My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 73 The Master Is Murong Ba
Gan Sisi raised her head, her beautiful face was full of confusion.

She ran extremely fast, but this time she was not injured.

The plan of the heroes of Jianghu was perfect, but in the end, she was the only one who managed to fight against Wu Youdao, and the rest were killed before they even approached the door of the main hall.

Bad people live happily, but good people die short-lived.

Isn't it said that evil can never prevail?

He failed to save Bao Xueru, failed to assassinate Wu Youdao, and died so many chivalrous men in the rivers and lakes in the failure.

Gan Sisi became more and more unable to see through the world.

Yang Jiuzhong flicked Gan Sisi's forehead, and said contemptuously: "Guawa, it's not a problem of the world, it's a problem of your stupidity. Ants bury elephants, gnats shake big trees, do you think it will be successful?"

"It hurts..." Gan Sisi covered her forehead with tears glistening in her eyes.

Yang Jiu took out a pig's trotter wrapped in greased paper from his bosom, and said with a smile, "Eat some."

The pig's trotters from Huguogong's chef's sauce are really delicious.

Before leaving, Yang Jiu did not forget to bring one for Gan Sisi.

Gan Sisi opened the oiled paper, and the aroma was tangy, taking a bite, it was even more delicious.

Her mood improved a little, she turned her head to look at Yang Jiu, and said, "Brother Jiu, it's the problem of this world, I now feel that Murong Ba is really a great hero."

"You know Murong Ba?" Yang Jiu was taken aback.

Gan Sisi and other teachers and sisters didn't know the name of their master, and Dugu Doro, the only one who knew, died before telling the secret.

"Looks like Brother Nine has also heard about it. Now there are rumors in the world that Murong Ba, a descendant of the former royal family, is recruiting troops to rebel against Wei Fuyan. I think the people's life will be easier only if the sky is changed." After Gan Sisi went down the mountain , I have seen too many things about ordinary people being bullied and killed by powerful bullies.

Even though she has killed a lot of bullies, it feels like a drop in the bucket and nothing can be changed.

The sky is dead, against Wei Fuyan.

Murong Ba's slogan is very resounding.

It's just that this man who wanted to be the emperor hid in a Taoist temple deep in the mountains and slept with his female apprentice. What the hell?

Yang Jiu patted Gan Sisi's head, said with a smile, "Go back to sleep after eating."

"Ninth brother, a great hero is for the country and the people. I want to become a hero." Gan Sisi had this idea since she was a child.

Maybe her martial arts are poor, but her chivalrous heart will never lose to anyone in the arena.

Yang Jiu reprimanded: "Don't be fooled by the old man, a great man, his wife and children are hot on the bed."

Gan Sisi was about to refute, but saw a bellyband fluttering down on Yang Jiu's head.

Yang Jiu was also very confused. When he grabbed it, he knew who did the good thing.

The orange cat poked its head out from the eaves and let out a meow.

"Third Master likes this thing. Since you like to steal it, I will give it to Third Master in the future." Yang Jiuyi waved his hand and threw his apron at the orange cat.

The orange cat deftly avoided it, and then used its paws to push down the apron that had fallen to the roof.

Judging by the frightened look of the orange cat, it is obvious that he will only give the bellyband to Yang Jiu, and will never give it to anyone else.

Gan Sisi snatched the bellyband from Yang Jiu's hand, looked carefully, her face was pale.

"This, isn't this mine?" She asked herself tremblingly.

amount……

Orange cat is quite sensible, but he is a little ignorant of flattery.

Yang Jiu's intestines were full of regret.

It's not bad to collect a bellyband worn by Gan Sisi.

Yang Jiu stretched out her hand and said, "Sisi, this is for me from Orange."

"Hmph." Gan Sisi took her belly bag and went back to the bun shop.

Seeing that the orange cat was still lying on the roof, Yang Jiu scolded, "Be smarter next time."

The orange cat meowed, indicating that it understood.

When it twisted its buttocks and left, the sound of the copper bell was very crisp.

The Lord Protector's Mansion has created a lot of corpses to be stitched up tonight.

But because the Huguogong's mansion is close to the Six Gates and the Ministry of Punishment, I'm afraid those corpses will not be sent to Dongchang.

Fortunately, there are many beauties in Yan Luo Hall, and they will definitely not be idle tomorrow night.

The next day, news of Wu Youdao's assassination spread throughout Chang'an City.

The common people admired the knight-errant who assassinated Jianghu very much, but at the same time they were very sad that they failed to kill Wu Youdao.

According to the custom, the body of the assassin who was killed needs to be hung on the tower as a warning.

But because Wu Youdao is a guilty person, naturally he will not be treated like this.

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Royal Palace.

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Empress Wu stood beside the emperor with a haggard face.

The emperor has often been in a coma recently, and rarely has time to wake up.

"Is there any clue about the disaster relief bank case?" After the emperor woke up, the first thing that came to his mind was this case.

Empress Wu said: "Zhuge Zhengxiong has already found out that it was Wu Youdao who robbed the relief money, and my concubine has put Wu Youdao under house arrest, and is thinking whether to kill him or not."

"You only have this younger brother." The emperor's intentions were obvious, and it was enough to punish him slightly, but he didn't have to kill him.

Empress Wu forced a smile and said, "The emperor is really kind to his concubines."

"Go and ask Zhongxian, do you still have the whip?" The emperor tightly held Empress Wu's hand, wanting to be happy with Empress Wu again.

Empress Wu was so disgusted that she looked like this, but she was still thinking about that.

If Wei Zhongxian still had the dragon whip, the emperor would be able to live alive temporarily after eating it, and he would not only favor her alone.

"I'll ask the concubine when I turn around." Wu didn't change his expression.

The emperor urged: "Don't look back, hurry up and ask."

"Yes." Empress Wu got up and left.

But she didn't go to Wei Zhongxian, but thought about whether she should give the emperor some condiments.

It's just that she is not ready yet, the emperor cannot die at this time.

A large group of imperial physicians were quickly summoned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The imperial physician had diagnosed the emperor, and when they came outside the palace, they were all shaking their heads.

According to the emperor's situation, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive this winter.

In three months at most, winter will pass, and spring will usher in the recovery of all things.

Although time is tight, it is enough.

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The sun is warm, but the wind is biting.

The cold wind blows on the face, which hurts like a knife.

The weather is getting colder and fewer people come to buy buns in the morning, but the buns in Maobuli Baozi Shop will still be sold out soon.

"Brother Jiu, I thought about it all night last night, and I still think that Murong Ba is right. After he raises troops, do you think we should join in too?" Gan Sisi looked at Yang Jiu who was eating buns, with a naive expression on his face.

It can be meloned to such an extent.

Yang Jiu didn't even have the appetite to eat steamed buns, so she felt it was necessary to teach Gan Sisi a lesson.

Gan Sisi is so fond of tossing around, sooner or later she has to put her life in it.

This girl is good-looking, she sings well, and she makes delicious buns. If she dies, Yang Jiu will lose a lot of fun in her life.

Talking to Gan Sisi about the truth would definitely not work, so Yang Jiu decided to change his mind and said, "Murong Ba killed your parents."

"My parents were killed by bandits." Gan Sisi knew that Yang Jiu wanted to fool her.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Your master told you?"

Gan Sisi didn't want to admit it, but it was indeed what Master said.

Yang Jiu looked contemptuous, and said, "Murong Ba is your master."

Knowing that Gan Sisi would not believe it easily, Yang Jiu went back to the corpse shop and handed over the porcelain bottle taken from Dugu Doluo's stomach to Gan Sisi.

Gan Sisi doesn't know Dugu Doluo's handwriting, but she is very familiar with the porcelain vase containing the note.

When they were in Taoist temples in the mountains, their teachers and sisters used this kind of blue and white porcelain vases to pack rouge and pills.

Yang Jiu explained: "I took this out from the stomach of a female corpse, and that female corpse should be your Twelfth Senior Sister."

The master is Murong Ba.

Those who are familiar with Murong Ba know that he is a descendant of the royal family of the previous dynasty, and he has spent his whole life fighting for the great cause of opposing Wei Fuyan.

These six words left by Dugu Doro are enough to explain many things.

There were tears in Gan Sisi's eyes, what Yang Jiu said had a terrible impact on her.

Yang Jiu raised her hand, just as she wanted to comfort her, but she saw Li Xinghe not far away looking at them with a smile.

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