As soon as Li Yong stepped through the door, he heard these words that shocked him.
This is the door of the meeting room. Sitting inside is of course Ye Yongjia, who looked at Li Yong with a serious expression.
"Master Prefect, slave..."
"Get out!" Ye Yongjia cursed.
Li Yongsui was very confused and left the Yamen.
Am I being expelled like this? He asked doubtfully in his heart. A very sudden sentence, he was not ready to be hit rock bottom yet.
He walked past Lu Deguang's sealed mansion, thinking about his mistake, but still didn't understand it.
He had already arrived outside the city, and when he looked at the deserted plain from a distance, he felt a little depressed.
No one came to see him off, and no one came to ridicule him. As Ye Yongjia said, he was just the source of evil in his heart: he witnessed with his own eyes how Li Yong made Lu Deguang completely lose his conscience.
But now that the evil has been separated from his attachment, he can only act at a loss. He is rooted in the interactions of people in the world, and when he is alone, he seems to be stuck in a quagmire, holding on to the world.
Depressed and frustrated, he walked alone. After that, we never saw him again.
Ye Yongjia stayed in the post of prefect for three months without making any achievements. Some people said that this was because Lord Ye had not been in office for a long time and had not yet made a name for himself. But Ye Yongjia himself knew that even if he stayed here for many years,
After months and months, it was impossible to achieve any political achievements. He was tired of his previous grand ambitions. He even became cynical and despaired of this declining dynasty.
Although he was able to work hard in the officialdom and was well versed in the principles of party unity and dissent, he was horrified by the blood and filth in those dark corners because of his ambition. Therefore, we can often see his
His behavior is inevitably self-contradictory, and hope and pessimism are intertwined in his mind, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.
But at this moment, the emperor issued an imperial edict to promote him and sent envoys to Chenzhou to tell Ye Yongjia to move his official position to another place. After the people heard the news, they spread the news by word of mouth and were very excited, which may be even greater than his own mood. Ye Yongjia was already
Losing the desire for the joy of moving to a new house is nothing more than considering whether this matter is a blessing or a curse: on the one hand, he hates Chenzhou with all his teeth and wishes to leave here as soon as possible; on the other hand, he does not want to adapt to the rules of officialdom in other places and is afraid of dangers.
Unfortunately, this matter was not decided by him, so he had to set up an incense table outside the city and kneel to receive the imperial edict. After he listened, he knew where he should go: Nanjing.
This place really felt familiar to him, but he knew nothing about it. He had forgotten how many years had passed since he left there. He originally wanted to ask someone around him, but as soon as he turned around, he realized
When he woke up, he smiled and patted his forehead. There were no old friends around him anymore.
Thinking this way also made him feel a little more relaxed. He only had to take care of himself and had nothing else to worry about.
The imperial court sent several soldiers to him and asked them to escort the Nanjing magistrate "Master Ye" on the road. They got on their horses, with Ye Yongjia walking at the forefront, and walked out of Huaining City. Because there were no people to stay, they walked very lightly.
, and quickly left Chenzhou. He could not see this old land from a distance, but he did not feel any fluctuation in mood.
As he was walking on the road, he suddenly remembered that he should ask about the situation in Nanjing, so he called an officer and said: "Did you know that there is a man of great benefit here in Nanjing?"
"He is the local county king. Naturally, our brothers have heard of him."
"Is he still in Nanjing recently?" Ye Yongjia asked.
"But no, he has been the prince there for more than ten years, and his status is really unassailable." After that, the soldier came forward again and whispered: "You think the imperial court has given you a big official, but in fact, you are here.
It's all at the mercy of Lord Wan. If you treat him slightly inappropriately, Wan Heshun will hate you, or even lose your life."
Seeing that he had spoken in depth enough, Ye Yongjia stopped asking and said instead: "Did you know that there is a man named Wei Huai in Nanjing..."
"You're talking about him!" Jun Bing was so anxious that he forgot that Ye Yongjia hadn't finished speaking yet. He looked at his face and apologized: "Sir..."
"It's okay. Since you recognize it, go ahead and say it." Ye Yongjia said with a smile.
"Wei Huai is a well-known figure in Jianghuai. He has made the Guangsi community really powerful!"
Ye Yongjia has not left Chenzhou for several years and does not understand much about this kind of worldly affairs: "Guang Si Tan?"
"It's just a place for lectures. Mr. Wei recruits students and makes friends with literati here. I heard that there is a bustling place, but we have never seen it." He added, "Because he has many literati and scholars under his command, they called him
Mr. Wei is called the 'leader of the alliance'; but he really deserves this title. When he speaks, he really responds to everything."
Ye Yongjia was quite shocked that Mr. Wei, who had been in poverty in Jinan in the past, had suddenly transformed into some sort of 'leader'; he couldn't help but laugh at himself when he remembered what he had said to him, "If I serve in Nanjing, there will be hope for this reform."
A wry smile.
Even Ye Yongjia didn't know how long they had been walking. They had to rest for many days due to bad weather along the way. As of today, they may have been traveling for a month.
The majestic capital city stands high, and all the officials, big and small, look extremely small, standing under the city gate. Needless to say, they are all here to welcome the new prefect.
As soon as the cannon fired, the officials shouted and knelt down one after another. Ye Yongjia dismounted and bowed to them. The rest was a lot of etiquette. The leading official told him who this person was, who that person was, and who this person was.
After getting to know each other one by one, he let the prefect enter the city.
According to the old practice, Ye Yongjia went to the Confucius Temple to burn incense and pay homage to the 'Holy Master', and then went to see Wan Heshun, the king of Jiankang County. After everything was done, he entered the prefecture's Yamen, arranged for the Yamen to lay out the lottery tubes, and woke up the wood.
Class, will be promoted to director from today. While they were busy, Ye Yongjia asked casually: "Where is Wei Huai now?"
A government official replied: "It should be there, only three miles away."
"clear."
Ye Yongjia turned around several alleys and crossed several streets. He only walked for a short time. The sky was still bright and the sun set on the so-called Guangsi Altar. Although it was an altar, it was just a paved road.
There was a bare place, crowded with people, either wearing green or white turbans, and old cloth clothes, standing there talking. There was a small bamboo house behind the altar, and the door was deep and closed.
Ye Yongjia just suddenly remembered that this was the old stage where Wei Huai used to preach political affairs.
"May I ask where Mr. Wei is?" Ye Yongjia walked over and asked someone.
The man raised his head and said, "At his feet are..."
"The new prefect of Nanjing."
"Oh..." He nodded in surprise and pointed to the bamboo house, "Mr. Wei is there. We are all waiting for him to come out to speak. But Mr. Wei hasn't come out for a long time, and it's hard for us to ask. You just happened to be here.
Advise him to go."
"Thanks."
Ye Yongjia walked straight to the bamboo house, where everyone looked at each other and made a mess.
"Is Mr. Wei here? Do you recognize student Ye Yongjia?" Ye Yongjia knocked on the door respectfully.
The door of the house creaked, and a man walked out of the shadows of the house - Wei Huai.
He originally thought that this man would step forward in high spirits, but his face was surprisingly haggard, his eyebrows were drooped, and his hair was almost white. Ye Yongjia stared at him in surprise.
"You must want to know what happened here," Wei Huai said, "Come in, I have to tell you the previous story."