Chapter 58 (1/2)

Hu Yingmao never dreamed that one day there would be more living people than dead in the cold cellar of Dali temple.

The cold cellar of Dali temple was opened at the back door, and a secret room was dug underground as a morgue. Several cellars were dug deep in the room, thick walls were built with red bricks, and only a few small air doors were opened for ventilation. And more thick doors are set. In winter, take ice and put it inside. It won't melt all year round. Of course, the bodies that can be stored in the cold cellar are all with official bodies.

In the near future, the open space at the back door was already filled with more than half of the officials in the middle of the court. There are also a small half of officials below grade five who are not qualified to squeeze in at all.

Looking around, only a small corner still has sparse space. With the emperor as the center, there are Xia Hou, Gu Shizi, his highness four, his highness seven and Duke Li.

Seeing that the time of application is coming, Lord Hu tentatively asked the Emperor: ”emperor, the time of application is coming, will you go to the cold cellar?”

The emperor nodded, and Duke Li shouted: ”go to the cold cellar...”

Hu Yingmao lit a small lamp to lead the way in front and led them down the steps. The deeper it went, the colder it became.

The officials felt that it was really cold below. Even a night Pearl was inlaid in the walls on both sides a section of the way. At this time, it was emitting a frightening green light. Some timid people even unconsciously took up their small hands and talked to each other to comfort.

Hu Yingmao took the emperor and them into the king's room and lit the candlestick in the room.

The room can only hold more than 20 people at most.

It's a good thing. Officials below the second grade are not qualified to enter. They are reduced to the big room outside, which is dry and frozen. More than 50 people held their arms and stared at each other. They didn't expect that they were laughing at officials below the seventh grade just now. In the twinkling of an eye, it was their turn not to enter the house.

Hu Yingmao introduced to the emperor that he was responsible for the coffin opening and autopsy of Prince Hui.

Chu Tang has worked in Dali temple for more than 20 years. He has been through a hundred battles. The cut bodies are enough to look down on the capital. At this time, he was holding a knife in his hand, but he trembled more than his first autopsy.

”Open the coffin.”

Chu Tang suddenly heard the emperor speak and knelt down on his knees.

The emperor frowned and said, ”I let you open the coffin, but I didn't let you kneel down.”

”Yes, yes.” The storage hall stood up trembling, pressed the mechanism on the coffin and popped out the coffin inside. He pushed away the coffin. Gu Xingyun, who was beside the emperor, came over and said, ”I'll come.”

The storage hall stopped and stood aside, asking Gu Shizi to take Prince Hui out and put him on the central marble bed.

The body of Lord Hui is well preserved. His face was a little pale, but his face was still lifelike. Dressed in the shroud of the prince's specifications, the left hand sticks to the Susi towel and the right hand sticks to the sandalwood fan, which means that it is cool and carefree.

The emperor and the Marquis looked at each other, and their eyes were full of grief.

Gu Xingyun took a deep breath and began to undress Lord Hui. The shroud is cumbersome. There are seven clothes and three pairs of trousers. There are five short shirts and two long shirts. The short one is on the inside and the long one is on the outside. Gu Xingyun untied the buttons one by one, and then opened them layer by layer. The movement was very gentle, but it moved everyone present.

When all the clothes have been stripped, the open chest and abdomen of Lord Hui are exposed. Gu Xingyun finally breathed out a mouthful of turbid qi and let him aside.

When Hu Yingmao saw that Gu Shizi was out of the way, it was time to have a caesarean section and hurriedly pushed the Chu Tang. The storage hall stumbled and almost didn't kiss Lord Hui.

In the small room, I could only hear the people take a breath.