Chapter 416

Fang Yun and Zhao Hongzhuang came to the second table together, and then Zhao Hongzhuang introduced the six people at the table for Fang Yun one by one.

"This is Mr. Cao De'an, the right minister." Zhao Hongzhuang motioned to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun saw that he was an old man with three wisps of long beard. He was slightly fat and had a very kind smile.

The official status of one country's four phases, left phase, right phase, auxiliary phase and literary phase, decreased in turn. Cao De'an's status is second only to left phase Liushan, and is really below one person and above ten thousand people among the hundred officials of Jingguo.

He is a well-known good man in charge of the Ministry of household and the Ministry of work. On the surface, he is ordinary and has no excellence. He is indifferent to Zuo Xiang's words and deeds. Some radical scholars call him "Cao Youxiang in clay sculpture".

Fang Yun is not one of those hot-blooded students. He has analyzed the situation of Jingguo. This person is in charge of the Ministry of household, that is, the money and food of Jingguo. If this person hadn't been secretly checking and balancing Zuo XiangLiu mountain, the Empress Dowager would be unable to compete with Liu Shan.

"Fang Yun, a student, has met Mr. Cao." Fang Yun greeted him with the attitude of his younger generation, rather than as an official. He seemed more close and respected. He didn't look down on the real meritorious man who endured humiliation and shouldered heavy responsibilities like those clean people.

Cao De'an smiled and said, "it's worthy of being the first person in the world. When I see it today, it's worthy of my reputation! I didn't lose my own prestige in front of the people of the Wu state, OK!"

Fang Yun was surprised at the beginning that the "clay sculpture of Cao Youxiang" was not such a direct person. When he thought about it, he realized that this was the Chen family. Cao De'an was also shown to the people of the Chen Sheng family to show his loyalty to the king state.

Zhao Hongzhuang introduced another great bachelor and said, "this is the great Bachelor of assistant minister Yueqing."

"I've seen you, Mr. Secretary." Fang Yun arched his hand, and the smile on his face was much lighter than before.

The assistant minister, Si Yueqing, is younger than Cao De'an. He has black hair. The words under his nose are eye-catching and serious. He is a dignified old man no matter how he looks.

This man's nickname and "clay sculpture of Cao Youxiang" said that he was ridiculed as "paper paste Si Fuxiang". However, Si Yueqing was more controversial than Cao De'an. Not only was he servile in front of Zuo XiangLiu mountain, but also because his name "Si Yueqing" was misinterpreted as "Siqing" and "Siqing country", which attracted a lot of laughter and abuse.

Si Yueqing said positively, "Marquis Fang Wenhou is loyal to the country and saves the scenery. The Chinese name is water and fire. It is an example of all officials. Please accept my worship." then he really bent down and worshipped.

Fang Yun found that several people around him were indifferent, and Zhao Hongzhuang looked at tianfanbai directly, so he thought it was the good play of Si Yueqing, the assistant prime minister. It was serious to everyone, but it was incomparably inferior.

"You're welcome, Mr. Si." Fang Yun said.

After that, Zhao Hongzhuang introduced the others one by one, and then sat down together.

Zhao Hongzhuang said with a smile, "the wedding banquet hasn't started yet. I can't propose a toast. I'll have a cup of tea instead of wine. Thank him, otherwise I can't sit here."

Mao Shangshu, from the etiquette Department of another university student, said, "Fang Yun, don't go today. I have a lot to ask you."

Cao De'an said with a smile, "it's not just you. Who in Jingguo doesn't have a lot of words to ask Fang Yun? I really envy Wen Ying. I knew I could meet such a talent for thousands of years in Jiangzhou. I shouldn't be a right phase. I just sat in Dayuan Mansion and waited for the talent to come out."

The people around the four tables laughed and said something to ask Fang Yun.

Fang Yun observed secretly and found that the Beijing officials were different from those in Jiangzhou. The officials in Jiangzhou saw that they were naturally close and flattering, but the officials in the capital were much more generous. They also recognized their status and identity, but their attitudes were different.

Some estrangement, but more is a gentleman's friend, as light as water, just like Li Wenying, boasting is boasting, but it stops at the point.

Not long after, a servant dressed in red silk belt ran out and whispered, "madam is coming."

Wow

Everyone got up together. The people in the yard didn't know what had happened, but when they saw the people in the room getting up, they also stood up together.

Not long after, two servant girls in red fish swimming suits came out of the door on the right. The two servant girls each held Yu Ruyi and opened the door curtain.

An old woman with silver hair sat in a mechanism chair and drove slowly into the main hall driven by a strong scholar.

Fang Yun looked at the old woman. He was dying, breathing very slowly, and his hands and face were covered with age spots. It seemed that he was sleeping.

"Grandma, grandson, please say hello." Chen Mingding, the owner of the Chen family, immediately knelt in front of the old woman, stretched out his hand and held the old woman's hand with a smile. Obviously, he is an old man in his eighties, but he even showed a look similar to that of a child.

Fang Yun respected Chen Mingding even more. The dignified scholar knelt so neatly in front of so many people. For the time being, it was enough to move people at such an old age.

The others were inconvenient to kneel and lowered their heads slightly.

"HMM." Mrs. Chen snorted, opened her eyelids, looked at Chen Mingding in confusion, a heavy smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, and then closed her eyes.

Just then, crackling firecrackers came from the streets outside Chen's house.

Chen Mingding waved to isolate the outside voice, and then said, "grandma, jing'er has welcomed the new lady back. Wait a minute, and they will worship in front of you right away."

"Hmm..." Mrs. Chen didn't even blink this time.

Chen Mingding stood up and said, "sit down and I'll meet the bride and groom."

Fang Yun and others sat down and whispered for fear of disturbing Mrs. Chen.

Not long after, they saw a group of people coming at the gate of the courtyard and immediately got up.

Fang Yun looked up and saw the bridegroom holding the bride slowly coming in. They were both dressed in red and the bride was wearing a red cap on her head. Many people followed, some blowing suona, others clapping cymbals, laughing and music.

Fang Yun looked at the couple with a smile.

Seeing that the bride and groom were about to enter the door, the scholar behind Chen Taifu suddenly whispered, "madam? Madam, what's the matter with you?"

When they looked at Mrs. Chen quickly, they saw her head tilted to one side, her hands turned outward and drooped on her knees.

A figure in purple flew from the door to Mrs. Chen in the blink of an eye.

"Grandma! Grandma!" the great scholar Chen Mingding whispered, his voice full of anxiety.

After calling several times, Chen Mingding felt Mrs. Chen's pulse with a trembling hand. He soon loosened it, felt it again, and repeated it more than ten times before he completely loosened Mrs. Chen's hand and stood up slowly.

Chen Mingding's face was more peaceful than usual. He looked around at the crowd and said slowly, "grandma, the old man most wanted to see jing'er get married before he died. The interruption of the wedding not only made her unhappy, but also out of etiquette. Jing'er and his bride married in front of her grandmother and ended her last wish."

"It should be so." everyone agreed.

Fang Yun and Zhao Hongzhuang looked at each other and saw helplessness from each other's eyes. It was a happy day, but people died, which makes people laugh or cry.

The atmosphere in Chen's house was slightly strange.

Zhang Hu, the master of marriage, had to bite the bullet to preside over the wedding.

The little Duke in the yard glanced, quickly lowered his head, and slowly loosened his clenched right fist.