In the middle of the night, the first moon is like a bow.
The mourners in the clan mansion were drowsy, and the white curtains were fluttering in the wind.
The wick of the ever-light lamp in front of the coffin is very long, and the flame of the lamp dances slightly. The sound of chanting is accompanied by the sound of magical instruments, and the blessing is compassionate, as if it can really lead the souls of the dead to heaven.
Jiang Nuan sat up suddenly, covering his chest with both hands, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
The bell was alert, and he hurriedly came in from outside and lit the candle.
"Miss, are you dreaming?" Bell hung up the bed curtain and asked in a low voice.
Jiang Nuan turned to look at her, gasping for air. Her face was not pretty, and she was pale.
"Miss, don't be afraid," Lingdang wiped Jiang Nuan's sweat with a piece of silk, "Would you like a sip of warm water?"
Jiang Nuan grabbed her hand and said, "Help me get dressed, I want to go out."
Lingdang looked at the dark sky outside and comforted Jiang Nuan: "It's so late at night, where is the girl going? It's better to calm down and talk about anything at dawn."
"No," Jiang Nuan shook his head and said, "I just dreamed about Tianbao, and he asked me to hurry up and save him."
"The girl really had a dream. The young Marquis has gone, and everyone is sad. The girl has been taking care of him these days, and naturally she can't let go. It is reasonable to have such a dream." Ling Dang whispered softly, her calmness,
Even Xu Chunjun feels ashamed.
"No, that dream was too real." Jiang Nuan couldn't listen to what the bell said. Zong Tianbao in the dream was standing in front of her alive, holding Jiang Nuan's hand and repeatedly telling her to hurry up and save him.
"Girl, listen to me, the little Marquis has stopped working now and has asked a senior monk to perform rituals. How are you going to save him?" Now Jiang Nuan has only Ling Dang by her side. Of course she has to be extra careful to protect her young lady.
, "You have just woken up from a dream, so you are inevitably feeling uneasy. But think about it, the young Marquis has passed away after all. This is true."
Ling Ding said, turned around, poured a glass of warm water and brought it to Jiang Nuan.
Jiang Nuan held the cup with both hands, but couldn't take a sip. The dream lingered in her mind.
Jiang Nuan bit her lower lip, closed her eyes tightly, and felt nervous.
"No, I have to go and take a look, otherwise I won't feel at ease for the rest of my life." Jiang Nuan handed the cup back to Ling Ding, and the water in it spilled out, soaking their sleeves. "What do you want the girl to think? The coffin is now gone.
It's covered." The bell grabbed Jiang Nuan and prevented her from going out.
"Although it has been covered, it has not been nailed down after all! I will remove the coffin lid and take a look. If he does not wake up, then I have to forget it." Jiang Nuan said.
"Girl, girl! Don't do it! If you rush in like this, the clan family will definitely blame you. Who is willing to open the coffin when the funeral is over? Besides, the coffin lid is so heavy that even two grown men can't move it.
, not to mention you and me." Lingdang knew that the little marquis's coffin was made of thousand-year-old ironwood, eight inches thick and extremely heavy.
Ling Dang said so many words in one breath in his life, but Jiang Nuan was determined and had to go no matter what.
"Girl!" Ling Dang had no choice but to kneel at the door of the room, crying and admonishing, "I don't want you to go, so of course you have selfish motives. If the young marquis is gone, the clan will certainly have no one to carry on the family line.
, but the girl has no hope in this life. But no matter what, you are a meritorious official to the clan, and they will treat you well. But if such a trouble occurs, the clan will definitely be unhappy. The lady will lose the clan's favor.
The joy is really not worth the gain."
"Lingdang, I don't care at all whether you have merit or not, whether you are happy or not." Jiang Nuan twitched the corners of his lips, "If this dream I had is true, that would be the best. If it is just my wishful thinking and random thinking,
Then it’s fair to be blamed. Don’t stop me anymore, you can’t stop me either.”
Seeing her like this, Lingdang could only wipe away her tears and stood up, saying, "Since the young lady has made up her mind, I will be with you no matter whether it is through mountains of swords or seas of fire."
When the master and servant came to the mourning hall, the night watchman was very surprised. The steward walked up to Jiang Nuan and asked: "Miss Jiang, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"Manager Wang, can you please bring someone to remove the lid of Tianbao's coffin so that I can take a look?" Jiang Nuan said.
"Oh, God, this can't be done!" When the manager heard this, his legs were weak with fear, "Miss Jiang, I know how you feel, but people cannot be resurrected, and besides, they cannot disturb the peace of the dead. This is
It’s such a taboo!”
"I dreamed that Tianbao asked me to save him." Jiang Nuan said, "If you can't make up your mind, you can report it to the Marquis and his wife and say that I am determined to do this."
"Miss Jiang! Auntie! Please, please don't embarrass us servants. How can we disturb the Marquis and his wife in the middle of the night!" The steward almost knelt down before Jiang Nuan.
Although Jiang Nuan was not a member of the clan, he was indeed very kind to the clan. He knew this in his heart, so even though Jiang Nuan's request was excessive, he did not say anything disrespectful.
"If the coffin lid is not opened today, I will kill myself here." Jiang Nuan knew that it would be difficult for her to achieve her wish on her own, so she had no choice but to threaten death.
When she came out, she took a dagger with her. This dagger was passed down from her maternal grandfather. It was simple but extremely sharp.
When the manager saw her putting the dagger across her neck with a determined look on her face, and a bright red line of blood immediately snaked down, she knew that Jiang Nuan was not joking.
So he quickly reassured her: "Girl, please don't be rash. Just wait, I'll report it right away."
Even if Jiang Nuan threatens to die, he cannot open Zong Tianbao's coffin on his own initiative.
But if Jiang Nuan really commits suicide, not only will he not be able to explain it, but the Zong family will also not be able to explain it. So after weighing the two sides, they don’t care whether to disturb or not. They still have to report to the Marquis and his wife and let them make up their minds.
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In fact, how could Mr. Zong and his wife sleep well?
It's just that I was so sad that I even cried out my tears, so I could only suffer silently in the darkness.
After hearing what the steward said, the couple got up and rushed to the place where the spirit was laid.
The two sisters from the Zong family have also been living in the mansion these days, and they all hurried over when they heard about it.
"Ah Nuan, put down the knife quickly! If you have anything to say, please speak slowly." By the time Mrs. Zong and the others arrived, Jiang Nuan's plain clothes were stained red with blood.
"Uncle, aunt, I just dreamed that Tianbao asked me to rescue him. He must have woken up. Please open the coffin quickly and let him breathe." Jiang Nuan said and stabbed the dagger deeper.
If she didn't do this, the Zong family would still hesitate.
"Good boy, we listen to you, please don't be impulsive again." Lord Zong was afraid that something would happen to Jiang Nuan, so he immediately agreed to her.
