Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 47
Seeing this, Mrs. Fu could only cry and said: "Girl, I also know that I can't forgive you for this matter, but since you sold our house to me, you promised to marry my son... Even if you die... Yan He is a good boy, and he will never treat you badly when you get down there..."

What he said was so clear and ridiculous!

Everyone is dead, who cares about whether it is thin or not?
Now that things are up to now, if Jing Chun keeps his identity a secret, he might really end up in a desperate situation.

"I'm a painter from Jingzhao Mansion. Today I'm investigating the case of ghost marriage. What I want to arrest is the person who sells the female body, not you. You'd better let me go. Jingzhao Mansion will investigate here soon. It's too late." It’s not as simple as a ghost marriage case.”

Everyone could hear the threat in Jing Chun's words, and everyone shuddered somewhat, who would dare to do such a thing to offend the government.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Fu said: "How can a girl be an official of Jingzhao Mansion, how can the dignified Fu family allow you a girl to talk nonsense?"

Pay the family!It seems that the person in the coffin is Fu Yan!

Jing Chun thought of his token, which was the best evidence to prove his identity, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time. Then he remembered that his token had been lost when he found Zhu Hong.

"Just go to Jingzhao Mansion to prove my identity. I really am..."

Mr. Fu forcibly interrupted: "So what, your current status is to be a match for a ghost marriage!"

Jing Chun was a little flustered, she was really afraid that this group of people had no scruples.

Jing Chun had to stay calm. She needed a cool head at this time, even if the wax flowed on her palms, she had to endure it.

"Jingzhao Mansion is a city government. If you hurt me, you are persecuting an official. The most severe punishment is to be hanged. You have to think carefully."

Jing Chun's heart was beating with the dripping of wax oil, and he said sternly, "If I die, none of you will be able to escape."

Jing Chun's words are not unreasonable, not to mention Jing Chun's status as an official of the Jingzhao Mansion, just murdering other people's lives is inevitable.

Although Mr. Fu thought about matching his son with a ghost marriage, the current situation is already complicated. How many guts does he have to risk his life to gamble?

"How about..." Master Fu wanted to let go.

"No!" Madam Fu immediately interrupted Master Fu, "Yan'er can't wait any longer!"

When Jing Chun came, he knew that Fu Yan had been dead for three days. Now that this day is added, wouldn't it be four days since he died!

"I think this person deserves to be married in the underworld." The person who spoke was the housekeeper of the Fu family, who analyzed: "No matter whether this person is an official of Jingzhao Mansion or not, he cannot get out alive. If this person dies and is investigated, When he came out, he could have claimed that he was already dead when he was brought here, but if this person comes out alive, the Jingzhao Mansion will definitely find out about the madam and the master, and then they will be charged with murder."

Isn't this killing people?

The butler continued: "Anyway, the young master needs someone to take care of him down there, so why not take a gamble..."

Jing Chun heard this clearly.

"I am a living person, an upright living person, with breathing and pulse. Do you still see the king's law in your eyes?"

Jing Chun tried to arouse the conscience of this group of people, they are all human beings, how could they torture Jing Chun like this?

Madam Fu said with tears in her eyes: "As a parent, how can you see your children suffer in the ground?"

Jing Chun almost breathed out fragrance. Have you ever seen a pure white lotus?I have never seen such a white lotus as the Virgin Mary!
Jing Chun couldn't understand, "Your son is still a life even if he is dead, so am I not a life if I live?"

The melted candle passed through Jing Chun's palm and flowed into Fu Yan's coffin.

The dripping of the candle reminded Jing Chun of the long chirping of birds flying across the sky, and the collision of freedom and imprisonment silently sounded the alarm in Jing Chun's heart.

She has to fight once, she must not die a second time!
It is impossible for an individual to tolerate the abuse of one's own body by others, let alone the power to kill a person's freedom,

Jing Chun's eyes were full of hatred, and he said, "So what if I marry your son? If he feels at ease, will you feel at ease? The fact is that you are sacrificing human life for your own selfish desires!"

Jing Chun looked at the silent people and took a deep breath. If he didn't do something cruel, would he really think that Jing Chun was a poser?
Jing Chun took out his original drawing and kept approaching the candle flame.

With a "swish" sound, the entire quiet mourning hall lit up with a string of flames, like moths rushing towards the fire with the hope of rebirth, quickly lighting up the hall.

Jing Chun's red side face was like a torn red lantern, "If I die, it won't be easy for you all!"

But Jing Chun still underestimated Mrs. Fu's obsession with dealing with Yan. Without waiting for Jing Chun's reaction, she took three steps and two steps at a time and walked towards Jing Chun.

Hey Hey hey!
Jing Chun, you are a decent person, but you can't live and die too much!

Jing Chun has never seen such a maddened person like Mrs. Fu, who can snatch the drawing from Jing Chun's hand without shame.

That's a drawing that's still burning!
"You let go!" Jing Chun didn't care about anything, and fought for the candle.

But Mrs. Fu was really desperately trying to snatch the candle in Jing Chun's hand, and she was not even afraid of the burning of the fire.

The candle that was still in his hand just now was instantly ignited in the coffin.

Jing Chun was stunned on the spot, and Mrs. Fu seemed to be out of control. She went up to put out the burning fire for Fu Yan with her hands, crying and shouting as if she was crazy.

Several domestic servants stepped forward to control Jing Chun one after another, they couldn't tolerate Jing Chun's struggle, and didn't let Jing Chun have the strength to fight back.

The fire was quickly extinguished, but Fu Yan's shroud was burned.

Madam Fu held back her tears and stepped forward to slap Jing Chun, ignoring the burn on her palm, her eyes were filled with murderous intent, she said: "I would do anything for my son, what do you know, you know a mother Are you trying so hard? Even if you take my life for the rest of my life, I will be willing to do so!"

Jing Chun was stunned, she didn't understand, this kind of maternal love was too deformed, too paranoid, and even had to sacrifice others in exchange.

This man is crazy!
What a madman!
Jing Chun looked at the woman who was almost crazy in front of him, and sneered: "You don't love your son, you are guilty. You couldn't give him something when you were alive, and you wanted to make up for it after death, even killing someone to make up for it. Your son's death It has nothing to do with you, you killed him, and you will be sorry for your son for the rest of your life!"

With a "slap", Jing Chun was slapped, and then another slap!

As if she had been stabbed in her heart, Madam Fu couldn't help trembling, her trembling hands tried to suppress the panic in her heart, her eyes widened, tears couldn't stop streaming down, and behind her, many maids started whispering.

"... Isn't the young master forced to death by his wife?"

"Master's death..."

Madam Fu suddenly became furious, picked up the tributes on the table and threw them at some talkative maids.

It seems that what Jing Chun said is right, Fu Yan's death has something to do with Mrs. Fu.

Master Fu said at this time: "Today's matter, if anyone dares to report to the officials, he will break his leg in one step, his waist in two steps, and no one will survive in three steps! If anyone wants to save her today , then get married instead of her!"

This whole family must be crazy!
Everyone was trembling and silent. Rather than choosing someone among them for the underworld marriage, they obviously wanted Jing Chunlai to be the scapegoat.

Jing Chun looked at the current situation in front of him and didn't know who to blame for a moment, "Where are your hearts? Where are your parents' hearts? Are your hearts at ease?"

Mrs. Fu's expression remained unchanged, "It's mainly for Yan'er. I feel at ease with everything."

Seeing the situation where he was in danger of dying or living, Jing Chun lost all scruples and said: "It is for your son's peace of mind, but it is for your own peace of mind, because you are afraid, you are afraid that your son will hate you, I just want to make up for it, what qualifications does the person who forced his son to death have to be called a mother? Just pretend, if your son is really a good boy, would he want to see his mother do such a heinous thing? "

Before Jing Chun could continue speaking, the servant next to him had already stuffed Jing Chun's mouth with white linen cloth.

Madam Fu's eyes turned red, "Put her in a wedding dress! Get married tonight! Burial tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)