Chapter 62: The End of the Song and the Dispersion of People (5)
After hearing this, Xia Yuanlong couldn't help but tremble with the chopsticks in his hand, and smiled slightly with relief: "Okay, okay... okay! Then I have no regrets about leaving!" After that, he ate hungrily, very excited.
Peace of mind.
When he put down the bowl, a beam of sunlight suddenly shone in front of him, and the warm light hit his delicate face.
"Master Ye, come and see me off!" Yuan Long laughed several times. It turned out that it was Ye Yongjia who opened the cell door and walked over slowly.
"I am today's prison officer," Ye Yongjia's mood was already calm at this moment, "I am here to pick you up from prison and see your husband on his last journey."
Xia Yuanlong straightened his sleeves, rubbed his face again, raised his neck and said, "Let's go."
However, Ye Yongjia waved his hand to the people behind him and bowed to Xia Yuanlong: "I would like to say a few words to you sir at the end. How do you express your respect?"
"Okay." Xia Yuanlong readily agreed.
"Do you really think the academy can save the people if it continues like this?" Ye Yongjia said with a serious face, "Now that everything is over, you should open your heart."
Xia Yuanlong dusted off his clothes and said calmly: "Adults may not believe it, but Xia has never thought about this kind of problem. As long as you understand that it is the right direction, you will charge forward no matter what, regardless of your own safety. As for success and
No, the right time, the right place, the right people, and the right people are both indispensable, and it was not predicted by anyone."
"You might as well think about it now."
Xia Yuanlong pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I'm stupid, so I still don't know. But Master Ye is so aggressive, does he want me to admit that it was right for Wei Huai to surrender?"
Ye Yongjia smiled: "This junior has no such intention. But if you can't even see the path under your feet, and can't even tolerate the voice of doubt, in such an academy, failure is inevitable."
"You have said so much, and your thoughts are far-reaching. But in your hands, how can we reform it?" Xia Yuanlong seemed not to be outdone and asked a sharp rhetorical question.
"I am appointed as the minister of the capital, and I will carry out reforms in the court on my own, from the inside out, so that I can achieve good results. As for the opposition, although I can resist it in every possible way, it will not be as overwhelming as it is now."
Xia Yuanlong laughed loudly: "If this was a matter that could be solved internally, the world would probably be clear-eyed a long time ago. A court that has been suffering from long-term illness should use external forces to give it a push, no matter whether it leads to death or survival; if it takes root in it,
Otherwise, you will be bound by that rotten rule and you will be forever alone and helpless."
Ye Yongjia was noncommittal and just replied: "Just wait and see."
"It's a pity that I won't be able to see that day," Xia Yuanlong blocked the dazzling sunlight with his hands, "I hope you can really serve as our successor."
"You still said the word 'we'." Ye Yongjia slowly stood up and turned his back. The pawns on both sides were already approaching.
"In the final analysis, Wei Huai created an era, even though it was too short-lived..." He gradually closed his eyes and felt like his body was being lifted out.
Bang!
The gunfire rang out again, and two sturdy men walked out of the bustling crowd. They were dressed in red and holding wide-mouthed machetes. They walked onto the stage with a happy face and stood on both sides with their stomachs straightened out.
Ye Yongjia was facing the back of the execution platform, sitting on the imperial chair, surrounded by a group of sergeants on both sides, and the clerk was standing bent behind him.
"Sir, it's time to begin."
Ye Yongjia clutched the token and was reluctant to give the order. At this moment, he heard the sound of the cannon and had no chance to hesitate, so he gritted his teeth and threw it down.
"Execution at three quarters at noon!" the clerk picked up the token and shouted at the top of his lungs.
I saw a criminal being escorted from a distance. The soldiers removed the wooden shackles on his neck, opened the chains on his hands, and pushed him onto the stage.
"Xia Yuanlong is guilty of the crime of treason. He was so audacious and ignored the emperor's constitution. He is extremely hateful! He will be executed in the city to police the common people!" The clerk held the document and read aloud.
Xia Yuanlong walked up to the executioner and looked around at the people around him. They all looked at him with ashen faces and worried about him. No one dared to say anything.
He liked the quiet atmosphere very much. He walked freely on the stage and felt the cool breeze, as if he had never enjoyed such freedom.
"Okay," he looked at his reflection on the back of the knife, "let's do it."
"Dad, dad, dad..."
At this time, a heartbreaking cry came from the crowd. It was a child, stumbling through the thick crowd and trying to run up.
Xia Yuanlong suddenly turned around, rushed forward in panic, and held the child in his arms.
"Dad..." The child was breathing heavily and spoke intermittently, "You... why did you die... you can't die... I want you to come down and play with me..."
Xia Yuanlong's eyes were red. He silently patted his son's head and comforted him in a low voice.
"Daddy...I'm dizzy, dizzy..."
"That's why you're crying," he suppressed his sadness and smiled bitterly, "Don't say it so harshly, it's about dying."
As he said that, Yuan Long moved the child in front of him, pointed at the thousands of people in the audience and said, "Look, so many people are here to see my father. It's very lively, isn't it?"
"I don't care..." The child was still crying.
"You are so young, how do you know what death is? My life is gone, but my soul is still floating around. I am dead only when my soul is gone." Xia Yuanlong held his son's hand tightly, "You will never see me again.
But my spirit can still accompany you. Don’t worry, dad won’t leave and will always be by your side.”
"Uncle Wei Huai is very close to here. If you have nothing to do, just go and bother him. He wants to be free from now on. It's not a good thing! It's a punishment for him." Xia Yuanlong patted his head again and said with a smile, "Let's go.
Let’s go!”
The child was taken away by the soldiers. Xia Yuanlong reluctantly let go of his son's hand and looked at the latter's back. Such a strong man actually shed tears slowly.
He tried his best to stop being attached to anything, so he closed his eyes and opened his arms again.
Bang!
The billowing smoke of gunpowder filled the execution ground, and I could vaguely see the silver light shining on the big knife. I raised the knife and cut it down.
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"Is it over?" Cai Xianqing was packing the luggage of Ye Yongjia, the newly promoted minister, when she saw him walking over with his head sullen.
"It's over, Xia Yuanlong...is dead." Ye Yongjia opened his eyes wide, and he could recall the scene even as soon as he closed his eyes.
"Everything starts over," Cai Xianqing sighed and comforted, "It's time for you to take over this important task."
"Well," he swallowed and looked at the glow on the horizon, "it's getting late. Go to the library and inform the envoy to leave immediately!"
Cai Xianqing went to call the envoy. But Ye Yongjia felt that he had nothing to do and needed to relax, so he rode out of the city and saw water on all sides and farmland as far as the eye could see. He was reining in his horse when he heard a familiar voice coming from behind.