Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Slowly, Natuo moved a few times, opened his bloodshot eyes and looked around, then lifted the bottle in his hand and poured it into his mouth.

But a drop of wine was not poured out.

He immediately shook his hand and threw the wine bottle out.

Slammed on the ground!

A "bang" sound.

Shattered.

He looked at the wine bottle that had fallen to the ground in front of him, and threw himself forward, grabbing randomly with his hands around.

But all are empty wine bottles.

"Come, come!" he yelled.

But no one responded for a long time.

"What about people? Where are you going to die? Wine, give me wine."

No one still answered.

He was lying on the ground, unable to scream anything.

for a long time--

The door finally opened.

But it wasn't the girl and the little girl in the house who came in, but a woman in white clothes.

The woman came to him and stopped.

Na Tuo followed the white cloth shoes in front of him, and his eyes slowly moved upward.

But when she landed on the woman's knee, she was unable to lift it up.

His head fell down.

Jing Xuan looked down at the man lying in front of him, looking calm, with an elusive emotion in his eyes.

For a long time, she squatted slowly.

White clothes are very bright.

Her slender fingers lightly brushed the falling hair, and the corners of her mouth were raised, saying, "Don't you want the throne most? Then I will let you taste it, what is the unsatisfactory taste?"

The voice echoed in the air...

Weird and cold.

That Tuo Yin vaguely heard something, moved his body.

No more!

Jing Xuan looked at him coldly, then got up and went out.

As soon as I reached the door, I saw a little girl carrying a basin of water ready to go in. When she saw a white dress with scattered hair in Jing Xuan, she was frightened, her hand shook, and the tub fell out of her hand. .

Hit the ground.

A potful of water spilled out.

Splashed on Jing Xuan's clothes.

"Wang... Princess?" The girl looked at her with wide eyes.

In the middle of the night, a woman dressed like this would come out from the inside and change to anyone, and she would be afraid.

Jing Xuan looked at her and said: "Tomorrow the prince wakes up, remember to persuade him not to drink anymore."

"...Yes!" the girl shuddered, "Princess, are you this?"

Jing Xuan didn't respond to her, her hands lay softly on both sides, her back was straight, and she stepped forward step by step without squinting.

In the end, the girl was left with a thin, lonely back.

It took a long time for the little girl to react.

Turning into the house, seeing that Tuo was lying motionless on the ground, he hurriedly called out someone and carried the drunken prince onto the bed.

It's just... what did the princess come here?

...

The next day, Nato woke up from bed and felt uncomfortable.

The head hurt violently.

He got out of bed and went out of the inner room, and found that the room had been cleaned up.

Not at all a little messy.

However, he still couldn't hold up any spirits, and he sat on the chair with one butt and shouted, "Come here."

The girl came in from the outside hunched over.

"What did the lord say?"

Na Tuo supported his head and softened his eyebrows: "Go get the wine."

"Master, still..." Stop drinking.

All these words were spoken and immediately interrupted by Na Tuo.

He said, "I'm not in a hurry."

The little girl didn't move.

Na Tuo lifted those bloodshot eyes and looked at her with haggard eyes, saying, "Did you not hear Ben Wang? Ben Wang said he wanted wine!"

"The slave maid heard it, but..."

"but what?"

"Last night...The princess came last night and said that the slave-servant persuaded the prince not to drink anymore."

what?

Natuo thought he had heard it wrong.

"what did you say?"

"After the prince was drunk in it last night, the princess came."

"Bang!" Na Tuo raised his head and slammed his hand on the desk case.

"Don't the king say it? The princess is forbidden to move around. Are you talking about the king's words?"

"No, the prince, the slave-servant doesn't know how the princess came here last night? At that time, she was dressed in..."

"What is it?"

"Wearing in white, still wearing hair."

What is this operation?

late at night!

In white!

Put on your hair!

This is not a ghost

Na Tuo once again thought that he had heard it wrong, and he stood up and asked with confirmation: "Are you sure you came last night?"

"Yes."

"What is she doing here?"

"This is not clear, but when you leave, let the slave girl wait for the prince to wake up and advise you to drink less."

Nato: "..."

Why do you always feel cold in your back?

Somewhat strange.

Despite the fire in his heart, before Gong Shilin died, he said that he would not treat Jing Xuan.

This is probably the only thing he can do.

...

the other side.

A news spread among the officials.

Three days later, there will be a lantern party next to Wenqiao.

Many literary nobles in the city were invited to participate.

As for who is the host?

It’s unknown!

Most of the students who participated in this meeting received an invitation.

Song Zhi is no exception!

He looked at the invitation in his hand in surprise and sent a long stay!

Because, he is different from others.

Apart from being able to write poems, one is not a great literary man, the other is not an official, and the other is no backstage.

Unlike other students, either they are rich, they have power, or they have already become a disciple of an adult.

So he doubted that he could be invited.

Langpo happened to pass by the door of his room.

I saw him sitting at the desk holding something and watching.

His face was very tangled.

"What are you looking at?" he asked toward the room.

Suddenly, the sound from the door surprised Song Zhi.

He turned back suddenly, and saw Langbo's round eyes looking at himself curiously.

He quickly hid the invitation letter in his sleeve.

"It's nothing."

Langpo's mouth twitched with a bad smile: "Wouldn't it be a letter from any girl's family?"

Man, what you said is too literary.

Isn’t it more straightforward to say love letters directly?

Song Zhi's face turned red.

She got up and said in a shame: "Son Lang... what are you talking about, I... no, such a condition of me, where can the girl come from?"

"Then you show me."

"Not a good thing."

"Let me see."

Langpo just depends.

Hurry to pull his sleeve.

The speed was very fast, and Song Zhi didn't respond. The invitation letter that he had hidden in his sleeve was just ripped off by Langpo.

Langpo was happy and broke.

I thought I caught Song Zhi's weakness.

However, when he looked at what was in his hand, he realized that it was not a love letter at all, but an invitation letter.

There was no interest at once.

Throw things to him: "Cut, I thought it was something."

Song Zhi quickly caught the invitation and patted it with his hand.Very cherished.