Bone Painting Coroner

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It was already unitary time, and the whole mountain forest was very quiet, even the sound of birds flying seemed to be heard.

This place is indeed a feng shui treasure.

At this moment, Emperor Qi Zhen was copying the sacrificial rites of the annual festival in the main hall, with a total of 99 copies, each of which was copied by him.

There are guards outside and inside.

Because at night, many candles were lit in the temple, the candlelight was shaking, and occasionally the wind blew in to extinguish one or two.

He has copied some hands numbness, but still refuses to stop, 99 sacrifices, every year, so one can not be less!

At this time, Zhang Quan came in with a ginseng soup and set aside.

"Emperor, take a break."

Emperor Qi Zhen did not raise his head, saying, "I haven't finished writing yet."

Hey……

Zhang Quan bowed his head and said, "Actually, these emperor priests don't have to copy it personally, just give it to the person of Zongzheng Temple."

Isn't this just to find guilt by yourself?

But Emperor Qi Zhen said, "The annual sacrifice is for my great ancestors and ancestors. I can't be sloppy. I naturally have to write it myself. If it is handed over to Zongzheng Temple, if it is misspelled, is it good? Or I It's more reliable to copy by yourself."

"Even so, the emperor should have drank the ginseng soup. Jishan was so cold that he shouldn't be cold."

Zhang Quan brought the ginseng soup and filled a bowl.

Emperor Qi Zhen still didn't stop writing. His eyebrows were closed, and he was impatient. He said, "Go out, don't disturb me."

"emperor……"

"Go out."

Zhang Quan stopped talking, ready to go out.

Emperor Qi Zhen said, "Take Tang away."

"Yes."

Reluctantly, he had to silently retreat while carrying Sam Thong.

But before he left, a monk came.

Standing at the door, "See the emperor."

Wen Yan said, Emperor Qi Zhen kept his hands still, his eyes not raised: "What's the matter?"

"The poor monk sent a few scriptures for the abbot to the emperor."

Scripture?

Emperor Qi Zhen gave a hand, and immediately wrote it again, without lifting his eyelids, saying, "Then you can show it to me."

"Yes."

The monk came in and put the scripture on the table, but he saw that the surrounding light was a little dark. Emperor Qi Zhen was struggling to copy the offering and said, "The poor monk took a candlestick for the emperor."

"Yep."

The monk fetched a candlestick and handed it to him, but the wax oil dripped from the candlestick because of the tilt of the candlestick.

It just dropped on the back of Emperor Qi Zhen's hand.

"Uh!"

My back hurts.

The wax oil penetrated into the skin like a fire and suddenly hurt.

Really painful!

When the monk saw it, he hurriedly put the candlestick aside, bowed back, folded his hands together, "The poor monk's unintentional move, he also hoped the emperor atoned."

Emperor Qi Zhen didn't take it seriously, he stopped his pen and looked up at the person carefully.

The monk lowered his head and turned his head toward him with bare head. However, he still saw the scar on the monk's face. The scar was very terrifying. If the person is not mentally prepared, he might have to avoid looking at it for a glance.

But Emperor Qi Zhen did not dislike it. "No harm, the master is also unintentional. I will not blame you."

"Emperor Xie."

"If it's okay, you will step back."

"Yes."

When the monk retreated, he quietly raised his eyes and looked at Emperor Qi Zhen.

After the monk went out, Emperor Qi Zhen frowned lightly, glanced at the scriptures on his hand, and rubbed the back of the hand where wax oil was dripped. What was wrong?

Was the monk just wrong?

His heart was furry, but the sacrifice was not finished yet, so he didn't think much about it and continued to copy the sacrifice.

After the Emperor Guoguo went out of the hall, a respectful face suddenly turned somber as he turned around.

Looking into the hall through the hollow carved window.

With a sneer, "Brother, lord, you still can't recognize me."

The voice echoed in the night sky, chilling.

After he left, he went to Jingxian's house.

The two sat against each other.

There is a pot of tea in the middle.

Jing Xian likes to make tea. He has never changed his hobby, and the tea he brewed is very delicious.

"Everything is ready. Tomorrow, this world is yours." Yu Guogong said.

Jing Xian smiled faintly, "I hope so."

The two replaced tea with tea.

Jing Xian suddenly said: "There is one more thing."

"What's the matter?"

Jing Xian handed him a letter and said, "This is the message sent by Master Liu from Beijing. The message said that Rong Wang really planned to escape from prison. He also ordered Jing outside the prison of the Penal Department according to the order of this king. Ronglun is punished!"

Jing Rong is dead!

Really dead?

Great news.

The Emperor Guoguo read the letter, and after reading it, he was very happy and immediately took up a tea cup to respect him. "It seems that the big thing is done. As soon as tomorrow's emperor dies, you will be immediately enthroned."

No one can say no in front of power!

Jing Xian drank the cup of tea, but his face fell, and he was full of thoughts.

"Why? You can't bear it anymore?" Yu Guo Gong narrowed his eyes.Jingxian got up and walked slowly to the open window, looking at the snow-covered night, his dark eyes were not deep, he said, "Jingrong and I are brothers, I have been with him since childhood. Very good, although I used him to remove Jing Yi for me, and successfully entered the DPRK with his power, but I never thought

Kill him!I know that he has no intention of taking the throne, and I know he will give me the throne, but I still have the heart to kill. I have to put him to death to stop. Is this right?Still wrong?"

"Everyone is dead, you said that these are useless." Yu Guogong's eyes were fierce, and he continued, "Since the battle of the emperors in ancient times, it has always been your life and death. You have done nothing wrong, because if you don't kill him, he will Kill you, at this moment, you can't look back."

Yes!

Can't look back.

Jing Rong took a deep breath, remembering what Mo Ruo had said.

"The chicks return to the forest, they are always fixed."

"The fledglings return to the forest, is it really a fixed number?" he murmured.

The Emperor Gong Guo came to him, "Did you always want to be fair to your mother-in-law over the years? After a few hours, the sky will light up, and everything you want will be available soon."

Jingxian nodded.

"Don't think too much, I'll go first, so as not to be found."

"Yep."

Jinguo was about to leave, but Jingxian stopped him.

"Uncle."

"what's up?"

Jing Xian was silent for a little while, and asked seriously, "Did you hide something about the incident?"

Uh!

Yu Guogong's palms were tight, but his expression didn't change. He said flatly to him, "I've told you things clearly, and of course I won't hide you."

sincere!

Jingxian nodded lightly, "Okay, I see."

Yu Guogong stopped staying and retreated quietly.

Jing Xian stood for a long time in front of that window.

Seems thoughtful!

After one hour, after two hours, after three hours... the sky finally dawned!