After Xia Yuanlong left, many colleagues also snorted angrily at Wei Huai and left one after another. By this time, most of the people in the courtyard had already left, and only a dozen old Confucians were left, standing aside with their heads bowed, taking care of the dean's face.

"Let's go." Wei Huai had calmed down from Shicai's anger, "I'm alone, too." ”

Ye Yongjia didn't dare to say anything, he only hoped in his heart that he would grit his teeth and insist, so he endured the words full of his stomach and agreed: "Then please ask Mr. and Ye to leave." ”

Wei Huai was carried by him, put on his official uniform and belt, and stood firm before he grabbed the crutches and went straight out with him.

The group of old Confucians looked at Wei Huai with compassion and sorrow, and the latter suddenly stopped as if he was aware of it.

Wei Huai turned his head, and the silver hair on his sideburns was blown up by the breeze.

"You go and tell Xia Yuanlong, I'll do it alone...... He still has a family, don't let this bastard go his own way and implicate innocent people. ”

With that, he set foot on the road again, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The afternoon sun is not as intense as it is at noon. Under the shroud of thin clouds, the sun shot a faint golden light from the sky and sprinkled it on the tower of the noon gate. This light does not generate heat, and the breeze gusts and the blue sky is like a wash, which makes people feel refreshed.

Although Ye Yongjia's mood was still heavy, he still couldn't help but think that it was a good time to do something else.

"What people!"

"The prefect Ye Yongjia was ordered to bring the prince of the country to the palace to attend the meeting." As he spoke, he took off his official seal and showed it to the guards.

When the guard saw that there was nothing different, he called someone to open the palace gate. As soon as they looked up, they were faced by a wide stone path that led straight to the front of the temple—there was no one around.

Wei Huai timidly put the vine crutch up, and every step he took, the shouts and scolding of everyone along the road sounded in his ears. When he came, the streets were filled with a crowd of people. They may still have expectations, but few voices of support have voiced their support, and everyone has surrounded him, as if to drown him in the endless crowd, and make the 'dead' hero feel depressed and hopeless.

Wei Huai knew that no matter who that hero was referring to, he had never lived, so naturally he couldn't talk about death.

But the hero in people's hearts has just died. They spat and shouted frantically, gradually blurring in Wei Huai's mind, blurring into a black hole stream, along the stone slab under his feet, quietly devouring his back path.

The noisy scolding was gone.

The shadows of the people are gone.

Wei Huai ascended the steps of the main hall.

Stand at the door and wait.

……

……

Boom!

The bell rang out nowhere, Wei Huai looked around in horror, and when he turned back, he found that there was a bottomless abyss, which had already cut off his last retreat.

His sense of fear instantly filled his body. No one stood with him, but forced him to the cliff, ready to watch a mighty heroic show. But how can just one person turn the big picture around? This was not what he envisioned.

Wei Huaihuai turned around and looked ahead with a nervous state of mind, the old palace door was slowly pushed open, and under his gaze, there was no light inside, and it was extremely dim. Suddenly, the lights shone on the figures of three people: Wan Heshun's face was still smirking, Hu Qi leaned back in his chair, and their eyes were on the other person. That person was a little thin, with gray temples, and it was Wei Huai.

He watched as he trembled and held on to the vine crutches, and his body began to slide down. The cane was tossed aside, his knees sank, and he thudded - but he fell to his knees.

He tried to step forward, but the lamp went out and fell silent. A shudder, Wei Huai opened his eyes, and everything was as usual, it was all an illusion.

"Guard sacrificial wine into the temple!"

He didn't have time to think before he strode into the house.

The princes and ministers standing on both sides threw away their cold eyes and talked about him in a messy manner; And the latter didn't squint, didn't pay attention to them, just stared at Wan Heshun in front of him, leaned on the vine crutches, and sat down.

"Wei Gong is hard." Hudge laughed.

"It's not hard." Wei Huai didn't even say a polite word, which made them not embarrassed.

"The academy you built single-handedly is definitely not willing to hand over easily," Wan Heshun realized that this was a difficult struggle, so he began to bow his head and flip through the papers, "But there are so many lawless people that you have raised have already done the law of the country, so you have to get rid of them." If you want to try your best to keep it, you need to be reasonable, otherwise you will tear down your academy, and the official will not be affectionate and will not be polite. ”

Wei Huai's face was like ashes, and his jaw replied yes.

"If you will, you will keep ......"

Before he finished speaking, Wei Huai's answer stunned everyone:

"I'm willing to hand over the academy."

Wan Heshun twisted his eyebrows and buttoned his ears: "What...... What? ”

"Wei is willing to surrender."

With that, Wei Huai waved his sleeves and got up and walked towards the outside of the hall. Wrapped in bright sunshine, he re-embarked on the stone path. Now there was nothing to stop him, and the vast sky widened his sight.

He walked out into the market, but there was no crowd of onlookers, and there were people everywhere, and the long shouts of the vendors; He walked to Huaiqing Bridge again, and the people under the grass shed were holding fans and eating tea, and they seemed to have forgotten him, and let Wei Huai go on without end.

Maybe in a few days, I will leave Nanjing. The letter he received at that time was an edict written by the emperor himself:

"Your Majesty has a life, and the special award Wei Huai can understand the general situation, so he is given to live in Jiuhua Mountain, so that he can study in seclusion, without asking about world affairs, in order to fulfill his wish, admire this!"

He was finally tired, and he went to the shade to rest, and when he was still trying to grasp something in his hand, he found that the vine crutch was not in his hand, and had long been forgotten in the council hall. It's no wonder that no one remembers him when he met so many people.

"No one, right?" A calm and sophisticated voice came from a small dilapidated house.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xia, there's no one." The person outside cracked the door and said softly.

"Alright, you're on the outside."

After Xia Yuanlong gave the order, he carried a kerosene lamp in his hand and turned around and sat down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Wei Huai betrayed the academy, he is a coward, but we can't let go!" He pounded his knees and gritted his teeth.

"We are all veterans of the academy, we are a lot old, how can we give up if we don't fight to the death!" An old gentleman said heroically, "Let's talk about it, Mr. Xia, it's a big deal to die with your body, it's just fast!" ”

"Okay," Xia Yuanlong became excited, and the flames jumped in front of his eyes, "Tomorrow we will agree to attract the people on the street at the north gate of the academy, and work together to attack the seized officials and troops, and we are bound to recapture our industry and reorganize the rivers and mountains!" ”