Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Chapter 616: Living Bodhisattva

Wen Panshi asked everyone.

Jing Rong: "Why? Do you want Ben to kill all of you?"

"..."

"If you want this king's hands to be stained with blood, it is not impossible, but Mr. Ji pleads for you and guarantees again and again. This king has also thought about it carefully, considering one or two, if it really kills you, then your Hundreds of thousands of troops will definitely rebel, and the result will only be gains and losses. In this case, it is better to let you go. The king can still take a favor and wait for the case to be determined and make the final decision."

Wen Panshi was a bit surprised by his remarks, but he was also very grateful.

He was the military commander who had always spoken out, and he always respected Jingrong.

For a moment, the mute suddenly attached his hands and gave a gift.

"Rong Wang's kindness, Wen Mou will remember his whole life, please forgive me for the previous things, if you and I are really enemies in the future, Wen Mou will not hurt you."

"Ben Wang hopes... there won't be that day."

Yes!

If that day does come, the two armies will be in conflict and only the people will be harmed.

Wen Panshi sullenly said nothing.

On that day, Jing Rong ordered everyone to be released, and the prison, which was originally like a dumpling, finally returned to its usual state.

Yamen is the same!

The bureaucracy of "Wuwei Shengtang" is still "Weiwu Shengtang". Should we guard the door or the door? Should we continue to patrol the streets...

Everything is restored to the original appearance of Yufu.

The people of Yufu didn't say a word, nor did they know anything.

However, the Si and Wen families were still sealed. Wen Panshi temporarily dismissed his soldiers and horses, and took Mrs. Wen and Xiao Xiyue to the house outside his son Wen Xian.

It's a happy life.

The lost disaster relief silver was also found from the cave and moved back to the post, but this time, the people of Jingrong were guarded throughout the day, and there was no way to close the air.

can--

What should I do with this money?

After Langpo set up the money, he hurried to Jingrong to report, "Your lord, the disaster relief silver is now back. Shouldn't it be distributed to the people? Or should you buy some supplies or something?"

After being infiltrated into the Sijia secret room that day, Langpo was indeed injured, and he was punched a few punches in his face. He is still bruised. Fortunately, the purpose of those people is to attract Jingrong, so he did not kill him at that time. He was only tied up in the secret room, and when Mo Ruo went to remove the explosives, he was rescued.

After coming out, he has been following up the disaster relief bank.

Jing Rong listened to his report, frowning and raising his brow, thinking, "It is absolutely impossible to recover the disaster relief silver, but if it is not appropriate to keep the silver on the post, it can be distributed to those people. When the time comes, the court will definitely Will know."

"What about the money?"

What should I do?

Jing Rong also worried.

I walked back and forth a few times, and my mind was running fast, trying to find a good way as soon as possible.

"Huh!" He raised his eyes, "This king has a good idea."

"What idea?"

"You take some people and wait until it's dark, then secretly send the money to the poor people. Remember, you must never show your tracks, and you must catch fast when you are acting, and not be seen."

Delivered door to door!

This trick is indeed feasible!

Wouldn't it be good to leave a name?

Langpo praised, "It's still the wise man."

"Okay, hurry and do it as soon as possible."

"Yes." He was about to go, but he asked seriously, "Your lord, there is something else to be said by your subordinates."

"Say."

"The prince came here to investigate the case where the disaster relief silver was lost, but now it is clearly found but can not be declared, nor can it be reported to the court, if the case is concealed, then the prince... wouldn't it never return to Beijing."

Listening, Jing Rong's face was deep.

a long time--

"Since it's a good decision, I won't change my mind."

"My lord..." Langpo wanted to persuade him again.

"Okay, you don't need to say more, this king will repair a copy of Cambodia and go to the capital, and the father and emperor will not be able to detect the disaster relief."

Langpo said nothing but sigh in a low voice.

As long as his grandfather reported truthfully, the emperor would order him to return to Beijing. However, the prince was determined to hide and the road back to Beijing was very bumpy.

But Jing Rong has always believed that when she is small, she is great.

On that day, Jing Rong immediately repaired a copy of Cambodia and sent him to Beijing.

Langpo also secretly took people from house to house and sent money to the people.

For a time, all the people in Yufu County were telling a fairy to save the people, have mercy on them, and then they gave a life-saving silver to save their lives.

Some people say that it is Shi Yin, the god of wealth.

Some people say that it is the martial arts hero who robs the rich and helps the poor.

Some people say that it was sent by rich people.

someone said……

Messy, many versions.

Anyway, it came out alive, in the pub, teahouse, gambling house and brothel...all spread.

Mr. Shu in the teahouse is even more amazing.

He opened a folding fan, grabbed the peanut in hand, and threw one into his mouth.

Started with a loud voice, "It is said that that night, when a certain big man woke up in the night and just opened his eyes, he saw a ray of light coming in from outside the window. It was colorful and full of light, and only heard a whimper. A figure came in from the window. The man was dressed in white-roofed angled boots, with hair falling from three thousand to a thin waist, almond eyes, cherry mouth, high-nosed nose with willows and double eyebrows. When the fingertips spread out, the silver of the white flowers fell into the hands of the big man, and the amount of money was measured. It can be seen that there is a lot of silver.

Pappa-

All those who listened to the book were applauding.

Someone said, "I also saw that it was indeed a female bodhisattva."

"Yeah, in fact, I saw it at the time. I worked late that night and came home. As soon as I pushed the door in, I saw a shadow flashing over, and there was a pack of silver on the table."

"So magical?"

"Isn't it? I think it must be that God looks at our pity, so I sent in silver relief."

Everyone nodded again and again.

But someone sighed again, "You said, what happened to the disaster relief silver issued by the imperial court in previous years?"

"Who knows, anyway, when it was delivered to the Yamen, it was filled with stones and a piece of silver was not seen. In my opinion, I might not be tired of it."

This was the end of the sentence, and a folding fan knocked hard on the man's head.

Mr. Storyteller said, "Your boy, there is nothing to hide. The court's disaster relief money is not lost, is it ridiculous, is it that we people talk about it? You better not talk nonsense here, lest you be caught, You send it to the Yamen to get the board."