In Yang Tinghe's view, a person who is still valuable in making use of himself has the value of survival.

In fact, Yang Tinghe is actually a little confused now, but at the same time, he feels a little hope.

So he pretended to be calm and calm, and waited quietly in prison.

Today, the clerks suddenly opened his cell with lanterns. He narrowed his eyes slightly and pretended to be calm, but when he saw clearly a person who came in, he was finally excited.

In this dark place, Yang Tinghe stared at Ye Chunqiu through the faint light of the lantern, and then said: "Ye Chunqiu, ha..."

Ye Chunqiu was not wearing a court uniform, but just an ordinary Confucian shirt. He walked in slowly and looked at the environment here. His nose was slightly wrinkled, and the environment was a bit bad.

Then Ye Chunqiu looked at Yang Tinghe with an understatement. This person was once his boss and had many greetings with him. Even though he knew it was false, his smile could occasionally appear in Ye Chunqiu's mind.

But now... he's finished.

Thinking of what Yang Tinghe did to deal with him before, no matter how unwilling Yang Tinghe was, Ye Chunqiu would never give Yang Tinghe a chance to turn things around.

With eyes facing each other, Ye Chunqiu noticed that Yang Tinghe had become much thinner in this dim light.

At this time, a clerk pleased to bring in an official hat chair for Ye Chunqiu. Ye Chunqiu sat down and said lightly: "Please set one for Yang Tinghe."

The clerk hesitated for a moment and brought another chair.

Yang Tinghe only looked at Ye Chunqiu resentfully, but he was not polite and sat on the chair.

Ye Chunqiu winked at the prison guard, and the prison guard hurriedly retreated and closed the prison door.

"Ye Chunqiu, I never thought you would think, are you a joke to come to see me? Haha... Do you think I have no hope of turning back if I fall into trouble today? Do you think... I just lost like this?"

Yang Tinghe finally couldn't help it. He was obviously blindfolded by hatred, making him forget the calm and wise self. He looked at Ye Chunqiu with resentment and roared fiercely.

Ye Chunqiu said calmly: "I just want to come and have a talk with Mr. Yang."

Yang Tinghe raised his eyebrows, and he quickly grabbed one of the key points in Ye Chunqiu's words.

At this time, Yang Tinghe had to turn another thought into his mind. Ye Chunqiu actually called himself Yang Gong when he became a prisoner? Haha...

Yang Tinghe smiled contemptuously and shook his head and said, "I know what you are going to do. I'm sorry. I feel uncomfortable in my body. I'm afraid the writing will not be done. In the subsequent Buddhist scriptures, I'm willing to serve the Empress Dowager, but I can't do anything."

It's indeed a hob-like attitude.

Ye Chunqiu pursed his lips, but just smiled faintly. Before he came, he knew that Yang Tinghe would give him such an answer.

Ye Chunqiu still looked calm and stood up, looking at the simplicity in the cell. Although he had cleaned it up, he could still see the spider webs in the corners of the wall and the dirt on the ground.

Ye Chunqiu dusted the dust on his body before shook his head and said, "Mr. Yang is wrong. I'm not here to tell Mr. Yang about this. I'm here, I just want to tell Mr. Yang that Mr. Yang has no way out now."

When Ye Chunqiu said this, he did not look at Yang Tinghe, but his tone was extremely calm, and continued to say, "Mr. Yang passed the imperial examination at the age of twelve, and was named the Hanlin Shuji Scholar. Now, he thought about the past, and he must have been so glorious. In fact... I, Ye Chunqiu, was the same? I was once proud of my youth, but we are still a little different. My father was just a penniless scholar. But at that time, Yang had a father who was a deputy minister of Huguang. Perhaps because of this, Yang felt that everything he had obtained in the past and today was taken for granted."

"Yes, even when Mr. Yang was young, he must have worshipped famous teachers, and his father and brothers were both heroes of the time. He had no contact with each other and had great scholars. In Mr. Yang's heart, how could Yang's today be not for granted? But I am different. I was nothing at the beginning. No matter where I took, all I had in my heart was grateful. I am grateful to everyone who once supported me, and to everyone who had been with me all the way. Even if it was just a question of my well-being, it was enough to leave a mark in my heart. Those things that were at your fingertips in Yang's life were luxurious to me."

Yang Tinghe kept looking at Ye Chunqiu and listening to Ye Chunqiu's remarks. Ye Chunqiu's feelings, to some extent, indeed reduced some of Yang Tinghe's hostility.

If you think about it carefully, there is indeed some truth. Why is Yang Tinghe unwilling to accept it today? To put it bluntly, when he was young, he planted seeds in his heart, thinking that he would become an amazing person. This concept is essentially derived from Yang Tinghe's generous family conditions and his background.

So he didn't know how to be grateful and felt that everything was so proper. So today, he encountered the biggest dilemma in his life and fell from the clouds to the bottom. Not only was he so painful, but some were even more unwilling to accept it.

Yang Tinghe smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Don't Zhenguo say these are to ridicule me?"

Ye Chunqiu glanced at Yang Tinghe, but said seriously: "No, I said this for myself."

Yang Tinghe looked at Ye Chunqiu suspiciously.

Ye Chunqiu continued: "I want to warn myself that although a person's life is short, it is also long. It is difficult to walk and has many missteps. Every step he takes is to take Yang Gong as a warning. As a human being, you must not forget your own roots and cannot regard the people in the world, those former friends and superiors, or many people who appear around you as chess pieces. You must not use any means to do anything. If you are like Yang Gong, just to climb the peak and treat everything as an ant, their flattery and help are taken for granted. Such people cannot last long."

Yang Tinghe was obviously angry and snorted coldly: "Then I wish Duke Zhenguo all the best."

Ye Chunqiu had a thorn in his words and stabbed Yang Tinghe hard, making him sneer repeatedly.

Ye Chunqiu held his hands behind his back, but shook his head again and said, "I don't know whether I should say something or not."

Yang Tinghe said lukewarmly: "Just say whatever you want."
Chapter completed!