Bone Painting Coroner

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Cai Mulan, Ji Muqing's girl, just took the scene in her eyes.

Ji Wanxin and King Rong?

When did you get involved?

Cai Lan's arrogance of a top girl!

Then, he returned to Ji Muqing's courtyard.

Ji Muqing was sitting right in front of the mirror, brushing his blush on his face for a while, and the whole face turned red into a monkey butt in a moment, and then combed his hair with a comb with interest.

Since the fight was sent out of the palace, Ji Muqing has not been out of her yard. She has not seen anyone except her own beautiful maid Cai Lan.

The red and swollen images on the body faded early.

Now, it's totally alright!

But still lying in the yard to pretend to be sick, waiting for Princess Xiao to fulfill her promise!

Cai Lan leaned over and told her what she had just seen.

Ji Muqing's hand stopped, throwing the comb hard on the table.

Boom!

Angrily said: "Unexpectedly, her ambition is quite sufficient, even to seduce Rong Wang?"

"Miss, Miss II, I want to climb up!"

"On her alone? It's not a matter of self-confidence. It's a great honor for her father to grant her to the Shen family. She also hopes to become Princess Rong?"

Contempt!

Cai Lan also said with disdain: "The slave-servant looked at Rong Wang and didn't seem to like Miss II very much, she was not enthusiastic about her, but Miss II, she kept flattering."

Humph!

Ji Muqing's anger does not know where to call?

Anyway, if Ji Wanxin or Ji Yunshu married a beggar, then it was exactly what she wanted.

It stands to reason that Ji Muqing should run to find Ji Wanxin at this time, and then humiliate her harshly, but now, she has no energy to manage these things.

The prince is dead, she is really happy. After all, she didn't have the chance to marry him, so Jinghua died.

It won't take long for her to marry Jing Yi and become Princess Yi.

And maybe Jingjing will also become a prince in the future. Isn't he still the prince?

When he thought of this, Ji Muqing was in a good mood.

He turned to Cailan again and said, "That's right, if someone from Yiwang Mansion comes over these days, tell Miss Ben immediately."

"Yes."

Cai Lan should be down.

"As for Ji Wanxin and Ji Yunshu, when Miss Ben becomes the crown prince, sometimes it takes time to clean up."

When Cai Lan heard it, something was wrong!

When I couldn't hold back, I asked: "Miss, this prince is dead. How can you sit where the prince is?"

In return, it was Ji Muqing's fierce cold eyes, and he asked, "Are you talking again?"

"Slave slave is... just..."

Snapped!

Before he finished talking, Ji Muqing raised his hand and waved it with a slap.

Cai Lan knelt down immediately and begged for mercy: "The slave-servant knew the wrong thing, and Miss Qiu bypassed the slave-servant."

"Humph!" Ji Muqing glared at her, raised her chin, and was overbearing and arrogant: "Even if the prince is dead, the emperor will re-establish the prince, and this lady will still be the prince, this position, no one can take away, you Listen to me, there is only one princess, it’s me."

"Yes, the slave-maid knew."

Ji Muqing waved fiercely this time and let Cai Lan go out, but he sat down and continued to dress.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I am really satisfied.

What happened just now did not seem to happen!

The heart of a woman is really a needle in the sea.

...

After Jing Rong left the General Mansion, he went to Zhuxi Garden.

Ji Yunshu looked at the bone portrait and stayed in the room for a whole day. If the girls reminded her that the sky was dark, she would not even look out.

On the desk case, many blank sheets of paper were placed in disorder.

The above are all the pictures she drew, everything is there, and others can't understand...

She twisted her pantothenic acid neck, put down what was on her hands, washed her hands, and after using dinner, just after leaving the yard, she saw Jing Rong pacing.

Seeing him with a smile in his mouth, there was a whole series of doors.

"Eat?" Jing Rong asked.

"Yep."

"what did you eat?"

"Babam wing belly!

"What did you drink?"

"Cool white."

Question and answer.

It was as if the two neighbors met and greeted each other.

Just drop the sentence "eating and drinking"!

Ji Yunshu rolled a piece of white cloth in his hand and walked under a tree in the yard. He tipped his toes and tried to hang the white cloth in his hand.

Jing Rong was confused, and asked behind her: "What are you doing?"

"Ching Ming Festival!"

"what?"

"In memory of the days of loved ones."

Ji Yunshu answered without looking back.

In fact, Ji Yunshu didn't understand why Da Lin didn't say that the Ching Ming Festival said that Da Lin only had an annual festival, and it was also a memorial service on the New Year's Day.

Because there is no Ching Ming Festival, Ji Yunshu tied a white strip to the big tree in his yard.

Tomb sweeping as a memorial service!

Jing Rong stepped forward, took the white strip in her hand, and easily tied it to the branch.

On the other side, he said, "Tsing Ming Festival? Why hasn’t this King heard about it? Does Da Lin have this festival?"

"There are in us, every year today, we will return home, go to the grave of our loved ones to sweep the grave, as a memorial service, and will also hang some white paper and burn some incense paper."

"Annual Festival?"

"No! But, it's almost the same."

Bai Tie was tied up, Jing Rong clapped her hands and asked her, "So, are you going to pay tribute to your third brother or your grandmother?"

"My mother."

Ji Yunshu looked at the slightly swaying white stripe, with miss in his eyes.

Jing Rong asked: "Have you seen your mother?"

She shook her head: "No, as soon as I was born, my mother would have had a hard time dying. My father said that when my mother died, she hugged me tightly. I can only see her picture. Um... is a portrait."

Of course, it is of course my mother in modern times, not here.

Jing Rong listened, twisting her eyebrows distressedly, holding her hand tightly, ten fingers clasped tightly.

then--

He looked at the white stripe in front of him and said seriously, "Ms. Ji, I promise, I will always be with Yunshu by this life, will take care of her, protect her, and will not let her be wronged and hurt, if you are in the sky If you are spirited, please bless us, no matter how hard the road ahead is, we can take it one by one."

Ji Yunshu looked at him sideways and quietly listened to his words.

Indeed, very touching!

Ji Yunshu's mouth overflowed with a faint smile, plunging into his comfortable arms.

Jing Rong's chin rested gently on the top of her head and softly called out.

"Yunshu."

"Yep?"

Jing Rong stopped talking, and finally—

Shaking his head: "It's okay, just holding you quietly is enough."

He held her tighter!

That night, Jing Rong did not return to the Rong Wang Mansion, and stayed. He even made a trip to Ji Yunshu's bed.

There was also a loud enjoyment in his mouth: "Comfortable!"

Ji Yunshu squinted him: "You go to rest quickly, it's already late."

"Well." As he said, Jing Rong pulled the quilt and rolled around himself, occupying Ji Yunshu's bed.

Brother, I made you go back to your house to sleep!