One Thousand Five Hundred and Five: Defeating Nieliang, Attacking Yang Tao, Pointing the Sword to the World (44)

[Book title: The Empress's Live Streaming Strategy 1505: Fa Nieliang, Gong Yang Tao, Swords to the World (44) Author: Fried Mushrooms in Oil]

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Most of the sacrificial texts used in funerals are articles expressing condolences, remembrance, and homage to the deceased. Nowadays, the sacrificial texts are mainly prose and four-character rhymes, which are catchy. The content is basically to reminisce about the experience of the deceased during his lifetime, to praise the conduct of the deceased, and to express his grief.

If something goes wrong during the sacrificial ceremony, there is a very high chance that Wei Ci will be stabbed to death in front of Nie Liangling.

The scholar standing in the corner saw Wei Ci's respectful and pious posture, and sneered in his heart.

He whispered, "He has never met the Former Lord, so how he can write a sincere sacrificial oration really makes people laugh."

As I said just now, the content of the sacrificial rite is related to the experience of the deceased. If Wei Ci didn't know Nie Liang well, it would be completely different if he wrote it.

As everyone knows, Wei Ci has really studied Nie Liang, who made his elder brother Wei in his previous life write more than a dozen sacrificial rites after Nie Liang's death, almost one every year. In the year of Wei Bing's death, he was bedridden with a cold and couldn't get up to go to the funeral, so Wei Ci went there on his behalf.

Wei Ci didn't know enough about Nie Liang, but Wei Ci definitely did.

He sorted out a lot of letters for Wei's funeral, and found that most of the letters were written to his close friend Nie Liang.

Some are sacrificial rites, some are ordinary letters, and some are rambling chats.

【Last night, dreaming about the past, I suddenly realized that Guangshan had passed away for fourteen years, and I was also forty-seven, and half of my life was in a hurry. The pear tree in front of the court bloomed and fell several times... I was in a trance day and night, my mind was disturbed... thinking Back then when I first met you, you were wearing black clothes and ink crowns, standing in the courtyard, talking about elegance... All kinds of past, thinking about them now, are as bright as before, just like yesterday...Your laughter is still in your ears...]

[Woohoo Guangshan, the sky does not have a holiday; my heart aches when I die for three years; I offer a sacrifice to the wine... I mourn the early death of the king, and I also weep blood...]

Of course, these were all written by Wei to Nie Liang as a friend, and Wei Ci couldn't copy them directly, otherwise flaws would be exposed every minute.

With detailed materials, it is not difficult to write another sacrificial oration in a satisfactory manner.

In the tent, apart from the crackling sound of white candles burning, there was only the voice of Wei Ciqing sincerely reciting the sacrificial oration. As the sacrificial oration began, everyone's irritable and difficult-to-dissolve emotions seemed to find an outlet, and Nie Qing even leaned on his father Weeping with tears in front of the soul...

After Wei Ci recited, there was another long prayer. Whether it was the sacrificial text or the etiquette, people couldn't fault it, and everyone had no excuse to make trouble.

Someone wiped away tears in private while ridiculing, "Is it really written in a hurry and not someone's ghostwriting?"

What is the connection between Wei Ci and Nie Liang?

Everything in the sacrificial oration is true. This level of understanding is by no means superficial. It must be a deep friendship.

Someone scolded in a low voice, "Let's say a few words less, first you must not be presumptuous before the spirit of the Lord. I know you are dissatisfied with Wei Zishun, but you can't wrong people indiscriminately. After Wei Ci entered the account, his every move is under your nose. Can brothers communicate at all?"

Not only did they not communicate, Wei Ci never looked at Wei Ci from the beginning to the end, let alone be his shooter.

Kneeling before the coffin, Nie Qing wiped away her tears, and it took a while to calm down from her grief.

He asked Wei Ci hoarsely, "Does your lord have any orders?"

Before Nie Liang died of illness as a prince, out of considerations of morality and benevolence, Jiang Ji could not mobilize troops before the first seven days, otherwise she would be nailed to history and be reviled by others. No matter how much enmity there was during life, according to the tradition that the deceased is the greatest, all major events should be moved to the end of the funeral.

Wei Ci said, "My lord told me to come here to express my condolences, to be respectful in every action, and not to be insolent in the slightest."

Nie Qing sneered,

Ignore Wei Ci's rhetoric about practicing Tai Chi.

"anything else?"

Wei Ci said, "Stop fighting for now, Lord Shaolang help Ling go back."

Nie Qing remained silent, but Wei said, "The young master has his own plans for helping the spirit, and there is no need for outsiders to help him plan. Lord Lan Ting is willing to send Zixiao to express his condolences. Is it because of sincerity, or if he is not kind enough to deceive me?" I know that there is no one in the Nie clan. After seven days, let Lan Tinggong wait. The revenge of the former master’s illness and death cannot be forgotten. Please tell me Zixiao’s original words.”

Wei Ci sighed and got up, he knew that such a situation would happen.

In the previous life, Nie Liang died early, and his elder brother died of depression. Naturally, the two brothers Wei Ci have no conflicts and have always been brothers and sisters.

This life is different, Nie Liang walked to the front of the stage, Wei assisted from the side, but Nie Liang's death had something to do with his lord, and even the relationship between their brothers became tense. However, Wei Ci did not regret it. They are still brothers, but in different positions.

"Ci Ding will tell the lord verbatim."

Only then did Wei take a look at Wei Ci from the corner of his eye, his eyes filled with complex emotions that outsiders could not fathom.

Wei Ci whispered, "Brother, why bother?"

Nie Liang was newly mourned, and the internal struggle of the Nie family was fierce. More than 200,000 troops squatted at Zhanjiang Pass. If the forces in the rear changed and the food and grass were cut off, Wei and others would be in a desperate situation. Don't think that Nie and others can't do it, what can't those people do?

Wei asked him back, "It's up to you to judge others. If the person lying in the coffin today is Lanting Gong, you will know why."

Wei Ci was so questioned that he couldn't speak, so he could only choose to remain silent.

"Brother, take care."

Before leaving, Wei Ci glanced at Nie Liang lying in the coffin, bid farewell to Nie Qing, turned and left.

Seeing Wei Ci leave, everyone held back their breath and almost couldn't breathe.

Nie Qing said, "Father-in-law, what should we do now?"

Wei took a step back and followed Nie Qing. He said flatly, "The First Master made all the arrangements before his death. Young Master, don't worry."

Obstacles on Nie Qing's path will definitely be swept away.

The days of guarding the spirit were very difficult, and the white flags were fluttering in the wind from top to bottom of Nie's camp, and the previously floating morale of the army was stabilized because of Nie Liang's death. Wei used his methods one after another. Not only did the soldiers not lose their will to fight, but they were determined to fight to the death because of mourning.

Because of the loss of his father, Nie Qing ate very little food for several days. He looked pale and weak, and his whole body suffered a lot.

Nie Yang could only persuade him to eat more. If he didn't eat, Nie Yang would accompany him silently.

"well"

Looking at the back of Nie Qing who couldn't even kneel, Nie Yang sighed inwardly.

[This Nie Liang is also cruel enough to even hide it from his son]

In fact, only two people knew that Nie Liang was still alive.

One is Wei, the other is Fan Chen, and both are old foxes.

During the vigil, the two of them cried very sadly, as if their father had died.

The system sneered, 【I'm waiting for a rabbit, and I'm waiting for ambitious people like you who can't hold back. 】

Nie Yang secretly glanced at Wei's tent, 【Is he really short of days to live? 】

[At most half a month, in this half month, he can do more things, such as assassinate all ambitious moths who threaten Nie Qing and Nie Shi. Host be careful, hold back, otherwise, even if I help you, you will die. 】2k novel reading network