"I'm just like you, very tired... Do you know what I'm going to do? Guess...?" Ye Yongjia drank so much that he couldn't even hold his tongue straight. There were tears on the corners of his eyes, and his face seemed to be burning red. generally.
Wei Huai was not drunk, but his face was slightly tipsy: "Although you are my student, I am not the tapeworm in your belly. How can I guess!"
"I...I am the dignified Nan...Nanjing prefect, not someone's...student!" He tilted his head in a daze, unable to speak a sentence.
"My trip... is to go to the prince and reveal all the evidence, so as not to..." At this point, he hiccupped and took out the few official documents he had brought with him, "so as not to expose them behind his back." I'd better make a deal with myself...if I cut off my head, I'd be happy; if I take off my official post, I still feel like I've made a lot of money! I've made a lot of money..." He After smiling bitterly for a long time, he gradually began to sob uncontrollably.
Wei Huai patted his shoulder silently, and then comforted him in a low voice: "Why bother? Why bother..."
"You are ambitious and don't want to put the world at risk, but I, Ye Yongjia, have nothing... nothing..." His voice was extremely hoarse.
"Why not? Get up first!" Wei Huai held his arm with one hand, but Ye Yongjia remained motionless.
"If I continue to...continue to live as before, I will not only have to bear the burden of my previous crimes, but also help that gang of traitors to do shameless and despicable things! What do those people think of me? They wish they could peel my skin off. Woolen cloth!"
He shook his head, and then took another sip of wine, "The people want to kill me... The superiors want to use me... I myself look down on me. What else can I do? What's wrong with you? There's no way. Well. That’s good..."
"Don't be downcast yet, get up." Wei Huai said with a serious expression.
Ye Yongjia raised his head and glanced at Wei Huai, then supported the table and stood up unsteadily.
"Get up, get up..." He kept mumbling.
"Tinglong, don't you think this is a bit pretentious?" Wei Huai tapped his leg with a cane.
"Hypocritical? Haha, I don't even have my life..."
Before Ye Yongjia finished speaking, he suddenly heard a gust of wind blowing by his ears, followed by a 'pop' sound, and received a loud and clear slap from Wei Huai. After this beating, he was almost sober from the alcohol, and he stood straight on the spot.
"Do you think it's easy for me? I have no power, and I only achieved this career by gritting my teeth and persevering. Not to mention that I spent a while in jail and was almost assassinated!"
Wei Huai took a step forward, staring at him with firm eyes: "As a prefect, you have the power to be superior to others. You should think more about making contributions and helping the country... but here you are. No disease, nothing to do! If you are really such a person, don’t pretend to be aloof and talk about other people’s misbehavior and how they work for others... If you really want to do this, you will be in the same category as them! "
"But they would never dare to die."
"Death? If you really want to do this, no one can stop you; but no matter what, I am your former husband, so I won't allow you to do this!"
"Have you ever thought that if you die, you will be peaceful, but won't it just fulfill Wan Heshun's wishes? For your own benefit, it is equivalent to selling your life to others... Or you are a treacherous person like Wan Heshun !" Wei Huai shouted at the top of his lungs.
"What are these incriminating evidences?" Wei Huai grabbed the official documents, turned around and picked up a candlestick that was so bright that it shone brightly into Ye Yongjia's eyes.
"If you want to change your mind, a few documents can't stop you," Wei Huai threw the official document on the table, "If you still want to change your mind, just burn these things and make peace with the past. This is more meaningful than sending it to Wan Heshun."
The fire in Ye Yongjia's eyes seemed to make his heart heat up and boil, not to mention that there was Wei Huai standing next to him. This made him seem to be spiritually elevated at this moment.
Ye Yongjia did not hesitate and walked straight to the candlestick, feeling a rush of hot air blowing against his face. He held the official documents and slowly brought them to the edge of the candlestick. In an instant, the flames flew, and the candle flame burned from the tip to the end of the paper, quickly extending to his fingertips. But Ye Yongjia no longer feels pain - he has been reborn from nirvana.
September. Heavy rain in Nanjing.
This downpour, accompanied by strong winds, washed away an ancient city, which was beyond everyone's expectations. What's even more frightening is that the impatient rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it continues continuously until one day it breaks out.
The water of the Qinhuai River was suddenly stirred up, and a lion-like roar suddenly rose up from the usually peaceful river. The snow-white wave broke down the pontoons and dams, rushed to the shore, and swept away people and belongings near the river. Rapid speed attacks in all directions.
Mixed with the sound of lightning and thunder, houses collapsed wherever the water passed, swallowing both sides of the river under the river.
"I have told you the Ministry of Industry a long time ago! The dam is in disrepair, the dam is in disrepair, I have told you so many times!" Wei Chong stood in front of Wan Heshun and roared at the trembling Minister of the Ministry of Industry in Nanjing.
"The sandbanks in the upper reaches of the Qinhuai River have silted up, and a channel has recently been dug to lead to the Yangtze River, causing the river to carry sand and discharge it into the inland river... There is nothing the official can do..."
"Excuses! Excuses! They are all excuses!" Wei Chong raised his hand, "No matter what reasons your Ministry of Works finds, the problem lies with you! Having said all that, why didn't you refuse to dredge the river and build embankments in the first place?! The Ministry of Works' treasury Could it be that the silver is your family's private property? Such a penny!" Wei Chong looked back angrily, only to see Wan Heshun smiling slyly.
"King Wanjun, look at..."
"I think Ye Yongjia has recovered well recently. How about leaving it to him?" Wan Heshun gently pointed at the Minister of Industry.
Wei Chong was stunned for a while, and then nodded to the prince as if waking up from a dream: "I will do it immediately!"
"Ah, Mr. Wei, please stop for a moment."
Wei Chong walked out of the palace with the minister and walked to the street, when he suddenly stopped him.
"What?" Wei Chong narrowed his eyes disdainfully.
"I'm afraid that the prince will kill me..." Shangshu said in a low voice.
"Is the prince like that?" Wei Chong asked fiercely.
"Master Wei, do you want this money?" Shangshu wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, looked around cautiously, then secretly untied his trousers and stuffed a banknote into it.
"How many?"
"Fifty taels."
"Okay, okay..." Wei Chong patted his clothes and confirmed that the ticket was in his hand, "If you have anything to do, just ask."
"Try to find out what's going on. If Lord Wan is interested, please write me a transfer document for the prince. When the time comes, I will be able to keep my position as an official without being anonymous."
"I know." Although Wei Chong was Wan Heshun's confidant, he still agreed with satisfaction.
