Gao Yue ran out of the Red Peony Pavilion, and when he ran out of the door, he hurriedly mounted his horse, and asked the old servant to hurriedly lead the horse back to the Guozi Prison in the main workshop.

When Yang Juan held a birthday banquet in the Guozijian Hall before, he swore loudly that since he was the prime minister, he had to solve three things, one was to order the Buddhist temple to retreat, the second was to improve the status of the Guozijian, and the third was to increase the number of Beijing officials, and said that these three things must be done well, "unless I die." ”

Who would have thought that it had only been a few days, and Yang Xiangguo had really gone.

Alas, should the flag be so brightly erected! However, thinking of Yang Juan's various words and deeds, Gao Yue still remembered one sentence, that is, "good people don't live long".

In front of the gate of the courtyard wall of Guozijian, Gao Yue dismounted, handed the old servant fifty copper coins, and asked him to send the hired horse back to the Xiao family's cabinet in Xiaohaichi, and then hurried in.

Sure enough, between the Lu Sage Palace and the Lun Hall, many scholars and students of the Guozijian were kneeling or standing densely, and they were already crying, all of them were crying for the old sacrificial wine, and some people beat their chests and feet, like mourning.

A sad face appeared in front of Gao Yue's eyes, they were not only moved by Yang Juan's kindness, but also worried that after Yang Juan's death, the promise he made during his lifetime would be "lost in life" and in vain.

Gao Yue pushed aside the crowd and came to the base of the wall of the Taixue Pavilion, where Wei Cigong and more than a dozen friends of the "Taofen Shed" were there, discussing something with anxious expressions, and when they saw Gao Yue coming to them, they shouted in unison, "Shed!" ”

"Yang Xiangguo died, what news did the imperial court have come out?" Gao Yue directly asked about the topic he was most concerned about, and he felt that the immediate Guozijian must be the department most affected by this matter.

Sure enough, a shanty friend named Xie Shanji told Gao Yue, "There is a certain clan brother who works as a clerk in the political affairs hall, and he sent a message at noon to say that Yang Xiangxu is gone, and the government should be presided over by Chang Xiang for the time being." ”

"What about Changgon's attitude towards Guozijian?"

Xie Shanji shook his head, "Chang Xiang's favorite thing is the tribute of the Ministry of Rites, and he and Yang Xiang have had many conflicts before in this matter, so if he is in charge, it will not be a good thing for our country." ”

"That is to say, what Yang Xiangguo said before, to increase the money for kitchen materials and repair costs for Guozijian......"

Sure enough, Xie Shanji shook his head.

Wei Cigong slammed his right palm with his left fist, "It's too difficult for Chang Gon to do this!" ”

Gao Yue also nodded: deducting the hand-power class money of hundreds of officials to subsidize the students of Guozijian, this is a government decree with particularly great resistance, and it is only Yang Juan who has virtue and prestige that can be implemented strongly, but now Yang Juan has died of a stroke, for Chang Gon, he wants to continue to carry it out, his reputation is Yang Juan's who is dead, but the resistance and responsibility are his own. Not to mention that Chang Gon has always been at odds with Yang Juan.

At this moment, the original fantasies and visions of the teachers and students of Guozijian all disappeared at once, and they fell into the abyss again.

At this time, Gao Yue suddenly realized that Liu De's room was not here, so he asked where Brother Fang Zhai was?

Wei Cigong and others also said they didn't know.

Before he could continue asking, he heard a roar at the door, which startled all the scholars and apprentices of the Guozijian, including Gao Yue, to turn their heads.

I saw that on the steps of the gate, Liu De's room was there, panting and trembling, and then he only said to everyone first, "I, I just came from the door of Anmen." ”

Then Liu De, who had always been timid on weekdays, actually shed tears, and then continued to shout hoarsely, "There is news from the door, it is said that the Holy Lord just asked the hundred officials to go to Yang Xiang's mansion to mourn, but someone went to slander Yang Xiang - it said that we will soon thoroughly investigate the re-signature of our Guozijian and clean up the room and kitchen of our Guozijian!" ”

As soon as Liu Demuro said this, Gao Yue sighed in his heart, it's over, this is a serious problem, this gossip is like pouring a pot of oil on the fire that was already raging!

Sure enough, in the crowd gathered by Guozijian, Wang Jiansi, Xiahou Zhiguan, Dr. Su and others had already begun to reassure everyone with trembling voices, "The news is unknown, you must be calm." ”

But the students have begun to ignore the obstruction, and have returned to the hall one after another, found the legs, sticks, and hoes, and gathered at the gate of the Guozijian in a menacing manner, "Let's go to mourn Yang Xiang, and by the way, go to see who is slandering Yang Xiang." ”

"Yang Xiang's bones are not cold now!"

"Yang Xiangzhong's soul is still there, and Xiao Xiao will never be allowed to slander!"

"First go to Yang Xiang's mansion to offer condolences, and then go to Xiaoxiao to settle accounts, so that the Holy Lord can also know our voice."

"Let's go, let's go!"

Hundreds of students from the various halls of Guozijian followed Liu De's room, who had already run away, like a torrent, and poured out of the door.

"Disciples, be calm!" Wang Jiansi and other school officials tried hard to stop them, but they couldn't stop this group of indignant students at all.

Under the wall, Gao Yuelian said damn it, thinking to himself, "Why is Fang Zhai so uncalm?" Maybe it's because he couldn't control himself now because he couldn't control himself because he had hope and was now suddenly shattered? ”

As a result, Wei Cigong over there had already rolled up his sleeves, and also shouted and rushed out with the other Guozijian students, and picked up a broken brick from under the hook fence of Lusheng Palace by the way.

"Hey, hey, do you still want to listen to me?" Gao Yue was greatly annoyed, but his voice seemed very insignificant among the hundreds of students rushing out, and he was helpless to fear that something would happen to Wei Cigong and Liu Demuro, so he could only follow behind.

Next to the gate, Wang Jian Si and other scholars were colorless, sitting on a messy and messy step, and even cried and finished speaking, this time the Guozijian is completely finished.

Yang Juan's mansion is in the repair of the government workshop in the south of the city.

The students of Guozijian were violent, hundreds of teams in deep clothes ran vigorously on the side streets, which really scared many people on the side of the road, and the residents rolled and crawled to avoid it, and in the shaking hemp heads, Gao Yue trotted left and right behind him, and kept jumping up and waving his hands, hoping to find where Liu De and Wei Cigong were, "Liu Lushi, Wei Peng Official!" ”

In the billowing smoke and dust, the students of Guozijian quickly passed through the place of several squares and came to the gate of the Xiuzheng Workshop, Gao Yue heard the high-pitched voices of Liu Deshu and Wei Cigong, "Yang Xiang's coffin is inside, come with me!" ”

"Yang Xiangguo!" Hundreds of Guozijian students rushed into each other, their cloaks scattered, and their cries shook the world and rushed into the walls of the Xiuzheng Workshop, rushing towards Yang Juan's mansion.

There were already many vehicles parked near the gate of the square to mourn the officials, and there were many fierce people peddled things there, but as soon as the students of Guozijian rushed in, their white flags, bamboo poles, and cars were all looted by the students, and the crackles that could not be moved were smashed, causing a lot of uproar.

When Gao Yue entered the fangmen, he saw that in front of the aconitum gate of Yang Juan's house, an official who came to mourn was torn off the vehicle by a group of students, and sticks were dancing wildly, mixed with intimidation, "Say, who wrote to slander Yang Xiangguo!?" ”