Wei Ci said that his sacrificial text was written in a hurry, and they did not have any expectations for the content of the sacrificial text.
Most of the sacrificial texts used for funerals are articles expressing mourning, remembrance, and paying homage to the deceased. Nowadays, the sacrificial texts are mainly prose and four-character rhyme, which are read catchy. The content is basically to remember the experience of the deceased before his death, to praise the character of the deceased, and to express condolences.
If something goes wrong in the ritual, Wei Ci is very likely to be stabbed to death in front of Nie Liangling.
The scribe standing in the corner sneered when he saw Wei Ci's reverent and pious gesture.
He whispered, "He never met the First Sovereign, how he can write a sincere sacrifice is really funny."
I just said that the content of the sacrificial text is related to the experience of the deceased.
As everyone knows, Wei Ci really did research on Nie Liang, who made his elder brother Wei Xin in his previous life write more than a dozen sacrificial essays after Nie Liang's death, almost one every year. In the year of his death, Wei Ci was in bed with a cold and was unable to get up to go to the funeral, so Wei Ci did it for him.
Wei Ci didn't know enough about Nie Liang, but Wei Xin absolutely knew it.
He sorted out a lot of letters for Wei Xian to handle the funeral, and found that most of the letters were written to his close friend Nie Liang.
Some are ceremonies, some are ordinary letters, and some are rambling chatter.
[Last night, I dreamed of the past, and suddenly realized that it had been 14 years since Guangshan had passed away, and I was also forty-seven, and my life was in a hurry. Jun first met, Jun wore a black robe and black crown, stood in the courtyard, and talked elegantly... All kinds of past, now thinking about it, as bright as the past, just like yesterday... Jun's smile, the words are still in my ears...]
[Wuhu Guangshan, heaven does not leave the New Year; my life is over for three years, my heart aches; I sacrifice a wine for a jue... Aijun passed away prematurely, and I also weep blood... ]
Of course, these were all written by Wei Xin to Nie Liang as a friend, and Wei Ci couldn't copy them directly, or else they would reveal flaws in minutes.
With the detailed materials, it is not difficult to write another sacrificial essay in a satisfactory manner.
In the tent, apart from the sound of the white candle burning, there was only Wei Ci's voice reciting the sacrificial text sincerely. As the sacrificial text began, everyone's irritable and inexplicable emotions seemed to find an outlet, and Nie Qing was even more attentive to his father. Crying with tears in front of Lingqian...
After Wei Ci finished reciting, it was a long prayer. Whether it was the sacrificial text or the etiquette, people couldn't make mistakes, and everyone had no excuse to attack.
Someone wiped away tears in private and sneered at the same time, "Is it really written in a hurry instead of someone ghostwriting?"
What is the intersection between Wei Ci and Nie Liang
Every piece of content in the sacrificial text is true, and this level of understanding is by no means superficial, and must be a close friend.
Someone whispered, "Let's say a few words, don't be presumptuous in front of the First Lord's spirit. I know you are dissatisfied with Wei Zishun, but you can't wrong people. Brother, do you have the slightest communication?"
Not only did they not communicate, Wei Xin never looked at Wei Ci from the beginning to the end, let alone acted as a shooter for him.
Nie Qing, who was kneeling in front of the spirit, wiped away her tears and took a long time to calm down her grief.
He asked Wei Ci in a hoarse voice, "Does your lord have any orders?"
Before Nie Liang died of illness as a feudal lord, for the sake of morality and righteousness, Jiang Pengji could not use troops before the first seven, otherwise he would be nailed to history and reviled by others. No matter how much hatred they had during their lifetime, according to the tradition of the dead being the greatest, the big things should be moved to the end of the funeral.
Wei Ci said, "My lord told me to come down and express my condolences. Every move must be respectful, and there must be no slights or rudeness."
Nie Qing sneered, ignoring Wei Ci's taiji-like remarks.
"anything else?"
Wei Ci said, "Stop fighting for now, Lord Shaolang, let's go back."
Nie Qing said nothing, but Wei Xin said, "Young Master has his own plans for helping the spirit, and there is no need for outsiders to help plan. Lord Lanting is willing to send Zixiao to come to condolence, whether it is sincere or sincere, or uneasy and good-hearted. I have no one in the Nie clan, and I know it by heart. After seven days, let Duke Lanting wait. The enmity of the First Lord's death can never be forgotten. I would like to ask Zixiao to tell me this."
Wei Ci sighed and got up, he knew there would be such a situation.
In the previous life, Nie Liang died early, and his elder brother died of depression. Naturally, there was no conflict between the two Wei Ci brothers, and they were always brothers and sisters.
This life was different. Nie Liang walked to the front of the stage, and Wei Xin assisted him. However, Nie Liang's death had something to do with his lord, and the relationship between them and their brothers was also tense. However, Wei Ci has no regrets. They are still brothers, but in different positions.
"Ci Ding will tell the lord without a word."
Only then did Wei Xun glance at Wei Ci from the corner of his eye, and his eyes were filled with complicated emotions that outsiders could not understand.
Wei Ci whispered, "Brother, why is this so hard?"
Nie Liang was newly mourned, and the internal struggle of the Nie Clan was fierce. More than 200,000 troops were squatting at Zhanjiang Pass. If the forces in the rear changed and the food and forage were cut off, Wei Yu and others would be in a desperate situation. Don't think that Nie's and others can't do it, what can't those people do
Wei Xin asked him, "Save others by yourself. If the person lying in the coffin today is Duke Lanting, you will know why."
Wei Ci was speechless when he asked him, 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, and turned to leave.
Seeing Wei Ci leave, everyone held their breath and almost couldn't breathe.
Nie Qing said, "Father-in-law, what should I do now?"
Wei Xian took a step behind and followed Nie Qing's side. He said calmly, "The First Master made all arrangements before his death, Young Master, don't worry."
Obstacles on Nie Qing's road will be swept away.
The days of guarding the spirits were very difficult. The white flags above and below Nie's camp fluttered in the wind, and the originally floating military spirit was also stabilized because of Nie Liang's death. Wei Xun used his tactics one after another. Not only did the soldiers not lose their will to fight, but instead, they were determined to fight to the death because of mourning.
Because of the loss of his father, Nie Qing ate very little 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.
"Ugh-"
Seeing Nie Qing's back kneeling unsteadily, Nie Yang sighed inwardly.
[This Nie Liang is ruthless enough to even hide from his son—]
In fact, only two people knew that Nie Liang was still alive.
One is Wei Xin, the other is Fan Chen, and both are old foxes.
During the wake, the two of them cried so sadly, it was really like a dead father.
The system sneered, [People are waiting for the rabbits, and it is you who are ambitious and unable to hold back.]
Nie Yang secretly glanced at Wei Wei's tent, "He really doesn't have a few days to live?]
[At least half a month, this half month, he can do more things, such as assassinating all the worms who are ambitious, threaten Nie Qing, and threaten Nie's family. Be careful, host, be sure to hold back, otherwise, even if I help you, you will die.]