Wei Ci said that his funeral oration was written in a hurry, so they did not have any expectations for the content of the funeral oration.
Funeral oration used for funerals were mostly articles expressing mourning, remembrance, and mourning for the deceased. The current funeral oration was mainly prose and four-character rhymes, and it was easy to recite. The content was basically to remember the deceased's life experiences, praise the deceased's character, and express grief.
If there were any mistakes in the funeral oration, there was a high chance that Wei Ci would be stabbed to death in front of Nie Liang's coffin.
The scholar standing in the corner looked at Wei Ci's respectful and devout attitude and sneered in his heart.
He said in a low voice, "He had never met the late master, how could he write a heartfelt funeral oration. It's hilarious."
As mentioned earlier, the content of the funeral oration was related to the deceased's life experiences. If Wei Ci did not know Nie Liang, his writing would not be appropriate.
Unbeknownst to him, Wei Ci had done some research on Nie Liang. After all, his brother Wei Dan from his previous life had written more than ten funeral oration after Nie Liang's death, almost one every year. The year Wei Dan died of illness, he was bedridden with a cold and could not get up to attend the funeral. It was Wei Ci who went on his behalf.
Wei Ci did not know Nie Liang well enough, but Wei Dan definitely did.
He sorted out many letters for Wei Dan's funeral and found that most of the letters were written to his close friend Nie Liang.
Some were funeral oration, some were ordinary letters, and some were long-winded chatter.
"Last night, I dreamed of the past, and suddenly realized that it has been fourteen years since Guang Shan passed away, and I am forty-seven. Life is already half over, and the pear tree in front of the courtyard has bloomed and withered several times … Day and night, my mind is in a mess … Thinking of the first time I met you, you wore a black robe and a black crown, standing under the courtyard, talking elegantly … Thinking of all the past, now, it is as bright as before, as if it was yesterday … your laughter and words still ring in my ears …"
"Alas, Guang Shan, the heavens do not give me false years; I die of old age, my heart aches; Libation … I mourn your early death, I also weep blood …"
Of course, these were all written by Wei Dan to Nie Liang as a friend. Wei Ci could not directly copy, or he would reveal flaws.
With detailed materials, it was not difficult to write a standard elegiac oration.
Other than the crackling of the white candles burning in the tent, there was only the sound of Wei Ci's sincere recitation of the funeral rites. As the funeral rites began, everyone's irascible and irrepressible emotions seemed to have found an outlet to vent. Nie Qing even knelt in front of his father's coffin and cried until his face was covered in tears …
After Wei Ci finished reciting, he gave a long bow. Regardless of whether it was the funeral oration or the etiquette, no one could find fault with it. Even if everyone wanted to make things difficult for him, they had no excuse.
Someone secretly wiped his tears and sneered, "Was it really written in a hurry and not someone ghostwrote it?"
What interaction did Wei Ci have with Nie Liang?
The contents of the funeral oration were all true. This level of understanding was definitely not superficial. They must have been close friends.
Someone berated in a low voice. "Stop talking. Don't be presumptuous in front of the deceased Lord's spirit. I know you're not happy with Wei Zishun, but you can't simply accuse him. After Wei Ci entered the tent, his every move was under our eyes. Did the two brothers communicate at all? "
Not only did they not communicate, but Wei Ci did not even look at Wei Ci once, let alone act as his gunman.
Kneeling in front of the spirit, Nie Qing wiped his tears. It took him a while to calm his sorrowful mood.
He asked Wei Ci in a hoarse voice, "Does your lord have any instructions?"
Before Nie Liang passed away due to illness, out of consideration of morality and benevolence, Jiang Pengji could not mobilize troops before the seventh day of his death. Otherwise, she would be nailed to history and be reviled. No matter how great the hatred was, according to the tradition of the deceased, no matter how big the matter was, it had to be moved to the end of the funeral.
Wei Ci said, "My lord instructed me to come here to pay my respects. My every move must be respectful and not the slightest bit negligent or rude."
Nie Qing sneered and ignored Wei Ci's Tai Chi excuse.
"What else?"
Wei Ci said, "Stop fighting for now. Young Langjun, help the spirit back."
Nie Qing did not speak, but Wei Ci said, "Regarding the matter of helping the spirit, the young lord has his own plans. There's no need for an outsider to help him plan. The Duke of Lanting is willing to send Zixiao to pay his respects. Whether it's sincere or not, he's up to no good. He's taking advantage of the fact that there's no one in the Nie family. After seven days, let the Duke of Lanting wait. The enmity of the late lord's death can't be let go just like that. Please pass on these words, Zixiao. "
Wei Ci sighed and stood up. He knew that such a situation would happen.
In his previous life, Nie Liang died early and his elder brother died of depression. Naturally, the two brothers had no conflicts and had always been respectful.
This life was different. Nie Liang walked to the front of the stage and Wei Ci assisted from the side. Nie Liang's death had something to do with his lord, so the relationship between the two brothers became tense. However, Wei Ci did not regret it. They were still brothers, but they had different standpoints.
"I will pass on every word to the lord."
Wei Ci glanced at Wei Ci out of the corner of his eye. His eyes were surging with complicated emotions that outsiders could not understand.
Wei Ci said in a low voice, "Brother, why do you have to do this?"
Nie Liang had just died. The internal strife in the Nie family was fierce. More than 200,000 troops squatted at Zhanjiang Pass and fought to the death. If the power in the rear changed and their rations were cut off, Wei Ci and the others would be in a desperate situation. Don't think that the Nie family and the others couldn't do it. What couldn't those people do?
Wei Ci asked him, "Judge others by yourself. If the person lying in the coffin today was the Duke of Lanting, you would know why."
Wei Ci was speechless and could only choose to remain silent.
"Brother, take care."
Before Wei Ci left, he glanced at Nie Liang lying in the coffin. After bidding farewell to Nie Qing, he turned and left.
Seeing Wei Ci leave, everyone held their breath and almost couldn't breathe.
Nie Qing said, "Father-in-law, what should we do now?"
Wei Ci was a step behind and followed beside Nie Qing. He said calmly, "The late lord made thorough arrangements when he was alive. Young Lord, don't worry."
The obstacles in Nie Qing's path would be swept clean.
The days of keeping vigil were tough. The white banners and mourning mourning cloaks fluttered in the wind. The originally unstable morale of the soldiers had been stabilized by Nie Liang's death. Wei Ci continued to use his methods. Not only did the soldiers not lose their will to fight, but they were determined to fight to the death because of their grief.
Because Nie Qing had lost his father, he had eaten very little for several days. He looked pale and weak, and he had suffered a lot.
Nie Yang could only persuade him to eat a little. If he didn't eat, Nie Yang would accompany him silently.
"Sigh …"
Looking at Nie Qing's back, which was unsteady on his knees, Nie Yang sighed in his heart.
[This Nie Liang is really ruthless. He even hid it from his son …]
In reality, there were only two people who knew that Nie Liang was still alive.
One was Wei Ci, and the other was Fan Chen. Both of them were old foxes.
During the vigil, the two of them cried bitterly, as if their father had died.
The System laughed coldly. [They wait for people like you who are ambitious and can't hold back.]
Nie Yang secretly glanced at Wei Ci's tent. [Does he really not have many days left?]
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