The originally sleepy night watchman was no longer sleepy at this time.
Even the blowing night wind stopped, and the flame of the ever-burning lantern burned straight upward. The shadow of the moon was obscured by the clouds, but the stars in the sky became brighter.
Eight servants lined up on both sides, lifting the heavy coffin lid together.
Someone held up a candle and shone it into the coffin. Mr. Zong, his wife, Jiang Nuan and the two young ladies all looked in.
Zong Tianbao lay on his back with his eyes closed.
"Hands!" Zong Yuxiang was the first to shout, "Tianbao's hands have been touched!"
She was right in front of him during the burial. Zong Tianbao's hands should have been folded on his chest, but now they were stretched flat on both sides of his body.
However, Lord Zong was not excited because he knew that after death, the body becomes stiff and the joints may open.
This does not mean that my son has woken up.
At this time, Jiang Nuan had already reached in and held Zong Tianbao's hand.
"Am I dazzled? Why did I see Tianbao's hand move just now?" Mrs. Zong felt that she was almost out of breath. She hoped that Jiang Nuan's dream was true, but her reason told her that in the end,
It's best not to take it seriously, otherwise it will be more painful.
Zong Yuxiang on the side supported her mother, but she herself was shaky.
Zong Yuwei bit her lip so hard that it drew blood. When her brother's accident first happened, she was not so nervous.
"Tianbao, I'm here to save you. Wake up!" Jiang Nuan shook Zong Tianbao's hand hard. Just now she felt Zong Tianbao's hand moved, but she was afraid that it was just an illusion.
Zong Tianbao's hands were so cold that he didn't move at all.
Jiang Nuan then called him softly again, over and over again.
Everyone held their breath, and time seemed to have stopped.
The thin and pale young man inside the coffin opened his eyes slightly, as if a ray of light had ripped through the dark night.
He looked at Jiang Nuan and moved his lips slightly. Although he couldn't make any sound, everyone knew that he was talking about "A Nuan".
"God's eyes are open! Bodhisattvas bless! Ancestors and ancestors bless! God bless...my God bless, I'm alive!" Mrs. Zong fell to her knees on the ground with a plop, kowtowing desperately to Nan Tian.
When the servants present saw Madam like this, they all knelt down and kowtowed.
The Zong sisters hugged each other tightly and cried with joy. They never dreamed that their brother would come back to life! He really came back to life!
"Hurry! Go to the palace and ask for the imperial doctor!" Although Lord Zong was also excited and ecstatic, he was the head of the family after all, so he knew that at this time, he had to be more calm.
The housekeeper, along with the most cautious servants in the house, carefully lifted Zong Tianbao out of the coffin and walked slowly back to the room.
From the beginning to the end, Zong Tianbao never let go of Jiang Nuan's hand. His eyes were always looking at Jiang Nuan's face.
Like looking at the most precious treasure.
The Zong family members protected Zong Tianbao as if they were their lives, and several of the female family members even laughed and shed tears, not caring about their manners at all.
When the two imperial doctors arrived and saw the situation of the Zong family, they could not find any suitable words to describe it.
But it’s understandable, after all, not everyone can come back from the dead.
After carefully diagnosing the pulse, the two imperial doctors congratulated the clan members: "Although Xiaohou Ye's pulse is weak now, it is safe. As long as he takes good care of himself, he will recover in a short time. As for the injury on his head, it can't be cured yet.
I can’t make a conclusion, but it’s probably not serious.”
When the Zong family heard this, their hearts dropped to the ground.
Mrs. Zong said: "A Nuan is also injured. Please ask the two imperial doctors to see if it's okay."
The bleeding from Jiang Nuan's wound had stopped, and Lingdang had cleaned and bandaged her. But Mrs. Zong was still a little worried and insisted on having the imperial doctor take a look.
The imperial doctor then prescribed a pair of external medicines that can stop bleeding and promote muscle growth. You only need to apply it to the injured area.
After sending the imperial doctor away, Lord Zong straightened his clothes, walked to Jiang Nuan, bowed deeply to her, and said: "Good boy, you not only saved Tianbao, but also saved the entire Zong family. You belong to our family."
Great hero."
Jiang Nuan was so frightened that he hid aside and said hurriedly: "Uncle, please don't do this. How can you salute me? Isn't this a loss of my life? God guarantees that everything is fine. It's the greatest joy. He gave me this gift."
You don’t need to thank me for this dream.”
Mrs. Zong cried and hugged Jiang Nuan in her arms and said, "I have to thank you. How can I not thank you? From now on, I will treat you as my own daughter. I can't thank you enough!"
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The Zong family is sincerely grateful to Jiang Nuan. If she had not insisted on opening the coffin today, Zong Tianbao would have died as well.
As for Zong Tianbao, although he regained consciousness, he was still very weak.
I could barely open my eyes and couldn't even speak.
After he fell off his horse, he was in a coma for a full half month. During this half month, he only drank some soup every day. The flesh on his body was so thin that he still had the strength to speak.
The imperial doctor has advised that you can only drink soup for the first three days, and then you can eat gruel. After half a month, you can eat a little cake. As for meat, you must not touch it.
And it is not recommended to take medicine because his body is too weak and cannot bear it.
Mrs. Zong had already asked the kitchen to boil rice soup and filtered out all the rice grains for fear of choking him.
"Ah Nuan, you should feed him!" Zong Yuxiang pursed his lips and smiled, "Don't leave his eyes, otherwise he will be anxious."
Zong Yuxiang was not joking, Zong Tianbao could only move his two eyes now, but he was staring closely at Jiang Nuan. Wherever Jiang Nuan went, his eyes would definitely follow.
This is of course not etiquette, but he has already died once, so how can he care about this anymore?
Jiang Nuan carefully fed Zong Tianbao half a bowl of rice soup. Seeing that the sky had turned pale, he said to the Zong family and his wife: "Uncle and aunt, you go and have a rest. When daybreak comes, the relatives will know the good news and they will definitely go there."
Come here to congratulate me, you still have to entertain guests."
"What An Nuan said makes sense. For such a big happy event, there must be many people coming to visit." Mrs. Zong really liked Jiang Nuan more and more, "Good boy, you are very tired too. Ask them to bring a soft couch in soon."
, just lean on it and have a rest!”
If Jiang Nuan is allowed to go back to rest, I'm afraid her son won't be able to bear it. His precious son can't make any more mistakes.
Back in her room, Mrs. Zong asked the Marquis: "Master, am I not dreaming? Tianbao is really alive, right?"
"It's not a dream, it's true." Mr. Hou helped his wife sit down and said, "What a false alarm!"
"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later. Once Tianbao's injury is healed, let's arrange the marriage for our two children in a lively manner!" Mrs. Zong said, "I don't care about anything else. An Nuan alone is willing to do it."
Tianbao was overjoyed and insisted on opening the coffin. This is a huge kindness. We must not forget our roots."
"What Madam said is true," the Marquis nodded, "this child is sincere and kind, and has the legacy of her maternal ancestors."
