Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 55

"Master Fu," Jing Chun said sarcastically, "You were the number one person who wanted me to be buried with you, why did you leave everything to your wife today?"

Master Fu couldn't speak a word, and felt ashamed for a moment.

"Did I ever ask you to spare my life? Did I tell you that I was a painter in Jingzhao Mansion? Did I tell you what happened after I was buried with you? Did I shirk my responsibility today? Everyone would die of shame because of you. "

Master Fu panicked and begged, "What does Miss Jing want? As long as Fu can do it, it must be my duty. I just want to save Fu's life."

Jing Chun was very interested and asked, "Even if you lose all your wealth?"

Master Fu seemed to be choked by a steamed bun, he didn't say anything for a long time, but he said: "As long as Fu's life can be saved, Fu is willing to pay half of the Fu family's wealth as compensation, and I hope the adults will spare the villain for a while." Life……"

Half of the family wealth, that's not a lot...

"Then your wife..." Jing Chun looked at Mrs. Fu who still had some expectations in her eyes.

"She, she is not a pity to die..."

Madam Fu's eyes dimmed suddenly, she looked at Jing Chun and then at Master Fu.

Jing Chun still remembers the slap on his face by Madam Fu, and now that Madam Fu has fallen to this end, it is much better than Jing Chun slapping her back.

"What about you?" Jing Chun looked at the crowd, "At the beginning, no one pleaded for me?"

There was a burst of howling in the hall: "Please forgive me, sir, please forgive me Miss Jing..."

"My lord, the slaves are really forced to do nothing. If the slaves are capable, how can they ignore them? The slaves are always soft-spoken, please forgive me..."

Such crying and howling really made the entire Jingzhao Mansion uneasy.

At this time, Mrs. Fu, who was a little confused, said suddenly: "My lord, you can punish me. After all, their fault is all because they want to arrange a ghost marriage for my son, and the left and right are all obsessions in my heart. If you want to kill me, you will be punished." I admit it, it has nothing to do with these maids and servants, and it has nothing to do with the master..."

When everyone heard this, they just thanked Mrs. Fu, now that someone came forward to bear the consequences, they couldn't wish for it.

Jing Chun didn't speak, but saw that Mrs. Fu didn't resist, and seemed to have acquiesced to the words of these people. It seemed that Mrs. Fu was ready to die.

"That's right, my lord. At the beginning, I said that the scumbag was the most persistent in wanting Miss Jing to be buried with me. Please spare us and beg your lord to spare your life..."

Seeing this, Song Yiwen glanced at Jing Chun again, and Jing Chun nodded. After all, this matter was indeed caused by Mrs. Fu.

Jing Chun looked around the group of people, and suddenly felt chills, everyone confessed the mastermind to protect themselves, but when Jing Chun's life was in danger, how many people present stretched out a hand?Now it's time to shirk responsibility.

It is not illegal to stand by and watch...

Master Tang also drew up a confession letter and handed it to Mrs. Fu to sign and draw.

Madam Fu looked at the confession letter, paused her thumb that was just about to draw a pawn, and asked stupidly: "Has Yan'er's body been buried yet?"

But Master Fu lowered his head and said sharply: "Don't you think it's shameful enough? You still have the face to ask Yan'er's bones. If it wasn't for you, how could Yan'er die? You are the one who killed Yan'er..."

Madam Fu was stunned, and murmured: "I didn't kill Yan'er...I'm her mother, how could I kill her?"

Seeing Mrs. Fu's stupidity, Mr. Fu said, "Why are you still restless now? Yan'er is dead, and you are still thinking about his afterlife. Could it be that the farce of this ghost marriage is not enough to make people laugh?" ?”

As soon as these words came out, the calm Madam Fu quietly shed tears of blood, her pale face seemed to have a few scars, and she said: "I am Yan'er's mother, that is my son who was born in October... ..."

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Ruolian said to himself: "I heard that people shed blood and tears when they are extremely sad. This lady is also pitiful, just like this, a white-haired person gave a black-haired person..."

Jing Chun looked at Mrs. Fu, this person is planning to bury him alive, he doesn't deserve sympathy at all!

But Mr. Fu seemed to be unable to see the blood and tears, and then he slapped Mrs. Fu to the ground, "How could Yan'er have a mother like you? You are so crazy and have a bit of a mother Yan'er didn't see your kindness when she was alive, but you are pitiful after death, you are not worthy to be Yan'er's mother!"

Mrs. Fu's heart trembled, she seemed to be at a loss, but the blood and tears fell silently like pearls with broken strings. It was also her who was muttering something in her mouth. Disagree with Master Fu's words.

When Mr. Fu saw this, he only glanced at him with disdain, "Women are all cheap!"

"This Mr. Fu's words are too much." Zhang Ruolian whispered beside him: "One day, a couple is a hundred days of kindness. This Fu and him are also married and have a son. How can you say such a thing?" Regardless of the severity..."

Before Zhang Ruolian finished speaking, a golden light flashed, and Madam Fu's figure rushed towards Master Fu, and Master Fu's right eye was bleeding instantly, "Ah——my eyes, my eyes..."

As soon as he thrust it in, he plunged heavily into Master Fu's heart without any hesitation;
As soon as he pulled it out, the blood stained the clothes of countless people.

This Mrs. Fu dared to directly stab Master Fu in the eye in the courtroom!
"You are so bold and cunning that you dare to commit crimes in court. Someone come and take her down!"

On the other hand, Mrs. Fu wiped the blood from the hairpin unhurriedly, and put it back on her head. With a few smirks, her blood-stained palms clapped together, drips of blood splashed everywhere, even in the tears of blood. shocking.

Madam Fu said lightly: "If that's the case, then fine, I'll go down and explain it to Yan'er!"

The little officials gathered together, Madam Fu's eyes suddenly became fierce, and she saw the pillars in the hall, and bumped into them abruptly. The red paint on the red pillars was even more vivid, making people daunting.

The audience whispered: "Dead... people..."

Almost everyone present was shocked, and no one thought that Mrs. Fu would die in this way...

Jing Chun will always remember the two lines of blood and tears on his face, so ferocious, but also so angry, stubborn, and even desperate.

The Jingzhao Mansion was even more busy, and no one thought that the trial case would be blood splattered on the spot.

The mansion also had to temporarily close the hall, the petty official hurriedly called the doctor for diagnosis and treatment, Jing Chun stood beside him, silent, watching the people coming and going, the only one who could stand like Jing Chun was Zhang Ruolian, just watching Seeing that his face was blue and white, he almost vomited out, the bitter bile must have reached his throat.

(End of this chapter)