"Bow to heaven and earth!"
"Bow to the parents!"
"Bow to each other!"
In front of Old Madam Chen, Chen Jing and his wife officially got married and were sent to the bridal chamber while the head of the family, Chen Mingding, personally handled Dowager Chen's funeral.
Chen Mingding was open-minded by nature and understood that he couldn't let the newlyweds suffer. He let the guests celebrate according to the wedding banquet, but after all, someone had passed away.
The guests in the hall were very conflicted.
Since such a major event had happened in the Chen family, they definitely couldn't just leave and had to stay there to perform the etiquette. However, with the wedding and the funeral together, no one felt comfortable. They couldn't celebrate or mourn.
Not long after, something strange happened in the Chen Residence. In addition to the original red ribbon, there were also white cloth ribbons around the waist of the servants. The red lanterns in the courtyard were not removed, but the dragon and phoenix candles in the main hall were replaced with white candles. The main hall would definitely become a mourning hall tomorrow.
The atmosphere in the Chen Residence was unprecedentedly oppressive, and even the scholars who usually had no scruples became extremely reserved. They didn't know what to say, for fear that they would say something wrong.
At this time, celebrating would be disrespectful to Dowager Chen, and mourning would be offending the newlyweds of the Chen family.
In the beginning, everyone just ate silently and didn't even drink wine, but soon, an even stranger scene happened.
It was clearly a wedding banquet, but the scholars at the various tables began to discuss the classics of the various saints, sutras, and theories. They were all like students in the palace, quoting from various sources and choosing their words carefully.
After listening for a while, Fang Yun held his forehead and lowered his head. The atmosphere could be said to be one of the best in the Ten Nations. If it happened in an ordinary wealthy family, it would definitely be published in the Wen Pao and become a joke. However, since it was a Half-saint family, it couldn't be published.
Zhao Hongzhuang was unusually obedient. She lowered her head and kept playing with her fingers without saying a word.
Fang Yun's table was filled with people of high status. The moment they opened their mouths, they would talk about conquering the world, and the moment they closed their mouths, they would talk about the Dao. Even if they were just casually talking about it, they would have the power to push people away. Even if he was a Jinshi, he couldn't interrupt.
There was another Hanlin, who was even more cautious than Zhao Hongzhuang. He kept his mouth shut, afraid that he would accidentally say something he shouldn't.
At first, Fang Yun listened carefully, but the more he listened, the more confused he became. There was a huge gap between their realms. It took him about 30 seconds to figure out a sentence, but 30 seconds was enough for the Grand Secretaries to say four or five sentences.
Not only that, sometimes, when they were talking about profound theories, the voices of the few scholars would turn into a strange, faintly discernible voice, and one could understand every word they said. But when the words were linked together, it was impossible to understand what they meant. Furthermore, in the blink of an eye, the words would be forgotten. It was as if a High Scholar's brain was unable to withstand the power of a Grand Scholar.
Fang Yun quickly changed his strategy and stopped trying to understand. Instead, he recorded the words of the scholars in the World of Wondrous Books so that he could slowly study them in the future.
Fang Yun silently recorded the exchange between the Grand Scholars. Even if a High Scholar or Grand Scholar did not need to understand the exchange, it would still be a valuable asset. It was almost like listening to a great scholar's lecture.
The conversation of these Grand Scholars was close to the realm of "Dao Discussion". Occasionally, a few words would cause Fang Yun's Qi and blood to surge. Even the Palace of Literature trembled slightly, causing turbulence in his Qi and blood.
Fang Yun was not afraid. He continued to record.
The starlight in the Palace of Literature slowly calmed the commotion in the Palace of Literature, suppressing all the discomfort.
Hanlin, who was sitting at the same table, did not change at first, but soon, he was sweating profusely and finally sighed. He wiped his sweat and silently lowered his head. After a while, he raised his head again. The cycle repeated.
As the Grand Secretaries talked, the bowls and plates on the table would occasionally tremble slightly. Sometimes, when they spoke, the bowls and plates on the table would ring lightly.
Whenever this happened, many people would show opposite expressions, either pain or joy.
The joy was because they did not understand anything, while the pain was because they only understood half of it.
Not long after, although no one moved, the skins of the oranges on the table bloomed like flowers.
The cooked prawns on the plates jumped gently, and the shells fell off, revealing the white and tender flesh. Even the mud intestines fell off automatically.
The hairy crab was even more straightforward. It used its pincers to open its abdomen, revealing the plump crab roe. The exotic fragrance overpowered all other crabs in the world.
"Inspired by righteousness, the spiritual object offers itself," someone muttered softly.
Then, the roasted peanuts took root and sprouted. In less than a quarter of an hour, they became exactly the same as the peanuts in the field. Under the green leaves, there were piles of peanuts with shells.
The people outside the courtyard could not sit still. Some people who desired to break through the Wen rank did not care about their dignity and quickly walked to the door.
Fang Yun did not hold back. He first ate the self-offered oranges, then peeled the new peanuts with shells and gave them to Zhao Hongzhuang.
Some people could not help but look at Fang Yun. If such a phenomenon occurred in a small place, it would be treated as an auspicious sign by the local officials for a period of time. Although this phenomenon was not so precious in the Half-saint family, no one dared to eat it casually.
A few young people were somewhat unhappy, but those who were older and had higher Wen ranks nodded lightly. Scholars should have this kind of courage. They should not treat the words of people with higher Wen ranks as a golden rule that could not be violated. They should eat boldly when they should. This kind of person's path was purer.
In the end, Fang Yun and Zhao Hongzhuang ate all the dishes that caused the phenomenon. The people outside the courtyard were extremely envious.
After an hour, the atmosphere of the banquet finally eased slightly. Many people breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Scholar Zhuang of the Kang Society suddenly stood up and walked to the door. He said softly, "Fang Wenhou, can I ask you for a favor?"
A few scholars were in the middle of a discussion and had to stop. The rest of the people who were listening and learning immediately looked at Scholar Zhuang with displeasure.
Scholar Zhuang's body trembled, and the tone of his last few words changed.
Fang Yundao asked, "Brother Zhuang, what do you want?"
Scholar Zhuang bowed and said sincerely, "Because of this incident in the Chen family, I am very nervous. A joyous banquet has become like an ice cave. No one wants to see it. Fang Zhenguo, you have always been a great talent. You are the number one rising star in Jingguo. I hope you can write a poem to help the Chen family. In particular, today is Brother Chen Jing's wedding. I used to study in the same palace as Brother Chen Jing. I can't bear to see his wedding become so miserable. "
Everyone immediately understood that Scholar Zhuang was taking the opportunity to make trouble for Fang Yun!
At this time, no one dared to write a poem. If they wrote a joyous poem, how could they face Old Madam? If they wrote a sad poem, what about Chen Jing and his wife? Therefore, everyone only talked about scriptures or policy. This was the most correct way. It would not cause an awkward silence, and it would not embarrass the Chen family too much.
Scholar Zhuang made this request at this time. His intention was too obvious.
If Fang Yun agreed, his Literary Name would be damaged. If he did not agree, Scholar Zhuang's request was reasonable. If Fang Yun refused, he would lose his bearing as a model scholar. The Chen family would not blame him, but they would lose face. Some people might even think that Fang Yun did not care about the Chen family's reputation.
Almost everyone in the Chen family was angry. If Scholar Zhuang really wanted to help the Chen family, it would not be a big deal. However, he was clearly using the Chen family's misfortune to attack Fang Yun. If it was not for the fact that it was not a good time to be angry, and it was related to the Chen family's reputation, they would have already kicked Scholar Zhuang out.
Many people were looking at Juren Zhuang, but Gao Wenwei and the older people were looking in the direction of the junior Duke and Yi Mingtian.
Yi Mingtian felt the anger of the Chen family and panicked. He shouted in a low voice, "Brother Zhuang, what are you doing? Come back immediately! "
Scholar Zhuang lowered his head and did not say a word.
The young duke was expressionless. He did not even turn to look at Scholar Zhuang. He kept playing with the small wine cup in his hand.
Fang Yun did not say a word.
Scholar Zhuang lowered his head even more and said, "I hope that Marquis Fang Wenhou can help us out. I wish the Chen family peace on behalf of us."
The atmosphere in the Chen family became even more strange. Everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Yun.
Fang Yun said slowly, "Confucius said: Poems can be popular, can be observed, can be grouped, and can be complained. Then I will throw a brick to attract jade and be bold enough to compose a poem to calm the hearts of the guests. "
"Bring the brush and ink!" A Chen family member said hurriedly and heaved 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.
"I have brush and ink." Fang Yun said and took out the brush, ink, paper, inkstone, water and other items from the Yin River Shell. Zhao Hongzhuang helped Fang Yun grind the ink.
Fang Yun picked a five-purple brush with five sheep patterns. It was both hard and soft.
Fang Yun dipped the brush in the ink and hung it in the air. He said, "The deceased is gone and will not return. We should respect the wishes of the deceased and congratulate the newlyweds."
A few people frowned and felt that something was wrong.
The young duke's mouth curved slightly and quickly disappeared.
Fang Yun picked up the brush and started to write.
"The red light and the silver candle are glorious. The moon is impermanent. Today, misfortune turns into luck. We all congratulate the newlyweds! "
When the poem was written, almost everyone felt that a big stone had been lifted from their hearts and they felt much more relaxed.
The Chen family members looked at Fang Yun with gratitude. The poem was sad and happy at the same time, but in the end, it turned from sadness to joy. Especially the sentence, "Today, misfortune turns into luck." It settled the matter and swept away the haze that was suppressing the Chen family. It completely achieved the purpose of the wedding banquet.
Otherwise, the Chen family's enemies would definitely slander the Chen family's reputation and force the Dowager Chen to pass away at the wedding of a direct descendant.
The Right Prime Minister, Cao Dean, sighed softly and said, "The moon is impermanent. This sentence is very good. Dowager Chen is a woman who is not inferior to men. She is also over a hundred years old. When she leaves, the moon is impermanent. Today, misfortune turns into luck. It is a happy funeral."
"Dowager Chen has lived a long and happy life. She has seen her children and grandchildren get married. Of course, it is a happy funeral!"
"As expected of Fang Zhenguo. He has the Literary Name and can help people out of trouble. It is rare, rare."
Everyone praised him.
The originally frozen atmosphere in the Chen family loosened.
Just as everyone was talking, a soft sound was heard. No one paid attention to it.
Yi Ming Tian turned his head to look at the young duke's right hand. His hand was clenched so tightly that a few pieces of broken porcelain fell to the ground. Then, drops of blood flowed from his hand and dripped onto the white porcelain pieces. It was like bright peach blossoms blooming.
Within the main hall, one of the Chen family's Han Lin bowed to High Scholar Zhuang and said, "Many thanks to High Scholar Zhuang for suggesting that we allow Fang Yun to help us out of this predicament. Once we are done with this matter, we will definitely thank both of you."
The Chen family was a Half-saint family.
High Scholar Zhuang's body trembled. His eyes rolled back and his body softly fell to the ground. He fainted.
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