Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 107 Innocent?

Since the last time it rained, Jing Chun has always avoided Jiang Hejin. Even though Jiang Hejin's health has improved a lot, Jing Chun should go to see it because of her status as Princess Li. The reason given to Lu Chi also became "busy".

Only one day after Jiang and Jin called Qiao Ying over, knowing that Jing Chun had seen Xiao En again, they didn't say a word for a long time, but wrapped the blanket tightly and let everyone get down.

However, Jing Chun is indeed busy, although Mr. Qing Bai's case is considered closed, but if this person is buried here, Jing Chun really feels a pity.

Jing Chun checked the files of the entire Jingzhao Mansion, but couldn't find out why. After all, Mr. Qingbai's murder was a fact, and it is obviously not easy to reduce his sentence.

Jing Chun had no choice but to ask Master Tang. Master Tang just sipped the tea, then stretched out three fingers and said, "Three choices."

"Which three?"

"If you want to save his life, you have only three choices. One is castration, or become an eunuch, but eunuchs also have rules. He is too old for castration. Second, wait for the Holy Majesty Amnesty to the world, this depends on fate, someone waited until the time of beheading and failed to wait for the will of amnesty to the world, this move is dangerous and dangerous..."

"What about the third?"

"exile."

"exile?"

"Although exile is difficult, if you can survive for one day, you can still survive..."

"But he is an old man, how can he endure the pain of exile."

"If you can't stand the left and right, then there is no other way, only a dead end..."

Looking at Jing Chun's sad face, Tang Gushang was also puzzled, and asked, "Usually, don't you clearly distinguish between black and white? Why are you still thinking about leaving the life of a murderer today?"

"This murderer is repentant, knowledgeable, and Zhang Gong's teacher. If he really dies, I will always feel sorry..."

Hearing Jing Chun's answer, Tang Gushang couldn't help but feel a little amused, "I really don't understand how you people, if you don't live a good and prosperous life, you have to deal with these dead and injured people, and you are not afraid of taboos."

"What's so taboo about this? If one day I am kicked out by His Highness Prince Li, my life may not be as good as that of Master Tang?"

Tang Gushang knew that what Jing Chun said was a joke, so he followed her words and joked, "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if you are driven out, the gold and silver you carry with you will still work harder than us." Save a lot.”

This sentence seemed to speak to Jing Chun's heart, and he smiled and said: "Listening to what Master Tang said, I really want to be kicked out."

Tang Gushang didn't shy away from it, and laughed a few times.

After leaving the study, Jing Chun went all the way to the prison, not for anything else, just to see Mr. Qing Bai.

Mr. Qingbai was not as energetic as he was back then. He was holding a brush in his hand, and his waist was hunched over. He was drawing something on the wall. Jing Chun took a closer look, it was a lotus, a painting of lotus in clear water.

Mr. Qingbai was very surprised to see Jing Chun's arrival. He just put away the pen in his hand and saluted respectfully: "What does the well painter want from me?"

Jing Chun couldn't bear this gift, Jing Chun had no choice but to return the gift, saying: "I want to save Mr.'s life."

Qing Bai was a little surprised, fearing that he had heard wrongly. The man in front of him had personally sent him to prison.

Jing Chun repeated: "I want to save Mr.'s life. Although Mr.'s crime is murder, there is also a way to save him. Apart from castration and exile, the best thing is to wait for the Holy God to grant amnesty to the world. However, this requires Wait, if you don't want to wait, I know a few lawyers who may be able to help you."

Mr. Qingbai paused and found a seat on a straw mat to sit down. The clear sound of shackles coming from the handcuffs seemed to question Jing Chun again why he had such an idea.

"I am already guilty, why do you need to save me?"

"Sir is willing to prepare a future for Songyun's boat-painting students. If he dies, it will only make people feel sorry. How can merit and demerit be compared?"

So it turned out that Mr. Qing Bai felt a little calmer in his heart, and said: "Thank you."

"Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for making me realize before I die that maybe I am still a good person."

"gentlemen……"

"My life is clean and dirty, how can I let ants feel at ease? I can't tolerate the filth in my heart, but I can't be unparalleled in the world. Let me live with guilt, it's better to end my life."

"Then what should the students of Songyun Huafang do?"

Mr. Qingbai narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Chifeng will take good care of them. With him here, Songyun Huafang will never collapse. The only thing I can't let go of is Ruo Lian. I know his temper. His first reaction when faced with this matter is always rejection, so I won’t blame him if he doesn’t come to see me. I would also like to thank everyone at Jingzhao Mansion for taking care of Ruolian for such a long time..."

Jing Chun couldn't bear it and said: "Sir, if you die, you will really ruin your painting skills..."

Mr. Qingbai smiled lightly, "It's not a loss, the students of Songyun Painting Boat have learned a lot of skills, I know that killing people pays for their lives, and I also know that the painter Jing wants to save me because you and I are both painters. Time can't bear to have my talents buried or eliminated, but things have come to this, and I have no intention of living in the world anymore. For me, death is the best relief."

Mr. Qingbai could not break the shackles trapped in his heart. Even if he survived, he would always remember the evil deeds he did to Mr. Yew that day and his actions in the brothel. This was something he could not face. Throughout his life Seeking innocence in the world, how could he tolerate such a bad stain in his life.

Jing Chun asked the ultimatum, "Mr. Qingbai, don't you want to live?"

Qing Bai smiled lightly, "I don't want to live anymore. For me, death is the best way to escape. It's best to die as soon as possible..."

Looking at Jing Chun's disappointed eyes, Mr. Qingbai looked at the lotus he originally painted and said: "I often think about how the lotus can emerge from the mud without being stained, and wash the clear ripples without being evil. It is so beautiful. People can't help but admire their character. But then I thought about the lotus that is not stained by the silt but stained by floating dust. Its fragrance is not demonic but trembles with the wind. I thought that maybe the floating dust in this world is far more terrible than the silt, which can corrode the lotus heart. There is no stable branch and can only sway in the wind, which is far more beautiful than other flower buds. Do you suddenly feel that the green lotus is not as admirable?"

"Life..." Mr. Qingbai sighed, "The same is true. When you look at Qinglian with a dirty look, then no matter how beautiful the flower is, it will be despicable, and no matter how light the taste is, it will be despised. People find it stinky. For me, that's exactly the case. I once thought about whether I should live or not, but when I thought about how I had to spend the rest of my remaining life waiting for a murderer's conviction, I thought that I might have to Bearing the guilt in my heart and repenting every day, thinking about being criticized by thousands of people and avoiding it, I felt that those days were bleak, and it was more uncomfortable than killing me. I didn't want to live those days, I would rather die to get rid of them. Go to hell, the pain of the flesh is far more painful than the pain of the soul."

Jing Chun didn't know what to say. At that moment, she stood on the materialist point of view and said something that satisfied Mr. Qingbai, "There is no hell after death."

"If this is the case, the old man will be grateful."

Jing Chun didn't give up, and said: "If the master changes his mind, you can tell me..."

"No need," Mr. Qing Bai smiled, obviously without a trace of remembrance, "I am willing to die."

Jing Chun knew that she couldn't persuade her anymore, so she didn't try to persuade her anymore. She walked out of the prison and looked at the sun embedded in the sky. The dazzling light made Jing Chun subconsciously avoid it.

Jing Chun has been in Jingzhao Mansion for so long and has seen many cases, big and small. Jing Chun will accept everything that happens, but the death of life is the most difficult thing for Jing Chun to accept.

When a person dies, he will sleep forever, and there will never be another possibility. Jing Chun has experienced death, so she cherishes her hard-won possibility even more.

Later, Song Yiwen was concerned about Mr. Qingbai's first crime, so he deliberately left Mr. Qingbai's body intact.

Poison wine, dagger, white silk.

Mr. Qingbai chose poisonous wine. He accepted death calmly, just like welcoming tomorrow's pilgrimage...

(End of this chapter)