roccoschili Chapter 1586 Li 2 is a good actor
Chapter 1586 Li 2 is a good actor
Chapter 1586 Li Er is a good actor
"Daoist Yuan is profound in Daoism, and he is a figure like the patriarch of the Taoist sect. If I don't have talent, how dare I use an axe in front of Daoist Yuan? In terms of discussion, I absolutely dare not do it. It's better not to meet each other."
What frightens Fang Jun the most is Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, the two pretending to be ghosts. After going through such things as "rebirth", who would dare to continue to be an atheist?After all, these are two guys who can figure out such miracles as "Tui Bei Tu".
It is necessary to stay far away...
Li Chunfeng didn't think so, and said: "The master said, 'Three people must have my teacher', how can Erlang belittle himself? Looking at the world, the only ones who can make the poor Tao feel inferior in the art of magic are the teacher and Erlang. The magic number one Dao, it is most taboo to build a car behind closed doors, you need to discuss and communicate frequently, so that you can make great progress, Erlang really does not need to delay, although the family teacher is very famous, but he is a very kind person."
Fang Jun was speechless, is this a question of being kind or not?
He could only say vaguely, "Let's talk again, talk again."
It's really not possible, we can't see your master in hiding, he can't chase us all over Chang'an city, can he?
I can't afford to offend you, but I can still hide...
After the obituary was written, the relatives of the Wei family took it out and posted it.
The servants of the Wei family brought fragrant tea, and everyone in the side hall sat down, drinking tea and chatting in low voices.
Cheng Yaojin took Fang Jun to sit with him, and drove Li Chunfeng away. It can be seen that he really doesn't like this old man who pretends to be a ghost...
"Suddenly, more than [-] years passed by like a flick of a finger... I think how comfortable we were when we gathered in the mountains and forests, weeding the strong and helping the weak, happy to enmity? But now, Wang Bodang, Pei Xingyan are dead, Shan Xiongxin Dead, Qin Shubao is dead, Hou Luo Shixin is dead... Now that the prime minister is dead, the group of brothers who depended on each other for life and death are only left with my old Cheng and Xu Maogong... How fast, looking back, I still vividly remember, When I woke up, I found that the loess had been buried up to my neck..."
Cheng Yaojin had a mournful expression on his face, and sighed.
At that time, Juyi Wagang stirred up turmoil in the whole Shandong Province, and made the Sui Dynasty tremble with fear. Time flies, and those famous heroes of the moment have all been dilapidated and withered.
Fang Jun sighed with emotion, and comforted: "The dust is like the tide, and the people are like the water. I only sigh how many people come back from the rivers and lakes... There is no feast that never ends. Uncles are loyal and loyal. The deeds of that year have already spread all over the world. For the admiration of future generations, what regrets do you have?"
These words are really not flattery and flattery. The prestige of Wagang Village is well-known even in later generations.
Of course, this is thanks to the storytelling of "Wagang Heroes"...
Besides, Fang Jun also wanted to remind Cheng Yaojin that the loess of your old man has not reached his neck yet, and he still has 20 years to live...
Cheng Yaojin has a bright and open personality, because Wei Zhengzhi's death made him feel the past and hurt the spring and autumn for a while, but he broke away in a moment, and said proudly: "Haha, you also know the glorious deeds of Lao Tzu back then? I will tell you Say... eh? This poem is quite good, is it your new work?"
Fang Jun was slightly taken aback, poetry?
What poem?
Thinking back on what I said just now, I couldn't help scratching my head. I didn't even plan to copy poems and lyrics. How did I accidentally come up with a poem?
Too much culture is not good, full of talent, ink is too much, if you are not careful, it will overflow...
But fortunately, no one in my previous life could figure out the source of this poem, so there is no suspicion of "plagiarism", and there is no need to be condemned in conscience.
Of course, Fang Jun is not sure if he has a conscience.
Even if there is, it is estimated that there are not many...
Fang Jun pretended to be reserved, and said: "Just do it casually, you can't get on the stage, you can't get on the stage."
"What can't be on the stage?" Cheng Yaojin stared and said: "The poems of Fang Erlang, looking at the world, who dares to say that one sentence is not on the stage? Who... Niubi quickly came over to grind the ink and asked Erlang to write down this poem. , in order to feed the soul of Big Brother Wei in heaven!"
Li Chunfeng was driven to sit by the door just now, and was surrounded by a group of people asking questions about fate and fortune in a low voice. Hearing this, he had no choice but to walk back with a sad face...
People like Li Chunfeng are extremely popular in any dynasty. The ancients believed in fate and feng shui. One chip, the rest are not enough.
However, Cheng Yaojin is not stingy, he feels that his fate is hard, he believes in "my fate is up to me", and he dismisses the art of fate. Naturally, Li Chunfeng has no status in front of him...
Not only that, this person seemed to have old grudges with Li Chunfeng, and he didn't look good when he shouted and shouted at Li Chunfeng, but Li Chunfeng still let it go even though he looked unhappy.
These are two men with a story...
Li Chunfeng came over to study ink, and the relatives and friends of the Wei family gathered together again.
Seeing Fang Erlang writing before had already amazed these people, but now that he can witness Fang Jun writing poetry with his own eyes, he can brag about it for half a year after going back...
Fang Jun picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and brushed it away.
"The world's wind and cloud came from my generation, and it's been a long time since I entered the rivers and lakes. In the grand plan, chatting and laughing, I can't live a drunken life. Holding a sword and straddling the ghosts, the bones are like a mountain bird. The dust is like a tide, and people are like water. Ren Hui... what a poem, what a poem!"
Cheng Yaojin stroked his beard, his eyes were full of sadness and nostalgia.
There was a moment of silence in the side hall. Originally, the act of writing poems and odes was somewhat disrespectful to the Wei family who were in the process of mourning. More intense emotion and solemnity!
Tang people love poetry, but they don't pay much attention to the delicate and graceful style of poetry. This is the age of poetry, wine, gold and iron horses. Such a poem with such heroic ambition and shortness of breath is the favorite of Tang people!
When everyone clicked their tongues in admiration, they suddenly heard a burst of earth-shattering crying.
The funeral has already begun in the mourning hall...
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It lasted for an hour, until the encoffining was completed, the Wei Mansion gradually subsided, and the crying gradually stopped.
Another person came to the door to report that the emperor is here...
Wei Zheng's old lady, Mrs. Pei, had fainted several times because of her grief. The Wei family did not dare to let her go out, so Wei Shuyu, headed by Wei Shuyu, went out to greet her. All the relatives, friends and old colleagues who came to Wei's mansion to express their condolences also came out. Dang flocked to the main entrance.
A carriage on the street in front of the gate slowly approached the door, and the servant trotted forward to lift the curtain. His Majesty Li Er was wearing a white hemp gown, with a square face full of sadness, and pushed away the servant who wanted to help him get out of the carriage. Just jumped out of the car, without looking at the people who greeted them in front of the door, strode directly into the mansion, and went straight to the mourning hall.
When I arrived at the gate of the mourning hall, I heard His Majesty Li Er let out a mournful cry: "Xuan Cheng, why do you have the heart to let go? From now on, you will not be by your side to give orders, and I will be left to reflect on myself day and night, confused and uneasy... "
He rushed into the mourning hall in two steps, and cried loudly at the coffin parked in the hall. The sadness of his voice was touching...
When he cried, the members of the Wei family who came back also cried loudly, and the sound of crying shook the beams and roofs of the house, full of grief...
Fang Jun followed behind the crowd and didn't move forward. Seeing His Majesty Li Er's expression of being overwhelmed by emotion and pain, he wondered in his heart how sincere and how fake?
If it is said that the grief over Wei Zheng's death is sincere at this moment, Fang Jun will definitely not believe it. His Majesty Li Er is the most arrogant and extremely confident person. He has been caught by Wei Zheng every time for so many years and has been admonishing endlessly. I've had enough long ago, but it's just because I want to maintain my reputation of being "good at accepting advice", so I'm patient everywhere.
But if it is said that His Majesty Li Er was very happy about Wei Zheng's death, since then no one dared to confront him so "head-to-head", that's not necessarily the case.
No matter how many shortcomings His Majesty Li Er has, there is no doubt that this person is a sensible person...
He knows what he wants, and he knows how to do it.
The position of the emperor did not come from the right path, and the history books inevitably poked his back, so His Majesty Li Er made up his mind to do a good job, to be a generation of Mingjun, and to strive for the eternal emperor!
I, the emperor, did not come here justly, but I did a good job, count those who are justified, who can compare to me?
The common people don't care about how the emperor got his position, what they care about is whether the emperor can make everyone live a good life!
And Wei Zheng is the one who can make His Majesty Li Er have to suppress his desires and move forward bravely towards the bright road of the eternal emperor...
If His Majesty Li Er were to comment on his views on Wei Zheng, it would probably only be love-hate...
The current performance of His Majesty Li Er made everyone in the mourning hall feel the sincerity and grief of the emperor.
Fang Jun can only say that His Majesty Li Er is a good actor...
However, no matter whether in officialdom or shopping malls, who doesn't wear a mask to live, and what is in front of others?
As long as he doesn't make trouble, he is a good person.
At least Fang Jun thinks so...
(End of this chapter)