Bone Painting Coroner

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Jing Rong was a stubborn person, even if he died, he would not admit it.

He also knew that even if he pushed General Li out, Jing would not believe it, because what Jing wanted was that he died.

The demon in Jing Yi's heart became more and more inflated, the more the whip in his hand showed no mercy, and the whip was sucked on Jing Rong's body.

until--

After taking more than 20 whips, he stopped!

Jing Rong was drawn away with blood stains on his body, and the flesh exploded, very tragic.He hung his head, his mouth was bleeding, and his bun fell down, covering the pale face.

King also sees this.He lifted his head with the whip's hand, forcing his weak eyes to look at himself.

"Why do you suffer this kind of pain? If you are in custody, you can still walk out of the inner prison without any trouble."

"..."

"Jing Rong, don't blame me for disregarding brotherhood. If you want to kill the emperor, you should think of the present, but if I were you, don't bite and refuse to admit it. Today, I won't kill you. Think carefully. Later, answer me again, whether it is death or alive, it is your choice."

Jing Rong gasped in his mouth, and his bloody lips cracked into a chilling smile.

Voice: "What you do today, in the future, I will definitely give you back thousands of times."

"Give it back to me? It depends on whether you have this opportunity!" After that, Jing Yi dropped the blood-stained whip to the ground and ordered the guard: "Bring King Rong down. Tomorrow, this King will come to question again."

"Yes!"

The guard released the dying scene tied to the stake and dragged him to the prison.

Jing Yi looked at the blood whip on the ground, thinking about what Jing Rong said...

Rongwang Mansion

After a night passed, Ji Yunshu had been anxious. At this moment, Lang Po hurriedly brought Mo Ruo over.

"I'm just drunk for a night, why did such a big thing happen?" Mo Ruoren asked before he came in.

Ji Yunshu told Mo Ruo the whole story.

Mo Ruo clapped the table: "The old fox was so cruel to kill the king!" And he said: "Since the old fox did it, it can be reported to the emperor truthfully. How can Jingrong bear this charge?"

"I haven't thought about it." Ji Yunshu was worried: "The batch of problematic lanterns has been destroyed, and Jingrong did touch the batch of lanterns, the evidence is gone, and there is the Zhang master of the waitress. Testify, ask, will the emperor believe that Jing Rong did it? Or do he believe that a veteran of the three dynasties who once held military power did it?"

Of course I believe Jingrong did it!

Mo Ruo was not awake yet, squeezed his fists and hit the table hard.

At this moment, a little girl suddenly came in from the outside, her face was very anxious, ran to Ji Yunshu, sighed slightly, took out a letter from her sleeve and handed it to her.

And said: "Mr. Ji, this is the princess Huiwen's order slave-servant sent you out of the palace, said that you want to hand it to you."

Princess Huiwen?

That is Kong Yu!

Without asking, Ji Yunshu hurriedly opened the letter. His hands shook and almost shivered. Mo Ruo took the letter from her and looked at it, his face dignified and worried.

"Yi Wang went to the internal prison and tried Jing Rong? What rights does he have?" Mo Ruo was angry.

Ji Yunshu: "The emperor has already awakened and met the king. Presumably he had received the order of the emperor, otherwise he would not have such a courage."

"You mean, the emperor really believes that this matter is related to Jing Rong?"

"I don't know." Ji Yunshu shook his head and said to Lang Po: "Brother Lang, can you let me go to the prison inside the big house?"

Langpo was shocked: "Mr. Ji, that is the prison inside the prison, not the prison of the criminal department. No one can enter without the order of the emperor."

"I can!" It was Mo Ruo who continued, "Moh's permission was given by the emperor, and he could enter the palace at any time, and Ouchi was jailed in the palace, which was also allowed."

This is true!

...

That day, Mo Ruo took Ji Yunshu to the palace.

Ji Yunshu deliberately put on a black cloak, lowered his coat, and covered his face.

At the entrance of the Ouchi prison, the guards stopped the two.

Mo Ruo took a serious face and glanced at the bodyguard: "Are you blind? Can't you recognize your son?"

The bodyguard said: "Mogongzi, of course I recognize it."

"Recognize it!"

"But this is the prison of the big internal prison, you can't enter without the will of the emperor." The guard's attitude was very determined.

Moruo was a cold nail, took out the jade card on his body, and put it in front of the guard.

"Look, this is the jade given to me by the emperor. As long as there is this piece of jade, anyone in the palace can go, and the same can be said for the Ouchi prison."

"This……"

"The one who dares to block is to disobey the decree, can you afford it?"

I have to say that Mo Ruo's ability to intimidate people is still good. The guard's eyes shook and his body shivered involuntarily. His hands were attached: "Mo Gongzi please come in."

Mo Ruo grinned, put away Yu Pei, and took Ji Yunshu ready to enter.

At the next moment, the bodyguard stopped Ji Yunshu: "This is this?"

Mo Ruo immediately pulled Ji Yunshu behind him and returned with a straight face: "I am a child of Mo Family."

With the title of Mo Family, the guards dare not stop him.

After entering the prison, the foul smell and bloody smell became stronger and stronger, and Ji Yunshu's heart shuddered more and more.

She never thought of it, a royal man in Jingrongtang would be imprisoned in such a place.

When he was outside the jail where Jing Rong was detained, Ji Yunshu's body shook and his eyes suddenly turned red.

In the cell, Jing Rong still leaned on the cold wall, unable to hang his head, and there were blood stains on his body, and the blood stains had dried up, but the bloody smell still spread to the tip of her nose.

She grasped the stake with both hands, and slowly squatted down, taking off the hood on her head, red eyes, and called.

"Jingrong."

The white, slender hands clutched the stakes tightly, and the nails seemed to sink deep into the stakes.

It took a long time for Jing Rong to support his head, and those bloody eyes gathered a soft light under the messy hair to look at Ji Yunshu.

Slowly, Wen Wen smiled and said weakly: "This king knows that your little fairies will come."

Ji Yunshu's tears suddenly fell down, speech blocked, speechless.

Jing Rong braced himself up and walked toward Ji Yunshu with his crumbling body. He bent his feet, squatted down, reached out his hand, and gently touched Ji Yunshu's face, still with a soft smile.

"Yunshu, don't worry, this king will be fine."

Ji Yunshu bit his lip violently, distressed, and took Jing Rong's hand on his face.

"Does it hurt, does it hurt?"