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Chapter 4 Midnight Soul Return

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    On the second day, many people gathered in the lobby of the General¡¯s Mansion, and there was an exquisite nanmu coffin in the mourning hall. Although it was the Qian Family¡¯s own family affairs today, many people gathered in the Qian Mansion to go to the princes and nobles, such as Prince Jing¡¯s faction.  The Nine Kings of the Han Dynasty, and the Yu Wang of the enemy faction, Kang Wang.  Down to the common people.  Of course, it's not just because she knows that Qianqiong has a high official position, and she likes this youngest daughter so much. Most of the reason is because she wants to put pressure on the emperor and the prince's henchmen.  Some of these people came to inquire about news, some came to discuss strategies, in short, each had their own thoughts.

    For example, there are some here who want to take this opportunity to show their courtesy in front of Qianqiong. The young son of Song Changshi's family walked towards Qianqiong with a flattering smile on his face, "Hey, general, don't be sad, second lady  She died young, it must have been favored by heaven, who couldn't bear her to suffer in the mortal world, so he took her away early."

    "You mean that Yi'er has suffered with me, and God took her away because she couldn't stand it?" Qianqiong has been in the officialdom for so many years, so she naturally knows that this kid is here to get acquainted, and she wants to curry favor with herself, please ask  It's an official job, but this is the timing! It's really not the right time for him to come.

    "Ah! How comeGeneral, don't get me wrong" The young son of the Song family looked into Qianqiong's eyes, and was so frightened that he couldn't speak fluently.

    "Get out!" Qianqiong turned and walked towards the mourning hall. Qian Yi'er in the coffin was lying quietly in the coffin. He always believed that his daughter was not dead, but she was not breathing. Otherwise, why would it take several days?  Now, her skin color is still the same as that of a normal person, but others say that Yi'er is dead, and the lack of corpse spots may be a special reason, but she is really dead, and he himself can't delay the funeral.  .  .

    In a room in the courtyard of the mansion, King Jing was drinking tea with a man. After blowing the tea, King Jing looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup and said slowly: "Ninth brother, the adults in the court have arranged  Ok?"

    The so-called Ninth Brother put down his teacup, stood up and looked out the window, and looked into the distance and said, "Don't worry, Third Brother, the adults in the court have promised to help us speak up and bring down the prince together.  Not only the general Qian, but also the pressure from the ministers of the court, the emperor will definitely consider it carefully."

    "Besides, the news that you sent people to the public to spread the news is not only known by the palace, but even the common people know what happened, and they will not support such a person as the crown prince." The two looked at each other, both  The corners of his mouth curled up.  At night, Qianqiong was the only one left in the silent mourning hall, he retreated everyone, he wanted to stay alone with Yier's body for a while.  He stroked the coffin, but his hands were trembling, and he showed his vulnerable side when there was no one around, "Yi'er, didn't you agree to stay with dad?  You're black-haired" Wiping away his tears, he complained, "It's my fault that Dad didn't protect you well and put you in danger."

    At this time, Qian Wan'er came in and patted Qianqiong on the back, "Okay, dad, don't blame yourself too much. It's late at night, and I have to send my sister to the funeral tomorrow, so I'll take you back first!  arrange people."

    "Let's go." After finishing speaking, he went back to the room.

    At midnight, in the mourning hall, there were some servant girls kneeling, waddling and yawning.  But nothing unusual was found in the coffin.

    'Uh, my head hurts so much, where is it? It's so dark.  ¡¯¡± After groping around, she suddenly found herself locked in a coffin, ¡°Did they think I was dead?  I.  .  .  No, I can't be buried alive.  ¡¯ She straightened her legs and kicked hard towards the top of the coffin, she suddenly felt something was wrong, ¡®Wait a minute, this dress.  .  .  Is it fashionable to wear ancient costumes after death?  No cremation, am I in the funeral home now?  Forget it, let's go out first, but the coffin lid is really heavy.  ¡¯ After several attempts, she angrily kicked the lid of the coffin, ¡°Ah, help!¡±

    One of the guards seemed to hear something, and said to the person next to him, "Did you hear something?"

    "What's the sound, don't scare me."

    "Really, listen!"

    "No, really don't be suspicious."

    Wan Yan turned around and changed her posture. She wanted to push up the coffin lid with her waist, but she pushed it up hard, ¡®No, I can¡¯t just die like this! I want to get out.  ¡¯ She pushed upwards vigorously, at this moment, the coffin lid suddenly opened a little, but due to gravity, it fell down hard, "Ah, it hurts." But because the coffin lid slid back, a small gap was exposed on the top.

    At this time, the guards could see clearly, and shouted in panic: "Second Miss is back, the corpse has been scammed!" "Hurry up and inform the master."

    After a while, many people rushed to the mourning hall, including Qian Qiong, Qian Wan'er, King Jing and Nine Kings who stayed in the general's mansion, and a group of terrified servant girls.

    Wan Yan in the coffin seemed to hear the noise outside,He shouted: "I'm not dead yet! Get me out!"

    Everyone in the mourning hall was shocked, how is this possible?

    Qian Qiong shouted: "Yi'er, are you back? Have you come to see Dad?" She was about to walk towards the coffin, but was pulled back by Qian Wan'er, "Dad, don't go there yet."

    "Wan'er, it's Yi'er, Yi'er is back."

    "Father, Yi'er is dead, she is dead."

    Hearing the noise outside again, Wan Yan thought to herself: 'Is it because of fear?  I'm a real person!  'She took off her shoes, threw them out through the gap, and knocked over the fruit plate on the table. When everyone saw it, they suddenly stopped making noise. The whole mourning hall was silent, and they all stared at the strange coffin.  , another shoe was thrown out, and the maids and servants were already frightened.  Qian Wan'er was timid, but she fainted from fright when she saw this scene, and Qian Qiong hurriedly ordered someone to send her back.

    Hearing the silence outside, Wan Yan began to knock on the coffin lid, "Get me out!" Prince Jing has been watching all this quietly, how is this possible?  But at some point, the Nine Kings beside him had already walked straight to the side of the coffin, without looking at anyone, just staring at the coffin, walked straight over, pushed the edge of the coffin lid down hard.

    Seeing the coffin lid open, Wan Yan burst into tears. She rushed to the person who opened the coffin lid, hugged his neck tightly, and cried. The man patted her on the back and said softly: "  Don't be afraid." Wan Yan wiped her tear-filled eye sockets, "How strange is this man's hairstyle?  ¡¯ She turned away from the man¡¯s shoulder and looked into his face, ¡®This man.  .  .  who is it?  ¡¯ Jiu Wang looked at Wan Yan¡¯s strange behavior and thought: ¡®What¡¯s wrong with her?  ¡¯¡º¡»Wan Yan looked at the people next to her, ¡®Where is this?  She suddenly let go of the hand on Jiu Wang's neck and looked at these people in a daze. At this time, Jiu Wang stretched out his hand to take her out of the coffin. She hesitated for a second, but suddenly trusted this man.  , put his hand in his hand, and inserted it into his arms. Jiu Wang wanted to let her go, but he took a look at Wan Yan's bare feet, and continued to hug her.  The people below also looked at all this in a daze, 'How could it be, it is obviously a dead person!' They didn't dare to make a sound.  At this time Qianqiong couldn't bear it anymore, he walked towards his daughter, trembling hands, said softly: "Yi'er, Yi'er, you are not dead?"

    Wan Yan looked at the middle-aged man who came over. Although his eyes were full of tenderness, she still resisted. She hugged Jiu Wang's neck tightly, turned her head and buried her in Jiu Wang's arms, and said in fear: "Who are you?"  Remember the URL of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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