Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Ji Yunshu felt apologetic.

"Sorry."

Wei Yi looked at her, "Why tell me this?"

"If it weren't for me, Uncle Wei and Aunt Wei wouldn't die."

Wei Yi smiled, "Do you think I will hate you?"

Is not it?

She stared at him, trying to get a sigh of relief from his expression, and Wei Yi did not live up to her expectations, and there was no slight hatred in her expression.

He solemnly told her, "Shuer, I don't hate you. I wouldn't, I won't now, and I won't.

Seriously!

Suddenly a strong wind!

Wei Yi immediately blocked her.

The tall and short figures were brought together under the light.

One lowered his head and the other tilted his head.

Intertwined.

Snow flew down and floated on Ji Yunshu's forehead.

Wei Yi stretched out her hand to brush off for her, but the moment her finger touched her forehead—

She turned her head and avoided!

Wei Yi's hand was stuck in the air, and the cold wind blew on his distinct five fingers, unable to move like a frozen ice stick.

He looked down at the woman in front of him, his eyes wet.

As much as love, how painful your heart is!

"Are you scared of me?"

Uh?

Ji Yunshu suddenly raised his head and met his sad eyes, hurrying, "No."

"Then why do you want to avoid me?"

She didn't want to avoid it, but the feeling made her panicked. She was afraid that she would unconsciously fall into Wei Yi's clean and warm eyes.

At this moment, she did not know how to speak.

Wei Yi's lips gradually lifted a smile of relief.

"You and Jingrong, my sincere blessings."

"Wei Yi."

"I keep saying that I will protect you, but in fact, I can't do it at all. Only if he is by your side, you are the safest, Shu'er, I wish you all." He said seriously.

Ji Yunshu's eyes were moist and moved to the extreme.

Smile at each other.

suddenly--

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Bells came from the direction of the imperial palace, echoing in the New Year's Eve of Kyoto City.

Soon, a news reached Rongwang Mansion.

"Urgent in the palace!"

...

The Royal Palace, outside the Fuyang Hall.

When Jing Rong arrived with Ji Yunshu and Wei Yi, there were already a lot of ministers outside.

Seeing him coming, the crowd dispersed on both sides.

He walked outside the hall door.

Zhang Quan said, "King Rong, the emperor wants to see you."

He hurried in.

In the hall, several doctors stood in front of the bed and sighed.

On the bed, Emperor Qi Zhen's face was pale, his body was thin, his cheekbones were protruding, and his hollow eyes were deep in the eye sockets, staring tiredly at the gauze above his head.

How long has it become like this!

Jingrong walked to the bed.

With a soft call, "Father Emperor."

Emperor Qi Zhen heard the sound and groaned softly before turning his eyes to look at him and opening his mouth.

"Jingrong."

"Children are here."

At that moment, Emperor Qi Zhen's eyes suddenly turned red, his white lips twitched, and he asked, "You... do you hate me?"

hate!

Of course hate!

This is not the first time this question has been asked.

Jing Rong looked down, "Don't dare to do anything."

Today, he is still the good son who is clever, sensible, and never resists.Emperor Qi Zhen shed tears: "I have lived in the throne for twenty-one years in my life, regaining territories and ruining the country. It is my honor to be in the Prosperous Age, but... I have done too many stupid things. , Even if I can't bear a trace of your heart, your concubine... won't die, everything will not happen today

I was wrong, I was wrong..."

The tone is bleak.

Jing tolerated the discomfort in his heart, his words stuck in his throat, unable to say a word.

"Jing Rong, my most sorry person is actually you. In this life, I owe you too much..." He cried, holding out Jing Rong's hand tightly while trying to open the pair The tired and tired eyes said, "I have made a decree and handed you Dalinjiangshan... to you."

"Father Emperor."

"You promised me that no matter what happened, you must... guard this river and the mountain." Emperor Qi Zhen gasped.

Jingrong has no heart for the throne!

He hesitated, did not know whether to accept or not?

Emperor Qi Zhen coughed and tried his last few breaths in his life. He grabbed his hand hard and said furiously, "You promise me!"

Jing Rong's face was contradictory, his eyes were crimson, his eyebrows were frowning, his blood seemed to be boiling, and he was hot, and his heart was ruthless when he looked at his father's pair of pleading eyes and tears in his eyes. Screwed tightly.

at last--

"Children promised you." This sentence, he did not know how much courage to fight.

Emperor Qi Zhen finally reassured him, sighed with relief and lay flat on the bed, gazing at the veil over his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

The hand loosened from Jing Rong's hand little by little and lay beside the bed.

Jing Rong froze.

"Emperor." Zhang Quan shouted.

Everyone in the temple knelt down.

At the same time, there was a sound outside the hall: "The Emperor drives."

Echoed throughout the palace.

The ministers knelt in the outer hall one after another.

Sorrow sighed.

Jing Rong looked at Emperor Qi Zhen, and in the face of the separation of death, he still turned his eyes.

"Father and Emperor, the children never hated you."

But Emperor Qizhen could not hear it.

He stepped back a few steps, knelt on the ground, knocked three loud noises.

At this time, the wind blew a window in the hall, the wind flew in with snowflakes, and fell on the window sill, on the ground, and the dragon robe hanging flat on the screen.

A generation of emperors, power status, after all, will not bring life, not death.

...

Zhang Quan took the obituary, "Your lord, this is the emperor's suicide."

Edict, that's the world!

Jing Rong looked at the Imperial Decree, and then at the gate of Fuyang Temple. As long as he went out of the door and read out the Imperial Decree, it would be his future.

"Master?" Zhang Quan called.

He suddenly instructed the doctors in the temple and the eunuchs serving the court ladies, "You all go out."

"Yes."

The crowd retreated.

Zhang Quan: "Where is this, Lord?"

"Grandpa Zhang, bother the business man of Xuanhanlin Academy to come in."

Although he didn't understand, Zhang Quan did the same.

After a short while, Shang Zhuo bowed in, took the snow off his shoulder, and entered the hall.

"I don't know what the prince said?"

Jing Rong: "Master Shang, Ben Wang knows how strong you are to copy, so I want you to do things for Ben Wang."

...

After a joss stick.

Zhang Quan took out the imperial edict.

Jing Rong stood inside, his expression calm.

Shangzhuo was a little unclear and asked, "Is it worthwhile to do this?"

He said nothing, and looked at the dragon robe hanging on the screen in the inner hall. The dragon on it was really lifelike.

The voice of Zhang Quan reading the edict was heard outside.

"Fengtian carries the prince, the emperor's edict said, I'm coming this year, Long Yubintian, the son of the father-in-law Jing Xi (Wei Yi), precious character, virtue and filial piety, deep bow, I will be able to conquer the unification, Following my ascending the throne, the people of all civil and military officialdoms followed this edict and honored it." The last sound was accompanied by the sound of folk fireworks when New Year's Eve arrived.