Soon, Yang Huaisheng received an official document from the prince, which said, "In order to allow Zhong Fang to rest in peace and recuperate, he has been dismissed from his post as Imperial College Supervisor", so he dismissed him as the official. When Yang Huaisheng saw that the government was taking advantage of this opportunity to add insult to injury, he felt sad and angry, and his heart became even more depressed.
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 will not get better, so there must be no way to save me... 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 official 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 this, he left the bedroom and walked to the wall, but then he had another thought: Wei Jijiu was a kind and upright man, and he was definitely not the kind of person Zhong Fang said he was. There must have been a misunderstanding that led to what happened now. If Zhong Fang swallows his hatred and dies, how can he not die with his eyes closed?
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 ran over from the corner. Regardless of the situation, they knelt down and said hurriedly: " Mr. Wei! Yang Dianbook, he...he..."
Wei Huai was startled, his eyes widened, he stepped forward, grabbed his clothes, and shouted: "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 pushed open the door 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 that this old friend who had been with him for many years had 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 walked up. He slowly knelt on the ground, leaning on the bed board, looking at him wordlessly, his eyes filled with tears.
"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 as if he had run out of 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 him, 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 truth 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 Jimin is looking for you." Wei Huai said with his head lowered.
After hearing this, Yang Huaisheng 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 grabbed his hand tightly.
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 to look at Xia Yuanlong, who also stared at him. They looked at each other, with too many emotions mixed in their eyes.
Yang Huaisheng was indeed dead. Wei and Xia knew that he had no relatives around him, so they raised money for him to buy a good sandalwood coffin and put his body inside; the officials helped them buy a mourning hall and set up a memorial tablet upright. , wrote "the position of Yang Gong Zhongfang of Xuzhou".
The moon was high in the sky, and the silver light scattered straight across the courtyard, shining on the thick wooden boards of the coffin, making it even more white and flawless. The moonlight gradually enveloped the entire coffin. From one side of the coffin, you could clearly see a pair of thin shadows gradually approaching 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 and couldn't help but choked up and cried bitterly. .
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.
"I respect 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.
"Say," Wei Huai sighed, holding the wine cup high, the wine glimmering gently in the clear light. "Why must Zhong Fang's idea be 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 Jiuquan."
"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 power to restrain the chicken. Going to Wan Heshun alone is like throwing an egg at 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!"
