Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 32 Corpse Spots
In the yizhuang, the altar table in the hall is extremely conspicuous, the entire table is covered with a black cloth, and the table is also filled with incense ashes and offering fruits.

There are a lot of wooden coffins in the front hall, which are only for use. The coffins are empty. Coupled with the cold weather, there is a kind of horror and strangeness in the whole coffin.

When Lao Chenghe heard in the second year that Zhu Hong said that the person coming was His Royal Highness King Li, he quickly knelt down and worshiped.

Jiang Hejin didn't say anything. Looking at the scene in front of him, he frowned slightly. He was obviously a little resistant to the cold atmosphere here, but he didn't show it deliberately. He said a few polite words and stood at the door. .

However, Jing Chun looked at the two of them. As Zhu Hong said, Lao Cheng was a little older and his body was no longer strong, but the one who served tea and water was not necessarily slow, and the second-year-old was not short, but Seeing that he was not very old, he still had a childish look on his face.

Jing Chun looked at the shoes of the two of them carefully, there was no trace of loess, that is to say, they had not been to Yan Huai's grave this morning, and they did not do the digging of the grave.

Jing Chun seemed to have thought of something, took out the pen and paper in his hand, and said, "Can you tell me what Yan Huai looked like when he saw him for the last time?"

Jiang and Jin didn't know what Jing Chun had planned. Didn't he just say that painting Yan Huai's portrait was in vain?
Seeing that several people had some doubts, Jing Chun explained: "If it is true that Yan Huai turned into a corpse, at least I can know what he looked like in the end, so that I can report it to Jingzhao Mansion..."

Hearing this, several people did not refuse any more, and entered the inner hall one by one.

Jing Chun called Zhu Hong into the inner hall, explaining that he was afraid that the impact would not be profound, but would be affected by other people's descriptions.

The inner hall is where several people sleep. It is a kang bunk, which is more than enough to sleep four people. The furnishings are simple, and there is nothing that needs to be purchased when the men are together on weekdays.

Zhu Hong recalled: "The last time I saw Mr. Yan was when he was put in the coffin. It was no different. He looked exactly as he should. His face was just a little whiter, quite pale. It was just a kind of A state of dead silence.”

"Are there any spots or anything?"

Hearing this, Zhu Hong's heart skipped a beat, he looked around, and asked in a low voice: "You mean corpse spots?"

Jing Chun also half-closed his eyes and nodded, "Is there?"

"No." Zhu Hong shook his head, "When I saw him for the last time, Director Yan's face turned pale, there are no such things."

Jing Chun nodded his head, and it was accepted.

Then Lao Cheng was replaced. Lao Cheng was not as timid as Zhu Hong. On the contrary, he had more experience and was not afraid of anything. He lit a dry cigarette and puffed out: "You are talking about the young man who was buried yesterday." ?”

Jing Chun nodded immediately, "Do you remember anything?"

Old Cheng smiled and said: "Remember, don't look at my age, my memory is very good. When I saw him, I had to wipe his body and put on his shroud. I have seen his whole body. I remember At that time, my face was sallow, and there were dark green spots on my face. It was probably just under the right eye that I needed to reshape my appearance."

"Did you fix his face?"

"That's right," Old Cheng sighed, and said, "Don't look at me as a rough old man. I've been in this business for so long, and I also know that the world is impermanent. Many people who die in other places are not very old. If I Seeing that Nian looks good, I will sculpt and powder them, and let them go well all the way, and reincarnate well in the next life."

Jing quickly drew a portrait of Yan Huai, and Chun also drew a portrait of Yan Huai. He pointed under Yan Huai's right eye and said, "Are you talking about the dark blue corpse spots here?"

"Yes, yes, there are some on the face, just small..."

Jing Chun also made a mark, fixed his gaze on Yan Huai's portrait, and pondered for a while...

After Lao Cheng left, he was replaced by Er Nian. Er Nian was very calm. He had a calmness that others of his age did not have. He was not afraid of those ghosts and gods. He said directly: "The last words I said were that I carried him into the coffin. , his face is very white, with some gray and black spots on the left side of his face and forehead, but the color is very light."

Jing Chun raised his eyes slightly, looked at Er Nian as if nothing had happened, and said, "How many years have you been doing this kind of thing?"

Niannian said with a conflicted face, "Why are you asking this?"

"I don't mean anything else, I just think you came out to do this kind of thing at such a young age..."

Nian Nian sneered, and then said: "I've seen people like you a lot, don't look at me with pity, you can't give anything, and your pity can't help much."

Jing Chun was not annoyed, but said: "I am a poor man just like you, but the situation is a little better than yours. How you want to live is your business, and I don't care about it, so don't use hostile words." Look at me."

Hearing this for the second year, I felt some resentment, turned my head away, and didn't want to pay any more attention to it.

Jing Chun took out another painted portrait, pointed at his forehead and the left side of his face, and asked, "Are the gray and black places you mentioned here and here?"

Er Nian looked indifferent, nodded, and said: "This is it."

Jing Chun asked as usual, "Do you remember anything else?"

After two years of indifference, he stood up and said, "No."

Two-year-old's personality is a bit like a child in a rebellious period. Thinking about it, this age is indeed the age of being cynical and disobedient.

Back in front of the hall, Jiang Hejin saw that Jing Chun had come out, so he also had the intention to leave.

Indeed, it would not be a good thing to stay in this place for too long, so Jing Chun left with Jiang Hejin and others.

But Jiang Hejin didn't go back in a hurry, but went to the teahouse, yes, the teahouse owned by Jiang Hejin.

Jiang Hejin washed his hands with clean water, put on a new pair of boots, and seemed to have thought of something again, so he gave Lu Chi a few words.

Jiang Hejin came out from the screen and said casually, "Did you draw something?"

Jing Chun froze for a moment, followed Jiang Hejin's pace, sat down, and then took out three paintings from the bag, all of which were Yan Huai, but each painting had The difference is that there is a word written on each painting, which are "Zhu", "Cheng" and "Nian".

Jing Chun spread the paintings on the desk and said: "Your Highness, can you arrange the chronological order? I can remind you that the first one should be Lao Cheng. He was responsible for changing Yan Huai's clothes and repairing his face. Then he In the second year, he put Yan Huai into the coffin, and finally Zhu Hong closed the coffin lid."

Jiang and Jin carefully considered the differences in the paintings, and soon saw the clues. They arranged the paintings according to Jing Chun's statement, but soon realized something was wrong, and said quietly: "Someone is lying?"

Jing Chun nodded, showed a slight smile of satisfaction, and then asked: "Is there anyone suspicious of Your Highness?"

Jiang Hejin raised his eyes and looked at Jing Chun's expectant face, but the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and said, "It seems that you suspect him too?"

(End of this chapter)