Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!The mansion of the King’s Mansion is not large, but it is not small. It’s just that it’s not newly built. It should have been vacated after a large family’s home moved away from the capital.

Fortunately, the ceremony department is pretty good.

Now here is his future home.

Shen Changqin took him in, and led the housekeeper to him. There were many girls in the house, and he led him around in a circle, and finally left after explaining something.

On the first day of Jingxian's stay, many ministers from North Korea and China sent congratulatory gifts.

but--

The rules of gift-giving by the ministers of the DPRK and China are all related to the size of power. Jing Xian had just entered the DPRK, and his connections were not deep, so the gifts sent by the courtiers were all big boxes and small gifts.

Pretend.

And they are all very unusual objects.

Although Jingxian knew in his heart, he didn't say anything. After taking the things one by one, he specially sent people from house to house to thank them.

Very polite!

That night, he stood alone in the yard, looking up at the hairy moon hanging in the dark night.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

The housekeeper in the house sent him a thick cloak, concerned, and said, "My lord, the wind is blowing outside. Let's go to rest."

"You don't have to worry about me, go rest."

"But..." The butler didn't say much, preparing to leave.

Jing Xian suddenly asked, "Oh, how many pigeons did I bring?"

"In the house."

"You brought it to me, and then prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Yes."

The butler prepared him one by one, and then retreated.

The three pigeons in the cage are very clever and nest in it.

He tapped on the head of one of the pigeons with his finger, and said with a lip, "This will be your home from now on."

"Gumbling..."

Seems to understand people.

He smiled, then wrote some words on the paper, tore a strip neatly, rolled it into a shaft, stuffed it into a small bamboo tube, released a pigeon, and tied the small bamboo tube to the pigeon’s On the lap.

Let go!

"Go."

The pigeon flapped its wings a few times in the air, and finally landed on the roof, wandering for a while before flying away.

It gradually disappeared into the night...

Jing Xian looked, his eyes deeper and deeper!

The next day, he changed into the court uniform and set foot in the Jin Luan Temple for the first time.

Standing in the position where King had also stood!

It's just that they are very different.

An ambition and a grudge.

A gentle and elegant student.

Jing Xian didn't understand what was happening in North Korea. During the whole journey, he just stood silently, looking down, saying nothing, asking nothing, listening quietly, with a correct learning attitude .

During this period, Emperor Qi Zhen also asked him a few words, but he opened his mouth and could not answer a word.

Anxious.

After facing down, he stopped Jing Rong and thanked him deeply, "Jing Rong, thank you very much."

Very sincere!

Jing Rong patted him on the shoulder, "You and I are brothers, how can I thank you? Besides, Mo Ruo is my best friend. He knows your wish and can't bear you staying in the palace all the time. I should help a bunch and I should. "

"In any case, thank you, but I am at a loss for the fact of North Korea and China."

"There are so many rules in North Korea and China, and you don't need to rush for a moment, slowly understand, you will understand."

Jing Xian focused on the head.

Such a gentle man looks harmless to humans and animals.

Jing Rong really hopes he thinks too much!

At this time-

A young eunuch came hurriedly, "See two princes."

"What's the matter?"

"Emperor Xuanxian Wang enters the hall."

Jing Xian was startled, a little nervous.

Eyes tightened.

Jing Rong comforted, "Relax."

He grinned reluctantly, and then went with the eunuch.

Behind him, Jing Rong looked at his figure and sighed.

...

To the Fuyang Temple.

After entering, Jingxian has been standing in the center of the temple for a long time.

Emperor Qi Zhen only paid attention to the review and did not raise his head.

As if he was a transparent person!

One joss stick, two joss sticks, three joss sticks...

Just half an hour later.

Although Jingxian had already recovered from his serious illness, but after standing for a long time, his legs would inevitably tremble, but he was strongly supported and gritted his teeth.

Finally, Emperor Qi Zhen closed the last concert and put it aside.

Zhang Quan brought a cup of hot tea.

"Emperor, drink some tea to warm up."

He took a sip from the tea cup, and then looked at Jing Xian who was standing properly in the hall.

Frowning.

Put down the tea cup.

"How did you feel when you entered the DPRK for the first time today?" Emperor Qi Zhen's voice was low, completely like asking a person who had nothing to do with him.

Old man, your son is yours, so come up with a good tone anyway!

Jing Xian replied respectfully, "Children are clumsy, a lot of things are not very clear, and they are not as good as Jing Rong and the Minister of North Korea, but they will study hard in the future."

"Well, you can have this kind of heart, and I'm not guilty of Jingrong letting you enter the DPRK."

"Thank you Father."

"But your body is just right and you don't have to be too tired. Although I allow you to enter the DPRK, you don't need to worry too much about the affairs of the DPRK. Just take care of your body. The major events in the DPRK and China are still with Jingrong and courtiers." The implication is obvious.

To put it bluntly, he didn't want this son to blend into Chaotang at all.

Nominally, he agreed to enter the DPRK.

But in fact, he was not allowed to touch on Chaogang at all.

Jing Xian knew in his heart that he obediently obeyed on the surface, and arched his hands. "Yes, the son understands." Emperor Qi Zhen also asked: "Also, you just came out of the palace, and the Xianwang Mansion is also very busy. The ritual department is here to help you, but the ritual department is not only busy with a thing in your house, so I ordered Liang Zongzheng to help you in the past. What do I need to tell him, after all, you are also a prince.

Can be too simple, otherwise you will lose your identity."

"Thanks to the father and emperor for their concern, in fact, the house is already very good."

"Now you are not in the Tongren Hall, what you should want is what you need."

"Yes."

His tone was always cold and light.

Emperor Qi Zhen's hand on the table case was tightened a little bit, and his mouth was opened. It seemed that there was something else to say, but he swallowed it and waved his hand, "Well, you go out."

Jingxian raised his head, glanced at him, and then quickly lowered his eyes and bowed his hands, "Children retreated."

With his head down, he retreated silently.

After the people left, Emperor Qi Zhen was worried.

Zhang Quan looked in his eyes and stepped forward slightly, bowing, "Is the emperor annoying about what happened then?"

He sighed, "Although things have passed for fifteen years, why don't I feel sad when I think about it? Would he not hate me in my heart when he gave his mother princess a bowl of poison to his death?" He was ordered not to leave the palace to build the palace because of fear that he would hate him."

Zhang Quan, "Now that the king is like this, he must have been relieved, and the emperor need not worry." "I hope so."