Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 56 Injustice
Master Fu was quite lucky, the hairpin wasn't tied deeply, but he was blind in one eye after all, but Mrs. Fu didn't have that good luck, she died...

He hastily took a roll of straw mat and covered Madam Fu's bedding. The straw mat was taken from the prison cell. It was probably a bit stale, and there was a rotten smell, and the servants couldn't help covering their mouths and noses, Call bad luck.

Jing Chun only watched from a distance, looking at the one-eyed Master Fu, feeling an indescribable indifference and contempt in his heart.

Master Fu turned around, leaving behind the years of relationship between husband and wife, and got directly into the BMW car, with a doctor waiting on him.

Yes.

Because it has nothing to do with himself, Jing Chun is indifferent, but from the perspective of an outsider, Jing Chun despises him.

After all, Jing Chun couldn't bear to go forward, the mat was a bit short, it could only cover most of Mrs Fu's body, but the shoes were exposed, there was an indescribable pitifulness.

Jing Chun looked at the servant who was left behind to deal with the funeral, and only asked, "Is Fu Furen's funeral just so hasty?"

In other words, it doesn't count if it's hasty!
The servants who had been laughing and laughing suddenly looked at each other, as if they were afraid of Jing Chun's status in Jingzhao Mansion, so they didn't answer, but nodded a few times.

Feeling unbearable, Jing Chun couldn't help but ask one more question, "What's the most important thing about the deceased? It's not just an unknown corpse, just a rolled-up straw mat?"

Li Butou stepped forward and said, "Well worker, why do you bother with such nosy business?"

Jing Chun straightened his body, looked at the exposed shoes, and said loudly: "It's unfair."

Catcher Li beckoned them to leave, and said with a smile, "There are so many injustices in this world, and they are of all kinds. The Jingzhao Mansion can take care of only seven or eight out of ten. Inside, what can you control? You might as well look at it a little bit more, just treat it as your own fault..."

Jing Chun remained silent for a long time, standing where she was. Indeed, Mrs. Fu has nothing worthy of Jing Chun's sympathy. She doesn't care about human life, and even kills human life.

Jing Chun suddenly asked: "Could it be that love is the original sin? Or is hate the accomplice?"

Catcher Li smiled slightly, and glanced at the border of Jingzhao Mansion, "Jingzhao Mansion has never been a place to judge good from evil. See Yueming', but whether it is good or evil can be seen in one or two cases. Well workers still have a long way to go in the future. They meet many people and encounter many things. There are good and evil, and there are right and wrong. If there is something wrong, you will fall into some unknown quagmire unexpectedly, and you must keep your heart in Jingzhao Mansion, an unshakable heart."

After saying that, Catcher Li was about to leave, but he was stopped by Jing Chun after he had gone a few steps.

"The legal principle is nothing more than human feelings. What I sympathize with is never Madam Fu's suicide, but the way she was treated after death. I allow my heart to remain unshakable, but I know that my heart is warm and cold... My heart is still not fair."

Li Butou didn't speak, just shook his head slightly, maybe he was helpless, maybe he was enlightened...

Li Butou walked against a gust of wind, somewhat of a chivalrous kindness and hatred in it.

After staying in Jingzhao Mansion for a long time, the temperature in Li Butou's heart is no longer turbulent, but Jing Chun's words just now somewhat remind people of the high-spirited actions when he was young.

A small official hurried over, "Mineworker, your lord summoned you."

Yes, Madam Fu's case is closed, but the Yizhuang corpse robbery case is not yet closed!
In the courtroom, Master Tang had already presented the roster of Yizhuang to Song Yiwen.

"Sir, everyone with the word 'match' written on the roster has been sold by Yi Zhuang for ghost marriage. They started doing it at the beginning of this year. There are five women and two men in total."

All in all, it has only been two months since the beginning of this year. Seven crimes were committed in two months. These people really deserve to die!
"Five taels of silver are given to women for ghost marriage, and three taels to men. These are the stolen goods collected from them. Sir, please take a look." Master Tang handed the stolen silver to Song Yiwen again, but there was not much silver left. .

Song Yiwen looked at the scattered money, frowned slightly, and said to the three people in the audience: "Those people have something to do with you? They only started committing crimes this year?"

He just took office this year, did he really feel bad for Song Yiwen?
Old Cheng's body became even more stooped, bending his body, "My lord, the grass-roots have no grievances with those who died. It's the grass-people's time that's running out, that's why they thought of such a way to earn a coffin for themselves."

Song Yiwen couldn't help chuckling, he said a thousand things during the trial, so he dared to tell the lie of "the time is running out".

Lao Cheng's body became even more humble, and he slowly rolled up his sleeves. His brown skin wrapped around a bone, like a piece of fine wheat straw lying down, fragile and straight.

Jing Chun suddenly thought of Lao Cheng smoking a dry cigarette...

Old Cheng said: "If your lord doesn't believe it, the doctor just now must have not gone far, so you can give the grassroots a diagnosis."

Song Yiwen saw that the color on the arm did not seem to be lying, and the doctor who had just been passed down was invited up again.

After the doctor's diagnosis, his eyes were full of worry, and he paused for a long time, but he took back his hand to take the pulse, and replied: "My lord, this person's heart and lungs have long been useless, and there is no medicine to cure him. I'm afraid he won't live more than two years months."

Jing Chun was silent, for a moment he didn't know whether to sympathize or say "serve it right" or "self-inflicted".

Everyone in the world knows that there must be something hateful about poor people, but how many hateful people are not poor people?
Seeing this, Lao Cheng did not sigh like the people present, and slowly put down the clothes on his arms, "The grass people know that time is short, and there is nothing longing for before and after thinking about it, which shows that so many people are used to it." He wanted to get a better coffin and give himself half a funeral in a grand manner, so he wanted to do some business of buying and selling dead bodies.

"I forced him to come here in the second year. He had a hard life. There were five brothers and sisters in the family. The youngest was only five years old. His mother died of dystocia, and his father was addicted to alcohol. He was the only one to support the whole family. I knew he needed money. , so he was recruited into the group, his physical strength is stronger than mine, that is, to help me move a corpse or something, as for the negotiation with the buyer, I will handle it all."

Up to now, Lao Cheng's thoughts are calm and steady.

Jing Chun asked: "How old is two years? How do you want him to go in the future by bringing him in like this? Will he go to jail?"

In the second year, he didn't love Jing Chun, "What does it have to do with you? Anyway, stealing a corpse is death, and living is also death. You are so lofty, why can't I get into your eyes if I want to eat enough?"

"Are you okay with buying and selling other people's corpses for your own benefit? Can you afford to eat that?"

"I'm telling you, I can eat it for two years. I didn't hurt anyone's life. At most, I was disrespectful to the corpse. So what can I do? The people who died were helpless people. They were originally abandoned. Only those who live in the corpse wilderness are worthy of a ghost marriage... I am giving the helpless corpse a home..."

(End of this chapter)