Bone Painting Coroner

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yamen

The county prince is still at rest. He spent a night in Dongjiao Village last night. He didn't squint for an hour, and the outside government came knocking on the door.

"Sir, someone beats the drum."

The county's uncle turned over, but nothing happened again.

"Sir, someone beats the drum."

The county prince reluctantly got up from the bed, put on his official uniform and official boots, and slowly went to the hall. Before his eyes opened, he gave a shock.

"Who beats the drum?"

Under the hall, the two men were dressed in Chinese robes and stood one after the other. The former's eyebrows showed the noble spirit of the nobility, while the latter wore a sword with courage.

Jing Rong looked around the hall, but did not see the little scholar yesterday.

The county prince never saw anyone holding his name, his thumb rubbed his eyes, and then he opened it to see who was coming.

Isn't that the son who came with Ji Shuhan in Dongjiao Village last night?

"Who is coming? Why drumming?" The county grandfather asked again according to the rules.

"Sir, my son is here today, and he was looking for the painter. Please tell her to come out." Lang Bo said intentionally.

"Looking for Yunshu?" The county grandfather whispered softly, pinched an abacus in his hand, and raised his eyes, said: "Mr. Ji is not in office today, you will come again in another day."

"Where is she?" Jing Rong said.

"How can she know where she is, if it's okay, just leave. The drum outside the Yamen can't be knocked casually." The county grandfather didn't sleep well, and was naturally impatient.

Jing Rong looked blank, and glanced at Langpo. Langpo understood that he pulled out a sign from his waist and it came out.

"Liu Qingping, open your eyes and see."

Oops, dare to call him the name of his official master!

The county's grandfather, standing up, took the gavel and prepared to shoot, but suddenly saw the words on the token.

The gavel fell with a clatter in his hand.

When even carrying the official uniform, Ha Yao walked down the high hall, greeted him up, his feet trembling, and he fell to his knees.

"Rong... Rong Wang, Xiaguan has no eyes, I don't know if it's... Rong Wang is here, he is neglected, and he hopes Rong Wang will forgive his sins."

Jing Rong glanced at him, but his face changed quickly.

"The unknowing is not guilty, and this king doesn't want to disturb too many people, so don't have to pay a gift, get up."

"Thanks... Rong... Rong Wang."

The county prince was out of sweat, and his legs were shaking so badly that he didn't stand up straight after standing up for a while.

"I wonder why Rong Wang came... for what?"

Lang Bo's mouth turned up and opened the mouth for Jing Rong.

"Isn't that what I said? Come today, you are looking for the artist yesterday, and you let her come out immediately."

"This……"

"What's this, a little painter, can't you just stand up?"

The county's grandpa quickly shook his hand: "No, no, no, Xiaguan sent someone to find her." He turned his head to the government and said, "I haven't rushed to find Mr. Ji yet."

"Yes."

The bureaucrat went away.

The county's grandfather feared to neglect this big buddha. He was also waist-waisted, and he accompanied Jing Rong and Lang Po to the backyard with a smile, soaked a pot of fine tea, and stood by himself, still trembling. Lifting his sleeves and wiping sweat.

When did Jinjiang City come to such a big man?

Jing Rong tastes a sip of tea, Jinjiang is rich in tea, and the aroma of the tea is pungent, the entrance is sweet, and the name is well-deserved.

"Who is that painter?" Jing Rong said.

"Her name is Ji Yunshu, and we are famous painters in Jinjiang City." The county's uncle answered.

"How to be famous?"

"In these years, there are a lot of carrion and scorched corpses in our county, which are unclaimed. Since Mr. Daji came, whether it is carrion or bone, it is possible to draw the appearance of the dead before life, not only that , She also solved many cases for her junior officials."

The county magistrate seemed to be proud of his face.

"Such a strange person? Nestled in this small Jinjiang City, it's a bit of a squad." Langpo said, looking at his master intentionally or unintentionally.

It seems to have a deep meaning!

Jing Rong raised an eyebrow: "Only these?"

The county prince thought: "Mr. Ji has a bad temper."

"What's wrong?"

The county's lord Zhiwu Wuwu: "No... I like to talk a lot, my temper is a bit cold."

cold?How cold is it?

Jing Rong took a cup of tea and took another sip of tea.

Within a short while, the government service came in to report.

"Mr. Ji is sleeping in the house and says he will not live today."

The county's grandfather's face was blue, and a cold sweat emerged.

On the one hand, Ji Yunshu, who is regarded as a treasure by him, and on the other, the Rongwang who has the right, which can make him stumped.

This team must stand well!