Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Jingxian looked at the man standing outside.

Through the veil under the hat, he seemed to be able to look directly at the man's eyes.

a long time.

He said: "Come in."

The man rubbed the snow around his feet outside, then walked into the house with his legs, but walked very slowly.

The breeze blew the veil hanging down from the hat on his head, vaguely seeing his dry, peeling lips.

Jing Xian looked at him with shocked and curious eyes, and even had an urge to tear off the hat, to see what the mysterious person who kept communicating with himself all these years looked like.Who is he anyway?

Only that impulse, he restrained!

The man came in and stood in front of him.

"sit down."

The man hung down, and after a moment of hesitation, he sat down cross-legged with his robe in his eyes, and deliberately glanced at the paper that had turned to ashes in the stove.

On that note, only two words were written-black and white.

These two words have no meaning, they only represent his handwriting.

When Jing Xian saw the familiar handwriting, he knew that the person he had come from had communicated with him for many years, so he hurriedly invited him in.

Jing Xian closed his curious gaze, his face was normal, as if he was meeting with an old friend, and then poured a cup of tea for the man in front of him.

Push it in front of it!

"The wind and snow have been going on recently, and it just happened to stop today. You came by chance." With a chatty tone.

"Meet the prince, no matter how big the snow is, old age will come."

"Then why are you coming?"

"The lord should ask, why am I coming now?" The man corrected him.

Jing Xian smiled, "Okay, then I will listen to you."

The man did not respond in time. He stretched out the hand with scars caused by the burn, picked up the tea cup, and shook it gently, but he never put it into his mouth, as if he was appreciating a precious item.

Jing Xian looked at the terrible burned hand, and his eyes were tight. Although the man in front of him was skinny and well-dressed, he sat upright, exuding an awesome atmosphere, noble and indifferent, It's unpredictable.

It wasn't until the moment the man put the tea cup down that a slight voice came from Huashi.

"Because the time is up!"

Six words, light and heavy.

As if with a long-awaited sense of hope.

Jing Xian was unknown, but was confused by the six characters. Someone was scratching his back.

"Time? What time?"

"The best time!"

"who are you?"

"Who am I, does it matter?" the man asked.Jing Xian looked at him a little bit silently, and said slowly, "Fifteen years ago, after the death of my concubine, if you had secretly told me to pretend to be sick, the father and emperor might have killed me and killed me, and I would not Live to this day, over the years, you plan for me step by step, for me, you are my benefactor, no

With you, there will be no me, but in these years, a question always haunts me, who are you?Why should you help me?"

He couldn't see the face under the man's hat, let alone his expression.

quite a while--

The man said, "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes." Jingxian nodded. "There is no one else here. Why don't you take down Dou Li? Show your face."

"it is good!"

Be refreshed.

The man slowly got up, closed the door, and then reached out and pinched Dou Li and took it off in Jing Xian's extremely curious eyes.As the hat opened slightly, the face hidden under the veil gradually revealed, and the thin light in the room rushed mercilessly to his extremely terrible face, half of it, almost burnt by fire Do not have to leave a good skin, the skin and flesh are connected, a piece of purple, and even small blood vessels

Seeing clearly, the eyelids almost sticked together, causing the eye to open very small.

Suddenly, he shuddered.

Although the fire destroyed half of his face, Jingxian recognized him.

"Boom".

He knocked over the cup at hand, and the tea gradually flowed down the table case to his clean robes. He leaned back a few points, his hands were resting on the ground, his eyes were raised, and he looked at the person standing in front of him in shock. .

"Uncle?" The voice trembled.

Uh!

Uncle?

This person is the Imperial Kingdom!After fifteen years, the former graceful imperial duke, now skinny, with a thick cloth, and a ruined face, was no more than an ordinary person, not to mention like an ordinary person, now like this, there is nothing like a half-dead person The difference, but the noble breath in his bones has not diminished

, Especially those eyes, firm and cold, with an unyielding momentum.

Jingxian stood up, his feet were unstable, he was staggering a few steps, his eyes widened.

Unbelievable!

"How is it possible?" He still didn't believe it, and was surprised. "Isn't it that you were buried in the tomb?"

Yu Guogong said: "Yes, the person buried under the tomb is actually Zhao Hao."

"Why...how could this be?"

Yu Guogong smiled bitterly and said, "That fire really killed me. Fortunately, God opened my eyes and let me escape. He lived fiercely for fifteen years and hid for fifteen years, like a puppet."

Jingxian: "..."

"There are more than seventy people in our house up and down. All of them were buried in flames overnight. The screams echoed in my ears every night. For fifteen years, they have never broken."

Now when it comes to the events of that year, Yu Guogong's tone is very indifferent, like talking about a thing that has nothing to do with himself.

But who knows, at this moment, the waves in his heart are turning over the river.

That is hate!

Jing Xian hadn't recovered, he was shocked for a long time, and asked, "How did you get into Beijing?"

Yu Guogong: "For this year's festival, the emperor invited monks from Guang'an Temple to Beijing and waited to go to the mausoleum to recite the chanting Buddha, so the boxes containing the Buddhist scriptures were not checked when they were transported into Beijing."

original!

At that time, the majestic imperial duke was hiding in the box and entered Beijing.

ridiculous!

Jingxian swallowed, took a breath, and asked, "Why are you here for me?"

Yu Guogong said, "Don't you always want to know, why did your father and emperor cruelly die your concubine? I came here to tell you the truth."

Uh!

the truth!Jing Xianman walked two steps forward with confusion and excitement, and her eyes were wet and red, "I still remember, after the uncle died at that time, someone sent a letter to the mother princess, and she still had time in the future. After reading, the father and emperor's people came, I was hiding behind the curtain, and saw the mother with my own eyes

The concubine was poured into poisoned wine but was powerless, but I knew that the death of the concubine was related to the palace of the imperial kingdom, so over the years, I tried my best to find out the truth and avenge my concubine, but what happened that year what?Even the father emperor is so cruel, even I have to kill?"

The tone is sobbing!Hoarse.