My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 148 Accompanying the Saint at Night

Officials in the same compartment also included Wei Zhongxian, Zhuge Zhengxiong, Su Qingcang and others.

Through the small hole in the partition, you can clearly see the outside situation.

At this moment, a cold jade coffin was in the middle of the room, and Tan Shuangxi was lying in it.

Yang Jiu sat in front of Hanyu's coffin, waiting patiently for Chang Lehou Feng Chunze.

Xiao Xuanzi went to the Hou's mansion to invite someone.

Soon there were footsteps outside.

"The sage summoned me, why are you here?" Feng Chunze's voice was quite old.

Don't look at him as an old man, but his teeth are very good, and he can still eat three bowls of rice in one meal.

Yang Jiu got up and opened the door, cupped her fists and said with a smile, "Master Feng, I've been waiting for you for a long time, please come in."

"You are?" Feng Chunze didn't know Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu said: "It's Yang Jiu who sews the corpse."

"Corpse stitcher?" Feng Chunze turned around and left with a very ugly expression on his face.

Yang Jiu took his time and said with a smile: "Actually, there is an old man waiting for Lord Hou, his name is Tan Shuangxi."

Feng Chunze's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he turned around slowly, looking at Xiang Yang Jiu with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Tan Butou is in this room." Yang Jiu stepped aside so that Feng Chunze could clearly see Hanyu's coffin.

There is a cold jade coffin in the palace?

Feng Chunze wanted to leave, but after a little thought, he stepped into the house.

However, when he walked to Hanyu's coffin and took a look, he backed away in fright.

It is not surprising that Tan Shuangxi's body was found, but the strange thing is that his body did not rot.

In the past few years, Feng Chunze often dreamed of Tan Shuangxi, wondering if he should send someone to Yangzhou to fish Tan Shuangxi's body out of the well and bury it properly.

"Does Hou Ye know this person?" Yang Jiu asked with a smile.

Feng Chunze shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"When Lord Hou was still the magistrate in Yangzhou, he had a good relationship with Tan Butou..." Yang Jiu could see that Feng Chunze was panicked.

Strike while the iron is hot, and Feng Chunze can be completely defeated.

Being able to calculate himself in the palace, Feng Chunze immediately thought that Yang Jiu must have the support of a saint behind him.

Tan Shuangxi's body, the cold jade coffin, how could these things easily enter the palace?

Thinking of him, Feng Chunze, who dedicated himself to the Great Wei Jiangshan, could it be that the saint wanted to take a knife on him because of that trivial matter?

However, on second thought, the sage just needed a reason to get rid of him, one of the leaders of the conservative faction.

A woman, really thinks that calling herself "Zhen" can turn the world upside down?

"You, what are you doing?" Feng Chunze came back to his senses and saw Yang Jiu lift the lid of Hanyu's coffin.

Yang Jiu said: "Tan Tutou wants to have a good chat with Lord Hou."

Feng Chunze's face was gloomy, he flicked his sleeves, and wanted to leave.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

Feng Chunze's heart sank immediately.

This is the imperial palace, if the saint wants to kill him, it is really easy.

But because he is a meritorious minister and a prince and general, even if a sage wants to kill him, he must have a valid reason.

The more than 30-year-old case is uncovered, and it can indeed give an explanation to the people of the world.

From then on, he, Feng Chunze, would be reviled by the people all over the world, and his reputation would last forever.

Tan Shuangxi, who was originally lying in the coffin, slowly rolled over and sat up at this moment.

When Feng Chunze looked up, his eyes were full of fear.

Even the few people hiding behind the partition were quite shocked.

The calmest person was Wu Sanyue.

Tan Shuangxi grabbed the edge of the coffin with both hands and climbed out with great difficulty.

"Let me out, let me out..." Feng Chunze slammed on the door hard.

Tan Shuangxi walked a few steps with difficulty, stopped and said, "My lord, we meet again after a long time, and you don't want to talk to me?"

When a familiar voice came, Feng Chunze's legs trembled and he almost fell down.

Yang Jiu stood by and didn't bother.

This is the grievance between Tan Shuangxi and Feng Chunze.

"Pretending to be a ghost, I really thought..." Feng Chunze tried to stabilize his mind.

Tan Shuangxi spoke again, but it was about the details of the case that year.

Just because he didn't stop Feng Chunze that year doesn't mean he didn't collect evidence, it's just that he didn't hand in the evidence in the end.

In fact, he knew very well back then that even if he went to Chang'an, he would not be able to bring down Feng Chunze.

At that time, the Wei court was even darker, and the officials and officials protected each other to a very terrible level.

Therefore, the best way to deal with it was to kill Feng Chunze directly, but because Feng Chunze was kind to him, Tan Shuangxi couldn't do this.

The more Feng Chunze heard it, the more shocked he became. Who would have thought that Tan Shuangxi did so many things back then.

If it was pretending to be a ghost, how did others know what he and Tan Shuangxi had experienced together in those years?
"Are you really Double Happiness?" Feng Chunze asked tremblingly.

Tan Shuangxi said: "Back when I was seriously injured and was about to die, it was a piece of peach blossom cake from the lord that pulled me back from the gate of hell. I have never dared to forget this kindness."

A piece of peach blossom cake made Tan Shuangxi swear to follow.

In the following days, it was Tan Shuangxi who fought to the death many times to save Feng Chunze's life.

Looking back now, Feng Chunze is full of regret.

Back then Tan Shuangxi persuaded him to turn back, even if he didn't want to turn back, just let Tan Shuangxi go, why did he have to kill him?

Tan Shuangxi took two steps forward again, and said sadly, "My lord, it's not too late to turn around now."

"Turn back? Why do you turn back?" Feng Chunze's eyes shot out sharply.

Tan Shuangxi said: "On the way from Yangzhou to Chang'an, I saw that the people are living in dire straits. Only Mr. Di Ge's new policy can save the people. Your Excellency really shouldn't interfere."

The case back then is no longer relevant.

The most urgent task now is to get Feng Chunze to stand up for the New Deal, which is more meaningful than killing Feng Chunze.

"Hehe, so this is your plan?" Feng Chunze turned to look at the partition.

From the moment he entered the house, he knew that someone was hiding there, and the saint was probably behind it.

Wu Sanyue stood up, and Su Qingcang moved the partition away with a wave of his hand.

"Old Feng, I just want to give you a chance to make up for your mistakes," Wu Sanyue said.

Feng Chunze said: "If the sage has an order, the veteran will naturally obey, so why bother..."

"I have implemented the new policy for several months, did Mr. Feng really follow it?" Wu Sanyue sneered.

Even if there was no such thing as Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds back then, Wu Sanyue planned to take Feng Chunze first.

Among the conservative officials, Feng Chunze was the one who clamored the most. If he was not eliminated, the New Deal would be difficult to carry out.

Tan Shuangxi stepped aside and stood with Yang Jiu.

The next step is to see how Feng Chunze chooses. If he chooses to support the New Deal, he can avoid death.

If you insist on going your own way, you will undoubtedly die.

"Saint, even though the old man did it in the past, there is no real evidence. If I kill the old man, I might let..." Feng Chunze's thoughts flashed, after all, he still wanted to gamble again.

If he turns his back on the water now and betrays the conservatives, it will not end well.

Tan Shuangxi interjected, "My lord, the evidence is on me."

Feng Chunze's face changed slightly, seeing Tan Shuangxi take out something from his body and hand it to Yang Jiu.

"My lord, for the sake of the people of the world, you just..." Tan Shuangxi cooperated so much because he wanted to persuade Feng Chunze to return from his lost way, and even more so to save Feng Chunze's life.

Wu Sanyue stopped talking, but was waiting for Feng Chunze to make the final decision.

These conservative officials were too in the way, and sometimes Wu Sanyue wanted to get rid of them all with a wave of his hand.

But if this is done, the local civil servants and military generals may rebel.

Excessive means are counterproductive.

"Saint, the old man has only one request, to spare the old man's family." Feng Chunze thought for a long time, and slowly knelt down.

The crime he committed back then did not implicate the entire family.

Wu Sanyue said: "I think Mr. Feng has no merits, but also hard work, so I will give you a white silk."

"Thank you saint." Feng Chunze touched his forehead to the ground.

Tan Shuangxi really couldn't figure out why Feng Chunze would rather die than lead the conservatives to support the New Deal.

Where did the county magistrate Feng who worked hard for the people go?

Wu Sanyue left with all the officials, and soon Xiao Xuanzi sent Bai Ling.

"Shuangxi, can you help me tie this white silk to the beam?" Feng Chunze sat on the ground with a smile on his face.

Tan Shuangxi said: "My lord, you are..."

"Shuangxi, you have never been in this circle, and you don't know the dangers of this circle. Don't think that this old man is Chang Lehou, who is admired by all people. When the civil and military courts saw this old man, they would call him 'Hou Ye'. In fact, The old man is also like a puppet, he can't help himself." Feng Chunze has already seen many things at this age.

Since the sage wants to touch him, only if he asks for death on his own initiative can the whole family be safe.

Although Tan Shuangxi could barely control his physical body, he was not very flexible, so he had to ask Yang Jiu for help.

Yang Jiu tied up Bai Ling and walked out of the house.

Wu Sanyue and the others were still in the courtyard outside.

Wei Zhongxian felt that it was inappropriate to kill Feng Chunze like this.

Feng Chunze's death is very likely to cause chaos.

Murong Ba's rebellion had just been suppressed, and the imperial court really couldn't stand another rebellion.

However, Wu Sanyue's mind is full of new policies now, and she can't listen to Wei Zhongxian's persuasion.

Di Juyi naturally stood by Wu Sanyue's side.

The New Deal is Di Juyi's greatest effort in this life. No matter how much he pays, he hopes to see this child grow up with his own eyes.

"Saint, then I'll..." Yang Jiu hurried to sew up the corpse.

Wu Sanyue waved her hands outward.

Yang Jiu was about to leave when she suddenly heard a loud bang from the room.

The next moment, Tan Shuangxi opened the door.

Everyone could clearly see that Feng Chunze's head was still suspended in the air by the white silk, but his body had already landed.

There was blood everywhere.

Just by hanging, can the head fall off?

"Tan Butou, what's going on?" Yang Jiu stepped forward and asked.

Tan Shuangxi said: "My lord just hung it up when his neck broke."

That scene made Feng Chunze's neck look like it was made of tofu.

Wu Sanyue said: "Sew up the body and send it back."

Feng Chunze is dead, so we should leave now.

Yang Jiu entered the house, closed the door, and let Tan Shuangxi leave his physical body, and his soul temporarily waited outside.

Just sew a head and it will go fast.

Tan Shuangxi was very obedient, let her body lie back in the cold jade coffin before leaving the house.

Yang Jiu took off Feng Chunze's head and placed it on the corpse, feeling very puzzled.

This fracture is very frizzy, which indeed fits the characteristics of being torn apart.

If you hang yourself, your neck will be broken, and it is estimated that few people dare to hang themselves.

"Master Feng, Lord Feng, could it be that your body has been tampered with?" Yang Jiu said, lighting up incense.

I took out the needle and thread and sewed two stitches. Sure enough, the thread slipped out of the flesh.

Yang Jiu took out the ghost paper and quickly made a skin for Feng Chunze. After it melted in, it was very easy to sew the corpse again.

"I didn't expect that you, a corpse stitcher, are quite powerful." Feng Chunze's soul suddenly appeared beside him.

While sewing the corpse, Yang Jiu asked, "Master Hou wants to sneak attack me?"

"You can actually see the old man?" Feng Chunze was quite shocked.

He watched Yang Jiu sew his body from the side, feeling very strange, so he complained, but he didn't expect to get Yang Jiu's response.

If the corpse stitcher had such ability, wouldn't he have been poached by the corpse town department long ago?

Could it be that old eunuch Wei Zhongxian was holding onto it?

After the body was sewn up, the Book of Life and Death began to record Feng Chunze's life.

Feng Chunze was smart since he was a child, and his scientific research journey went smoothly.

After obtaining the honor, he became a county magistrate. At the beginning, he devoted himself to serving the people and eradicating local bullies, and was called "Master Qingtian" by the local people.

That feeling made Feng Chunze more determined that he must be a good official for the people in this life.

If not, he would not have reached out to help Tan Shuangxi when he saw him in distress.

However, after being a county magistrate for more than ten years, the court did not intend to promote him.

Those bastards in the official department only have money in their eyes, and whoever gives more money can become a high-ranking official.

But to realize the ambition in my heart, it is definitely far from being just a county magistrate.

Only by climbing to a higher position can more people be saved.

To achieve this, you must first collect money.

The money was sent to Chang'an, and the effect was remarkable. It didn't take long for Feng Chunze to be promoted to the magistrate of Yangzhou.

Feng Chunze thought from beginning to end that he was different from those corrupt officials.

Corrupt officials seek the fat and anointing of the people for their own enjoyment.

And by doing so, it can be said that he took it from the people and used it for the people.

Just as a rebellion broke out near Yangzhou, Feng Chunze quelled the rebellion with thunder, which won the appreciation of the late emperor.

But at this time, he suddenly got a strange disease.

I invited many famous doctors to see it, but they were all at a loss.

One day, a quack warlock came to the door, saying that there was a cure for Feng Chunze's strange disease.

The man was holding a spirit-calling banner, wearing a black cloak, and a snow-white ghost mask, looking mysterious.

Just as the so-called rush to the doctor in a hurry, Feng Chunze followed this man's advice and used the young girl as medicine, and his condition actually improved a few days ago.

In the following days, Feng Chunze became more and more crazy. As long as the disease can be cured, it doesn't matter if a few women die.

He, Feng Chunze, is someone who wants to save the world, and he must not die young.

The methods given by the quack warlocks are very effective.

Thirty yellow-flowered maidens were cured of their strange disease after using it.

Later, because of Feng Chunze's meritorious service in calming the chaos in Yangzhou, the former emperor named him Marquis of Chang Le, guarding the frontier.

If it wasn't for Feng Chunze's wholehearted desire to return to Chang'an as an official, he might have been named Duke with his military exploits.

However, in the following days, Feng Chunze no longer had the vigor of his youth, and completely sank into the luxury of Chang'an City.

When I was in Yangzhou, I caught those yellow-flowered girls for medical treatment, but after arriving in Chang'an, I became addicted.

Even in his seventies, Feng Chunze still misses him very much.

Knowing that the body in the well in Yangzhou was salvaged, Feng Chunze knew that Wu Sanyue would probably use this matter against him.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the quack warlock who saved his life back then came to the door again, threatening to protect him from death.

But this time, Feng Chunze was fooled.

He put his head into the circle of white silk, kicked off the stool, and after a few struggles, his neck broke and his body and head were separated.

Feng Chunze didn't understand what was going on until his death.

Another funeral.

Sending off mourners always does this kind of thing, what's the purpose?

From these things, Yang Jiu has never been able to see what benefits can be gained from sending the mourner.

[Sewing one hundred and four corpses, reward the host officer with a lucky charm. 】

For other talismans, such as ghost arresting talisman and corpse suppressing talisman, Yang Jiu can use the magic brush to draw them, and the effect is the same.

The only thing that Yang Jiu tried a few times when he was bored was the Official Luck and Prosperity Talisman, but the ones he drew were always different.

Not all symbols can be copied infinitely.

At present, he has two official luck tokens in his hand, but he doesn't know who to give them to.

Yang Jiu opened the door and said, "Tan Butou, you can come in now."

When sewing the corpse, no second person could be by his side. Although Tan Shuangxi was a ghost, just to be on the safe side, Yang Jiu asked him to wait outside.

Now that Feng Chunze's body has been sewn up and his soul is still there, Yang Jiu feels that these two guys can go on the road together.

Feng Chunze and Tan Shuangxi obviously thought the same way, and after saying goodbye to Yang Jiu, they both disappeared.

"Book of Merit" appeared at this moment:
The host helped Tan Shuangxi fulfill his last wish and gained 930 points of merit, and the remaining merit points are [-].

The goal of one thousand merit points is getting closer and closer.

The two corpses were naturally handled by someone.

Looking at the time, Yang Jiu felt refreshed, and could go to Yan Luo Hall to sew two more corpses.

"Lord Yang, the saint is here to invite you." A court lady suddenly called out to stop Yang Jiu.

The officials had already left, and Wu Sanyue was sitting behind a mountain of memorials in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and seemed to be planning to fight until the third watch.

I just don't know why Wu Sanyue called him over again.

I always felt that after giving Wu Sanyue the Loyalty Pill, the woman looked at him more and more full of primitive wildness.

"Just sit over there." Wu Sanyue didn't lift her head.

Yang Jiu saw a table on the side, with a fruit plate, snacks, wine and tea on it.

Yang Jiu got goose bumps all over her body, and asked respectfully, "What does the saint mean?"

"Don't talk." Wu Sanyue concentrated on reviewing the memorial.

After sitting there for a while, Yang Jiu couldn't help but said, "Saint, there are still many corpses waiting for me to sew."

"Besides you, I, Wei, don't have any sewers? Besides, you just came back from Yangzhou, so you can rest tonight." Wu Sanyue didn't seem to intend to let Yang Jiu leave.

Yang Jiu was restless, and simply began to enjoy the delicious food in front of him.

The tea is good and the wine is more fragrant.

The fruit is also good, but the dim sum is more delicious.

It was almost midnight, Wu Sanyue stood up from a pile of memorials and said, "You can go."

Yang Jiu withdrew from the Hall of Mental Cultivation, could this woman be insane?

It's scary to do something like this. If there is a next time, would you like to reward her with a little smile?

Michelle Jiuquan San seems to be a bit ruthless, it will only make Wei fall into chaos and implicate innocent people.

Yin Yang San seems to be good.

It's all over, if you go to Yan Luodian again, you're asking for boredom, you might as well get a good night's sleep and fight again tomorrow night.

Back at the corpse shop, Yang Jiu saw that the bedding had been replaced with new ones.

Indeed, those old quilts are very damp, even if they are exposed to the sun, they are useless.

This sleep, dream is warm.

Waking up the next day, when Gan Sisi came to deliver the buns, she asked, "How did you sleep last night?"

"Not bad." Yang Jiu said.

Gan Sisi smiled and said, "The new quilt that Aunt Mei made for you is not a bad craftsmanship, is it?"

"Let me just say, you don't have such skills." Yang Jiu picked up the meat bun and took a bite.

Gan Sisi snorted coldly: "But the quilt was spread for you."

"Jealous?"

"How could I be jealous of Aunt Mei?"

"That's right, let's have a good time."

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(End of this chapter)