Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!At this time, Xiao Er grabbed a few books and walked up to the shelf behind Jing Rong, where he was going to put the book in his hand under the shelf.

Ji Yunshu noticed!

"and many more."

She stopped loudly.

After a small second-hand meal, he turned and asked, "What's wrong with the guest official?"

"Are you going to pad the book there?"

"Yes! The corner of this shelf has been unstable. The master hasn't come to repair it, so he can only use the book for a while!"

"How can the sage book go to the bottom corner? It is not better to go outside to find a stone."

"what?"

"Give me the book."

Xiao Ermu went down and gave Ji Yunshu several books in his hand.

Then went down to find the stone.

Ji Yunshu held the book in his hand and looked at the dark color of the paper. It has been around for several years, and the four corners have been worn out, and there have been smoked places.

She turned to the title page and saw a name written on it.

Suddenly!

Jing Rong saw her stunned, so she took another look.

I was also stunned for a while, and said, "Song Zhi?"

That's right, these books are those poetry books that Song Zhi published five years ago.

Bai Yin was curious: "Song Zhi? The one who invited us to dinner?"

impossible!

Ji Yunshu looked at the first poem and read it out: "Yuchu Puyun Mountain, near Huang Sanglian branch, the old man looks at the west building, and thinks about tea and wine."

"Good poetry, really good poetry." Jing Rong admired his heart. "Those who can make such poetry can see that they are brilliant."

"I never thought that Song Gongzi was a great poet yesterday!"

Bai Yin interjected again: "It can be seen that he is so embarrassed, how can there be a literati like him?"

Do not believe!

Xiaoer picked up a flat stone and came back.

Ji Yunshu raised the book in his hand and asked: "Will this poetry book be your poet Song Zhi?"

Xiao Er nodded: "Yeah! But before."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Song Zhi was a poet before, but he didn't write poetry anymore."

"why?"

Xiao Er regretted: "I don't know what to do, so I'm going to be a storyteller. It's weird to write a drama specifically for the troupe. Good poets don't do it and do that kind of thing."

In Huyi, Story Lang is an extremely unpopular industry!

Even a bit cheap!

After thinking about it, Ji Yunshu drew some broken silver into the second hand and said, "I want these poems."

"what?"

"Why not?"

"That's not true."

"Then when I bought it."

"OK!" Xiao Er happily pushed the silver into her arms and said, "Can the guest officer want more? I still have several copies here."

"no need."

"Then don't disturb a few people to eat."

Xiao Er happily left.

Ji Yunshu likes the poems written by Song Zhi, every capital is amazing.

It’s just that a good poet doesn’t do it.

After eating, several people went to the playhouse in Zhaojiaban. At this time, it was already dark.

There were many people in Xizhuang.

The platform built in Xiuzhuang is very large. The first floor is filled with stools and tables, and the second floor is a semi-circular building that wraps the table. It is a specially designed elegant seat.

The three Jingrong found the best position on the second floor according to the ticket stub.

People in the troupe got a pot of good tea and three saucers of peanuts.

Pulling the curtain on the stage, I could not see inside.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Ji Yunshu looked around and saw that Song Zhi walked in with a bag of things in it, which was tied with a rope, and he knew what was in the kitchen at a glance.

Song Zhi took the ticket and found his place, which was at the front of the first floor.

Jing Rong looked down at Ji Yunshu's eyes and saw Song Zhi.

He said: "It really is destined."

"Really destined!"

Song Zhiduan sat upright and put the things in his hand gently on the ground, for fear of bumping.

After all, it is for dinner.

And this time, the play has already begun!

The script writers picked out several lanterns hanging around and blew them out.

Except for the light on the stage, the surroundings were dark.

Pay attention to the atmosphere!

After all, it's a play about ghosts.

Ji Yunshu looked forward to staring at the stage.

Wait for the good show to be praised.

"Boom, da..." The song rang.

The hearts of everyone also followed.

The big curtain was slowly pulled away.

The first act is the marriage of Hua Dan and Xiao Xiao.

Huadan wears exquisite makeup, wearing a red costume, holding red silk in her hand and holding Xiaosheng at the other end.

In the play, the male lead is Liang Sheng and the female lead is Furong.

Hua Dan covered her head and smiled shyly and sang, "The red candle is in the heart of the account, Lang Jun is next to him, and there are people who live and die in the screen. Today I hope to cover my head, Lang Jun! I would like to Know Chunxiao."

Xiaosheng dragged the red silk, echoed and sang: "It's a good time now, put the moon into the skirt, Wu Naijian lives up to Hong Jiao, and makes red silk smile."

Sing beautifully and beautifully!

The picture is also very beautiful!

There was silence underneath, watching without blinking.

Are very envious.

Soon, the candles on the stage went out and the first act ended.

In the second act, Liang Sheng and Furong love together, and the female weaves the man to cultivate the fields.

In the third act, the lady of the big family came to the scene and met Liang Sheng.

Xiang Xin fell in love with him at first sight, his face was covered in pink, and he sang: "Liang Lang Feng Ruo Liu Tie Zhi, the little girl's heart can't refuse, willing to be entangled with a glass of wine and stay on the bedside overnight."

Liang Sheng was pleased and approached her slowly.

He immediately reached out and hugged her.

The two were entangled/cotton overnight.

In the fourth act, Liang Shenghua had a grisly makeup. For the future and money, he stunned Furong in the meal, then scratched her face, and pushed her down a dry well.

Furong screamed!

Since then, Liang Sheng Lei Yuelongmen, married Xiangxin to become rich.

The people underneath squeezed a sweat.

Even more angry.

In the fifth act, the atmosphere on the stage changed, and the tune became strange and blank.

Furong crawled out of the bottom of the well, covered in blood, and his face was sparse, and he looked very scary.

She cried and sang: "Jun Xin's death pushed me, and I hated him for ignoring the past, and if he was broken, he would die."

After singing, she tore off her face and replaced a beautiful mask.

There was hate in his eyes.

In the sixth act, Furong attracted Liang Sheng's attention with a new face, and Liang Sheng met her night after night.

The result was hit by Xiang Xin, Liang Shengxin was killed, and Xiang Xin was killed and dropped into the dry well.

The atmosphere is tense!

In the seventh act, everyone on the stage held their breath.

Furong tore off his mask, revealing a gruesome look.

Liang Sheng was terrified and terrified.

Furong brutally tore off his flesh.

The eighth act is the last act.

On the stage, Furong, a ghost lady, in white dress, knelt in front of a grave built of loess, crying while holding the soil.

The most classic drama is coming soon!

Ji Yunshu looked ups and downs.

I only heard the ghost lady lying in front of the grave crying and singing: "Look at the bones under the tree turning into fireworks, I have to...uh!"

The voice stopped abruptly!

Everyone is unknown.

Look at each other.

I saw the ghost lady Furong holding the loess in her hand, her hands were shaking, her pupils were wide open.

Despite the makeup, she still saw the horrified look on her face.

At last--

Sitting back on the ground.His fingers trembled at the pile of loess.