My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 60 Your Majesty, this is a gift from a fairy in a dream

Entered the East Factory, but did not go to the Hall of Yama.

Yang Jiu thought it was Xiao Xuanzi who led the wrong way.

But Xiao Xuanzi said that Yang Jiu had just returned from a business trip and was tired from the journey, so he should take more rest, but because there was an urgent matter right now, the governor asked him to invite Yang Jiu.

It would be a sleepless night without the beauty of the dead body.

When we came to the side hall, Wei Zhongxian was reading a book.

"Sir..."

Yang Jiu was about to salute, but Wei Zhongxian put down his book, waved his hands with a smile, and said, "You don't need to be too polite, Yang Jiu, I heard from Lao San that you still treat people?"

Seeing that Wei Zhongxian was reading "Spring and Autumn" at night, Yang Jiu really wanted to laugh.

But at this moment, he had to hold back his laughter, and said modestly, "Return to Governor, my specialty is sewing corpses, and I only know a little bit about practicing medicine to save lives."

"The third one said that you once gave him a donkey whip, and after eating it made him rejoice in the Yunyu Tower for two days and two nights, is there such a thing?" Wei Zhongxian always had a gentle smile on his face.

Yang Jiu said anxiously: "There is such a thing..."

Although I have a dog whip at hand now, you, an old eunuch, don't need it either.

"Let me just say the next thing, just listen to it, and then pretend you didn't hear anything and just forget it." Wei Zhongxian suddenly suppressed his smile, and ordered in a cold voice.

Yang Jiu nodded.

"The emperor's dragon body is sick, and the imperial physicians said that there is no way to recover. Fortunately, the emperor is very open about life and death, but before the immortal, the emperor still wants to talk to the empress..." Wei Zhongxian was embarrassed to continue.

Yang Jiu showed a look that I understand.

The emperor's state of mind should be the same as that of the third master at that time, as long as he can show his supernatural power once, he can die without regret.

But people are greedy. For example, the third master, after many days, he began to lose control again.

The same is true when thinking about coming to the emperor, and in the end, he even wants to have all the beauties in the harem be lucky again.

People are not enough to swallow elephants.

"Are you sure to help the emperor fulfill his wish?" Wei Zhongxian asked seriously.

Success, prosperity and wealth.

It doesn't matter if you fail.

Yang Jiu thought for a while and said, "Master Governor, I can only do my best, and there is no guarantee that I will succeed."

"There are so many quack doctors who come into the palace every day, you are not too many, go back and have a good rest, and enter the palace with me tomorrow." Wei Zhongxian thought that if this could be done, you would be my real father after Yangjiu.

Compared with strengthening the emperor's yang, Yang Jiu wanted to visit the corpse beauty.

After eating hot buns the next day, Yang Jiu sat at the door of the body sewing shop basking in the sun.

When it was almost noon, Xiao Xuanzi came to invite Yang Jiu.

At the gate of the East Factory, Wei Zhongxian's sedan chair was parked there, very grand.

Wei Zhongxian called Yang Jiu into the sedan chair and walked towards the palace.

Facing Wei Zhongxian at such close range, Yang Jiu felt goosebumps all over his body.

Several times, he wanted to open the curtains to have a look.

The sedan chair finally stopped at the gate of the Palace of Mental Cultivation.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is the emperor's sleeping hall.

Empress Wu is the only one who can come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to serve her bed.

As for the other concubines, in the past, they could only hope that the emperor would find their brands, and then wait on his own bed after washing the fragrance and stripping naked.

Wei Zhongxian took the lead in entering the Hall of Mental Cultivation to face the saint.

Not long after, a eunuch screamed at the door: "Xuanyang Jiu will see you."

Holding a wooden box inlaid with gold threads, Yang Jiu lowered her head and entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The golden bed curtain hangs down, and one person can be vaguely seen lying on the huge dragon bed.

When approaching Wei Zhongxian who was waiting in the hall, Yang Jiu paid homage: "Yang Jiu greets the emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live."

"Get up and talk." The bedridden emperor's voice was hoarse and he was short of breath.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yang Jiu stood up slowly.

Wei Zhongxian said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, although Yang Jiu is a corpse stitcher, he also knows a little bit about medical skills. Can you let him feel the pulse of the Emperor?"

The emperor wanted to refuse, but thought that this was Wei Zhongxian's proposal, and it would not save Wei Zhongxian's face, so he stretched out a hand from the bed curtain.

Yang Jiu stepped forward a few steps, gently taking the emperor's pulse.

The emperor's pulse condition is extremely strange.

Poisoning?

Moreover, the poison has penetrated into the lungs, and the gods are hard to save.

Even though she saw some clues, Yang Jiu didn't dare to talk nonsense.

The emperor withdrew his hand back, and said with a chuckle: "I know my body well, and it would be a pleasure to be reunited with my ancestors. After I leave, my queen will..."

Empress Wu was still very young, but she had to guard the vacant room alone. When the emperor thought of this, his heart was cut like a knife, and he was very reluctant to give up.

In fact, the emperor doesn't need to worry about it, Empress Wu is really lonely, what kind of man can't be found?

Yang Jiu can only think about this in her heart, but dare not say it.

"Your Majesty, I dreamed of a fairy last night..." Yang Jiu said boldly.

The emperor on the dragon bed, his eyes lit up when he heard it, immediately became interested, and said: "Let's listen."

Yang Jiu talked like a river, telling the whole process of dreaming about immortals in detail, and he didn't even forget to mention a few words about Wei Zhongxian's loyalty to the emperor.

Although it was some flattering words, the emperor and Wei Zhongxian listened to them very well.

"Your Majesty, this dragon whip was given by the gods in a dream." At the end of the speech, Yang Jiu picked up the wooden box with both hands.

Since it was a dragon whip, Yang Jiu naturally didn't dare to enjoy it by himself, so he could only present it to the emperor.

Wei Zhongxian took the wooden box, stepped forward and handed it to the emperor.

The emperor opened the wooden box, frowned, and said, "Isn't this a dog whip?"

What are you talking about a dragon whip? I have never seen a dog whip before bullying me?

Not to mention meeting, I have eaten a lot.

Donkey whip, horse whip, bull whip, deer whip, dog whip, bear whip...

When the body is strong, eating these feels useful, but when the body is broken, it is useless.

"It looks like a dog's whip, but the gods say it's a dragon's whip, and only the emperor can enjoy it." Yang Jiu never thought that he had the talent to flatter.

As long as the flattery is good, the glory and wealth will not escape.

Wei Zhongxian also said beside him: "Your Majesty, it's okay to try, the empress is still looking forward to it."

The emperor looked at the dog whip, thinking that he was dying, so just try it, grabbed the dog whip, and took a bite.

Hey, it tastes really good.

After the emperor finished eating, he licked his fingers clean.

This is undoubtedly the most delicious he has ever eaten, bar none.

Wei Zhongxian asked with a smirk: "Your Majesty, how do you feel?"

"Even if it is really useful, how could it be..." the emperor said with a startled cry.

This is incredible.

"This old slave is going to invite the Empress." Wei Zhongxian understood, and hurriedly left the Hall of Mental Cultivation with Yang Jiu.

Wei Zhongxian went to invite Empress Wu himself, and asked a young eunuch to send Yang Jiu out of the palace.

The donkey whip can make the third master majestic for two days and two nights, but the dog whip can let the emperor enjoy one night, it is no problem.

Although it is broad daylight, as long as the emperor can do it, all the three thousand beauties in the harem can jump on him.

The most blessed person in this world is undoubtedly the emperor.

When he returned to the body sewing shop, Chu Liuchun was squatting at the door of the shop like a pug.

(End of this chapter)