The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

Dayong Dynasty, the day of the Ghost Festival.

In the residence of the Minister of Household Affairs, red silks were hung high and bright red lanterns were hung, as if there was a wedding celebration in the residence.

The woman's shrill screams were incompatible with the joy inside and outside the house.

"Let me go! Let me go—"

The woman in a red wedding dress was pressed into the coffin, and a wooden awl as thick as two fingers penetrated her palm, nailing her to the coffin.

The screams made people's scalp numb, and the woman's whole body convulsed.

"Why... why..." The woman's eyes were scarlet, lying in the coffin, looking at the familiar yet extremely indifferent faces around her.

The woman wearing a crimson wedding dress walked to the coffin and looked down at her.

Since ancient times, when getting married, the first wife wears red and the concubine wears red.

Yun Yujiao looked down at the person in the coffin and raised her lips sarcastically: "Why? Your mother Hongxing cheated on you. If it weren't for the fact that your horoscope was Yin enough and useful to your father, do you think that your father would have raised a bastard like you until now and still let you take advantage of her? Taking the position of the eldest daughter of the prime minister's house?"

"Oh, now you are getting married, but your father asked me to be your dowry!" Yun Yujiao's face was full of resentment, "Why should I lose my reputation because of a bastard like you!"

Yun Qingwu struggled in pain, with a face full of disbelief: "No! My father would not whine at me like this... I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."

Yun Yujiao looked at her sad and beautiful face, sneered, and gloated:

"Idiot, these coffin nails were specially made by my father for the Taoist Priest. If they match your horoscope and crucify you, you will become a living evil spirit that can attract countless wandering ghosts. Send you to Prince Yan's Mansion, hahaha..."

"Father wants to get rid of King Yan for the prince, and raising a bastard like you for more than ten years is called making the best use of everything."

Yun Qingwu turned pale and screamed: "No! You can't do this to me! Even if I die, Yun Yujiao will not end well for you!"

"Sister, I won't bother you anymore." Yun Yujiao's voice was as poisonous as a snake's letter. She raised the wooden awl in her hand high and stabbed it into Yun Qingwu's chest. Her resentment turned into pride:

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has personally promised that as long as I help him get rid of King Yan's serious problem, he will grant me the position of concubine."

"After you die, my mother will be straightened up, and I will be the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister, hahahaha!"

Yun Yujiao pulled out the wooden awl, and a few drops of blood splashed on her face. She watched the woman in the coffin convulse, and a hole in her chest gurgled with blood. The blood wet the coffin until the woman stopped shaking and her eyes were no longer focused.

Yun Yujiao sneered and wiped the blood off her face, her eyes filled with excitement.

The female Taoist priest next to her dressed as a maid said: "Second Miss, keep this wooden cone stained with her heart's blood, and wait until the time comes to marry into the prince's palace. I will help you burn this wooden cone, and you will definitely be disgusted with the prince's palace and have no life." return!"

Yun Yujiao nodded repeatedly and signaled to the people around her:

"Lid the coffin!"

The coffin lid fell, and a big red word "Happy" was pasted on the coffin.

Outside, Xi Po sang loudly about the auspicious time, the suona sounded loudly, and an ebony coffin was carried out amidst the joyful sounds.

Behind the coffin was a wedding sedan, and Yun Yujiao was sitting in the sedan with a proud face.

Today, during the Zhongyuan Festival, there were few pedestrians on the street. When they saw the wedding party, they all avoided it, muttering "bad luck".

Whose family carries a coffin with the word "囍" on it when getting married? It's a taboo thing to mix up red matters with white matters and not be able to distinguish between happiness and mourning!

On the Hungry Ghost Festival, the gate of hell opens, and Yin and Yang meet. At this moment, the boundaries between life and death become blurred.

Inside the coffin, the woman died with her eyes open in anger, and the winding blood filled the coffin. The resentment of her wasted death turned into bait, attracting ghosts invisible to the naked eye.

No one noticed that dozens of shadows followed behind the wedding party.

Suddenly, a dark wind blew, and the sky suddenly turned gloomy. Everyone's backs felt chilly, and someone trembled:

"Why did it get cold all of a sudden?"

As soon as the voice came out, everyone looked at the wedding coffin, and felt even more chills rushing towards the Tianling Lid.

The leading butler hurriedly said: "Quick! Everyone, hurry up and send the bride over quickly!"

The people in the team didn't care about playing, playing and singing, and speeded up one after another. The people carrying the coffin felt that the coffin was getting heavier and heavier, and sweat was soaked on their foreheads.

A drop of blood dripped from the gap in the coffin, and the blood was about to drip to the ground.

suddenly.

Everyone in the procession was frozen, and some people had just lifted their feet.

A red shadow suddenly appeared in front.

Wearing a red dress, she seemed to have been burned by fire. She walked barefoot, carrying a lone lamp, and the wind blew behind her and picked up snow particles.

After just a few steps, she appeared nearby, but everyone in the wedding party seemed to ignore her.

"The magistrate has arrived, and the wandering ghosts have retreated."

The ghosts following the wedding procession started crying and howling the moment they saw the woman, and fled away in fright.

The woman's dark eyes looked into the hall, and she seemed to be able to see the poor woman in the coffin who was full of resentment and unwilling to die in vain.

"Extremely yin body, life is in vain, living person is evil."

She tapped her fingers on the coffin: "Unlucky man, are you calling me?"

A ray of ghost floated out from the coffin, riddled with holes, and described as terrifying, it was Yun Qingwu.

Her eyes were bleeding and she was extremely resentful.

"I hate it so much..."

"I want them to die, I want them all to die -"

The woman in red looked at her with a faint smile, "Okay, but what can you give me?"

Yun Qingwu roared sternly: "Even if their souls are gone and their bones are gone, I still want them to pay the price!"

The woman in red turned her head and thought for a moment: "Forget it if there are no bones left. It just so happens that I have to go back to the human world to do some things. Your body belongs to me, and I will pay your debt for you. What do you think?"

Yun Qingwu stared at the woman in red: "Seriously?"

The lone lamp turned into a vermilion pen in the hands of the woman in red, the tip of the pen was a little scarlet, as if it was dipped in human blood.

The moment Judge Zhubi appeared, Yun Qingwu didn't know what it was, but he instinctively felt fear.

"Using your grievances as ink, the judge's pen is full of lies, and the clouds are clear. This is my promise to you."

"I am willing to trade! I am willing!" With a ghostly cry, Yun Qingwu's soul crashed into the pen together with his resentment.

With a flick of the ink brush, the figure of the woman in red turned into mist and disappeared into the coffin.

Half an hour later, in front of Prince Yan's Mansion.

The man was sitting on an armchair with his fur in his arms. The black royal robe could not cover up the arrogance and reserve in his bones. His deep eyebrows and eyes were like a painting with thick ink and heavy colors, and he was as handsome as a sitter.

It's just that his complexion was too bad, and he coughed heavily from time to time, like a broken bellows pumping air.

The steward of the Shangshu Mansion who was seeing off the bride, under the gaze of a group of soldiers who hated the king, stepped forward with weak legs, and bowed with his hands:

"Your Majesty, I have been ordered to send my eldest and second young ladies here, and please ask Your Majesty to kick the door of the sedan chair."

Xiao Chenyan raised his eyes and coughed before saying anything.

The butler took a peek and breathed a sigh of relief.

A few months ago, when King Yan was recalled from the north, it was said that he was seriously injured on the battlefield and had been staying in seclusion.

Three days ago, the East Palace specially granted this marriage. The two ladies from the Shangshu family married King Yan together, which was considered a favor.

It's just that this favor is called a blessing, but today, a coffin and a sedan chair are a blessing, a reminder to die, or just right to plant a nail in Prince Yan's palace, anyone with a discerning eye will know clearly.

Who knows that King Yan Xiao Chenyan still has an orphan of the former crown prince, the former emperor's grandson? It would have been fine if he had just kept to himself, but he still made a name for himself on the battlefield and took control of the military power in the north.

Xiao Chenyan had a heavy cough that could not be stopped. The soldiers around him looked worried, and Baisui, the close servant, was even more angry:

"The East Palace has granted me a marriage, and your minister's office actually dares to bring a coffin! Do you want to curse my prince to death?"

The housekeeper quickly explained:

"The Shangshu Mansion would never dare. When I suddenly heard about the marriage, my eldest lady was overjoyed and died of joy."

"It is because my lords value the prince and think that even if the two young ladies have not entered the palace, they are still members of the prince's palace, and their life and death should be decided by the prince, that's why they sent this wedding coffin together."

"This is unreasonable!" Baisui said angrily: "I have never heard of anyone marrying their daughter to a dead man!"

Xiao Chenyan seemed to be irritated, and suddenly he coughed heavily. Even the handkerchief couldn't cover the mouthful of blood, and there seemed to be fragments of organs in the blood.

His face turned blue and his eyes were closed tightly. The guards next to him immediately stepped forward, exclaiming and carrying the man back to the house.

Who can care about the procession of sending off the bride in Shangshu Mansion?

In a panic, he still looked at the man in green shirt who had a high status next to Xiao Chenyan and said anxiously: "Bring the bride in first, after all, it is the East Palace that has granted the marriage." After saying that, he also hurried into the house.

The sedan chair and wedding coffin were immediately carried into the palace.

The man in green shirt entered the palace through the corridor, turned through the Moon Gate, and all the way down, the atmosphere in the palace was tense until he entered the study and was hit by a wave of heat.

On July day, a brazier was burning in the study.

But he saw the man who had coughed up blood and fainted just now, gargling his mouth. The sick look on his face was true, but his eyes were sharp and deep.

The appearance of a dragon and a phoenix has not diminished in the slightest.

"Your Majesty's acting skills are such that famous actors in Beijing would call him Grandmaster." The man in green shirt gave a thumbs up.

Xiao Chenyan pressed his lips with the brocade handkerchief and looked at the other party: "Stop talking nonsense."

Situ Jing, a staff member, doctor and friend, smiled, but his eyes turned cold:

"The news is true. Even if the coffin is not opened, I can feel the fierceness."

"Yun Houxing, this old dog, is so willing to risk his daughter's life just to curry favor with the prince!"

"Two brides, one dead and one alive, I guess the living one will take action tonight. After all, the living evil has to be done by a blood relative. The other party dies with resentment, and then the blood of the person who did it will ignite the resentment. Invite hundreds of ghosts.”

Baisui came in with the medicine and choked him:

"Doctor Situ Qiong, can you do it? Can you get rid of those dirty things? Don't be like your medical skills and jingle with half a pot of water!"

"Who are you looking down on!" Situ Jing stood up, snapping the case, "If it weren't for the mysterious doctor like me, how could your prince, who has been suffering from cold syndrome for so many years, go on horseback to kill the enemy?"

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

The man tapped his knuckles on the table, and the two of them immediately became incompetent like a cockfight.

Xiao Chenyan's eyes were gloomy: "Don't make any noise, everything will go according to plan."

"Yes."

Situ Jing smiled: "The Tingxue Courtyard where Yun Yujiao is located has been surrounded by people, and there are people watching over the coffin. When the time comes, let's catch it!"

In the backyard of the palace, the coffin stood alone.

No one knew that in the dark coffin, the wooden cones that nailed the woman's limbs turned into black ash and disappeared as if they were burned by fire.

The blood hole on the woman's body gradually healed, and her eyes suddenly opened, dark and eerie, her red lips curled slightly, and she laughed happily:

"Human world, I'm back."