"You can leave, there is no room for you here."
As soon as Li Yong stepped through the door, he heard these words that shocked him.
This is the door to the meeting room. Of course the person sitting inside was Ye Yongjia, who looked at Li Yong seriously.
"Master Prefect, slave..."
"Get out!" Ye Yongjia cursed.
Li Yongsui was very confused and left the Yamen.
I was expelled like this? He asked doubtfully inwardly. 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 fault, 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 its dependence, it 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 trapped in a quagmire, walking alone with the depression of hopelessness. After that, we never saw him again.
Ye Yongjia stayed in the post of prefect for three months without making any achievements. Some people say that this is also because Mr. Ye has not been in office for a long time and has not yet shown his talents; but Ye Yongjia himself knows that even if he stays here for many years, he will not be able to achieve any political achievements. He was tired of his previous grand ambitions. He was even cynical and despaired of the 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 that his behavior is inevitably contradictory. Hope and pessimism are intertwined in his heart, 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 an envoy to Chenzhou to tell Ye Yongjia to move his official position elsewhere. After the people learned the news, they spread the news by word of mouth and were excited, perhaps even more excited than he himself was. Ye Yongjia, on the other hand, has lost his desire for the joy of moving to another place, and is just thinking about whether this is a blessing or a curse: on the one hand, he hates Chenzhou with all his teeth, and wishes to leave here early; on the other hand, he does not want to adapt to the official rules of other places, and is afraid of the dangers. .
Unfortunately, this matter was not decided by him, so he had to set up an incense table outside the city and kneel down to receive the imperial edict. When he finished listening, 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 suddenly realized that he smiled and slapped his forehead. There were no old friends around him anymore.
Thinking this way also added a bit of relief, he only had to take care of himself and had nothing else to worry about.
The imperial court sent him several soldiers and asked them to escort the Nanjing magistrate "Master Ye" on the road; they got on their horses, with Ye Yongjia at the forefront, and walked out of Huaining City. Because no one wanted to stay, he walked very lightly and left Chenzhou quickly. He couldn't see this old land from a distance, but he didn't have any mood swings.
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.
"No, he has been the prince there for more than ten years, and his position is really unassailable." After that, the soldier came forward 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 he treats him slightly inappropriately, Wan Heshun will hate him, and even losing his life will be considered a trivial matter."
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..."
"Nothing. Since you recognize it, just go on." Ye Yongjia smiled.
"This Wei Huai is a famous 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 it is a bustling place, but we have never seen it." He added, "Because there are many literati and scholars under him, they call him Mr. Wei is called the 'Leader of the Alliance'; but he is truly worthy of this title. When he speaks, he responds to everything."
Ye Yongjia was quite surprised that Mr. Wei, who had been in poverty in Jinan in the past, had suddenly transformed into some kind of 'leader'; he couldn't help but laugh at himself when he remembered that he had said to him, "If I serve in Nanjing, there will be hope for this reform." He gave a wry smile.
Even Ye Yongjia didn't know how long they had been walking. On the way, we had to rest for many days due to bad weather. As of now, we may have been traveling for a month.
The majestic capital city stands high, and officials of all sizes appear extremely insignificant, 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 is a lot of etiquette. The leading official told him who this person is, who that person is, and who this person is. They all got to know each other in turn before letting the prefect enter the city.
According to the old practice, Ye Yongjia went to the Confucius Temple to burn incense and worship the "Holy Master", and then went to see Wan Heshun, the king of Jiankang County. After everything was done, he entered the magistrate's yamen and arranged for the yamen servants to lay out lottery tubes, wake-up trees, etc., and he would be promoted to director from today on. 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 is an altar, it is just a piece of bare land with a paved road. It is crowded with people, either wearing green or white turbans, wearing old cloth, standing there talking; there is a room behind the 'altar' The door of the small bamboo house is so deep that it cannot be opened.
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.
The man raised his head and said, "At his feet..."
"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, and everyone looked at each other in confusion.
"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 completely 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 story before."
