Soon, Yang Huaisheng received an official document from the prince, which said, "In order to allow Zhongfang to rest in peace and recuperate, he has been dismissed from his post in the Imperial College", so he dismissed him as the official of the Imperial College. Yang Huaisheng also took advantage of this when he saw the government.
When things get worse, I feel sad and angry, and my heart becomes even more depressing.
The officials came to visit him every day, and when they saw his appearance, they knew that his condition was deteriorating and his days were numbered. But now he often vomited blood, which made matters worse.
At dusk that day, Yang Huaisheng suddenly called the official and told him: "I see that this disease cannot be cured, so there must be no cure... I expect that my life will be exhausted by now, but you can just kill me hastily."
Buried, no need for others to intervene..."
The clerk looked at him and shed a few tears, but was speechless for a long time.
"Will you agree?" Yang Huaisheng looked at him with eager eyes.
"Promise...promise." The clerk wiped his tears and said with sobs.
After saying that, he left the bedroom and walked to the wall, but then he had another thought: Wei Jijiu is a kind and upright person, and he is definitely not the kind of person Zhong Fang said. There must be a misunderstanding between them, which led to what happened now. If Zhong Fang swallowed his hatred
How can we not sigh if we die without closing our eyes?
Thinking of this, he immediately set off to the academy to look for Wei Huai.
The clerk walked along the white wall of the academy to the door. He happened to see Wei Huai and Xia Yuanlong just coming out of the academy. They immediately rushed around the corner. Regardless of the situation, they knelt down and said hurriedly: "
Mr. Wei! Yang Dianbook, he...he..."
Wei Huai was suddenly startled, his eyes widened, he stepped forward and grabbed his clothes, shouting: "Speak clearly!"
"Yang Dianbo is seriously ill in bed, and his life is not long now!" the clerk cried loudly.
At this time, Wei Huai had no intention of questioning him. Without saying a word, he pushed the official aside, dragged Xia Yuanlong, and ran towards Yang Huaisheng's mansion as if the wind was blowing under his feet.
"Brother Zhong Fang!"
The two of them opened the door suddenly and saw Yang Huaisheng lying on the bed, almost dying.
"Brother Zhong Fang..."
Wei Huai quickly sat by the bed and held Yang Huaisheng's hand. Seeing his old friend who had been with him for many years with his eyes slightly lowered, his mouth still stained with blood, and his face covered with dust, Wei Huai couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
"You...you..." Yang Huaisheng shook his arm, as if trying to break away from his hand, but he didn't have any strength.
Xia Yuanlong also came up. He slowly knelt on the ground, leaning on the bed board, and looked at him wordlessly, with tears in his eyes.
"You have harmed me... you have done this to me, and you still have the dignity to do so..." Yang Huaisheng was halfway through his words when he began to cough continuously as if he had lost his breath.
"We...what happened to us?" Wei Huai took a deep breath, his whole body trembling.
"Let me tell you."
When Wei Huai turned around, he saw the official standing outside the door, breathing heavily and with big beads of sweat on his face.
"Yang Dianbu felt that Vice-President Xia was deliberately ostracizing, sarcastic, and stabbing him in the back. Later, when Jijiu didn't say a word to save his life, he felt that you two were deliberately...trailing him."
"Brother Yang, I just really feel that you are not comfortable in this position. In order to maintain the authenticity of the New Deal, I also care about our friendship... I don't want these trivial things to harm our brothers..." Xia Yuanlong suddenly felt regretful and said no more.
After half a sentence, I could only lie on the bed and sob.
"Then...then Jimin...?" Yang Huaisheng tilted his head and looked at Wei Huai.
"I don't know why Ji Min is looking for you." Wei Huai lowered his head and said.
After Yang Huaisheng listened, he gradually started laughing as he lay there.
"My three brothers are not separated from each other!" He laughed heartily, his voice louder again, a few tears streaked across his face, and fell down his cheeks onto the pillow. Xia Yuanlong also came over and held him tightly.
hand.
The three hands were held together again at this time.
For a moment, Yang Huaisheng's hand slowly slipped from between their fingers, but they refused to let go immediately.
Wei Huai turned his head and looked at Xia Yuanlong, who was also staring at him. They looked at each other with too many emotions mixed in his eyes.
Yang Huaisheng was indeed dead. Knowing that he had no relatives around him, Wei and Xia raised money to buy a good sandalwood coffin for him and put his body in it; the officials helped them set up a mourning hall.
, a memorial tablet was erected upright, and it was written, "The position of Yang Gong Zhongfang of Xuzhou".
The moon is at the top of the sky, and the silver light is scattered straight in the courtyard. It shines on the thick wooden boards of the coffin, making it even more white and flawless. The moonlight gradually wraps up the entire coffin. From one side of the coffin, you can clearly see a pair of
The thin shadow gradually moves closer here.
Those were Wei Huai and Xia Yuanlong. They held the wine flask, took two wine cups, sat down in front of the coffin, and put the wine aside.
"Brother Yang, have a drink with us again!" Xia Yuanlong smiled with ease, but this smile was so painful.
"Brother Yang, please tell me about your reform strategy again! We have to listen to it this time and hear enough! Ah... hear enough..." Wei Huai said, unable to stop himself from swallowing up more, crying bitterly.
Tears.
Xia Yuanlong patted Wei Huai's head comfortingly.
"Did we hurt you? Really..." Xia Yuanlong poured the wine, raised his head, and his eye circles were deep red.
"Jing Zhongfang!" Wei Huai shouted.
"Greetings to Zhongfang!" Xia Yuanlong also shouted.
The two of them slowly spilled the wine on the ground, their voices seemed to be very low, for fear of disturbing the soul.
After paying their respects, the two of them turned around and leaned on the coffin, looking at the bright moon and drinking wine.
"Tell me," Wei Huai sighed, holding the wine cup high, the wine flickering gently in the clear light. "Why is Zhong Fang's idea necessarily wrong?"
Xia Yuanlong drank with his head down and didn't answer.
"His method is simple and unpretentious, but mine is extremely utilitarian..."
"Brother Wei, you can't be swayed..." Xia Yuanlong finally couldn't help but say, "I know that Brother Yang's death has dealt a big blow to us, but Zhong Fang wants to see a perfect new policy and care for the people.
Live and work in peace and contentment. If you take the wrong path and miss a big event, Brother Yang will not rest in peace even if he is under the pressure of nine springs."
"That's the same thing." Wei Huai sighed.
"But we have spent everything for reform, and even lost Zhong Fang... Whether it is joy or sorrow, who knows?" Wei Huai sneered and continued to drink.
Xia Yuanlong had no intention of arguing with him, and just stared blankly at the dark night sky.
"Did you know? Wan Heshun dismissed Brother Zhong Fang from his post." Xia Yuanlong's tone clearly restrained the endless anger contained in his heart.
"Really?" Wei Huai hesitated for a moment.
"What does 'really' mean? Don't you think this is unfair?" Xia Yuanlong asked.
"It's really unfair...but we don't have the strength to restrain the chicken. Going to Wan Heshun alone is like hitting an egg with a stone." He looked depressed and drank another bowl of bitter wine.
"Why are you afraid of him!" Xia Yuanlong stood up righteously.
"If we don't give Brother Yang justice, our brothers will be in vain!"