Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 45 Hole Cards
When Jing Chun woke up, it was pitch black all around. Jing Chun rubbed her hands in the darkness, and always found that she should be lying horizontally in some kind of cabinet, but she tried her best to find the cabinet door until she found that there was no possibility of opening and closing. Only then did Jing Chun realize that this cabinet had no door.

No, this is not a cabinet, this is more like a coffin!
Jing Chun panicked, her heart beat suddenly, she tried her best to cover her excessive breathing with her hands, she didn't dare to think, if she was really in the coffin, would she still be angry?

The documentaries he watched in the past flashed through his mind one by one. Jing Chun still remembers a scene of suffocating to death in a coffin, and the final body was hideous.

No, she can't!
It's not easy for her to survive for once. How could she die just because she wanted to? There was no explanation for such a death.

Jing Chun adjusted his breathing, continued to calm down his mood, and patted the coffin board, "Is anyone there?"

But there was silence, and only Jing Chun's own heartbeat and breathing could be heard.

Jing Chun worked harder, "Is there anyone? Come on—"

The fist was already hurting, Jing Chun broke out in a cold sweat, if Jing Chun was simply placed in a coffin, at least there is still room for lobbying, the fear is that at this time a coffin has already been buried in the soil.

Jing Chun tried his best to climb open the coffin boards, but the coffin opened and closed jerkyly, Jing Chun exhausted all his breastfeeding strength but could not get the coffin open.

Jing Chun tried his best to calm down and keep thinking in a good direction.

With Zhu Hong's courage, burying a living person is indeed not something he can do, and people from Jingzhao Mansion are also looking for the whereabouts of these three people. The capital is as big as a place, and they will always be found.

And Tang Gushang, he should be able to realize where Jing Chun has gone and what he is looking for. As long as he leaves clues, he will not be afraid that others will not realize his disappearance.

Jing Chun knocked on the coffin boards on the side and bottom again. The boards did not sound as thick as solid wood. They were probably not buried in the ground, and they were not that thick coffin, but a thin coffin.

Jing Chun has not felt the difficulty of breathing yet, that is to say, there should be some slits in this thin coffin.

Jing Chun kept comforting himself, and at the same time tried to look in the book bag for any tools that anyone could use.

Drawing paper, charcoal pencils, and two boiled eggs that Aunt Lan put in, Jing Chun took out the two eggs.

In a life without drinking water, Jing Chun can last only three days.

Compared to drinking water and eating, loneliness and disappointment are Jing Chun's biggest enemies, and they are still in this extremely claustrophobic space.

Outside the door, Lao Cheng, Er Nian and Zhu Hong obviously heard Jing Chun's cry, but turned a blind eye to it. Confronting each other is not a good way, they have already begun to figure out how to arrange Jing Chun.

Zhu Hong was a bit timid compared to the two of them. Hearing Jing Chun's call for help, he couldn't help but cover his ears and said, "Why don't we let the well painter go? The well painter is not a bad person after all, and she said If we let her go back, no one will catch us..."

Zhu Hong's words are not unreasonable. If Jing Chun stays here for one more day, their progress will be slowed down by one day. Jing Chun can neither die in their hands, nor can he always live in their hands. The first concern,
"Brother Hong, you just believe her nonsense." Nian Nian pointed at Zhu Hong's nose and said, "Could it be someone else who is wanted on the street now? If not, we worked hard to carry a coffin in this ruined temple." live?"

In the end, Ernian was still afraid that he would not have a trump card in his hand. As long as Jing Chun stayed in their hands for one more day, the people in the government would not dare to touch them. With a hostage in hand, it was somewhat emboldened.

Zhu Hong looked worried, glanced at the coffin parked in the temple, and sighed: "That's why I thought of leaving the well painter behind. Carrying this coffin is really a drag, otherwise I wouldn't have taken the well painter as a hostage first. On the contrary, we were caught first, so we should let the well painter go back. After all, it doesn’t count as hurting people’s lives..."

"I have an idea, the pawnbroker in the east of the city..." Lao Cheng tapped his cigarette stick, his eyes revealing greed, and said: "Mrs. Fu said that if she can find a girl who looks good and clean, the price will be higher." Whatever we want to drive..."

The original intention of the pawnshop in the east of the city was to match the dead Fu Yan with a ghost marriage, but they felt that the dead Zhou Lian had stayed in a foreign country after all, and his appearance was not good-looking. Son.

"Absolutely not," Zhu Hong shook his head hastily, "Old Cheng, you told me back then that you are only worthy of the dead, so what's the point of being worthy of the living? This will shorten your lifespan."

"If it would shorten my life, I'm afraid I would have died in my mother's womb a long time ago, and I'm not living well now," Ernian patted himself on the chest. At this age, he is extremely courageous, and he is completely fearless as a newborn calf. Hu's appearance, "Master Cheng's words are not unreasonable. It's just a yin marriage for the living. If you have money and get rid of the burden, why not, anyway, whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with us!"

Zhu Hong was angry, pointing at a group of people and said: "A living person is marrying a dead person in a secret marriage. Can you imagine that the well painter is still alive? Okay! If you don't let him go, I will let him go! At worst, I will be sent to the land of Lingnan." , it’s like this bad money is good.”

Zhu Hong was originally dissatisfied with this kind of thing, but now he spoke out in anger.

Lao Cheng took a long puff of the remaining cigarette, and then he and Niannian looked at each other, and there was a sneaky look in his eyes.

Nian Nian naturally understood, and quietly took out the drugged handkerchief from his sleeve. This handkerchief was originally intended to be used on Jing Chun, but he did not expect it to be used in the hands of one of his own people.

Seeing that Zhu Hong was unprepared in the second year, he suddenly covered Zhu Hong's mouth and nose. Zhu Hong struggled a few times, but after a while he stopped moving and fainted to the ground.

It seemed that Zhu Hong could not be taken away this time. In the second year, Zhu Hong was tied to a living room, his mouth was gagged, and then he covered Zhu Hong's body with several piles of straw.

After things have come to this point, two years can be regarded as the end of benevolence and righteousness, and it can also be regarded as a favor not to kill.

Jing Chun listened to the noise outside and slapped the coffin board harder. Suddenly, a ray of light shone in. Jing Chun was slightly stunned. Before he could adapt to the light, he saw a big hand holding a handkerchief. Cover your mouth and nose.

But the man's strength was so great that he couldn't get around Jing Chun. Jing Chun pretended to fall into a coma, and his big hand was pulled out, leaving behind a gleam of light. He was just about to close the coffin when Old Cheng said, "Master, this The coffin cannot be closed anymore, she has just passed out, if the coffin is closed again, she will really die, suffocated to death."

After hearing this, the man loosened his hand, giving Jing Chun some room to breathe.

When it was fragmented, Jing Chun seemed to hear the sound of silver rubbing against each other, and then heard the small words, "The money is yours, the request is very simple, don't let me see her again, otherwise, your fate will be the same as hers. The fate will be the same today!”

"Yes, yes, we will arrange it naturally."

(End of this chapter)