Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 48
Jing Chun was so blocked that he couldn't even speak a word, and without any room to struggle, he was forcibly put on a wedding dress, and his hands and feet were bound tightly.

Jing Chun watched helplessly as the maids threw the clothes they had changed into the fire plate, along with Jing Chun's cloth bag.

The charcoal pencil burned more vigorously with the help of the firelight.

The funeral just now turned into a wedding in a blink of an eye. The red candles illuminated the entire hall in a terrifying and frightening way, and the red curtains were undoubtedly the biggest mockery of the wedding.

Fu Yan was removed from the coffin. This was forcing Jing Chun to stay with a dead man!

No matter how bad Jing Chun is, he is still a living person, how could he admit defeat so easily?

Jing Chun kicked Fu Yan's corpse directly in the air with the support of two maids. The heavy impact immediately kicked Fu Yan to the ground.

An almost disgusting stench filled the air, and everyone covered their mouths and noses, retreating one after another, not daring to step forward.

In order to find a shady marriage for Fu Yan, Fu Yan's corpse had been buried for a long time, and the corpse had already had some smell. In addition to the fire just now, even though it was covered with sandalwood, it could not be concealed.

But these people didn't expect Jing Chun to be a fiery temper, and this nominal wedding became a farce.

Seeing this, the steward at the side called out, "It's unlucky—I'm afraid I can't be put in the same coffin with the young master..."

After that, there was a rooster crowing, and no one expected that the farce would last all night.

When the butler saw this, he stopped saying anything else and directly said loudly: "Be buried!"

Jing Chun was forced into the original coffin again.

Almost everyone present remembered Jing Chun's last gaze. Hatred can kill almost everyone, and almost everyone feels injustice, but everyone dare not step forward, for fear that they will become the next Jing Chun spring.

The dawn light shines into the red hall. The white linen seems to be covering an ugly wedding and a memorial ceremony. The red curtain is like the blood of a girl, hot and bursting with resentment.

Jing Chun's mouth and nose were covered, and he was stuffed into the coffin again.

The more Jing Chun struggled, the more drugs he took, and he passed out again after a while.

The sound of shoveling soil, the collision of dust and coffin lid was like a death alarm, ringing in Jing Chun's ears, and woke up in a daze after coughing a few times.

Now she should be in the state of being buried.

Jing Chun had no energy left and listened quietly to the thin noise brought by the dust.

She subconsciously touched her wrist and realized that she had forgotten that the bracelet on her wrist had already been replaced by Tang Gushang. Thinking about this wedding dress, she seemed to feel that it was a pity.

At least there are so many betrothal gifts for marrying Jiang Hejin, but marrying a dead person is costing my own life...

"Jing Chun!"

Jing Chun suddenly seemed to hear someone calling his name, and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see darkness.

She has heard that people have some auditory hallucinations when they are desperate.

But then there was another "Jing Chun!"

This is not an auditory hallucination!
The tired hands knocked heavily on the coffin lid, and Jing Chun's breathing became more and more rapid.

But how much strength can a body have without eating for two days, Jing Chun's physical strength is obviously a little weak, and the oxygen under the thick soil is insufficient, Jing Chun's head is dizzy for a while.

The sound of the thick soil being pushed away became louder, but the sound of Jing Chun banging on the coffin became quieter and quieter.

On the ground, it was none other than Jiang Hejin, and the people kneeling in one place were also the members of the Fu family.

"Your Highness, I found it!"

The heavy coffin was pulled up, and several people hurriedly opened the coffin.

"Jing Chun..." Jiang and Jin hurriedly carried Jing Chun down from the coffin. At that time, Lu Chi had a look that he had never seen before. His Royal Highness, Prince Li, was actually worried about a woman.

Jiang Hejin hurriedly removed the white linen cloth from Jing Chun's mouth and untied Jing Chun's restraints. Hearing a heavy breathing, Jiang Hejin's hanging hearts finally dropped.

He just opened his eyes, but passed out again. Jiang Hejin tried Jing Chun's pulse, but luckily it was still beating.

Jiang Hejin hugged Jing Chun horizontally, looked at the Fu family on the side with snake-like eyes, and said calmly: "Buried."

The tone was not heavy, but it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. Everyone sat slumped on the ground, and many people were so frightened that they begged their grandpa to tell their grandma.

But Lu Chi knew that Jiang and Jin's decision was made out of control. At a small scale, it was buried alive, and at a high level, it was an extermination of the family. Either way was not good for Jiang and Jin.

Lu Chi said casually: "His Highness is out now, if so many people are buried, it will inevitably be criticized..."

But Jiang Hejin did not change his words, "Buried!"

Fortunately, Jing Chun was still sober, but unfortunately he didn't have much strength, so he said calmly, "Report to the officer first, then judge..."

Jiang Hejin was so upset that he lost his temper for a moment. He glanced at Jing Chun, who was leaning on his shoulder, and said, "Report to the official first and then judge."

After Jiang Hejin left, Lu Chi looked at the crowd with disgust in his eyes, "It's not good to offend anyone, but she..."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but tremble. No one expected that this woman could actually make His Royal Highness Prince Li come to the rescue, and they shouted for mercy everywhere.

"Forgive me!" Lu Chi kicked the butler away, and said angrily, "Have you ever thought about sparing her life?"

Everyone was silent, trying to push each other whose fault it was.

But Mrs. Fu was the only one who remained silent. She kept looking at Fu Yan, whose body was exposed, and begged, "Can my son be buried first?"

But everyone was ridiculed and ridiculed, and pointed their finger at Mrs. Fu and Master Fu.

Some maidservants who were aggrieved already said, "Go to the ground? You killed your own son yourself, and you still want your son to go to the ground first?"

The maid who was guarding the mourning said: "Madam, don't think that we don't know how the young master died? You were obviously forced to death by you. Didn't the young master just lack in his homework? As for you beating and scolding him all day long?"

"You know better than us how the fingerprints on the young master's face came about. New injuries have been added to the old wounds before they are healed. You are so cruel. You hit such a thick board as you please. Are you really not afraid of something happening? Do you really doubt whether he is your biological son?"

"In the end, I didn't bump my head against the pillar to death. I feel sorry for the young master. I called my mother for 18 years, but was forced to death by my own mother. After death, I was even arranged for a ghost marriage. Are you even willing to marry the young master?" If you don’t even know, you just decide on your own, aren’t you afraid that your son will take his life?”

The sarcastic voice could even drown out Mrs. Fu. With tears wiping away from her eyes, Mrs. Fu pointed at the group of people behind her and roared: "What do you people know? I am pregnant for ten months just to see Yan'er become an ordinary person in the market." ? I paved such a long road for him and spent so much money, but in the end, all my efforts fell short. All my hard work was in vain. It’s him who owes me! It’s him, he’s the one who’s sorry for me, it’s the son who’s sorry for the mother, it’s not the mother who’s sorry for the son!”

"And you!" Mrs. Fu pointed at Mr. Fu and said, "If you only marry one less concubine, you won't make me so afraid of my future life with Yan'er. If you care more about Yan'er, I will also I don’t know how to plan it till now. In the final analysis, it’s you who are selfish. It was you who killed Yan’er, so you give me back Yan’er——”

(End of this chapter)