Reborn from the bottom of the coffin, the miracle doctor and the ugly concubine fight against the wo

The total number of Taoist priests and knights in Sanqing Temple is only a few hundred. Faced with the sudden arrival of thousands of elite soldiers and generals, there is almost no chance of winning. Moreover, there are many unarmed patients in the temple, and the only way to resist is to die.

Therefore, Taoist Priest Yuqing weighed the situation again and again and had no choice but to compromise with him and send a few Taoist priests to carry the princess over.

He Yunjie got off his horse, stood outside the door with his hands behind his hands and looked in.

The Sanqing Temple has been built for hundreds of years. The ancient roads in the temple are secluded, with towering pines and cypresses. Taoist priests hold lanterns, but the weak light cannot shine very far. The end is pitch black, like the entrance to hell.

He obviously hoped that the woman would die, but for some unknown reason, just now, when he heard them talking about dying, dying, and decaying, he felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

He still didn't believe that the woman would really die like this.

Yesterday, his father went to see him in prison and said that King Jingnan had left the capital. Death or immortality of Princess Jingnan was not something to be afraid of. As long as they set a fire, break into the palace and control the emperor, he would write a criminal edict. The same goes for taking the initiative to give up the throne and then dealing with Princess Jingnan after the overall situation has been decided.

But he was still worried, feeling that the matter was not that simple. If he didn't see Princess Jingnan's body with his own eyes, he wouldn't be able to feel at ease even sitting in that seat.

So, he asked his father to lead troops to force the palace, while he led troops to the Taoist temple.

In any case, he only believed his own eyes.

After a while, Taoist priests came over carrying a simple coffin.

He Yunjie retracted his thoughts, held his breath, and watched intently as they placed the coffin within the threshold.

"My lord, the princess is infected with the epidemic and left. Just take a look across the threshold and don't get too close." Xie Chengfeng said.

He Yunjie said nothing, stared at the coffin, took a deep breath, raised his hand and gave the order: "Open the lid."

Several Taoist priests worked together to lift the coffin lid, revealing the female corpse lying quietly inside.

He Yunjie's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he moved his hand back to signal his entourage to give him the torch.

The torch was blown by the cold wind, and the wildly swaying firelight illuminated that familiar face.

That legendary and beautiful face, that face that smiles as brightly as the sun, that face that is always calm and calm, as if everything is under control, at this moment, is gray, stiff, and without a trace. Vitality is like a dry flower. Although you can still vaguely see its beauty when it blooms, it is still dry after all.

He Yunjie still didn't believe it. He took a step forward, bent down, reached into the coffin with his free hand, and touched Chu Zhao's face.

"Noble sir, no, it's too dangerous, you may be infected." Xie Chengfeng reminded.

He Yunjie turned a deaf ear and covered it with trembling fingers.

I don't know if it was his hands that were cold, or Chu Zhao's face that was cold. The coldness seeped down his skin and penetrated into his bones, making him shiver.

The surroundings were frighteningly quiet, like a cemetery. Everyone's eyes were looking straight at him, and the cold air ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

"Mr. Xiao Ge, let's leave it like this, he is obviously dead." The attendant behind him said timidly.

He Yunjie ignored it and groped the edge of Chu Zhao's cheek with his fingers, trying to see if someone else was wearing a human skin mask to pretend to be her.

But no, this face is a real face, without a human skin mask.

Unwilling to give up, he rubbed her face hard with his fingertips, trying to see if she had used a disguise technique.

But no, he rubbed it several times, but no color came off at all.

"My lord, the deceased is the most important. The princess died to save the people. You cannot humiliate her like this." Xie Chengfeng said.

He Yunjie stopped his hand, but still kept his bent posture, looking at Chu Zhao steadily.

"Are you really dead?" He murmured, "I don't believe it. How could you die like this?"

"Aren't you very powerful? You strategized and planned everything. Why didn't you expect that I would deal with you like this?"

"Aren't you the reincarnation of Emperor Gaozu? It would be boring if you really died like this."

"Don't you still want to purge the court, punish traitors and eradicate evil, and bring peace to the world? Don't you want to save your people from danger?"

"You didn't accomplish anything you wanted to do, and you died like this. Are you willing?"

"And King Jingnan, aren't you afraid that he will die on the battlefield?"

"Chu Zhao." He murmured her name, which felt strange.

Because he rarely calls her like this, whether in front of her or behind her back, he habitually calls her princess.

"Chu Zhao, if this is the final result between us, let alone you, even I will not be willing to accept it."

"Chu Zhao, since you insist on leaving, then go ahead and I will give you another ride. If there is an afterlife, I hope we can meet in another identity..."

As he spoke, he slowly stood up and put the torch in his hand into the coffin.

"What do you want to do?" Xie Chengfeng was shocked and stretched out his hand to stop him.

He Yunjie's lips curved into a faint smile: "The only way to prevent the corpses infected by the plague from being passed on to others is to burn them, and the princess is no exception."

"No." Xie Chengfeng said, "Princess Jingnan died in our Taoist temple. No one from the court has come to confirm it. The nobleman burned it. What if the court doesn't believe it in the future and asks us for help again?"

"No." He Yunjie said, "I burned the person, and I will not ask you for the person again."

"Pindao means the imperial court."

"Yes, I am the imperial court." He Yunjie said lightly, "From now on, I am the imperial court."

"..." Xie Chengfeng choked and turned around to look at Taoist Priest Yuqing.

Taoist Priest Yuqing was also helpless and sighed: "Forget it, Chengfeng, they are outnumbered. Not to mention burning one person, they will burn down our entire Taoist temple. What can we do?"

"Can……"

"Okay, stop talking." Taoist Priest Yuqing raised his hand to interrupt him and said to He Yunjie, "If you insist on doing this, can you cover the coffin before burning it? We are grateful for the princess's great kindness and righteousness, and we really can't bear to see her. She was burned by fire like this, please give her some dignity!"

He Yunjie's cold jade-like face reflected the firelight, like a compassionate Bodhisattva or a ruthless Shura.

After a while, he nodded slowly and motioned for the Taoist priests to close the coffin.

The coffin is closed, just like the gate of hell slowly closing. From then on, humans and ghosts are on different paths, and yin and yang are separated.

He remained silent for a moment and lit the coffin with a torch.

The coffin was made by hastily cutting down the pine trees in the temple. The pine oil quickly burned when exposed to fire, making a peeling sound. The fire illuminated the night sky and dimmed the stars.

All were silent.

He Yunjie stood like that, quietly watching the flames burn more and more intensely, and then watched them gradually extinguish, eventually turning into a pile of ashes.

A gust of wind blew, and the ashes swirled and danced, blinding him.

He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

"Chu Zhao, goodbye!" He turned around, mounted his horse, and left without looking back.

Sometimes, goodbye means never seeing you again.