roccoschili Chapter 1585 Condolences
Chapter 1585 Condolences
Chapter 1585 Condolences
Hearing Fang Jun's admonition, the official was not dissatisfied at all, and respectfully said: "Thank you, Lord Hou, for your reminder, I will save you from being humble."
Fang Jun hummed, ignored him, looked at Fang Xuanling beside him, and said, "Father, let's go over."
"Well."
Fang Xuanling responded, and took a deep look at his son.
Once upon a time, this son broke his heart. When he was a child, he was clumsy and clumsy, he was not good at speech, and his mind was dull. He was afraid that he would not be able to settle down in the future, so he begged for a family of royal relatives. In this way, the eldest son would inherit the title of title and become a family, and the second son could also become a son-in-law. The two elder brothers look after the younger brothers and sisters, so the Fang family can protect their prosperity.
Later, suddenly, this dull and stupid son suddenly became enlightened...
Not only is his eloquence often choking, but he is also bold and careful in doing things. His many unconstrained thinking is amazing, but he also gets into trouble everywhere because of this, and he often worries about it.
However, now, the small official of the Jingzhao Mansion only expressed the superficial respect he should have for his current prime minister, but he showed sincere admiration for his son, as if he had actually become a foil...
There is no loss or dissatisfaction, only the comfort of looking forward to a successful child.
When the father and son arrived at the gate of the Wei Mansion, they caught up with the filial son Wei Shuyu, who was dressed in white linen filial piety, standing on a wooden stool in front of the door, and tied a string of white linen paper to a long wooden pole with a rope. Stand up on the left next to the door.
This is called paper.
Hanging the head of the year paper means the death of the elderly in the family.Suitou paper is folded with old white hemp paper, cut end to end, and connected into a chain, about three inches wide and two feet long.The quantity is according to age, one for each year, one for sky, and one for ground. Wei Zheng is 61 years old this year, so cut 63 pieces...
After hanging up the year paper, Wei Shuyu got off the stool, saw the Fang family father and son who came to express their condolences, and hurried forward to pay respects.
Fang Xuanling sighed and said, "Nephew, you don't need to be too courteous, just mourning."
Fang Jun didn't say much.
Wei Shuyu led the two into the gate and came to the main hall where the spirit stopped.
The atmosphere in the mourning hall was sad, all the men, women and children of the Wei family were here, men on the left and women on the right, kneeling beside the funeral, and Wei Zheng, who had already put on his shroud, was parked on the door panel. The family members could not cry at this time.Fang Jun saw that the coffin made of high-grade sandalwood he had given to Wei Zheng had already been placed beside the door, and the family members could only cry when the encoffining was completed later.
Fang Jun sighed lightly, feeling a little heavy.
This person came from rebirth, he is used to seeing life and death, and he has already seen through the matter of life and death, but at this moment, he still cannot help but feel sad.
In any case, Wei Zheng's life can be regarded as bright and upright, and he is a model of admonishing officials through the ages. The name "Mirror of Man" has been passed down to future generations and has become a model for all famous officials.
However, fame and meritorious deeds are nothing more than a piece of loess in the end, rotting into sand, dust and mud in the years of history...
Fortunately, because of his appearance, Wei Zheng took back all the manuscripts entrusted to Chu Suiliang and burned them before he died. The positive image of "being open-minded and good at accepting advice" will inevitably take care of Wei Zheng's descendants.
I have already promised to marry Princess Xincheng to Wei Shuyu, I think I will not go back on my word...
As long as they don't rebel when they are full, Wei Zheng's descendants will surely enjoy the shadow of their ancestors and rest with the country.
At this moment, the mourning hall has not yet been decorated, and the Fang family father and son were the first to come to express condolences. Fang Xuanling bowed and saluted, and was invited by the elders of the Wei family to go to the side hall for a while. Before leaving, Fang Xuanling told Fang Jun: "You just stay Here, I will help your elder brother Shuyu take care of the sundries."
Even if there is no one in the Wei family, how can Wei Shuyu let the dignified Marquis of Huating and the Minister of the Ministry of War help with the funeral?The two don't have that friendship.However, Fang Xuanling and Wei Zheng were fellow officials and had known each other for half their lives. Although they didn't move around much, but their friendship was there, and this could be regarded as a favor sold to the Wei family.
Naturally, Wei Shuyu couldn't postpone it, and thanked him: "Thank you uncle, then there will be Lao Erlang."
Fang Xuanling patted Wei Shuyu's shoulder and comforted him: "Why are you so polite? Brother Xuancheng and I have been close friends for many years. If there is anything that needs uncle's help in the future, just talk and talk. Don't make a difference. .”
Wei Shuyu was moved, and said repeatedly: "My nephew can save it."
Only then was Fang Xuanling accompanied by the elders of the Wei family, and sat in the left side hall.
How could Wei Shuyu let Fang Jun help with the funeral, cupped his hands and said: "Erlang, go and sit on the side. If there is something to do, I will inevitably trouble Erlang as a brother."
Just as he was talking, he heard someone from the hall on the other side say: "Erlang, come here!"
With a rough voice and full of energy, Fang Jun followed his prestige, who else is not Cheng Yaojin?
He said a few words to Wei Shuyu politely, turned around and entered the side hall on the right.
There were not many people in the hall, and few people knew him. Cheng Yaojin was sitting behind a book table with a big horse and a golden sword. Beside him was a handsome Taoist priest, dressed in a green sermon robe with immortal demeanor. He was holding a brush and raised his hand. Smiling at Fang Jun, "Erlang, long time no see, are you all right?"
But it was Li Chunfeng...
Fang Jun bowed his hands to salute, and said politely: "Toefl TOEFL, it's still considered safe and healthy."
For Li Chunfeng, who is proficient in yin and yang and claims to be able to know 500 years ahead, and Yuan Tiangang, another "half fairy" who has only heard his name but never seen him, Fang Jun has always been scruples and remains vigilant.Fang Jun, who has been an atheist since he was a child, has long been shaken in his heart after experiencing such bizarre plots that cannot be explained by science.
If someone "calculates" that he is a ghost who has resurrected his soul, he really can't think of any end other than being burned alive.
Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng and other "half-immortal bodies" can be said to be his natural enemies...
Cheng Yaojin didn't care about whether he was half-immortal or not, he snatched the brush from Li Chunfeng's hand, and then waved his hand in disdain: "Get out of the way, you stupid nose, this nose is very ugly, let Erlang write."
Li Chunfeng is not angry at all, he is angry with Cheng Yaojin, a muddlehead, does he think his life is long?He even got up and stood on the side of the desk in anticipation, first poured clear water from a small kettle into the inkstone, then picked up a piece of ink, and said: "Erlang's calligraphy is really beautiful, I will study ink for Erlang."
Fang Junqi asked, "What to write?"
Cheng Yaojin said: "The obituary."
Fang Jun was in a dilemma. Writing Wei Zheng's obituary was not only not bad luck, but a very honorable thing. There were not many officials in the Manchu Dynasty. Who could have this qualification to write Wei Zheng's obituary?
But the problem is that he can't write!
In the past, seeing an obituary was just a cursory glance. Who would pay attention to its format and grammar?
Fang Jun said honestly: "It's not that the younger generation doesn't want to, it's because they really don't know how to write..."
Just as he was talking, Cheng Yaojin had already picked up a piece of white paper on the table, which was covered with handwriting, and said: "This Niubi has been sitting here for a long time, and he is about to finish a draft. He is a professional. There must be no mistakes in writing, you can just copy it."
Fang Jun stepped forward to take a look, and it was indeed the draft written by Li Chunfeng.
That's no problem, anyway, I don't plan to leave now, there's nothing to talk about just sitting around, writing an obituary for Wei Zheng is also good.
Dang even took the brush, dipped it in the ink that Li Chunfeng had polished, and started writing.
"The unfilial son Wei Shuyu committed a heinous crime, Fei Zi perished, and the calamity spread.
Duke Wei Zheng Fujun was born in the second year of Daxiang in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, mourned at the thirteenth day of August in the 15th year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, and died at the age of 61.
The unfilial children and grandchildren are in the line of attendants, who personally see the funeral, follow the rituals and dress up, and mourn this obituary.
Zi Shuyu, Shu Yu, Shu Wan, Shu Lin..."
The handwriting is round, straight and smooth, and the ink is dripping with one stroke.
As early as when Fang Jun was waving pens and paper, all the relatives and friends of the Wei family who were sitting next to him gathered around. After all, Fang Jun was well-known as a "talented scholar", and his "Fang Style calligraphy" was even more comparable to the calligraphers Yu Shinan, Ouyang Xun Xun, Chu Suiliang, etc. did not give up, and it was a great honor to see Fang Jun writing with his own eyes.
After all, this guy is very lazy, he seldom writes, and there are almost no other calligraphy handed down to the outside world...
Cheng Yaojin clicked his tongue in admiration: "Good handwriting, good handwriting!"
This old man came into the eyes of the world as a bandit, but he is by no means a vulgar warrior. His family has been officials for generations. The proper four generations of officials have not only read books, but also have been taught by famous teachers since childhood. It's just that this person hates literature and loves martial arts, and is brave and good at fighting, so the world doesn't know that his literary attainments are actually not low.
The onlookers naturally praised repeatedly.
It's not just flattery, the so-called "things of a kind gather together and people are divided into groups", how can he be an uneducated white man who can be related to the Wei family?Whether this handwriting is good or bad, you can tell at a glance...
Li Chunfeng also praised a few words, but changed the subject, and said: "Actually, Pindao is even more amazed at Erlang's attainments in arithmetic. He has really reached the realm of learning heaven and man... Last year, I communicated with my teacher and wrote a book written by Erlang. I gave a copy of "Mathematics" to my teacher, and later my teacher wrote back, saying that I was deeply shocked, and I will probably return to Beijing before this winter, and then I will go to visit Erlang at the mansion to discuss the art of mathematics."
His teacher is naturally Yuan Tiangang.
Fang Jun was startled when he heard this, his hand trembled, and a drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen, dripping onto the obituary that he had just written, forming a ball...
(End of this chapter)