Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 1 She Wakes Up from the Coffin

Daye Dynasty.

The eighteenth year of Qianyuan, the golden autumn season.

In Xiangzhou City, Hebei Province, a funeral was being held inside the imperial palace.

From midnight onwards, lights in the west courtyard were lit one after another, and white flags were hung sporadically in the early morning.

The second mother of the Chao family unfortunately died young.

Because it was an old man sending off a young man, Chao's parents were not present in the mourning hall.

Only the chief steward Chaofu, along with a few trusted stewards and eight maids and children, came to mourn.

Accompanied by the sparse sound of suona at the side of the mourning hall, it was so deserted.

Xiao Wang stood in front of the incense table, holding three incense sticks, lowering his eyes, and chanting the Sutra of Rebirth in a low voice.

Yesterday he arrived in Xiangzhou City for the first time after traveling from the Eastern Capital. Today he came to visit, but he didn't expect to encounter a funeral in the Chao family.

He sighed inwardly, feeling deeply sorry for his fiancée who died at a young age.

Soon after he was born, he was diagnosed with a terminal illness and looked like he would die young. He was afraid that he would not live past the age of twenty.

Therefore, the family invited a senior monk from the Fahua Temple to tell his fortune. The fortune of Chao Jia Er Niang indicated that she would marry a prosperous woman and have a long life, which was a perfect match for him and might be able to change his fate of dying young.

Moreover, Chao Erniang's father and Xiao's father were classmates and friends, so the two were engaged since they were young.

But in the ten years since the engagement, there has been no news that the second wife of the Chao family has suffered from any chronic illness. The two families are going to get married next spring, but no one knows why she suddenly passed away last night?

At this moment, a slight strange noise interrupted Xiao Wang's thoughts.

He raised his eyes, looked in the direction of the sound, and looked towards the dark coffin.

——The voice actually came from the coffin!
Yan Ciwan opened his eyes and found that it was pitch black all around him. He was surrounded by a space of only a few inches, and the air was thin, making him feel oppressive and uncomfortable.

This made her have bad guesses.

Then she heard the sound of suona outside and the low and cold voice of chanting.

She immediately realized that she was in a coffin!

Could it be that the concubine's sister had failed to kill her herself, so she had someone jump into the river to capture her and even hired suona players to prepare for her funeral? Could the concubine's sister be so kind?
The sharp pain in her left chest left her no time to think further.

She is now seriously injured and the wound is still bleeding. She must receive treatment as soon as possible, otherwise she will die from excessive blood loss sooner or later.

She couldn't die here, she had to seek revenge on Yan Tingyu.

She has to save herself!

Enduring the severe pain of the torn wound, Yan Ciwan concentrated his energy on his dantian and exerted his strength.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, and the coffin finally moved.

"Help..." She heard a bang outside, as if a chair was knocked to the ground, followed by many people screaming.

"There's a ghost! A corpse is resurrecting!"

After a period of chaos, footsteps were heard approaching Yan Ciwan.

The next moment, the coffin lid was opened from the outside.

When Yan Ciwan raised his eyes, he saw a young man wearing a dark Taoist robe.

The other party was looking at her in surprise.

Yan Ciwan breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the other person was not Yan Tingyu.

The man in front of me had long eyebrows, bright eyes, a handsome face, and a head of black hair that was only held back by a simple and antique ebony hairpin.

Yan Ci Wan guessed that he must have noticed the noise she made, so he pushed open the coffin lid and wanted to see what was inside.

At this moment, his hand was still on the edge of the coffin lid, which was not completely opened. He was looking down at her, as if to confirm whether she was a human or a ghost?

Yan Ciwan wanted to crawl out, but her injuries were too severe, and she had just used too much strength, so she had no strength and could only reach out and grab the other person's hand.

Because she used too much force, her nails scratched the back of the young Taoist's hand.

The other person frowned slightly, but did not shake her off. Instead, he held her hand and pulled her out with force.

Yan Ciwan used his strength to climb out of the coffin with difficulty.

But now she had no strength at all, and could not even stand steadily. Her body was shaking and she was about to fall down. The young Taoist priest supported her in time.

Yan Ci Wan had no choice but to lean on him. At this moment, they were very close to each other. She could clearly smell the faint bitter smell on him, which was the smell that only people who took medicine all year round would be infected with.

The young Taoist priest silently helped her sit down on the chair. She and the strange man were the only two people left in the entire mourning hall. The others were probably scared away.

Yan Ciwan remained calm and confirmed once again that this was indeed a mourning hall.

In the middle of the mourning hall was an incense table filled with offerings and incense sticks. The most conspicuous one was a tablet with the words "the spirit tablet of my beloved daughter Chaolu" written on it.

Behind the incense table, there was a pitch-black coffin.

And she had just crawled out of that coffin.

Is this the spirit tablet of the one named Chaolu?
Could it be that she has returned to life through a dead body?
Yan Ciwan was terribly frightened. He felt a suffocating pain in his heart, his vision went dark, and a fishy and sweet taste rose to his throat.

She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell headfirst.

At the critical moment, a large hand with distinct joints appeared in time and supported her body steadily.

　Finally a new book is published, and this time it is still written in ancient Chinese. The heroine is a princess in distress who looks weak but is actually extremely powerful. The hero is a boy from a noble family who seems to be bright and healthy but is actually dying.

　　The two of them solve the case while taking risks. The background setting is based on the Tang Dynasty. The specific details will be adjusted according to the plot, and there will definitely be some differences from the real history, so please don't take it too seriously when reading the text.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)