A century-old family that runs through the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 59: Enduring Death for a Moment of Dugen

In the middle of the spacious room, a coffin lay quietly, with an altar in front of it, and incense burning on it.

Seeing this scene, the commander of the Jin Yiwei couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

China has always respected the dead since ancient times. After doing such a thing, he felt a little scared, fearing some retribution.

He first bowed to the coffin a few times and muttered a few words silently in his heart, "Don't blame me, Your Majesty. Your Majesty asked me to do this, and I am also following orders. I will leave immediately after confirming it. I will never defile your body."

Then he waved his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Open the coffin!"

Several men immediately untied the packages from their backs. There were all kinds of tools inside. Taking advantage of the chaos and noise outside, they immediately started working.

The coffin board was nailed with long nails, and it took a lot of effort for several people to finally pry the long nails out.

Several people worked together to lift the coffin lid. One of them pulled out the dagger from his waist and approached the coffin.

Emperor Hongwu once said that if King Jingping is not dead... then help him.

However, he did not stab him.

As the coffin lid was pushed down, a pale face was revealed.

This was an old man with gray hair, wearing a luxurious shroud, and was buried with a jade pendant and bracelet. His skin was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, the wrinkles on his face were clearly visible, and there was even a faint smell of corpse around him.

Seeing this scene, the commander had actually made a decision - this was definitely a dead man, how could a living person be like this for nothing?
But still want to confirm.

He stretched out his trembling hand and put it under Yan Ling's nose.

There was no heat, and when I felt my pulse, I didn't feel the beating of the meridians, only the coldness of the skin.

He immediately withdrew his hand.

This commander-in-chief has naturally seen blood, but being tortured in prison and killing people on the battlefield are different from opening coffins at this time, and opposite him is the world-famous King Jingping.

He is actually a bit timid.

"Shut it, shut it!" He shouted in a low voice. Now it was certain that King Jingping had indeed passed away due to illness.

Several men immediately closed the lid of the coffin and then inserted the long nails while the commander quickly cleaned up the traces left behind.

Although it was masked by the noise outside, it was hammering nails after all, and the sound still attracted the attention of the guards outside.

The servant opened the door and walked in with a candle in his hand.

He first kowtowed several times to the coffin, and then walked around the coffin.

It has to be said that Jinyiwei is still very professional, and they really didn't move too many things, so although there was not much time, the clues had been swept away, and the servant did not find anything.

"Maybe I heard it wrong." He muttered. With the chaos outside, he might have heard something wrong. Besides, who would be bold enough to touch the prince's body?
Outside, under the cover of pro-soldiers, several men in black disappeared into the shadows.

The next day, when Feng Shuzhen asked about the riot last night, the commander pretending to be the commander just said lightly: "The assassin has been executed, but he is a remnant of Hu Weiyong, here to take revenge." Then he easily got through.

Although they had said they believed in Yan Ling before, Feng Shuzhen and her son were still somewhat panicked. They didn't know what the situation of their husband (father) was, but they couldn't expose it, so they had to pretend not to care and continue on their journey.
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The commander of the Jin Yiwei's judgment was correct. What was in the coffin was indeed a corpse. To be precise, it was for the time being.

That night, after Yan Ling finished his last words with his wife and children, he returned to the room and concentrated, when a figure faintly appeared.

He was a minister of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Du Gen. He once deceived the Empress Dowager Deng who wanted to kill him by pretending to die and was able to escape.

It is said that when faced with the inspection personnel sent by Queen Mother Deng, he remained motionless for three days, and finally his eyes were covered with maggots. This was how he deceived Queen Mother Deng.

The effect of this experience card is indeed the same:
[After use, it enters a state of suspended animation, no different from the deceased, and wakes up after the time specified by the user. 】

【Available times: 1】

Yan Ling lay on the bed and said silently in his heart: "Use."

[Please fill in the time limit. ] "Three months."

[Please choose a method of death. 】

"Old and dead."

【Are you sure to use it? 】

"confirm."

The next moment, Yan Ling's eyes lost focus, his whole body lost strength, and he completely lay down on the bed. His pulse and heart stopped beating, and his breathing suddenly disappeared.

The makeup that had been on his face fell off, revealing a face that was still young, but it was aging at an extremely fast rate, with real wrinkles and gray hair appearing.

At this time, Yan Ling was really no different from a corpse. No wonder the commander of the Jin Yiwei couldn't tell.

Everything that follows goes step by step, to Ningbo, to the grave, and the children observe filial piety for their father for three years.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Just like this, another two months passed. The commanders of the Jinyiwei had returned to the capital to resume their duties, and Zhu Yuanzhang sighed after receiving a definite answer.

He was both melancholy and relaxed.It was a bit uncomfortable and emotional for him to lose another old friend, but his descendants lost a potential threat, which made him feel relaxed and happy.

Soon after, he transferred back most of the Jinyi guards stationed in Ningbo and returned them to a normal level.

Yan Ling is already dead, there is no need.

But what he didn't expect was that everything was far from over.

Late one night, two figures came to the back of the hill where the Yue Duke Yan Ling was buried.

They used hoes to dig up the soil and uncovered the green bricks around the tomb.

After tapping the wall lightly, the blue bricks in that area turned out to be extremely thin and loose. It didn't take long to remove a large hole that could be entered by one person.

This was a retreat that had been left during the construction. The old builder had passed away the year before last. Apart from the two of them, only the people in the coffin knew about this.

Feng Shuzhen and Yan Ya walked into the tomb and came to the coffin.They struggled to pull out the spikes, and then used all their strength to push the coffin lid open.

He looked into the coffin with expectant eyes, but it was still the same body, unchanged at all.

"Mom!" Yan Ya couldn't help shouting. His heart had hit the bottom. He even saw maggots twisting in Yan Ling's ears. This didn't look like a living person!
Although Yan Ling had told them in advance, he actually still didn't believe it. After all, no matter how he checked it, Yan Ling was like a corpse, resurrected from the dead...

Feng Shuzhen had a smile on her face.

She knocked Yan Ya's head with her hand: "Silly boy, your father was put into the coffin directly. How can a corpse not rot for three months but just smell a little?"

After hearing this, Yan Ya quickly came to the coffin and looked down at Yan Ling.

But no, the body was intact, and although the skin was cold, there was no sign of decay.

Could it be that his father is really still alive?

Just when he looked at Yan Ling's face, his closed eyes suddenly opened.

Three months, here we go.

　Thanks to the book friend who pointed out that "you should be a literary giant even if you work hard in the early years". The previous king title is a bit unreasonable.

　　Let's change it to "King Jingping". Jing means respectful, and Ping means peace in the world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)