Saint of the Confucian way

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Second, worship the high hall!"

"Husband and wife worship each other!"

In front of the old lady Chen, Chen Jing and his wife officially married in the hall, and then sent them to the bridal chamber, while the owner Chen Mingding personally handled the funeral of Mrs. Chen Tai.

Chen Mingding is open-minded by nature. He understands that he can't be wronged. The newly married Chen Jing and his wife let the guests celebrate according to the wedding banquet, but he is dead after all.

The full house of guests is very contradictory.

It is impossible for the Chen family to walk away from such a big event. They must stay here and do their best. However, no one is comfortable with joys and funerals. Neither celebration nor mourning.

Not long ago, something strange happened in the Chen house. In addition to the original red silk ribbon, there were also white cloth ribbons on the lower people's waist. The red lanterns in the yard were not torn off, but the dragon and Phoenix red candles in the main hall were replaced with white candles. Tomorrow, the main hall will become a mourning hall.

The atmosphere in Chen's house was unprecedentedly repressed. Even the usually reckless university scholars became extremely cautious. They didn't know what to say for fear that they might make mistakes and make taboos.

At this time, happiness means disrespect to Mrs. Chen, and sadness means offending the new members of the Chen family.

At first, they just ate vegetables silently and didn't even drink wine, but soon, a more strange scene happened.

It was clearly a wedding banquet, but the literati at each table began to discuss the holy classics, classics and strategies, one by one, like the students in the school palace, soliciting and quoting, and weighing every word.

Fang Yun listened for a while and lowered his head. This atmosphere can be called one of the ten countries. If it happened in an ordinary rich family, it would be a joke in Wen Bao, but it could not be published in a semi holy family.

Zhao Hongzhuang was very clever. She lowered her head and kept playing with her fingers without saying a word.

Fang Yun's position at this table is too high. He opens his mouth to calm the world and closes his mouth. Even if he just talks casually, he has the power to push people away. Let alone raising people, Fang Yun can't interrupt even if he is a Jinshi.

There was also a Hanlin, who was more cautious than Zhao Hongzhuang. He kept his mouth shut for fear of accidentally saying what he shouldn't say.

Fang Yun listened carefully at the beginning, but the more he listened, the more confused he became. There was too much difference in his realm. It took almost 30 interest to figure out a sentence, but 30 interest was enough for several university scholars to say four or five words.

Not only that, sometimes when it comes to profound righteousness, the voices of several great scholars are completely transformed into a vague and strange voice. They can clearly understand every word, but when they are connected together, they don't understand what it means, and they will forget in the blink of an eye, as if the whole human brain can't carry the power of great scholars.

Fang Yun quickly changed his strategy and no longer understood it. Instead, he recorded the words of several great scholars in the wonderful book world, and then slowly reviewed them later.

Fang Yun silently recorded that the communication between university students was extraordinary. It was not necessary to understand it. Even if you could remember it, it was a valuable asset, almost equivalent to listening to the lectures of great Confucianism.

The conversation of these great scholars is close to the realm of "discussing Tao". Occasionally, a few words will lead to Fang Yun's blood surging, even the gentle shock of the literary palace and the turbulent flow of talent.

Fang Yun was not afraid and continued to keep the record.

The Wenqu starlight in the Wen palace slowly calmed the commotion in the Wen palace and suppressed all discomfort.

The Hanlin at the same table didn't change at first, but soon he was sweating. Finally, he sighed, wiped his sweat, lowered his head silently, looked up again after a while, and so on.

Several university scholars said, the dishes on the table occasionally trembled slightly, and sometimes when they spoke, the dishes on the table chirped gently.

At this time, many people show the opposite, either pain or joy.

The joy is that you don't understand at all, and the pain is that you know a little.

Not long ago, no one started, and the orange skin on the table bloomed like flowers.

The cooked shrimp in the plate jumped gently, and the shrimp shell faded, exposing the white and tender shrimp meat, and even the mud intestines peeled off automatically.

Hairy crabs are even more straightforward. They open their abdominal shells with crab pliers to reveal full crab roe, which smells delicious and presses down all crabs in the world.

"Inspired by righteousness and reason, spiritual things are offered." a man whispered.

As like as two peas, the peanuts that had been fried were actually rooted and sprouted, but they were just like peanuts in the soil in the quarter of an hour.

People outside the hospital couldn't sit still, and some people eager to break through the literary position, regardless of dignity, walked quickly to the door.

Fang Yun was not polite. He first ate the oranges offered by himself, then peeled the plate of new peanuts with shells and gave them to Zhao Hongzhuang.

Some people couldn't help watching Fang Yun. If such a vision appeared in a small place, it would be worshipped by local officials as auspicious for a period of time. Although this article talked about the vision in the semi holy family, no one dared to eat it casually.

A few young people are a little unhappy, but those who are older and have a high literary position nod gently. Scholars should have this courage. They should never take the words of a person with a high literary position as an inviolable golden rule and eat boldly when they should eat. On the contrary, their holy way is more pure.

Finally, Fang Yun and Zhao Hongzhuang ate all the dishes that produced visions, which was envied by people outside the hospital.

After half an hour, the atmosphere of the party finally eased a little, and many people were relieved.

At this time, Zhuang Ju of "Kang Society" suddenly got up, walked to the door and whispered, "Fang Wenhou, can Xiaosheng ask you something?"

Several university students were talking about literature and had to stop, while the others who were listening and studying immediately looked at Zhuang Ju Ren unhappily.

Zhuang Ju's body trembled, and the tone of the last few words changed.

Fang Yun said, "what is brother Zhuang asking for?"

Zhuang Ju people bowed down and sincerely said: "When something happened to the Chen family, we were worried. A festive wedding banquet became like an ice cave and no one wanted to see it. Fang Zhenguo, you have always been a great talent and the first rookie in Jingguo. I hope you can write a poem to solve the siege of the Chen family. Especially today is brother Chen Jing's wedding. Brother Chen Jing and I used to study in the school palace and couldn't bear to see his wedding become so desolate."

They immediately understood that this was an opportunity to make trouble for Fang Yun!

At this time, no one dares to write poetry and celebrate. How can they be worthy of the old lady? If they write sadness, what should Chen Jing and his wife do? So people only talk about Scriptures or strategies. This is the most correct way. It will not be cold, nor will it embarrass the Chen family.

Zhuang Ju people put forward this request at this time with too obvious intention.

If Fang Yun agrees, if he doesn't do well, his literary name will be damaged. If he doesn't agree, Zhuang Juren's request is reasonable. Fang Yun refuses, but he loses the demeanor of a scholar's example. The Chen family won't blame him, but there is always something wrong with his face. Some people even think that Fang Yun doesn't care about the Chen family's face.

Almost all the Chen family are angry. If this person really wants to extricate himself from the siege, it's nothing, but he is clearly using the disaster of the Chen family to attack Fang Yun. If it wasn't for anger at the moment and related to the face of the Chen family, they would have beaten Zhuang Ju out long ago.

Many people looked at Zhuang Ju people, but those with high literary status and older people looked at the place where the Duke of a small country and Yi Mingtian were located.

Yi Mingtian felt the anger of the Chen family, panicked and drank softly: "brother Zhuang, what are you doing? Come back right away!"

Zhuang Juren bowed his head and said nothing.

The little Duke was expressionless and didn't even look back at Zhuang Ju Ren. He kept playing with small wine glasses in his hands.

Fang Yun was silent.

Zhuang raised his head lower and said, "I hope Marquis Fang Wen can solve our difficulties and wish the Chen family peace on behalf of us."

The atmosphere of the Chen family became more strange, and everyone's eyes focused on Fang Yun.

Fang Yun said slowly, "Confucius said: poetry can be enjoyed, viewed, grouped and complained. I will throw a brick to attract jade and dare to write a poem to reassure the guests."

"Pen and ink serve!" a Chen family hurriedly said and breathed a sigh of relief.

With a wave of the great Confucian Zhang Hu, all the dishes on the table in front of Fang Yun immediately disappeared, bright and clean.

"I have pen and ink," Fang Yun said, taking out pen and ink, paper, inkstone and water from drinking Jiangbei. Zhao Hongzhuang studied ink for Fang Yun.

Fang Yun chose a Banhao of five purple and five sheep, combining hardness and softness.

Fang Yun dipped his pen in ink and hung it in the air. He said, "the dead are gone. We should respect the wishes of the dead and wish the new couple well."

A few frowned and felt bad.

A slight arc appeared at the corners of the mouth of the little Duke and disappeared quickly.

Fang Yun writes with a pen.

"The red light and the silver candle are brilliant, and the moon and the old are impermanent. Today, when there is evil and good luck, a guest will greet the bridegroom!"

As soon as this poem was published, almost everyone felt that the big stone in their heart fell and felt more relaxed.

The Chen family all looked at Fang Yun gratefully. This poem was mixed with sadness and joy, but finally turned sadness into joy. In particular, the sentence "today's evil turns into good", which characterized the matter, swept away the haze pressing the Chen family, and fully achieved the purpose of "rejoicing" at the wedding banquet.

Otherwise, the enemies of the Chen family will inevitably slander the style of the Chen family and force Mrs. Chen to die on the wedding of her direct children.

Cao De'an, the right minister, sighed and said: "the sentence 'Yuelao impermanence raises the wine together' is very good. Mrs. Chen is not a woman. She is over a hundred years old. When she leaves, Yuelao impermanence raises a glass to send her off together. Evil turns good. It is a happy funeral."

"Mrs. Chen's whole life, blessing and death, and seeing her children and grandchildren get married with her own eyes, of course, is a happy funeral!"

"It's worthy of being Fang Zhenguo. It can show its literary name and help people in difficulties. It's rare, rare."

People praised him one after another.

Chen Jiana's originally solidified air has loosened.

Just as they were talking, a slight voice sounded and no one paid attention.

Yi Mingtian turned his head and looked at the right hand of Xiao Guogong. He held it tightly. Several pieces of broken porcelain from cups fell to the ground. Then, drops of blood flowed out of his hands and fell on the white porcelain, like bright peach blossoms.

In the main hall, a Chen family Hanlin arched his hand to Zhuang and said, "thank you for your proposal and let Fang Yun help me clear the siege of the Chen family. When my Chen family finishes handling this matter, I will thank you both."

The Chen family is a semi holy family.

Zhuang Ju's body shook and rolled his eyes. He fell to the ground and fainted.

"What's in the way!" the great Confucian Zhang Hu waved his sleeve, and Zhuang Ju people were swept up by the strong wind and flew out of the Chen house.