Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!The horseman hurried back home.

And the people refused to leave and continued to surround them.

I was afraid that the girl would run away.

After all, everyone suffered a lot.

No compensation!

Jing Rong's gaze protruded from the crowd and looked at Ji Yunshu's direction.

A little worried.

He and Baiyin said: "You go to Yunshu first, so she won't worry."

Bai Yin was also worried.

After all, Ji Yunshu was there alone.

It quickly passed.

At this time, Ji Yunshu was standing on the right side of a shop door and waiting.

When Bai Yin came, he told her the situation.

She said nothing.

Silently wait for Jing Rong to finish.

In the crowd.

Zhao'er's shy eyes were always fixed on Jing Rong.

As if glued.

Can't move!

Jing Rong didn't seem to notice it. He patted the back of the quiet horse and said to her, "Girl, you can get on the carriage first."

Zhao'er shook his head.

Refuse to go up.

Instead, ask him: "Aren't you Gaoding?"

Jing Rong said "hmm".

"Then where did you come from?"

"Yiwu."

"Yiwu? What's that place? I thought... I've never heard of it. Is there any good? Are there snow mountains? Are there grasslands? Are there rivers?" Zhao Er blinked and asked him curiously.

Innocent!

Jing Rong couldn't help but lighten his tone: "You think there is, then there is."

"I think there must be!" Zhao Er firmly said.

There was a simple smile on his face.

Those eyes are beautiful.

No impurities at all.

She was like a blank piece of paper.

Clean.

Jing Rong stopped talking to her.

She kept looking at him.

Intently!

Soon, the groom came back and brought a girl.

The girl Zhuxin quickly checked whether Zhao Er was injured.

Worried!

The groom lost the money to everyone!

I apologize one by one.

The crowd took the money, and then left.

"Miss, we should go back," the girl said.

Zhao Er looked at Jing Rong and was full of reluctance in his eyes: "If we can see you again next time, would you tell me something about Yiwu, okay?"

With pleading and expectation.

Jing Rong responded casually: "Okay."

"That word is final!"

Zhao'er rejoiced that he got on the carriage.

go away.

Subsequently, Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu and Bai Yin merged.

None of the three took this episode to heart.

Instead, he went to find the man named Cha He.

...

Inside the carriage.

Zhao Er grabbed his clothes with both hands and smiled gently.

The next time I met, the man talked to himself about Yiwu.

When the girl saw it, she asked, "Miss? What are you laughing at?"

She looked up and suddenly asked seriously: "Bamboo heart, do you know... what is love?"

"Love?" Zhu Xin froze for a moment, then thought about it and said, "Love, probably means that two people like each other, and then they become married and grow old together."

She shook her head.

Not right!

"Is not it?"

She shook her head again.

"So what is love?" Zhu Xin asked.

She smiled and said nothing, just saying, "Not everyone understands that feeling."

Zhu Xin: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

stupid!

Zhao'er reached out and lifted the curtains, his eyes turned to the outside, and he smiled slightly against the cold wind.

Like a child who got candy.

Not long

The carriage stopped at the door of a mansion.

A plaque was hung high above the red gate of the mansion.

It is engraved with the three characters "Guogongfu".

In Gaoding City, everyone knows that the son of Pingyang Houfu had provoked the eldest daughter of Guo Gong, and even the two had forged Liangzi!Later, King Hu Yi came forward and gave him a good marriage for the eldest daughter of the father-in-law.

But the two governments are still in a state of hostility.

Because, the third prince of Pingyanghou team.

The second prince of the National Public Team.

In North Korea and China, there are also various forces!

It is a critical period that has not yet been established, so the Duke Gong ordered that the upper and lower levels of the government should not be allowed to go abroad.

So much so that Zhao'er went abroad and did not dare to call himself the daughter of Guo Gong.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Zhao Er came down with a long skirt and hurried into the house.

The small and flexible figure is like a fairy.

Zhu Xin chased her in the back, "Miss Two, please slow down."

Zhao'er trot all the way to a remote and dilapidated yard.

As soon as I entered, there was a wave of tide.

The yard is full of leaves.

Objects are also very worn.

It can be seen that the identity of the people living here is not high.

Zhao Er ran into the house and went to the inner room.

Inside, a pale woman is leaning on the bed and is embroidering.

The room was a bit dim.

Except for an exquisite screen, nothing else can be found in the lobby.

Very old.

But it was clean and tidy, making people feel very comfortable.

"Mother." Zhao Er shouted.

Hearing the words, as soon as the woman looked up, Zhao Er's figure was already on her leg.

"Zhao'er?" The woman looked at her with affection, and said in a heartache, "Let the mother look, but is she thin?"

"Daughter is not thin."

"This month, Niang misses you every day."

"I prayed for the mother for a month in the temple. The Bodhisattva will hear it. I hope the mother's illness will get better soon." Zhao Er held his mother's hand.

Tears in my eyes!

The woman sighed, but smiled slightly in the corner of her mouth, and touched her daughter's face, saying, "Silly girl, the mother's illness is all old, it doesn't matter if it's good or not."

"It will be fine!"

"Okay, my mother promised you that it will get better soon."

This is the smile on Zhao Er's face.

She noticed that her mother only embroidered half of the handkerchief, picked it up, and asked, "Is this for Zhao'er?"

The handkerchief is embroidered with a bamboo.

Woman: "Don't you always want your mother to embroider a handkerchief for you? Just recently, when you are better, just embroider a piece. The only thing your mother can give you is this."

There was helplessness and apology in the tone.

Zhao Er said, "Zhao Er doesn't want to ask for anything else, nor does she want to be glorious, just want my mother to be with me all the time, that's enough."

She plunged into her mother's arms.

Hold tightly.

Enjoying the warmth.

The woman wept quietly.

Erase it.

Slow down--

"Mother." Zhao Er called out.

"Well, what's wrong?"

She sat upright, opened her clear eyes, and asked, "I remember my mother once told me that if one day, when I meet someone who makes me feel like a butterfly, then that is love, right?"

The woman paused for a moment, reached out and touched her head, and asked, "So my good Zhao'er, have you seen that person?"

Zhao'er must nod.

"Who is he?" "The daughter doesn't know, but he promised me that when he meets next time, he will tell me about Yiwu! So I believe that the bodhisattva will bless me and let me meet him, right Madam?"