With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

Ye Xu directly issued an imperial decree, ordering the coffin-making shop to use gold to make a coffin for Ye Xiumo.

When it was carried into the Grand Palace, Feng Qingjiu's eyes were almost blinded by the light.

The emperor is the emperor, this is so fucking generous!

No wonder there were so many people in ancient times who wanted to rob the royal tombs. Even Feng Qingjiu wanted to rob the tombs.

After the mourning hall was set up, the palace sent clothes specially made for Prince Rong. Feng Qingjiu and General Ye Xiumo dressed them neatly, and the Royal Guards carefully placed him into the golden coffin.

Wow! So handsome! This outfit.

Nanny Jiang cried so hard that she was out of breath.

System: [Host, don't cry! ]

Feng Qingjiu: [I've been acting out crying scenes for a whole day. Can't you see that my eyes are swollen? The cow also needs a rest, okay? ]

That night, as planned, Feng Qingjiu wore a white flower on her head and white clothes and stood in front of the coffin.

Looking at the white scene and the paper money burning in the brazier, one feels inexplicably eerie and horrified.

However, looking at the pure gold coffin in front of him, Feng Qingjiu was no longer afraid.

"Princess, it's late, you should go and have some rest. I'll be on guard here." Nanny Jiang said to Feng Qingjiu who was kneeling on the ground without saying a word.

hey~

The princess is so pitiful!

The prince has just recovered to normal a few days ago, and now he has become a widow again. How is he going to live in the future?

Now let’s just hope that the princess is pregnant with a little prince or princess!

That way the princess would have something to look forward to.

Feng Qingjiu showed a sad smile: "Mammy, I'm not sleepy. Let me take care of you on this first night! You are old, go and have a rest!"

"Yes, Mom, I'm still here. You should go and have a rest." Seventeen echoed from the side.

"........."

Around the second half of the night, Feng Qingjiu's eyes could no longer bear it!

I’m so fucking sleepy!

System: [Host, someone is coming. ]

Feng Qingjiu looked at Seventeen who was kneeling beside him: "Seventeen, I'm going to the toilet, you stay here and watch over me."

Seventeen nodded: "Yes, Princess."

Then Feng Qingjiu left!

Seventeen felt dizzy not long after leaving.

With a bang, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

About a minute later, several people in black clothes sneaked into the mourning hall.

"This prince is really something. He has to ask us to come in the middle of the night to see if the prince is dead or not."

"That's right, this place looks too scary!"

"But this coffin is really eye-catching."

At this moment, a gust of wind blew by with a whoosh!

The white tissue paper in the mourning hall fluttered in the wind.

“Who…!” Several people swallowed in fear.

"Look at what makes you so timid. It's the wind."

"Stop talking so much! Open the coffin lid and check if he is dead or not! When the princess comes back later, I am afraid we will have to be buried with the prince."

Several people worked together to open the lid of the pure gold coffin.

Stick your head in!

"Wow...!" One of them was so scared that he immediately turned his head away.

"The death of this great prince is too scary!"

"The prince's blood coagulation palm is too powerful."

Another person stretched out his hand and probed Ye Xiumo's nose.

"He's dead! He's absolutely dead!"

"Hurry, hurry, cover it, it's so scary."

Several people worked together to close the coffin lid again.

Looking at the backs of the few people leaving me, Feng Qingjiu in the dark curled the corners of his mouth.

"Seventeen...!" Feng Qingjiu pinched Seventeen's jawbone with both hands and fed him a pill.

After a moment, Seventeen turned over and stood up: "Princess...!"

The two looked at each other and nodded.

They worked together to open the coffin lid.

Seventeen, help Ye Xiumo up!

Fengqing wine is used as medicine.

After about a cup of tea, Ye Xiumo still showed no signs of waking up.

Seventeen: "Princess, why hasn't the prince woken up yet?"

Feng Qingjiu was also confused.

[Tongtong, didn't you say that you would wake up immediately after taking the antidote? What's going on? ]

The system tapped its head: [Oh my god, host, could it be that this pure gold coffin suffocated the prince to death? ]

Hearing this, Feng Qingjiu hurriedly ordered Seventeen: "Seventeen, hurry up, carry your prince out and lay him flat."

Seeing Feng Qingjiu's somewhat flustered expression, Seventeen did not dare to delay for a moment: "Yes, Princess."

Wait until Ye Xiumo is laid down!

Feng Qingjiu immediately performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Seventeen was very confused about this operation, which she had never seen before: "Princess, what are you doing?"

Feng Qingjiu did not reply to Seventeen, but just kept doing CPR.

After a cycle, he pinched Ye Xiumo's nose and leaned down.

Seventeen saw this scene, his eyes widened instantly! Then he turned around.

"See no evil! See no evil!"

What did I just see!

The princess actually kissed the prince in front of him. How fierce! The princess is too fierce!

After doing CPR for a long time, Ye Xiumo still didn't respond at all.

The system was also in a state of panic.

[Host, the great prince is not really dead! ]

Feng Qingjiu: [Shut up! ]

"Amo...! Amo...!"

Feng Qingjiu patted the shoulder of the silent man, with a hint of tears in her voice.

"Amo...! Wake up."

"No, you'll be fine."

Hearing Feng Qingjiu's nervous voice, Seventeen also turned around.

"Princess, the prince...!"

Seventeen was surprised: "Princess, didn't you say that the medicine only made the prince temporarily dead?"

“Prince...! Prince...!” Seventeen shouted loudly.

"Ye Xiumo, wake up!" Feng Qingjiu couldn't help crying out loud.

"Ye Xiumo...! I won't allow you to die."

"Get up!"

“Prince...! Prince...!” Seventeen continued shouting with red eyes.

"You guys are so noisy!" the person on the ground suddenly spoke up.

Feng Qingjiu and Shiqi's crying stopped abruptly.

Ye Xiumo slowly opened his eyes, looked at the two of them, and gave a slightly weak smile.

"Do you know that you scared me to death just now?" Feng Qingjiu fell on Ye Xiumo's body.

Seventeen stood aside and wiped the corners of his eyes, then tactfully retreated.

Ye Xiumo gently stroked the back of the person lying on his chest, and said in a very gentle tone: "It's okay, Jiu, don't cry."

Feng Qingjiu slammed his fist and punched Ye Xiumo: "You just tried to scare me on purpose, didn't you?"

Ye Xiumo held the hand of the person in front of him and said, "No, I really just woke up."

Feng Qingjiu looked at the pure gold coffin and said with lingering fear: "It seems that this coffin is really too well sealed. Your fake death almost became a real death."

"Amo, I thought you were really dead just now. I was scared to death. Wuwuwu...!"

Ye Xiumo reached out his hand to wipe the tears of the person in front of him: "Okay, okay, stop crying. Look, you've made my clothes full of snot because of your crying."