Bone Painting Coroner

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"With me, you will not die!"

At this point, Mo Ruo promised countless times.

Jing Xian smiled lightly, closed the box, put it aside, and looked out the window with heavy eyelids.

The tone of voice was weak, "Mo Ruo, my life and death cannot be left to me. After the death of my concubine 14 years ago, I have been staying in this closed palace wall, day after day, year after year, this The person, like a puppet, is being watched and kept by medicines. Even if he takes a step outside the palace gate, he will stare at countless eyes. On this day, it is not a torment, but it is really a bit tiring."

Very bleak!

For fourteen years, everything about him was trapped in this ruined palace.

To put it bluntly, his life was imprisoned by Emperor Qi Zhen. Even if the prince would reign in the future and stay with him for life, he was destined to live in this cage.

Mo Ruo took his arm seriously and said, "Wait, wait until you are ill, there is no reason for the emperor to trap you in the palace."

"Is there such a day?"

"Yes, you should believe me!"

"Mo Ruo, thank you." Jing Xian's pale lips, a smile grateful.

"Your mother-in-law is kind to my Mo family and should help you, not to mention my father's account before death, and I must try to cure your illness. The old guy entrusted me with the heavy responsibility. I can't let him in Even under the Nine Springs, he will not die."

Absolutely filial son!

Although Mo Ruo hangs down and loves wine and beauty, he has always said what he must do, not to mention his dead father.

"In short, take good care of your sickness, and don't think about it."

"Got it." Jing Xian responded and asked again, "Yes, I heard that the father and emperor handed over the case of disappearance in the capital to Jing Rong. How can I find out?"

"Almost didn't die."

Ok?

Jing Xian asked eagerly, "What's wrong? But something went wrong in the middle?"

Mo Ruo shook his head and sighed again, "The case was confirmed, but he was slightly injured."

"is it serious?"

"With me there, it's natural, it's just his temperament, you know, a rib. Although saving one's life is better than making a seven-level floating car, it's only him who saves his life to save people."

Jing Xian naturally couldn't understand it, and didn't get into it anymore.

There was only a cry, "He is fine, this case is resolved, the father and emperor naturally allowed him to open the coffin, if the case of the Imperial Palace is really clear, his day view will be in the middle of the DPRK, and naturally there will be some Promote, but you have to remind him that you shouldn’t be too fast."

Mo Ruo wondered, "You kid, alone in this colleague's palace, thought you didn't listen to things outside the window, but you can pile piles and pieces, but you know very well in your heart!"

"Loneliness is of course good. If you look at the branches and leaves back to the roots every day, there will be dull moments. You will listen to Fulu and talk about the outside things. It is also a time-consuming process. You know that Fulu has nothing to do. I’m older and I like to do business. Outside the palace, I like to listen to everything with my ears upright. After I hear it, I can’t hide it, so I will talk to you. For the time being, I love to listen."

It seemed that Jing Xian had finished speaking for a long time, and every sentence was exhausted.

And Mo Ruo on the side listened patiently, even curious, and sat upright.

Asked, "Then I want to hear it. What else does Fulu tell you?"

"It's time to say everything."

"Oh? Let me listen. I have been away from Beijing for some time. Things in Beijing are not fully heard. You can make up for me."

Just pour a cup of tea and nibble melon seeds!

Jing Xian narrowed his eyes, but his body was a little tired. His white slender fingers were slowly closed into his wide sleeves.

Slowly said, "In the past two days, probably the Qu Jiang people who messed up in the frontier will go to Beijing. You remember to remind Jing Rong to let him wait for the frontier to be resolved before investigating the case of the Imperial Palace. Time to go to Linshan to open the coffin, so as not to cause displeasure to the father and emperor."

Mo Ruo didn’t hear any interesting gossip, it was inevitable that he was a little lost, patted his thigh, got up, and said, "Well, I’ll bring it to him for you, and you have a good rest. Next time, I will go into the palace to see you again. , You can stay here with peace of mind, one day, sooner or later, you can be out of the palace."

At this point, Jingxian only smiled faintly.

His eyes drooped, and he said, "The concubine once said that the fallen leaves will return to their roots, and they will eventually return to their original place and leave the palace? Is there really such a day..."

The voice is getting weaker and weaker!

Getting lighter!

Jing Xian, sitting on the rocking chair, nodded, and gradually fell asleep.

Mo Ruo sighed softly, thinking that the prince of this world, probably only Jingxian had such a miserable life.

He took a thin blanket to cover Jingxian's body and left the inner room.

Called Fulu, and asked, "Let's take care of the king, remember, don't drink the medicine sent by the hospital too. Follow the prescription I prescribed before to catch the medicine. You must watch him drink it, understand?"

Fulu nodded, "Old slave understands!"

Mo Ruo looked at the ruined scene of the yard and said, "Where is this resident? Anyway, he is also a prince. You can send someone to repair it. It should be added."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Fulu should also be off.

Mo Ruo glanced into the room and left uneasy.

...

The missing case was resolved. Jing Zhaoyin sorted the papers and prepared to report them to Dali Temple for the record, but he went to Rong Wang Mansion first and gave the papers to Rong Wang.

Pavilion!

"As long as the Dali Temple seals this case, the case will be closed. The prince will have to go to the palace in person after the injury is healed? Like the king, go to the holy place?"

To put it bluntly, it is to let Jing Rong ask for merits, and hope that Emperor Qizhen will be happy, what can he reward!

Together with him Jingzhao Yin can also be covered!

Although Jing Rong had bandages on his head and hands, he always kept his weak state. The falcon's tight eyebrows were still burning.

Take a sip of a cup of tea.

Gently put it down and said, "No need, let Dali Temple deal with it, and there is that Gan Heliang, how to try, how to try, although there is no murder, the ruins can be destroyed, it is equivalent to the same crime."

"Yes, Xiaguan understands."

"Go on."

Jing Zhaoyin arched his hands, packed his papers and prepared to leave.

In the distance, Lu Jiang suddenly hurriedly came, standing dignified, standing outside the pavilion.

"Sir, no good."

"What's the matter?" Jing Rongsu asked.

"Miss Ruan, missing!"

boom--

The teacup, on Jingrong's fingertips, landed firmly on the table.

at the same time--

Dongyuan's little girl walked into the house holding Ji Yunshu's clean clothes, and handed her a neatly folded note.

"Mr. Ji, is this note yours?"

Ji Yunshu took a confused look.

"mine?"

The girl nodded!

"It fell from the clothes that the husband changed."

"Which clothes?"

"The clothes that Mr. wore when he was injured."