Bone Painting Coroner

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taste?

Ji Yunshu twisted his nose and sniffed on himself.

Jing Rong was a sincere lord, leaning over and rubbing his nose against her.

She shrank her shoulders and took two steps back.

"I didn't make you smell like this."

"If you don't smell like this, how do you know if you have a taste?"

He said very seriously.

With a bad ruff.

Peach Blossom Eye seemed to pierce Ji Yunshu through a hole.

She made her a little uncomfortable and simply walked forward quickly, unwilling to take care of him.

Jing Rong chased a few steps, leaning halfway on her body, leaning on her small, thin shoulder, and said, "Yun Shu, Yun Shu, you have a smell, but it's just that taste, not salty or light, not turbid. Unclear, what is it? It looks like... a woman's fragrance."

puff--

Ji Yunshu almost didn't vomit blood and gave him a fierce glance

Then, he stretched out ten prime fingers, flipped back and forth a few times in front of him, and lifted up the clear and clean eyes, facing the evil eyes of Jing Rong.

"I guessed wrong. It was not a woman's fragrance, but a corpse smell. It was only after I touched Master Zhang's body that it seemed I had time to wash my hands. You might as well smell it carefully to see if it is corpse smell."

While speaking, she put her hands up to Jing Rong's nose.

Jing Rong was disgusted and flicked away like stepping on shit.

"Ji Yunshu, you are the king of disgust."

"Obviously you are disgusting me, what a woman's fragrance? You nose, you should really find Mo Ruo to cure."

"..."

Speechless!

At this moment, Jing Rong wanted to strangle her heart, but the thought was just a flash, after all, a long night, this woman is her sleeping pill!

Ji Yunshu frowned and whispered again, "Actually, you can't blame you if you can't smell it, after all...you're not a cat."

After that, quickly walked forward.

behind--

"Hey, Ji Yunshu, you made it clear to Ben Wang. Ben Wang was originally not a cat, but a dragon!"

I am a dragon!

I am a dragon!

The real dragon is good.

After hearing this, Ji Yunshu snickered.

Sometimes, Jing Rong is more lovely than Wei Yi!

Soon, the two arrived at the appeasement prison!

When he went in, Ji Yunshu didn't let Jing Rong follow, and went to see Momo alone.

The moisture in the cell is very heavy, with a foul odor and stuffy smell, which is very unpleasant.

She frowned, her brows closed.

Looking at the woman in the cell sitting on the ground, back against the cold wall, the costume was beaten and cracked with many mouths, blood stains after blood.

Ji Yunshu squatted in front of her, kneeled on the ground, reached out, and pinched her cheek gang, the pressure on her fingertips was neither light nor heavy.

But forced her to meet her eyes.

On Mo's pale face, there was still oil paint that had not been washed by the jailer, and it stuck to his face like a slurry.

Her eyes were empty and weak, and the corner of her mouth was a little bit of a smile.

It's bitter!

She asked, "Are you here to save me?"

"No!"

Concise

"Then what do you want to know?"

Ji Yunshu said flatly, "Look what you want to tell me."

interesting!

"Answer?" Mo Mo's tone was weak!

"I'm not here to ask for answers, but to ask for processes."

"Process?" She blinked.

Ji Yunshu's hand grabbed her jaw, and her pale lips cracked again with a smile, saying, "In the court, the son said, let me wait for you here, and I will do everything. Tell you, okay, let me tell you."

Words fall!

Ji Yunshu released her.

Momo's head leaned back weakly against the wall, squinting slightly, with a trace of impenetrable emotion.

"For a long time, really for a long time..."

Her voice was so thin that she could not hear it unless she listened carefully.

Ji Yunshu did not interrupt her and wanted to continue listening.

I just listened to Mo Mo and said, "My mother said, I was born in a mass grave, since I was a child, I lived with my mother. At the age of five, she died, so I had to sell me to an opera team as an apprentice. Being able to get enough food and clothing, this stay has been there for 20 years. Nancheng Xiuzhuang is like a dream. Over the years, I have sung countless "Zhuangren Dreams", but sir, you know "Zhuangren Dreams" "'S story?"

Ji Yunshu nodded, "The story of the bitter cold people."

"Well, it’s the story of the bitter and cold people. The bitter and cold people who were born in the rich and rich family, fell in love with the rich man’s grandfather, and finally got pregnant, but were beaten to death by the lady in the house. Now, the man survived, and the child was born. This story is sad and desolate."

Speaking of which, the tears in the corner of his eyes fell.

Ji Yunshu is still listening carefully!

With a smile on her lips, she looked at Ji Yunshu.

"Sir, can you understand the pain that you can only rely on the medicine jar from birth? Can you understand the pain that you want to die but can't die?" Shaking your head slightly, "No, how could you Understand? I have been taking medicine for twenty-five years. I dare not break it. Fortunately, God gave me a golden voice. For so many years, I sang countless dramas and sang "Zhuangren Dreams" as if Replaying my mother's way, every time I sing, it hurts.

I know that fish and bear's paw can't have both. God gave me a golden throat, but deprived me of the right to live. My illness, I can't touch the ginseng, but I can take it, but it can make my throat better. Become famous, I chose to take Fushen, and finally, a month ago, Zhang Fu sent a post, Chengnan Xiuzhuang was invited to sing opera in the palace, I know, my chance is coming, I also know that that will be my last singing "Zhuangren's Dream", from now on, there will never be "Zhuangren's Dream", and my mother's story is finally over, I don't have to walk through the dreams of that year again and again, it's nice."

Relieved!

Mo Mo leaned over his head and looked at a small window on the side wall. Afterglow penetrated into it, splitting into rays of light.

Sprinkled on the damp straw in the cell, haunted by a faint white mist.

She raised her hand slowly, her slender five fingers spread out, and when they met the light, her five fingers curled slowly, trying to catch it, but the dim light penetrated her at the moment she clenched her fist Her skin sac, like a handful of yellow sand, leaked from her fingers.

Nothing left!

Then she took a deep breath.

"But... why didn't she die?" Momo said.

There was still unwillingness in his eyes.

she was?Who is she?

Ji Yunshu stood up, looking down at the bruised woman.

And tell her, "You can rest assured that you have sung "Zhuangren's Dream" for so many years, there will be a best ending, and it must be the ending you expect."

She looked up and looked at Ji Yunshu and said "Thank you".

Ask again, "Sir, can you do me a favor again?"

"You said."

"I have a smoker, which was left to me before my mother died. If I die, please tell the people of Chengzhuang Opera House to let them bury the smoker with me in the loess."

"it is good."

Ji Yunshu stopped talking and turned away.

In the cell, the end of the eyes slammed heavily, and the hand that originally clenched the fist was loosened little by little...