Soon, Yang Huaisheng received an official letter from the prince to him, which said, "In order to make Zhong Fang recuperate with peace of mind, he will be dismissed from the post of national eunuch", so he dismissed his clerk. Yang Huaisheng saw that the government also took advantage of this time to fall into the ground, so he was filled with grief and anger, and his heart became even more dull.

When the officials came to visit him every day, and saw his countenance and appearance, they knew that his condition was getting worse and his days were numbered. But now he often vomits blood, which can be said to be worse.

At dusk that day, Yang Huaisheng suddenly called the priest and instructed: "I see that this disease cannot be improved, and it must be that I have no skills to return to heaven...... I expect that my qi will be exhausted now, but you can bury me hastily without the intervention of others......"

The priest looked at him and shed a few tears, but was silent for a long time.

"Will you say yes?" Yang Huaisheng looked at him with that eager look.

"Promise...... Promise. The priest wiped his tears and said with a sob.

After that, he pulled out of the bedroom and walked to the wall, but he changed his mind again: Wei Sacrifice Wine is benevolent and righteous, and it is definitely not the person in Zhong Fang's mouth, and there must be a misunderstanding to brew the current matter. If Zhong Fang swallows hatred and dies, and dies without turning a blind eye, wouldn't it be a sigh!

Thinking of this, he immediately set off to go to the academy to find Wei Huai.

The priest walked along the white wall of the academy to the door, and happened to see Wei Huai and Xia Yuanlong just coming out of the academy, and immediately rushed over from the corner, ignoring the three-seven-twenty-one, kneeling in front of him, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Wei! Yang Dianshu ...... He ......"

Wei Huai was taken aback, opened his eyes extremely round, stepped forward and grabbed his clothes, and shouted, "Say it clearly!" ”

"Yang Dianshu is seriously ill in bed, and now his life is short!" The priest cried.

Wei Huai didn't have the heart to question him at this time, so without saying a word, he pushed the official aside, dragged Xia Yuanlong, and ran towards Yang Huai's mansion like stepping on the wind.

"Brother Zhongfang!"

The two of them slammed open the door, and at a glance they saw Yang Huai Rope lying on the bed, almost dying.

"Brother Zhongfang......"

Wei Huai hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed and held Yang Huai's hand. Seeing that this old friend who had been with him for many years lowered his eyes slightly, his mouth was still stained with blood, and his face was covered with dust, Wei Huai couldn't help but have a sour nose.

"You...... You ......" Yang Huaixian shook his arm, as if he wanted to break free of his hand, but there was no trace of strength.

Xia Yuanlong also walked up. He slowly knelt on the ground, leaning against the bed, and looked at him wordlessly, with tears in his eyes.

"You're hurting me...... Hurt me like this, and I still have a ...... face" Yang Huaisheng was halfway through speaking, and he began to cough as if he had lost his breath.

"We ...... What's wrong with us? Wei Huai took a deep breath, trembling all over.

"I'll tell you."

As soon as Wei Huai turned around, he saw the official standing outside the door, panting, and his face was covered with beads of sweat.

Yang Dianshu felt that Deputy Alliance Master Xia deliberately excluded and ridiculed him, and stabbed him in the back; Later, he didn't say a word to save the wine, and he thought that the two of you were intentional...... Trap him. ”

"Brother Yang, I just really think that you are uncomfortable in this position, I am not false in order to maintain the new policy, but I also take care of our friendship...... I don't want these trivial matters to harm our brothers......" Xia Yuanlong suddenly regretted it, and couldn't say more than half a sentence, so he could only lie on the bed and whimper.

"That'...... And ...... people? Yang Huai tilted his head and looked at Wei Huai.

"I don't know about the people looking for you." Wei Huai lowered his head and said.

Yang Huaisheng listened, lay there and gradually laughed.

"My brothers are not centrifuged!" He laughed heartily, his voice louder again, and a few tears ran across his face and fell down his cheeks to the pillow. Xia Yuanlong also leaned over and grabbed his hand tightly.

At this time, the three hands were clasped together again.

In a moment, Yang Huai's hand slowly slipped between his fingers, but the two of them still refused to let go immediately.

Wei Huai turned his head to look at Xia Yuanlong, who also stared at him. looked at each other, and there was too much mood mixed in those eyes.

Yang Huaisheng is indeed dead. Wei and Xia knew that he had no relatives by his side, so they raised money for him to buy a good sandalwood coffin and put his body inside; The priest helped them purchase a mourning hall, set up a tablet in a dignified manner, and wrote, 'Xuzhou Yang Gong Zhongfang's position'.

In the middle of the moon, the silver light scattered straight in the courtyard, shining on the heavy wooden board of the coffin, making it even more white and flawless. The moonlight gradually wrapped the entire coffin, and from one side of the coffin, a pair of thin shadows could be clearly seen gradually approaching here.

It was Wei Huai and Xia Yuanlong. They took two cups of wine in their arms, sat down in front of the coffin, and set the wine aside.

"Brother Yang, have another drink with us!" Xia Yuanlong bloomed that relaxed smile, but this smile was so painful.

"Brother Yang, tell me about your reform strategy! We're going to hear it this time, and we're going to hear enough! Yes...... Listen to enough......" Wei Huai said, and couldn't stop choking up and crying bitterly.

Xia Yuanlong patted Wei Huai's head comfortingly.

"Did we hurt you? Is it......" Xia Yuanlong poured the wine, raised his head, and his eyes were crimson.

"Respect Zhong Fang!" Wei Huai shouted.

"Tong Jing Zhongfang!" Xia Yuanlong also shouted.

The two of them slowly sprinkled the wine on the ground, and their voices seemed to be very low, for fear of disturbing the spirits.

After saluting, the two of them turned around and leaned on the coffin, looked at the bright moon, and drank wine.

"You say," Wei Huai sighed, holding up the wine cup, the wine glittering gently in the clear light. "Why is Zhong Fang's idea necessarily wrong?"

Xia Yuanlong drank with his head bored, but he didn't answer.

"His method is simple and unpretentious, while my method is very utilitarian......"

"Brother Wei, you can't shake it......" Xia Yuanlong finally couldn't help but say, "I know that Brother Yang's death has dealt us a big blow, but Zhong Fang wants to see a perfect new policy, and wants to see the people live and work in peace and contentment." If he takes the wrong path and misses a major event, Brother Yang will not be blind under Jiuquan. ”

"That's what it is." Wei Huai sighed.

"But we have done everything to reform, and we have even lost the middle side...... Whether it's joy or sorrow, who knows? Wei Huai sneered and continued to drink.

Xia Yuanlong didn't have the heart to argue with him, just looked at the dark night sky in a daze.

"DID YOU KNOW? Wan Heshun dismissed Brother Zhong Fang. Xia Yuanlong's tone was obviously restrained from the infinite anger contained in his heart.

"Yes." Wei Huai hesitated for a moment.

"What does 'yes' mean? Don't you think it's unfair? Xia Yuanlong asked.

"It's really unfair...... But we are powerless, and going to Wanheshun in vain is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. His face was depressed, and he had a bowl of bitter wine in his stomach.

"Afraid of him!" Xia Yuanlong stood up awe-inspiringly.

"If you don't give Brother Yang justice, our brother will be in vain!"