My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 75 The emperor is dying
Lying in the cold jade coffin was a middle-aged man wearing a purple official robe.

Purple robes can only be worn by officials of the third rank or higher.

His heart was cut open and his heart was taken away.

Just such a corpse, but can it be placed in room No. 18 of the yellow letter?

Candlelight is normal.

Yang Jiu lifted the iron cloth shirt and lifted the coffin lid.

The corpse in the coffin sat up abruptly, grasping Yang Jiu's shoulders tightly with both hands facing forward, his body trembling like grass on a wall.

Yang Jiu punched out loudly, hitting the corpse's forehead.

The corpse fell backwards in the coffin, struggling to sit up.

The candles burning beside the coffin were also instantly extinguished.

The surrounding candles were also faltering and seemed to be going out.

Yang Jiu quickly lit all the candles in the house, then lit the incense, held down the bouncing corpse with one hand, and quickly sewed it up with the other.

It's just that the heart is cut open, stuffed into the pig's heart, and then sewed with more than 20 stitches.

After the wound was sewn up, the corpse also calmed down.

Some corpse beauties are like this, they refuse to cooperate and have to resist, making it impossible to play happily together.

However, it feels good that this kind of overlord bows hard.

After the body was sewn, the "Book of Life and Death" began to record the person's life.

This person's name is Zhai Kehu, the official worships the Minister of the Ministry of War, and is a third-rank official of the imperial court.

But when he was a child, Zhai Kehu was just a street gangster, often doing some sneaky things.

But Zhai Kehu was very strong, and later he chose to join the army, fought in the battlefield, made many military exploits, and climbed up step by step.

After the war stopped, he began to study hard again, learning the art of governing the country, and gradually became a rare all-rounder in civil and military affairs in the court.

After he became Minister of the Ministry of War, there was an endless stream of flatterers around him, almost breaking the threshold of his house.

Zhai Kehu has been a soldier for half his life, and he feels that it is time for him to enjoy himself.

Among power, wealth and sex, he loves sex the most.

Moreover, he is only interested in twelve or thirteen-year-old girls.

Those who came to ask him to do business would send him young girls who were already very beautiful.

It was this special habit that finally cost Zhai Kehu his life.

Many little girls don't understand anything about men and women, even if they are ruined by Zhai Kehu, they don't understand what happened to them.

But some girls are precocious, and after being abused, they return home to make a fuss.

That night, a son of Fu Jiayin killed someone and came to Zhai Kehu to find a solution.

Fu Jia brought a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry, as well as a lovely and beautiful little girl like a porcelain doll.

The little girl was a little older, but not more than 16 years old.

Zhai Kehu liked Fu Jia very much at first glance, and immediately promised Fu Jia that he would find a way, and then he couldn't wait to bring the little girl to his room.

The little girl was very docile and cooperative, and Zhai Kehu tossed and tossed for a long time, enjoying himself so much that he fell asleep with his arms around the little girl.

When Zhai Kehu fell asleep, the little girl got up and took out a short knife from under the pillow.

Zhai Kehu likes to lie on his back when he sleeps. The little girl slowly rode on Zhai Kehu's body, holding the knife in both hands, and stabbed Zhai Kehu hard in the heart.

With a sharp knife in his heart, Zhai Kehu woke up with a start and opened his eyes, feeling severe pain and powerlessness at the same time.

What he saw was the extremely hideous face of the little girl.

He wanted to resist, but felt powerless.

The cold air hit, and consciousness began to blur.

The little girl tried her best to cut open Zhai Kehu's heart little by little.

Zhai Kehu's body is difficult to sew up, the root cause is that as long as someone wants to touch his body, his hands will respond.

This situation in the corpse is by no means normal and cannot be explained by science.

Scanning around with yin and yang eyes, Zhai Kehu's soul was still not seen.

Yang Jiu closed the coffin and floated out of the room.

[Sewing 43 corpses, reward the host officer with a lucky charm. 】

As long as this official luck and prosperity talisman is injected into a person's body, even if the person is a beggar who is starved of food, he will step on shit luck all the way and continue to be promoted to a high official.

How big is this high official?
At least it can reach the height of Zhai Kehu.

Yang Jiu has no intention of officialdom, so he can only keep this talisman and give it to someone who is destined in the future.

Walking out of room No. 18 in yellow characters, it's not yet midnight.

It was very early, and at this rate, at least three corpses could still be sewn up before dawn.

Previously frightened by Sai Daji in room No. 19 in yellow, Yang Jiu chose to sew the corpse behind. Now it seems that the corpse in the room with yellow name is actually not that scary.

"Ninth Brother, I knew you were here." Little Xuanzi came running panting.

Xiaoxuanzi went to the body sewing shop, and also went to room 200 of Huangzi more than to search, but he couldn't find Yang Jiu.

He changed his mind, Yang Jiu might come to challenge the corpse in the No. 20 room of Huang Zi, and he found Yang Jiu here.

Yang Jiu walked over with a smile, and asked, "Little Xuanzi, what's the matter so late?"

"Yes, and it's a big deal, come with me quickly." Xiao Xuanzi was sweating profusely, but his face was pale.

After asking, I found out that not long ago, the emperor suddenly foamed at the mouth and was about to ascend to immortality, but a group of imperial doctors were helpless, which made Empress Wu furious.

Those imperial physicians themselves were incompetent, but they blamed Yang Jiu who gave the emperor a dog whip.

After eating the dog whip, the emperor became a hundred times more vigorous than when he was young and strong, killing all the concubines in the harem and defeating them.

But the side effect is also obvious, that is, after the effect of the dog whip, the emperor became unconscious and dying.

Now the emperor is foaming at the mouth, the situation is critical, and he may not survive tonight.

"Brother Jiu, don't worry too much, with the governor around, they can't frame you." Xiao Xuanzi let Yang Jiu relax.

Yang Jiu offered the dragon whip and fulfilled the emperor's wish. This is a great achievement and there is absolutely no fault.

No matter how fierce the imperial doctors bite, the key still depends on what Empress Wu means.

Empress Wu listened to politics behind the curtain, and needed Wei Zhongxian's support.

Going around, the person who finally decides Yang Jiu's life and death can only be Wei Zhongxian.

Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the imperial physicians were all kneeling on the ground with their foreheads touching the ground, sweating wildly in the cold night.

There was a brazier burning in the pavilion next to it, and there were only two people sitting in it, one was Li Xinghe, king of Qin, and the other, who looked a bit naive, was probably Li Xingjiang, the current crown prince.

When Yang Jiu was brought, Li Xinghe frowned slightly.

He has also eaten the magic whip made by Yang Jiu, and it is extremely powerful.

Although the body will be weak for a few days afterwards, it is also a symptom of excessive indulgence, and it is definitely not caused by the magic whip.

If Empress Wu really wants to kill Yang Jiu, he has to stand up and protect it.

After waiting outside the hall for a while, Yang Jiu was declared into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The emperor lay on the dragon bed and fell asleep again, but his pulse was disordered and his heartbeat was slow, so the situation was not optimistic.

Empress Wu was sitting on the head of the bed, holding the emperor's hand all the time.

Wei Zhongxian was waiting by the side with a stern face.

Yang Jiu knelt down and saluted.

"Yang Jiu, do you know the crime?" Empress Wu sat behind the bed curtain and could only vaguely see a figure.

Yang Jiu raised his head slightly to look at Wei Zhongxian.

Wei Zhongxian waved lightly at him.

"After returning to heaven, the emperor's body will be like this, all because of being misunderstood by quack doctors." Yang Jiu said bravely.

Wei Zhongxian was stunned, he just told Yang Jiu not to admit that he was guilty, and left the rest to him, unexpectedly, when Yang Jiu opened his mouth, he called all the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital as quack doctors.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and will eventually turn into feces and be excreted by tigers from their buttocks.

"Quack doctor? In this way, your master Yang's medical skills are very good?" Empress Wu teased.

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