Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Lord Li's house.Kang Dinghou came here before dawn, and said a lot of things before and after. It was nothing more than the murder of his son. There was worry and lament in his speech. There were a few tears in his eyes, but he never fell down. Fell off and endured several times

.Master Li's heart is not a taste. This is a good day for his longevity. The famous people in Yanjing City have basically come. It can be said that they have given face and respect. How come that this incident, joyous event and funeral event collide One piece, still dead

It was the nephew of Wang Shangshu, the king of North Korea, and it was his nephew who was charged with murder. This kind of thing is really embarrassing.

But for the sake of fairness, neither Master Li nor Kang Dinghou should be partial to prevent falling out of the population."Brother, I said that this child is a little tough, but he will never do anything to kill people. This time it must be framed as general Su said, but where is only two days? Brother, you have to say Speak!" Hou Ye was anxious, one

Overwhelmed all night, I wanted to see my son, and I was worried that someone would secretly say that I could only come to Master Li while the sky was bright, and I stayed for two hours.

In short, just a few words.Master Li sat cross-legged on the mat and sighed. He picked up the tea from the tea case and prepared to put it in his mouth. But as soon as the tea came to his mouth, he put it down again, and a bunch of folds on his forehead wrinkled deeply. Anxious Kang Dinghou opposite, said, "Say this

It wasn’t me that I could make up for it in a single sentence. Some small incidents can still be resolved, but now it’s murder, the lives are closed, even the Emperor can’t use his power here for personal gain, let alone me?"

"But elder brother..." "You father, indulge your son on weekdays to make his temperament lawless. He always has you as a dad's buttocks whenever he gets into trouble, so it becomes like this, if I really want to blame, you have to blame your father's inaction,

This makes his son like this!"Master Li has a harsh tone and reprimanded him as his elder brother, but he was more or less worried. Hou Ye was ashamed and knew that he had been too indulgent in Li's words before he got used to his stink." Something wrong. Helpless... There is only one child under the knee, what can he do without pain? Moreover, he is too busy on weekdays, so he is negligent in discipline, so that Li Shiyan

With the title of Shizi in Yanjing City, he did his own thing, and now he has such a disaster, and he, a father, also regrets it.

just--

He can't wait to die!He looked at his elder brother and pleaded with his face, "Yes, there is indeed a reason for me, but he said that he would never kill someone, elder brother, he is your dear nephew, you should believe him, although he has a temperament Zhang Yang, but my heart is good

Yes, this kind of murderous thing, you dare not give him a hundred guts!"

"But that's the situation right now!"

"You go and tell Master Huang, just say that a few more days, two days is really not enough!"

Master Li sighed: "I am afraid Master Huang has agreed, Wang Shangshu has resentment."

"Then..." Hou Ye scratched his head and scratched his head, his heart burning like fire.Master Li is helpless. If he is an intermediary, it wouldn’t be a problem to speak to Master Huang, but Li Shiyan is his nephew, so in this case, his identity is more sensitive. If he really intervenes Dip

I am afraid that Wang Shangshu will make a big fuss, but I can’t ignore it.

Today, he can only think of one person-

"Old owner of Ning'an Villa!"

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After Yixiang incense, Master Li immediately sent Uncle Liang, who had followed him for many years, to the Luocao Pavilion, where the old owner closed, intending to invite the old owner to come forward.Luocao Pavilion is located in a bamboo forest behind the villa. If you don’t go deep into the forest, it’s hard to find a low tower. The words “Luo Cao Pavilion” are written on the gate of the tower. Holy Hand Wen Cong closed his doors here for a while.Usually, a few little guys take turns to send meals and wait.And this time, Master Li’s birthday, it’s justifiable to say that the old owner did not attend in order to retreat, but Wen Cong, who has always loved to join in the fun

It's a bit weird if you go.The pavilion is quiet and elegantly decorated. There is a Buddha statue in the pagoda. There are many elevated frames around it, filled with candles, and the yellow streamer hangs beside the red column in the pagoda. A warm wind brought in by the window Blow ups and downs, even elevated

The candle above was also trembling faintly, watching as it was almost blown out.The second floor is full of bookshelves, filled with various books on top, without any gaps, and some books that can't be stuffed are directly stacked on the ground.

At this time, the old owner and Wen Cong were retreating in the warm pavilion on the second floor.

To be a retreat is nothing more than to discuss learning, playing chess, drinking tea, and occasionally chatting about North Korea and China or some of the grievances on the rivers and lakes.

The two sat on the ground, with a game of chess in front of them. Lao Zhuang presided over the black son, Wen Cong held the white son, and saw the situation in the board. Obviously, the black son was the majority, and the white son was in danger. Defeated.

Forty-something Wen Cong with white fingers between his fingers, frowning and staring at the chessboard, thinking about where to go next?

There was no delay.

The old owner, who was sitting in the opposite seventies, was not in a hurry. He brushed a white beard and a pair of squinting eyes was also fixed on the chess board. He did not urge or disturb him. After a short meeting, he would He took a cup of tea and drank.

Until Wen Cong dropped the white on his fingertips!

The eyes of the old owner opened in a line and nodded. "In a few days, your chess skills have improved a lot."

"Don't make fun of me, the old owner, I have played so many games with you in the past few days and I haven't won one time."

"Winning or losing is not important, what is important is what you have learned!"

"This is not false, but it takes time to learn more, but I can't stay here for too long, otherwise I must learn chess from the old master." "Each has its own strengths! I am idle in the mountain villa, except reading a book and drinking tea is playing chess, over time, natural mastery, but you are different, you have superb medical skills, some are the ability to save lives and help the wounded, everyone praises you a holy doctor

The skill is much stronger than my old man who can only play chess."Old Master Zhuang is old, he is not impatient, he slowly swallows, and then picks up a black spot and put it on the chessboard.

At one moment, he ate a few white pieces of the opponent and picked them into the chess cup one by one.The old owner of Ning'an Mountain Villa is already 75 years old this year. He has been living in a secluded place in this mountain village, but there are always things on the rivers and lakes, or things about North Korea, when he was young. He will also take care of it, but as he gets older, even at this age, he will just listen to it and turn his head to continue to read books and play chess.And he has no children under his knees and is alone, but he doesn’t feel lonely, he is at ease, only

Waiting for a hundred years to return to old and free.

As for Wen Cong, who originally came to celebrate the birthday of Master Li, he suddenly got into the Luocaojie and spent a few days with the old owner. Even if such a big thing happened outside these two days, he did not go out and take a look. , As if changing personality.

After a cup of tea, the game in front of him was over.

Needless to say, the old owner still won!

They packed their chess pieces and prepared to play again, but someone knocked on the door of the Nuan Pavilion.

Xiaogu came in with an incense burner in his hand and placed it next to the chessboard. He said, "Zhuangzhu, Uncle Liang asked to see outside Luocao Pavilion, saying that Master Li sent him to bring a sentence.

Wang Huai’s death was in the villa, and it was spread to the ear of the old owner on the night of the accident, but he ignored it.

Uncle Liang is now coming to see it, certainly because of this matter.

The old owner did not react, but reopened the game with Wen Cong, placing the black spots in his hand on the bare chessboard.However, Wen Cong didn't drop Bai Zi slowly, but covered the chess cup at hand and said, "Old Master, I'm still not good at chess! I'm afraid that I will feel a little bit ashamed if I go down. , This chess will end today."