Bone Painting Coroner

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Yuhua Court

Mo Ruo drank some wine, just woke up, and after finding the smell of wine, he found something in the room.

Crackling--

The whole house was turned upside down!

The boy outside the door came in and swept around and asked, "Master, what are you looking for?"

"What about the box I brought back?"

"Which box?"

"A wooden box with a lock engraved on it."

Mo Ruo had to turn over, and the books and objects in the room were swept to the ground.

The child scratched his head, violently remembered, rushed out, and turned out under the corner of the table.

"Master, here it is!"

As the box was pulled out, the broken foot table lost its balance.

The sound of "bang" fell, and all the herbs on it were knocked over to the ground.

Mo Ruo looked out, his eyes were green.

Reached out and took the box from the boy's hand, scolding, "You little bastard, who asked you to put my box on the table?"

"Master, I'm wrong! This box is after you returned from Rongwang Mansion yesterday. After drinking, you stuffed it under this rotten table corner and shouted to repair the table. I couldn't pull it. I saw that the table was usable. Just put the medicinal materials up, you can't wrong me!"

so innocent!

Moruo was embarrassed for a while!

Because he knew that he had drunk too much, and indeed did such a scandal.

However, this scandal is nothing. It's better than having to undress and lying on the bed and sleeping with Jing Rong after drinking with Jing Rong two years ago.

"Okay, when I wronged you."

Mo Ruo held the box and folded out of the door.

"Where is the master?"

"Into the palace!"

...

Royal Palace

In the prosperous palace, the red walls and green tiles, and the gold plaques are like platinum.

In this large temporary palace, apart from the cold palace, there is only one desolate and desolate place.

That is the Tongren Hall!

The palace of the fourth prince Jingxian!

The entire palace wall was in disrepair, the broken wall, the green tiles pecked by the crow, the weeds in the courtyard, and even the paper windows were broken one by one.

This shows the ruined misfortune of Tongren Hall!

Naturally, it also shows Jingxian's status!

Although Jingxian has been named a king, he can establish his own portal and build a house, but Emperor Qizhen stripped him of his privileges and placed Jingxian in the palace on the grounds of his sickness, so that he could be sick.

It stands to reason that Emperor Qi Zhen can still remember Jingxian's illness, leaving him in the palace and arranging a doctor to diagnose and treat the condition. Naturally, it is good to treat this son, but except for this, there is nothing and nothing Don't ask.

As a result, the palace people felt that the magi was famous, and gradually alienated the Tongren Hall. Even in the end, basically no one came except for sending some Fengyin and three meals.

The Manchu civil and military officials also knew that Emperor Qi Zhen carried out the trapping technique on Jingxian!

It is equivalent to tying his hands and feet and keeping him by his side. His every move is within the scope of his vision, and one line, one word, is all in the eyes of Emperor Qi Zhen.

But some people do not understand that Jing Xian is a diseased child, and his mother's family is not obvious. There is no threat at all. Why did Emperor Qi Zhen want to trap him beside him?

This question, everyone has never delved into, nor dare to delve into!

In the main hall, it is still relatively clean. Although the inner room is not fancy, it can be regarded as everything!

The two windows in the house are facing each other, and outside is a maple tree. In the spring season, the tree sprouts and the leaves are green.

The shade fell on the wooden frame of the window, swaying faintly!

On the rocking chair in front of the window, Jing Xian leaned on it, slightly lowered his eyes, and his face was pale and white, but he was also a handsome man.

The genes of the royal family are indeed powerful!

The eunuch Fulu came in from the outside and put a bowl of soup in his hand and placed it on the case at the hands of Jingxian.

"Sage King, it's time to take medicine!"

"Leave it."

"It's cold, don't let it cool down."

Jingxian had to take the bowl of medicine and drink it.

Fu Lu bowed his waist and said, "Today Tai Chi opened a new prescription, saying that the medicinal material was taken from Tianshan. It will be useful, and the king will soon get better."

Jing Xian gazed out of the window. Over the years, the word he heard most was probably the one that Fu Lu said.

With a wry smile, "Good and bad, for me, it is no longer necessary."

Fulu sighed in his heart. He was seen to have grown up with Jingxian. The child suffered a lot, and he also felt distressed.

"The prince's illness will definitely get better. The old slave believes that the maiden is in the sky and will surely bless the prince."

"It's been 14 years, how can you mention my mother." Jing Xian said sadly.

"It's not good to be an old slave."

"Come back, I want a break."

"Yes!"

Seeing Jingxian close her eyes, Fulu held an empty bowl and retreated slightly.

Just arrived at the door, ushered in a person.

Mo Ruo stepped forward, holding a long box in his hand, his face was plain.

"Mr. Mo, why are you..."

Before finishing the speech, Mo Ruo raised his hand and interrupted, extended his neck and glanced into the room.

Press your index finger against your lips.

"Hush!"

Fu Lu narrowed his neck and asked, "What's wrong with Doctor Mo?"

"Be quiet, go for your work and ignore me."

"Yes!"

Mo Ruo entered the house lightly and glanced at Jingxian, who was leaning back on himself and leaning on the rocking chair, and then placed the long box in his hand carefully on the table.

"What did you bring?" Jing Xian suddenly said.

"I'm so light, do you still know that I am coming in?"

"The whole Tongren Hall has been deserted for so many years, and I can hear the sound of falling leaves."

It looks sad.

Mo Ruo smiled, and came over with a box and sat next to him.

Ask, "How are you doing recently?"

"Old look!"

"Let me see."

Jingxian raised his sleeve robe and reached over.

Mo Ruo lowered his veins for him, his brows were still stretched, and his fingers left Jingxian's wrist.

"The doctor at the Tai Hospital changed the medicine for you?"

Jing Xian gave a "huh" sound.

"Don't I tell you when I left, according to the prescription I gave you?

"Oh? Really? I don't remember much."

The tone is neither salty nor light!

Mo Ruo displeased, "You and Jingrong's temperament are really two extremes. He is stubborn and stubborn, and he is very strong, but you are cold and indifferent, don't care about anything, not rare, and don't even care about your own life."

Seeing him anxious, Jingxian's pale lips ticked, and he smiled, and said to him, "I can't cure this disease, don't worry too much. I'm just an empty shell. Still counting on one day, will it be like ordinary people?"

"With me, you will be fine."

"It's been 14 years, and your father is helpless."

Moruo mumbled and handed him the box he brought, "The old man's medical skills are not as good as mine, he can't cure the disease, I can, this thing is from outside, it is helpful to your disease, put it in Smell around you every day. Also, don’t drink medicine prescribed by Taiyi recently, and follow the prescription I prescribed before.

Jingxian opened the box!

Inside is a sky-blue medicinal plant with lush bamboo leaves and roots and vines.

"what is this?"

"Wuxincao, you can't work hard, this medicine can smooth you down, and you can't ask for this medicine for as much money."

"I am a dying person, why waste this medicine."