"Master Yuan is profound in Taoism and is a figure like the founder of the Taoist sect. If I don't have talent, how can I dare to do anything in front of Master Yuan? Let's talk about it. I definitely don't dare to do it. It's better not to meet him."
What frightened Fang Jun the most was Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, two guys who were pretending to be gods and ghosts. After experiencing such things as "taking over the body and being reborn", who would dare to continue to be an atheist firmly? After all, these are two people who can figure out "
"Tui Bei Tu" is a guy who performs miracles that defy the heavens.
It is necessary to stay away...
But Li Chunfeng disagreed and said: "The Master said, 'When three people are walking together, there must be my teacher.' How can Erlang belittle himself? Looking at the world, the only people who can make a poor Taoist feel inferior in the art of magic are his master and Erlang.
Tao, it is best not to work behind closed doors. Only by discussing and communicating frequently can we make further progress. Erlang really does not need to delay. Although my master is very famous, 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 about it, let's talk about it."
If it really doesn't work, if we hide from your master, he won't be able to chase us all over Chang'an City, right?
I can't afford to offend you, but I can still afford to 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, which showed that he was really not interested in this seasoned trickster...
"Suddenly, more than thirty years have passed by in a blink of an eye... Think about how free we were when we gathered in the mountains and forests, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak and gratifying our grudges? But now, Wang Bodang, Pei Xing is dead, Shan Xiongxin
Dead, Qin Shubao is dead, Hou Luo Shixin is dead... Now the Prime Minister is also dead, and of the group of brothers who depended on each other for life and death, only I, Old Cheng, and Xu Maogong are left... It's so fast, I still remember those years vividly when I look back,
When I woke up, I found that the loess had been buried up to my neck..."
Cheng Yaojin looked sad and sighed.
At that time, Juyi Wagang stirred up turmoil throughout Shandong and frightened the Sui Dynasty. As time went by, those once-famous heroes were already dilapidated and withered.
Fang Jun sighed and consoled him: "Everything in the world is like the tide and people are like water. I only sigh for a few people in the rivers and lakes... There is no banquet in the world that never ends. Your uncles are both loyal and righteous. Your deeds have been spread all over the world.
For the admiration of future generations, what regrets do you have?”
These words are really not flattery. Even in later generations, the reputation of Wagang Village is still well-known to every household. Many people in the "Forty-six Friends of Wagang" can count their treasures one by one.
Of course, this is thanks to the storytelling of "Heroes of Wagang"...
Moreover, Fang Jun also wanted to remind Cheng Yaojin that you, the old man, have not even reached your neck with loess, and you still have twenty years to live...
Cheng Yaojin has an open-minded character. Because of the death of Wei Zheng, he felt nostalgic for the past and was saddened by the spring and autumn. But he broke away in an instant. After hearing this, he said proudly: "Haha, you kid also knows about my glorious deeds back then? I'll tell you.
Say...Eh? This poem is quite good. Is it your new work?"
Fang Jun was slightly startled, poetry?
What poem?
After thinking about what I just said, I couldn't help but scratch my head. I no longer planned to copy poems and lyrics. How could I accidentally create a poem?
That’s the bad thing about having too much culture. You are full of talents and have so much ink that if you are not careful, it will overflow...
Fortunately, no one in my previous life could understand the origin of this poem, so there was no suspicion of plagiarism, and there was no need to suffer conscience condemnation.
Of course, Fang Jun is not sure whether he has a conscience.
Even if there is, probably not much...
Fang Jun pretended to be reserved and said: "It's just a casual comment. It won't be on the stage. It won't be on the stage."
"What can't be put on the stage?" Cheng Yaojin glared and said: "Looking at the world, who dares to say that one of the poems written by Fang Erlang cannot be put on the stage? Who... Niubi quickly came over to study the ink and asked Erlang to write down this poem.
, to feast on Brother Wei’s spirit in heaven!”
Li Chunfeng had just been driven to sit at the door, and was surrounded by a group of people asking questions about fate and luck in low voices. When he heard this, he had 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, and Li Chunfeng was the best in this way. Looking at the Tang Dynasty, Yuan Tiangang, who only saw the dragon but never saw its end, could outshine him.
One chip, and the rest are not worthy of discussion.
However, Cheng Yaojin is a carefree person who feels that he has a tough life. He firmly believes that "my destiny is up to me and not God" and disdains the art of fate. Naturally, Li Chunfeng has no status in front of him...
Not only that, this person seemed to have an old grudge with Li Chunfeng, and he didn't have a good face towards Li Chunfeng's shouting and shouting. However, even though Li Chunfeng looked unhappy, he still let it go.
These are two men with stories...
Li Chunfeng came over to study ink, and relatives and friends of the Wei family gathered over again.
Seeing Fang Erlang writing previously had already surprised these people. Now that they can witness Fang Jun writing poetry with their own eyes, they can brag about it for half a year after going back...
Fang Jun picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing.
"The turmoil in the world is beyond my generation, and the years are rushing me as soon as I enter the rivers and lakes. In the chat and laughter of grand plans and hegemony, I can't bear the drunkenness of life. I lift my sword and ride astride to wave the ghost rain, and the bones are like mountains and birds are flying. The worldly affairs are like the tide, people are like water, I just sigh about the rivers and lakes.
People say...what a poem, what a poem!"
Cheng Yaojin stroked his beard, his eyes filled with sadness and nostalgia.
There was silence in the side hall for a moment. Originally, the act of writing poems and poems was somewhat disrespectful to the Wei family who were having a funeral. However, after writing this poem, the sadness was indeed diluted, and replaced by
More emotion and solemnity!
People in the Tang Dynasty loved poetry, but they were not very fond of such delicate and graceful poetry. This was an age when poetry and wine were popular, and a poem like this, about heroic ambition and shortness of breath, was the favorite of the people of the Tang Dynasty!
While everyone was clicking their tongues in admiration, they suddenly heard a burst of earth-shattering cries.
The burial has begun in the mourning hall...
*****
It lasted for an hour, and when the burial was completed, Wei Mansion gradually stopped and the crying gradually stopped.
Someone came to the door again to report that the emperor was here...
Wei Zheng's old lady Pei had fainted several times due to excessive grief. The Wei family did not dare to let her go out, so they went out to greet him, led by Wei Shuyu. Relatives, friends and colleagues from the old court who came to the Wei Mansion to express their condolences also came out in great numbers.
Swinging towards the main entrance.
A carriage slowly approached the door on the street in front of the door. The chamberlain trotted forward and opened the curtain. His Majesty Li Er was wearing a white kudzu gown. His square face was full of sadness. He pushed away the chamberlain who wanted to help him get out of the car.
He jumped out of the car without even looking at the people greeting him at the door, strode straight into the house, and went straight to the mourning hall.
When I arrived at the door of the mourning hall, I heard His Majesty Li Er uttering a very sad cry: "Xuancheng, why do you have the heart to let go? From now on, you will never be around to remind me, leaving me to reflect on myself all night long, confused and uneasy... "
He rushed into the mourning hall in two steps and cried loudly to the coffin parked in the hall. The sadness in his voice was touching...
As soon as he cried, the Wei family members who came back behind also burst into tears. For a moment, the cries shook the beams and ridges of the roof, full of sadness and sorrow...
Fang Jun followed the crowd and did not move forward. Seeing His Majesty Li Er's expression of uncontrollable pain and grief, he wondered in his mind how sincere and how fake?
If you say that the sadness over Wei Zheng's death at this moment is sincere, Fang Jun would definitely not believe it. His Majesty Li Er was the most arrogant and extremely confident person. Wei Zheng had been scolded endlessly for his mistakes every time for so many years. He probably didn't believe it. I've had enough for a long time, and it's just because I want to maintain my reputation as "good at accepting advice" that I tolerate everything.
However, it is not entirely true to say that His Majesty Li Er was very happy about Wei Zheng's death and no one dared to confront him so stubbornly since then.
No matter how many shortcomings His Majesty Li Er has, there is no doubt that this man is a sensible person...
He knows what he wants and how he should go about it.
The emperor's position was not right, and history books would inevitably poke his spine. Therefore, His Majesty Li Er was determined to do a good job, be a wise king for a generation, and strive to be the emperor for eternity!
I, the emperor, came here in an improper way, but I did a good job. If you count those who are just and legitimate, who can compare with 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 force His Majesty Li Er to suppress his desires and move forward bravely towards the bright road of becoming an emperor through the ages...
If His Majesty Li Er was asked to comment on his views on Wei Zheng, it would probably only be a mixture of love and hate...
His Majesty Li Er's current performance made everyone in the mourning hall feel the emperor's sincerity and grief.
Fang Jun can only say that His Majesty Li Er is a good actor...
However, no matter whether it is officialdom or shopping malls, who does not live life wearing a mask, doing one thing before others and another behind them?
As long as you don't add insult to injury, you are a good person.