Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Chapter 747 Don’t Contend With Nai

Not difficult?

Jing Xian was curious and very interested, and then poured himself a cup of tea.

He squeezed the tea cup a few times, and the fragrance of the tea was refreshing and he took it into his mouth and took a sip.

Wait for Mo Ruo below!

But the kid was not in a hurry, but instead took iron tongs, picked up a piece of black charcoal and threw it into the stove. The black charcoal smashed lightly and splashed the Martian seed. He used the iron tongs to pour and said, " In a few months, winter is coming, I don’t know when this year’s first snow will be? Is it the same as in previous years? Or has it been postponed? It’s not as good as you guessed it, and you guessed it.”

"Your drunkard doesn't mean wine."

"It's a disappointment, I'll let you guess, and you guess it, and you won't lose a piece of meat."

Jing Xian shame.

He is not too bored to guess the snowy days.

Mo Que smiled, put aside the iron tongs in his hand and exhaled a breath. There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips. He looked at Jing Xian, who was pale, and straightened his face. "Originally, Jing Rong might have this I can’t go back to Beijing for a lifetime, but he still came back. This is his life. This is his life. No one can stop him. Even if he stays far away, he will inevitably fight for this fixed number, so this time, I I believe he will be able to seize the opportunity before the king and break the dry well case. This is like...the heavy snow every winter solstice is destined to be down, but the time is uncertain, and he is destined to win, but how to win is uncertain."

The drunkard spit philosophy!

but--

Jing Xian smiled, "When did you start to believe?"

"Not destiny, but the person in destiny."

"The one in your life?"

He nodded, "Don't you forget that the Mr. Ji next to Jing Rong is the one in his life."

The implication is that with her, Jingrong will win.

This is a kind of trust!

Jing Xian was silent, as if pondering Moruo's words. After a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was blocked by the tea cup delivered to his mouth in an instant. I took a sip, only to feel that the tea was a little warm, but there was no taste at all, the throat knot rolled, and I tried my best to put down the tea cup gently, my eyes stared at the half cup of tea shaking in the cup, and murmured.

"Party contention, party contention...what if the contention is won?"

Yes!

What about winning?

Mo Ruowen said, breathing a sigh of relief, saying, "In the final analysis, you are still the most leisurely. You can read books and write here all day long. When you are feeling down, you can also tease the beautiful pigeons you keep. It’s a good thing to hover in the party struggle, so it’s not a bad thing."

"Yeah! At least here, there is no disputes, no ambitions for Chao Gang, although it is a bit cold, but it is better than trying hard to fight for something that is not your own."

Although there was a trace of desolation on his face, there was an indisputable ease in his eyes.

however--

Mo Ruo said with words, "The snipe clams compete, and the fishermen benefit."

Uh!

Jing Xian opened his eyes and opened his lips. "You and I have known each other for more than ten or twenty years. If you have any words, let's talk straight."

See through him!

Mo Ruo seriously said, "Don't you always think of getting out of the palace?"

"So?"

"No matter who will take the throne in the future, it is impossible for you, the prince, to stay in the palace."

Yes!

No matter Jing Jing or Jing Rong, any one of them can take the throne, and his lord can be accepted by the feudal government.

It means-leaving the palace,

At this moment, the charcoal fire in the stove was burning very vigorously, and Martian burst like a firecracker, bursting out of the stove, and some of them just splashed on the back of Mo Ruo's hand. In the sleeve.

The aching brow is tight.

But silently!

Jing Xian looked out of the door, and saw the leaves falling one after another, fluttering in a few pieces, and falling on the place where the door came, but was blown by the breeze again, and flew out again.

He smiled bitterly, propped up, walked in front of a large bookshelf with hard steps, looked at the books above, then reached out and took the next book from the top, turning to a page, the original pair of weakness 'S eyes are gathering a little.

The page was filled with densely written handwriting.

His distinct fingers rubbed lightly on the line above.

"Don't compete with Nai, overlord is unfavorable."

These eight words gradually enlarged in his eyes...

"Who can finally become the emperor in the end, as far as I am concerned, but... is the beginning of another party battle."

In the air, fell into a long silence!

Until suddenly a pigeon flying on the window sill will break up.

"Gumbling..."

The pigeon flapped its wings and paced on the window sill, his small head raised high towards Jingxian, and a pair of tiny eyeballs were very sharp, like human eyes.

Jing Xian's eyebrows fell sharply, but his subconscious gaze was slightly slanted, and he glanced at Mo Ruo, who was sitting by the stove, before closing his book and walking over, picked up the pigeon and stroked its smooth hair.

"Are you hungry?"

"Gumbling."

Pecking with a pointed mouth.

Mo Ruo walked up and ridiculed, "I haven't seen you in a few months. The pigeons you raise are getting fatter. What do you eat for them all day?"

"Just some grains of rice."

"Sure enough to eat a lot."

It happened that the second pigeon was flying again, and the pigeon was happily pacing back and forth on the window sill.

Screaming non-stop.

Mo Ruo had a big heart, and grabbed a handful of rice from the small tube on the side, and spilled one by one on the window sill.

After the pigeon had pecked one grain, he could only watch it with his eyes, and was amused several times, his wings fanned, hoping to rush to grab rice to eat.

Moruo laughed.

"The pigeons I raise will bite. If you continue to tease like this, be careful of being bitten." Jing Xian reminded.

"Do pigeons still bite people?"

"No matter how clever the animals are, they will bite once they are pressed."

These words only exchanged Moruo's "creak" laughter.

"Don't tease me, this little guy will still bite. Who believes?" He tickled the pigeon's pointed mouth with his fingers and curiously, "Are you a pigeon?"

"Really?" Jingxian didn't know, "I don't know very well, maybe."

Who knows, Mo Ruo actually asked him seriously, "You honestly told me that you raise these pigeons, wouldn't you want to communicate with someone outside the palace?"

Uh!

Jing Xian was stroking the hand of the pigeon in his arms suddenly.

Eyes opened slightly.

Obviously stunned.

He was speechless.

Mo Ruo looked at him as if he had discovered a new continent. He reached out and patted him, asking, "What are you doing so nervous?"

Jing Xian's expression instantly calmed down.

Smirk.

"Am I nervous?"