The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"First bow to heaven and earth!"

"Second bow to parents!"

"Husband and wife bow to each other!"

In front of old lady Chen, Chen Jing and his wife formally got married, and then were sent to the bridal chamber, while the head of the family, Chen Mingding, personally handled the funeral of Mrs. Chen.

Chen Mingding was open-minded by nature and knew that he could not let the newlywed Chen Jing and his wife down. He let the guests celebrate according to the wedding banquet, but after all, someone died.

The guests in the hall were very conflicted.

Such a big thing happened to the Chen family, and it was impossible to just leave. They had to stay here to perform etiquette, but with a happy event and a funeral, no one was comfortable, and they could neither celebrate nor mourn.

Not long after, strange things happened in the Chen Mansion. In addition to the original red silk ribbons, the servants also had white cloth ribbons on their waists. The red lanterns in the yard were not torn down, but the dragon and phoenix red candles in the main hall were replaced with white candles. Tomorrow, this main hall will inevitably become a mourning hall.

The atmosphere in the Chen Mansion was unprecedentedly depressing. Even the usually carefree scholars became extremely restrained. They didn't know what to say, fearing that they would say something wrong and violate taboos.

At this time, being happy meant disrespecting Mrs. Chen, and being sad meant offending the new members of the Chen family.

At first, everyone just ate the food in silence, not even drinking wine, but soon, a more bizarre scene happened.

This was clearly a wedding banquet, but the literati at each table began to discuss the classics, scriptures, and policy essays of the saints, and each of them was like a student in the academy, citing references and carefully considering every word.

Fang Yun listened for a while, held his forehead and lowered his head. This atmosphere was simply unique in the Ten Kingdoms. If it happened in an ordinary wealthy family, it would definitely be published in the "Wen Bao" as a joke, but it could not be published if it happened in a semi-saint family.

Zhao Hongzhuang was unusually well-behaved. She lowered her head, kept playing with her fingers, and didn't say a word.

The people at Fang Yun's table were too high-ranking. They talked about peace and the way of the saints, and even if they just said it casually, it had the power to push people away. Fang Yun, not to mention that he was a juren, even if he became a jinshi, he would not be able to interrupt.

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

Fang Yun listened carefully at first, but the more he listened, the more confused he became. The realm was too different. It took him about thirty breaths to figure out a sentence, but thirty breaths were enough for several university scholars to say four or five sentences.

Not only that, sometimes when talking about profound principles, the voices of several university scholars completely turned into a strange and ethereal sound. He could clearly understand every word, but he didn't understand what it meant when they were connected together, and he would forget it in the blink of an eye, as if the brain of a juren could not bear the power of a university scholar.

Fang Yun quickly changed his strategy and stopped understanding. Instead, he recorded the words of several university scholars in the strange book world and slowly studied them later.

Fang Yun recorded silently. The communication between the university scholars was extraordinary. Juren and Jinshi did not need to understand. Even if they could remember it, it was a precious treasure, almost equivalent to listening to the lectures of great scholars.

The conversations of these university scholars were close to the realm of "discussing the Tao". Occasionally, a few words would cause Fang Yun's blood to surge, and even the Wen Palace would tremble slightly, and his talent would flow.

Fang Yun was not afraid and continued to record.

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

The Hanlin at the same table did not change at first, but soon he was sweating profusely. Finally, he sighed lightly, wiped the sweat, lowered his head silently, and raised his head again after a long time, and repeated this.

As the university scholars talked, the dishes on the table occasionally trembled slightly, and sometimes a word came out, and the dishes on the table rang lightly.

At this time, many people showed completely opposite expressions, either painful or happy.

Those who were happy were those who did not understand at all, and those who were in pain were those who knew only a little.

Not long after, although no one had done anything, the peels of the oranges on the table bloomed like flowers.

The cooked shrimps on the plate jumped gently, their shells peeled off, revealing the tender white shrimp meat, and even the mud intestines peeled off automatically.

The hairy crabs were even more straightforward, using their claws to open their abdominal shells, revealing the plump crab roe, and the strange fragrance suppressed all the crabs in the world.

"The spirits are inspired by the righteousness." Someone whispered.

Then, the peanut kernels that had been fried actually took root and sprouted, and in just a quarter of an hour they became exactly the same as the peanuts in the field, with piles of shelled peanuts hanging under the green leaves.

The people outside the courtyard could not sit still, and some people who were eager to break through the literary position did not care about their dignity and walked quickly to the door.

Fang Yun was not polite. He ate the oranges he offered first, then peeled the plate of newly shelled peanuts and shared them with Zhao Hongzhuang.

Some people couldn't help looking at Fang Yun. If such a phenomenon appeared in a small place, it would be regarded as a good omen by local officials for a period of time. Although this phenomenon of literary discussion was not so precious in the semi-saint family, no one dared to eat it casually.

A few young people were a little unhappy, but those who were older and had high literary status nodded slightly. Scholars should have this kind of courage. They must not regard the words of people with high literary status as the golden rule that cannot be violated. They should eat boldly when they should eat. The holy way of such people is more pure.

Finally, Fang Yun and Zhao Hongzhuang shared all the dishes that produced the phenomenon, and the people outside the courtyard were extremely envious.

After half an hour, the atmosphere of the banquet finally eased a little, and many people breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Zhuang Juren of "Kangshe" suddenly stood up, walked to the door, and whispered: "Fang Wenhou, can I ask you a favor?"

Several university scholars were talking about literature and had to stop, and the rest of the people who were listening and studying immediately looked at Zhuang Juren unhappily.

Mr. Zhuang shuddered, and the tone of his last few words changed.

Fang Yun said: "Brother Zhuang, what do you want?"

Zhuang Juren bent down and bowed, and said sincerely: "What happened to the Chen family has made us feel uneasy. A festive wedding banquet has become like an ice cave, and no one wants to see it. Fang Zhenguo, you have always been a great talent, and you are my king." The No. 1 rookie in the country, I hope you can write a poem to resolve the siege of the Chen family. Especially today is Brother Chen Jing’s wedding. Brother Chen Jing and I studied together in the academy, and I can’t bear to see his wedding become so miserable.”

Everyone immediately understood that this was an opportunity to attack Fang Yun!

At this time, no one dares to write poems and articles to celebrate. How can they be worthy of an old lady? The writing is sad, what should Chen Jing and his wife do? Therefore, everyone only talked about classics or strategies. This was the most correct way. It would not be a cold spot and would not embarrass the Chen family too much.

Zhuang Juren made this request at this time, his intention was too obvious.

If Fang Yun agrees, his reputation will be damaged if he does not do well. If he does not agree, Zhuang Juren's request is reasonable and reasonable. Fang Yun refuses, but loses the magnanimity of a scholar. The Chen family will not blame him, but there is always something wrong with his face. If you can't get through it, some people may even think that Fang Yun doesn't care about the Chen family's face.

Almost everyone in the Chen family was furious. It wouldn't matter if this person really wanted to save the siege, but he was clearly taking advantage of the Chen family's misfortune to attack Fang Yun. If it weren't for the fact that it was not the right time to get angry, and the Chen family's face was at stake, they would have killed Zhuang Juren long ago. Fight out.

Many people looked at Zhuang Juren, but those with high status and age looked at where Xiao Guogong and Yi Mingtian were.

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

Zhuang Juren lowered his head and said nothing.

The young Duke's face was expressionless, and he did not even look back at Zhuang Juren. He kept playing with the small wine glass in his hand.

Fang Yun remained silent.

Zhuang Ju lowered his head even further and said, "I hope Marquis Fang Wen can help us out and wish the Chen family peace on our behalf."

The atmosphere in the Chen family became even weirder, and everyone's eyes focused on Fang Yun.

Fang Yun said slowly: "Confucius said: Poetry can be exciting, contemplative, group-building, and resentful. So I would like to introduce some ideas and boldly compose a poem to appease the guests."

"Served with pen and ink!" a Chen family member said hurriedly and breathed a sigh of relief.

The great scholar Zhang Hu waved his hand, and all the dishes on the table in front of Fang Yun immediately disappeared, making them shiny and clean.

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

Fang Yun picked a flower with five purples and five goats, which is both strong and soft.

Fang Yun dipped his pen in ink and said, "The deceased is gone and will never return. We should respect the last wishes of the deceased and wish the new couple the best."

A few people frowned, feeling bad.

A slight arc appeared at the corner of the little Duke's mouth and then quickly disappeared.

Fang Yun picked up his pen and wrote.

"The red lights and silver candles are shining brightly, and the moon and the moon are changing. Today, the bad luck turns into good luck. Let's pay homage to the bridegroom!"

As soon as this poem came out, almost everyone felt a big stone falling from their hearts and felt more relaxed.

The Chen family all looked at Fang Yun with gratitude. This poem was a mixture of sadness and joy, but in the end it turned from sadness to happiness, especially the sentence "Today's bad luck turned into good luck", which defined the matter and cleared away the gloom that was suppressing the Chen family. , fully achieved the purpose of this wedding banquet's "celebration".

Otherwise, the enemies of the Chen family will definitely slander the Chen family's family tradition and force Mrs. Chen to die at the wedding of their direct descendants.

Right Prime Minister Cao De'an sighed softly and said: "'Ye Lao Wuchang raises a glass together' is a very good sentence. Mrs. Chen is a woman who is not inferior to men, and she is over a hundred years old. When she left, Yue Lao Wuchang raised a glass to see her off, and the bad thing turned out to be Ji, it means happiness and mourning.”

"Mrs. Chen lived a long, blessed and happy life, and she also saw her children and grandchildren getting married. Of course she is happy to mourn her!"

"As expected of Fang Zhenguo, he can show his literary reputation and help people in difficult situations. It is rare and rare."

Everyone praised him.

The originally solid air in the Chen family became looser.

Just as everyone was talking, a slight voice sounded, but no one paid attention.

Yi Mingtian turned to look at the right hand of the young Duke. He held it tightly, and several pieces of broken porcelain from the cup fell to the ground. Then, drops of blood flowed out of his hand and fell on the white porcelain pieces, like Bright peach blossoms bloom.

In the main hall, a member of the Chen family, Hanlin, bowed his hand to Zhuang Juren and said, "Thank you so much for your suggestion to let Fang Yun help my Chen family out of the siege. When my Chen family handles this matter, I will thank you both deeply."

The Chen family is a semi-saint family.

Zhuang Juren shuddered, rolled his eyes, fell limply to the ground, and passed out.

"What's in the way!" The great scholar Zhang Hu waved his sleeves, and Zhuang Juren was swept up by the strong wind and flew out of Chen's house.