Chapter 62: The End of the Song and the Dispersion of People (2)
After Xia Yuanlong left, many of his colleagues also snorted angrily at Wei Huai and left one after another. By this time, most of the people in the courtyard had already left, leaving only a dozen old Confucians standing aside with their heads lowered.
It still took the dean's face into consideration.
"Let's go." Wei Huai had calmed down from his rage just now, "I can do it alone."
Ye Yongjia did not dare to say anything more. He only hoped in his heart that he would grit his teeth and persist, so he endured his words and nodded in agreement: "Then please sir and Ye, let's go."
Wei Huai was supported by him, put on his official uniform and belt, and stood firm before grabbing his crutches and going straight out the door with him.
The group of old scholars looked at Wei Huai with pitiful and sad eyes, and the latter suddenly stopped walking as if he noticed something.
Wei Huai turned around, and the silver hair on his temples was blown by the breeze.
"Go and tell Xia Yuanlong that I will do the work alone... He still has a family, don't let this bastard go his own way and implicate innocent people."
After that, he set out on the road again and disappeared under the watch of everyone.
The sunlight in the afternoon is no longer as intense as noon. Covered by thin clouds, the sun shoots out a faint golden light from the sky and shines on the tower of the Meridian Gate. This light does not generate heat, and coupled with the gentle breeze, the blue sky is as clear as water.
, making people feel refreshed.
Although Ye Yongjia's heart was still heavy, he still couldn't help but think that it was a good time to say goodbye.
"Who!"
"Prefect Ye Yongjia was ordered to bring the Imperial Academy's sacrificial wine guard Huai to the palace to attend the meeting." As he spoke, he took off his official seal and showed it to the guards.
When the guards saw nothing unusual, they called for someone to open the palace door. When they looked up, facing them was a long and wide stone road leading straight to the front of the palace - there was no one around.
Wei Huai timidly put the cane up. Every time he took a step, he heard the shouts and curses of people along the way. When he came, the street was full of people. They may still have expectations, but
Few people made a sound of support, and everyone surrounded him, as if they wanted to drown him in the endless crowd, making the 'dead' hero feel depressed and desperate.
Wei Huai knew that no matter who the hero was, he had never lived, so he could not be said to be dead.
But the hero in people's hearts had just died. They were spitting and shouting crazily, and gradually blurred in Wei Huai's mind, blurring into a black stream, quietly swallowing his way back along the stone slabs under his feet.
The noisy curses were gone.
People's shadows disappeared.
Wei Huai climbed the steps of the main hall.
Stand at the door and wait.
…
…
Boom!
The bell rang somewhere. Wei Huai looked around in horror. When he turned around, he found a bottomless abyss that had already cut off his last retreat.
His fear instantly filled his whole body. No one stood with him, but pushed him to the cliff, preparing to watch a heroic drama. But how could just one person turn the situation around? What he had conceived
It shouldn't be like this.
With an uneasy mood, Wei Huaihuai turned and looked forward. The old palace door was slowly pushed open. Under his gaze, there was no light inside, and it was extremely dim. Suddenly, the light illuminated the figures of three people.
: Wan Heshun's face still had a fake smile, Hu Qi leaned back on the chair, and their eyes were focused on another person. That person was a little thin and had gray hair on his temples, but he was actually Wei Huai.
He looked at himself holding on to the cane crutches tremblingly, as if he could no longer support himself, and his body began to slide down. The crutches were thrown aside, his knees sank, and there was a thump - but he actually knelt on the ground.
He was about to step forward, but the lights went out and there was silence. Wei Huai shuddered and opened his eyes, but everything was as usual, it was all an illusion.
"Wei Jijiu enters the palace!"
Before he had time to think, he strode into the house.
The princes and ministers standing on both sides turned their backs on him and talked about him in confusion; but the latter did not look sideways or pay attention to them. He only stared at Wan Heshun in front of him, leaned on the cane and sat down.
"It's hard work, Duke Wei." Hu Qi said with a smile.
"It's not hard." Wei Huai didn't even say a polite word, which made them both very embarrassed.
"The academy you built with your own hands is definitely not willing to be handed over easily." Wan Heshun realized that this was a difficult struggle and began to lower his head and flip through the documents. "But you have raised many lawless people and have violated the laws of the country.
You have to get rid of her ears. If you want to try your best to retain her, you need to be reasonable in your words, otherwise I will tear down your academy and I will not care about your kindness and will not be polite."
Wei Huai's face turned ashen, he nodded and answered yes.
"If you are willing to surrender, you can be guaranteed..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Huai's answer stunned everyone:
"I am willing to hand over the academy."
Wan Heshun raised his eyebrows and twitched his ears: "Wha...what?"
"Wei is willing to surrender."
After that, Wei Huai waved his sleeves and stood up and walked out of the palace. Wrapped in the bright sunshine, he walked on the stone road again. There was nothing to stop him now, and the vast sky greatly broadened his sight.
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He walked to the market, but there were no crowds of onlookers. There were people coming and going everywhere, and there were long shouts from vendors; he walked to Huaiqing Bridge again, and people under the thatched huts were holding fans and eating tea.
They all forgot about him and let Wei Huai go on without any end.
Perhaps there were still a few days before he would leave Nanjing. The letter he received then was an edict written by the emperor himself:
"Your Majesty has ordered that Wei Huai be specially rewarded for his ability to understand the general situation. Therefore, he is given a residence in Jiuhua Mountain, where he is asked to study in seclusion without paying attention to worldly affairs, in order to fulfill his wish. I admire this!"
He finally got tired. He walked to the shade to rest. When he wanted to grab something in his hand, he found that the cane was not in his hand and had long been forgotten in the meeting hall. No wonder no one remembered him when he met so many people.
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"Is there anyone?" A calm and experienced voice came from a small dilapidated house.
"Don't worry, Mr. Xia, there is no one." The person outside said softly while scratching the crack of the door.
"Okay, you stay outside and watch."
After Xia Yuanlong gave his instructions, he turned around and sat down with a kerosene lamp in hand.
"Everyone, that guy Wei Huai betrayed the academy. He is a coward, but we can't let go!" He beat his knees and gritted his teeth.
"We are all veterans of the academy. We are quite old. If we don't fight to the death, how can we give up?" An old gentleman said boldly, "After all, Mr.
"Okay," Xia Yuanlong became excited, and flames danced in front of his eyes, "Tomorrow we agreed to go to the street at the north gate of the academy to attract the people and attack and seize the government and army together. We are bound to take back our business and reorganize the country!"