Chapter 1585 Condolences
After listening to Fang Jun's warning, the official did not feel dissatisfied at all, and said respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Marquis, for the advice. I'll save myself by taking a lower position."
Fang Jun hummed and ignored him. He looked at Fang Xuanling beside him and said, "Father, let's go over."
"Hmm."
Fang Xuanling responded and took a deep look at his son.
Once upon a time, this son made me worried. He was dull and clumsy when he was a child, and he was not good at speaking and was dull-minded. He was afraid that he would not be able to settle down in the future, so he asked for a royal family. In this way, the eldest son could inherit the title and establish a family, and the second son could also become the consort. The two elder brothers look after the younger brothers and sisters, so that the Fang family can maintain its prosperity.
Later, suddenly this dull and stupid son suddenly became enlightened...
Not only is his sharp tongue often making people uncomfortable, but he is also bold and careful in doing things. His many wild and unconstrained thoughts are amazing, but he also gets into trouble everywhere because of it. He often worries. No matter how high his official position is, how far can he go with this kind of temper?
However, now, this small official in Jingzhao Mansion only expressed superficial respect for himself, the prime minister, but he sincerely admired his son, as if he had become a foil...
There is no disappointment or dissatisfaction, only the joy of hoping that the child will succeed.
When the father and son rushed to the gate of Wei Mansion, they caught up with their filial son Wei Shuyu, dressed in white linen mourning clothes, standing on a wooden stool in front of the door, stringing a bunch of white linen paper on a long wooden pole. On the left side next to the door.
This is called the New Year's Eve paper.
Hanging a New Year's Eve paper indicates the death of an elderly person in the family. The New Year's Eve paper is made of old white linen paper folded, cut end to end, and connected into a long strip, about three inches wide and about two feet long. The number is based on age: one for each year, one for the sky, and one for the earth. Wei Zheng is 61 years old this year, so he cut sixty-three...
After hanging up the New Year's Eve paper, Wei Shuyu got off the stool and saw the Fang family father and son who came to express their condolences. He hurriedly came forward to pay tribute.
Fang Xuanling sighed and said: "A good nephew doesn't need to be polite. I'm sorry and obey the changes."
Fang Jun didn't say much.
Wei Shuyu led the two of them through the gate and to the main hall where the coffin was laid.
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 mourning body. Wei Zheng, who had already put on his shroud, was resting on the door panel. The family members were not allowed to cry at this time. Fang Jun saw that the high-grade sandalwood coffin he had given to Wei Zheng had been placed by the door. The family members could not cry until the encoffining was completed.
Fang Jun sighed lightly, feeling a little heavy.
Originally born again, he is used to seeing life and death, and he has already seen things about life and death thoroughly, but at this time, he still feels sad in his heart.
In any case, Wei Zheng's life can be said to be upright and upright, and he is a model for officials who have criticized him throughout the ages. His reputation as a "human mirror" will be remembered by future generations, and he has become a model for all famous officials.
However, in the end, fame and achievements are just a piece of loess, decaying into sand and dirt in the years of history...
Fortunately, because of his appearance, Wei Zheng recovered all the manuscripts entrusted to Chu Suiliang and burned them before his death. Without this incident, His Majesty Li Er thought about Wei Zheng's achievements in admonitions over the years, and also in order to create a good impression on the world. The positive image of "upright-minded and good at accepting advice" will definitely take more care of Wei Zheng's descendants.
I have already agreed to marry Princess Xincheng to Wei Shuyu, and I will definitely not regret it...
As long as they don't rebel when they are full, Wei Zheng's descendants will definitely 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 their 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. Here, help your brother Shuyu with the groceries.”
Even if there was no one in the Wei family, how could Wei Shuyu ask the dignified Marquis Huating and the Minister of War to help with the funeral? The two of them don't have that kind of friendship. However, Fang Xuanling and fellow Wei Zheng were officials and had known each other for half their lives. Although they didn't move around much, the friendship was there, so it was considered a favor sold to the Wei family.
Naturally, Wei Shuyu couldn't put it off, so he thanked him and said, "Thank you very much, uncle. Then I will give you Lao Erlang."
Fang Xuanling patted Wei Shuyu on the shoulder and comforted him: "Why are you so polite? Brother Xuancheng and I have been close friends for many years. If you need help from my uncle in the future, just say it and never get separated. .”
Wei Shuyu was moved and said repeatedly: "My nephew, don't worry."
Fang Xuanling was accompanied by the elders of the Wei family and went to sit in the side hall on the left.
How could Wei Shuyu let Fang Jun help with the funeral arrangements? He cupped his hands and said, "Erlang, go and sit aside. If something happens, I will inevitably trouble Erlang as a brother."
Just as he was talking, he heard someone in the hall on the other side say: "Erlang, come here!"
Fang Jun's voice was rough and full of energy. Who else could it be if it wasn't Cheng Yaojin?
He said a few polite words to Wei Shuyu, turned around and entered the side hall on the right.
There were not many people in the hall, and few of them knew each other. Cheng Yaojin was sitting behind a desk with a big horse and a golden sword. Next to him was a Taoist priest with a handsome face, dressed in a green sermon robe with an immortal style. He was holding a writing brush and raising his hand. He smiled at Fang Jun: "Erlang, long time no see. How are you?"
But it was Li Chunfeng...
Fang Jun bowed his hands in greeting and said politely: "Toefl, I'm still in good health."
Fang Jun has always been wary of Li Chunfeng, who is proficient in Yin and Yang magic and is said to be able to know five hundred years in advance and five hundred years in the future, and Yuan Tiangang, another "half-immortal" who only heard his name but never met him. . Fang Jun, who has been an atheist since childhood, has already been shaken in his heart after experiencing such bizarre plots of time travel that cannot be explained by science.
If someone were to "calculate" that he was a resurrected ghost, other than being burned alive, there was really no other outcome he could think of.
"Half-immortal bodies" such as Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng can be said to be his natural enemies...
Cheng Yaojin didn't care whether he was half-immortal or not. He snatched the brush from Li Chunfeng's hand and waved his hand in disgust: "Get out of the way, you bull nose. This nose is very ugly. Let Erlang write it."
Li Chunfeng is not angry at all. He is angry with Cheng Yaojin, a fool. Does he think he has a long life? He even stood up and stood on the side of the desk with great anticipation. He first poured water from a small kettle into the inkstone, then picked up a piece of ink and said, "Erlang's calligraphy is really beautiful. Pindao will help Erlang grind the ink."
Fang Junqi asked: "What to write?"
Cheng Yaojin said: "Obituary."
Fang Jun was in a dilemma. Writing an obituary for Wei Zheng was not only not unlucky, but also a very honorable thing. There were so many officials and scholars in the world, who had the qualifications to write an obituary for Wei Zheng?
But the problem is that he can’t write!
In the past, I only took a cursory glance at an obituary. Who would pay attention to its formatting and grammar?
Fang Jun said honestly: "Unless I don't want to, I 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 desk, which was full of handwriting, and said: "This Niubi has been sitting here for a long time and will almost finish writing a draft. He is a professional. You won’t make a mistake, just copy it.”
Fang Jun stepped forward and saw that it was indeed the draft written by Li Chunfeng.
That's no problem. I don't plan to leave now anyway. There's nothing to talk about just sitting there. It would also be nice to write an obituary for Wei Zheng.
Dang Ji took the brush, dipped it in the ink polished by Li Chunfeng, and started writing.
"The unfilial son Wei Shuyu committed so many crimes that he committed suicide and his misfortune was delayed.
Wei Gongtao, the Prince of Zhengfu, was born in the second year of Xiangxiang in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. He died on August 13th in the fifteenth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty at the age of sixty-one.
The unfilial descendants and descendants are waiting in the queue to see the burial in person, and to dress according to the etiquette. They mourn this obituary.
Zi Shuyu, Shuyu, Shuwan, Shulin..."
The handwriting is round and elegant, written with one swipe, and the ink is dripping.
As early as Fang Jun was writing a brush, relatives and friends of the Wei family sitting next to him gathered around him. After all, Fang Jun was well-known as a "talented scholar", and his "Fang style calligraphy" was closely related to calligraphy giants Yu Shinan and Ouyang. Xun, Chu Suiliang, etc. are no less generous. It is a great honor to be able to see Fang Jun writing in person.
After all, this guy is very lazy, he rarely writes, and his calligraphy is almost unknown to the outside world...
Cheng Yaojin clicked his tongue and exclaimed: "Good calligraphy, good calligraphy!"
This man came into the world's eyes as a bandit, but he was by no means a vulgar warrior. His family had been officials for generations. His great-grandfather Cheng Xing served as the Sima of Yanzhou in the Northern Qi Dynasty. His grandfather Cheng Zhe served as the Sima of Huangzhou as an official. His father once served as the governor of the Northern Qi Dynasty. Zhou Da Zhongzheng, a proper official of the fourth generation, is not only well-educated, but has also been educated at home and taught by famous teachers since he was a child. However, this man hates literature and loves martial arts, and is brave and good at fighting. Therefore, the world does not know his literary attainments. Low.
Naturally, everyone onlookers also praised him repeatedly.
It's not just flattery. As the saying goes, "birds of a feather flock together, people are divided into groups." If you can be related to the Wei family, how can you be an uneducated white man? Whether the handwriting is good or bad can be known at a glance...
Li Chunfeng also praised a few words, but changed the subject and said: "Actually, I am even more amazed by Erlang's attainments in magic. He has actually reached the realm of studying heaven and man... Last year, he corresponded with his master and compiled the book written by Erlang. I gave a copy of "Mathematics" to my tutor. Later, my tutor wrote back and said that he was deeply shocked. He will probably return to Beijing before winter this year, and then he will visit Erlang at his house to discuss the art of mathematics. "
His teacher is naturally Yuan Tiangang.
When Fang Jun heard this, he was shocked. His hand shook, and a drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen. It fell on the obituary he had just written and smeared into a ball... (End of this chapter)