"If the fourth brother is really alive, let him crawl out on his own." Yan Xitong said while suppressing his grief.
Suddenly I understood what he meant.
Yan Xitong was not afraid of Yan Xiaoqing pretending to be resurrected, but he was afraid that once the yellow satin was uncovered, Yan Xiaoqing would still lie motionless in the coffin.
This feeling of gain and loss... is very torturous.
"Yan Xiaoqing, is it you? Is it you?" I patted the coffin passionately across the yellow satin.
There was no sound at all inside, as if what I just heard was an illusion.
The hope we had been holding in our hearts was instantly wiped away, and Yan Xitong and I couldn't muster any energy.
Just when we were about to go back and continue burning paper money, there was a knocking sound inside the coffin.
Ta da...ta da da...
It was dull at first, then became clearer and clearer.
Yan Xitong opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
I took a few steps back. Did he really fake the corpse?
Now Yan Xitong did not hesitate anymore, stepped forward in three steps and opened the yellow satin covering the coffin.
"Fourth brother——" Yan Xitong shouted excitedly.
As if in a dream, I rushed to the crystal coffin and stared at Yan Xiaoqing.
He is also looking at me.
Yan Xitong was so excited that he forgot to open the crystal coffin. He lay outside and kept shouting: "Fourth brother...Fourth brother, are you really alive?"
I looked at Yan Xiaoqing infatuatedly, his blue eyes were as deep as ever, but when he looked at me, he seemed a little strange.
"Open it quickly." I reacted quickly and pushed Yan Xitong.
Yan Xitong quickly opened the coffin lid and pulled Yan Xiaoqing out from inside.
No one spoke during this period. As soon as Yan Xiaoqing's feet touched the ground, she fainted from weakness.
I took a breath, couldn't you? He just died after pretending to be a corpse?
Yan Xitong quickly returned to his normal IQ and took Yan Xiaoqing's wrist to feel the pulse. I stood there nervously and didn't dare to breathe, for fear that Yan Xitong would announce that Yan Xiaoqing was dead again.
"How is it?" I asked quietly.
Yan Xitong quickly turned his head and laughed at me: "There is a pulse, there is a pulse."
"Really? Then he...he..."
"If you haven't eaten for several months, you will naturally become weak. Who's here?" Yan Xitong flicked his sleeves and yelled outside.
A row of guards immediately rushed in. When they saw Yan Xiaoqing lying on the ground instead of in the coffin, they all knelt down: "Prince Xi...what...what is going on?"
"Go and inform all the ministers, go quickly! Say that the king has woken up."
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After receiving the news, Batuzi and Shakshe led the civil and military ministers of the DPRK and China to arrive. Everyone stood solemnly outside the palace waiting for orders.
Xia Yan also got the news. This time he came to Yan country without any fanfare. Apart from me, he didn't even bring anyone with him.
On the contrary, I brought Hei Po and the others.
Hei Po and Pei Si didn't seem to believe it when they heard that Yan Xiaoqing was awake. To be on the safe side, Yan Xitong agreed to let them in for a look.
The imperial doctor had already boiled the ginseng soup and fed it to Yan Xiaoqing, who was in a coma. After drinking it, they all withdrew.
Hei Po and Pei Si took turns observing Yan Xiaoqing. Hei Po said to himself: "How is this possible? It's obviously impossible."
Pei Si was equally suspicious, and repeatedly used the turtle shell to calculate, but couldn't get any results. Finally, Huo Qilin threw Pei Si's turtle shell out in anger: "It's useless."
Pei Si hurriedly picked it up and said unconvinced, "What does this have to do with me?"