Lin Zaozao turned her head around early and looked at the stunned Little Xibei. She then turned around and walked towards the coffin.
She leaned over the golden coffin and looked at Han Ye who was still motionless. She could only sit with legs crossed on the coffin cover on the ground and wait.
"Uncle Zhang, Little Xibei, why did you make a golden coffin for Han Ye? This huge golden coffin, aren't you afraid that others will rob the tomb because of the golden coffin?"
"Zaozao, this is a water cave. Once we bury the golden coffin in it, in less than half a day, the golden coffin will drift around with the quicksand inside. If someone doesn't have some skills, how can they possibly find this golden coffin?
Besides, even if the tomb raiders find the coffin, there are a lot of mechanisms we set on the coffin.
Once the mechanisms are triggered, even I can't escape, let alone some tomb raiders."
Little Xibei said with a chuckle.
"Little Xibei, why didn't I see any mechanisms when I fell in just now?"
Lin Zaozao touched the bare coffin lid under her butt. It was so smooth that she couldn't see any mechanisms at all.
"Zaozao, if you saw the mechanisms, could you still sit here safely now?"
After listening to Little Xibei's explanation, Lin Zaozao felt it made sense.
The mechanisms must be set in hidden places. If someone like her, a mechanism novice could discover them, then they definitely wouldn't count as mechanisms.
"Little Xibei, should we take Han Ye out of the coffin? When Han Ye wakes up later, seeing himself lying in the coffin, he will feel unlucky."
"Sure, I'll take him out now."
Little Xibei walked to Han Ye's coffin, leaned over and carried him to the coffin lid next to Lin Zaozao.
Lin Zaozao leaned sideways to look at Han Ye's current outfit, which was exactly the same as what he wore yesterday.
Forget about others. When someone dies, shouldn't they be dressed in good clothes? Little Xibei could afford a golden coffin, so he wasn't poor.
Why couldn't he dress Han Ye in better clothes? How stingy.
"Zaozao, what are you thinking with that strange look at me?"
"Little Xibei, you can afford a golden coffin. I see you are not poor. Han Ye is revived by me now. If he really died, couldn't you dress him in better clothes?
Look, he is still wearing the same clothes as yesterday! Pitch black, without any embroidery on it. You can tell with one look that it is cheap casual clothes.
People die, and you still can't bear to dress him in slightly better clothes. You are so stingy!"
Little Xibei looked at the rare and precious black robe Han Ye was wearing. What was not good about it?
If possible, he even wanted to take off the black robe from Han Ye and wear it himself.
Now it has become a worthless cheap product in Zaozao's eyes.
But thinking that Zaozao regarded his own snow silkworm robe as rags, he couldn't blame Lin Zaozao for not recognizing the value now.
So Little Xibei immediately put on a pitiful face and looked at Lin Zaozao and said,
"Zaozao, I don't have any money! I'm so poor that I can't even afford gruel.
Zaozao, you know now. Although I am the National Teacher of Canglan and Fengshuo, I am just a National Teacher in name. I can't get any benefits.
How can I as a National Teacher compare to Han Ye, the Grand Priest wielding real power in Han Country.
This golden coffin was prepared by him for himself. Where do I have money to prepare such a big golden coffin for him?"
After speaking, Little Xibei leaned close to Lin Zaozao and said sneakily,
"Zaozao, anyway Han Ye is going to wake up later, this golden coffin must be useless. Why don't we split this coffin between us before he wakes up? What do you think?"
"No!" Lin Zaozao firmly rejected.
"Why not?" Little Xibei didn't understand.
"Because after I saved Han Ye, I have decided to get this golden coffin. When I die in the future, I want to lie in this golden coffin. You can't compete with me for it."
Little Xibei was speechless at Lin Zaozao's words.
He looked back at the golden coffin behind him. He really wanted to tell this silly girl Lin Zaozao.
Except for the Grand Priest, this golden coffin could only be used by the Grand Priest's wife.
But thinking that Han Ye was now posing as Lin Zaozao's husband, this golden coffin could only belong to Lin Zaozao.
Forget it, he won't compete for it.
As the concubine, he couldn't compete with her.
He also had a golden coffin! He wondered if Zaozao wanted it.
Forget it. They are still young now. It's too early to talk about this!
He could make a pile of shabby golden coffins.
"Zaozao, will Han Ye really wake up after two hours?"
"Of course, he must."
If he didn't wake up, she would beat the dog system into a string of Arabic numerals.
Sitting next to Han Ye playing with his hair, Lin Zaozao took the time to observe Han Ye's face carefully.
It was really the more she looked, the more familiar he became, and the better looking he was.
But she remembered she had never seen Han Ye before yesterday!
"Uncle Zhang, have I seen Han Ye before? Why did I feel he was so familiar when I first saw him yesterday? How should I put it? When I first saw him, I felt he was very intimate."
Lin Zaozao's words stunned Zhang Shu and Dashan. They looked at Lin Zaozao in disbelief and tentatively asked,
"Young Master, have you felt Grand Priest Han was very familiar since you first saw him yesterday?"
"Yes! When I first saw him yesterday, I felt he was so intimate and familiar.
Let me make it clear first! It's not because he is handsome that I said he looks familiar."
After hearing Lin Zaozao's words, Zhang Shu and Dashan looked back at Little Xibei together. Didn't Grand Priest Han Ye and Little Xibei say that before the Young Master's mind recovered, she would not have any impression of anyone or anything.
The two of them had been guarding the Young Master for more than ten years, but she didn't have the slightest impression of them when she woke up.
When she saw them in Luoshui Village, she just looked at them as strangers.
However, Grand Priest Han Ye hadn't been in contact with the Young Master for long. How could the Young Master have an impression of Grand Priest Han Ye?
"Zaozao, it's natural that you have memories of Han Ye, because Han Ye used his life to make up for your premature death. So it makes sense that you would have memories of him."
Little Xibei looked at Han Ye lying on the coffin cover and sighed deeply,
Lin Zaozao pulled Little Xibei to sit down beside her, and asked puzzledly,
"Little Xibei, why can't I understand what you and Uncle Zhang Dashan said? It was you who used your royal fate to bring me to this world, right?
But now, why do you say that I am alive now because Han Ye used his life to exchange for mine? I only have one life. Why do you both need to exchange your lives for me!"
Facing Lin Zaozao's confused face, Little Xibei couldn't help reaching out and touching her round eyes, and said softly,
"Zaozao, Han Ye and I are the rare double priests in Han Country in a millennium. When you were just born, we calculated that you would definitely die before the age of two.
So in order to prevent your premature death, we worked together to replace your fate. So when you turned two, we stripped your soul from your body and sent it to another strange world with all our strength.
When you turn eighteen, your soul will naturally return to your own body.
What I paid for all this was my destined fate as the emperor. And what Han Ye paid was his own life."
After listening to Little Xibei's words, Lin Zaozao frowned. She felt that her transmigration was already so fantastical, and now listening to Little Xibei talk about replacing fate, she felt this matter was even more fantastical.
"Zaozao, you don't believe what I said."
"It's not that, Little Xibei. I just don't understand. I was just a less than two year old kid at that time, while you must have been sensible.
Why did you use the most precious things about yourselves to change my destiny? I feel like doing this was not worth it for you at all."
“Early morning, have you heard of the four words past life and present life? You, me, Han Ye, and another person, the four of us have two lives tangled together. Han Ye and I both have memories of two lifetimes.”
“Memories of two lifetimes?”
Lin Zaozao carefully poked Little Xibei, and asked in confusion.
“Little Xibei, you and Han Ye have memories of two lifetimes. Does anyone else know?”
“As long as they are people of Han Country, they all know the two grand priests of Han Country both know of their past and present lives.
It's just that for the greater good, I'm now the national teacher of Canglan and Fengshou, while Han Ye has become the grand priest of Han Country.
In order for the matter of replacing your fate to succeed, Han Ye has been staying in the sacrificial hall of Han Country, just waiting for the day you can wake up.” Little Xibei sighed.
“You said there was another person entangled with us? Who is it? Do I know him? Or have I seen him before? Also, for our past lives, can you tell me about it?”
"Zaozao, we can't tell you about the memories of past lives. If you want to know, you can only discover it yourself.
Han Ye and I went against heaven to change fate, which already violated big taboos. If we tell you about the past life, it will only cause great harm to you.
As for the other person, we don't know if you've met or not. However, Zaozao, since we met you, one day, you will meet him too. As for where he is, Han Ye and I don't know either.
What we do know is that he won't hurt you." Little Xibei said with a long sigh.
"Is that so?"
Lin Zaozao thought for a moment, and continued to ask:
"Then Little Xibei, since you can't tell me about the past life, can you tell me about the other person's personality? What is he like? Is he gentle? Or overbearing?"
