fanaticism is based on numbness. Ye Yongjia thought of the people in Chenzhou, why wasn't it the same? He suddenly realized that his emotions towards people were complicated. Sometimes he seemed to stand on the sidelines and mocked
This kind of numbness; sometimes he also pities their situation and wants to make everyone in the world cheer. He hopes that one day, this enthusiasm comes from the heart and makes the enemy truly tremble.
He put back his mixed emotions, lowered his eyelids, sighed secretly, and ordered his servants: "Let's go, get in the sedan."
"Master Ye!" Xia Yuanlong saw Ye Yongjia's face, his eyes shone with joy, "You really made me wait!"
Ye Yongjia hurriedly bowed and said: "I am busy with official duties, so I forgive you for keeping me waiting."
"Now that the academy is in crisis, I think the only person in Nanjing who can help me is you, Futai." Xia Yuanlong patted his shoulder without hesitation, "I hope you can help me."
"Say it." The two sat down.
When Xia Yuanlong saw someone on his left and right, he dipped his finger into the tea and wrote on the table the words "Please try to rescue the captured righteous man" in small square characters.
Ye Yongjia couldn't recognize all the words, but he roughly understood what he meant. He nodded and said, "This matter is a little difficult, but I can do something about it."
Xia Yuanlong clasped his fists and thanked him: "The future of the academy depends entirely on you!"
"I wonder if Mr. Wei knows?" Ye Yongjia knocked on the pot lid and asked naturally.
Xia Yuanlong's face actually turned pale. He pondered for a long time and then replied coldly: "He doesn't need to know."
"What happened to you and him?" Ye Yongjia rubbed his eyebrows and asked in confusion, "Now we need to unite as one."
"He has lost his true nature as a reformer and is no longer on the same path as me. Whether he is alive or dead has nothing to do with me." Xia Yuanlong spoke very anxiously, "To put it simply, he has backed down."