Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 98: All Bones Cleared

"Feng Ai," Mr. Qing Bai called out to Lu Feng Ai very pitifully, "Don't beg for mercy, I killed Ye Shan."

"gentlemen……"

Jing Chun glanced at the stick of incense. The time had come, and Jing Chun also took a breath.

"Mr. has a clean body..."

"How can I have clean bones?" Before Lu Fengyi could finish his words, Qing Bai interrupted him, "I am a filthy mud, clean bones? Yew is the one who has clean bones, hidden in the city. , he dares to go his own way without worrying about other people's eyes, but I don't. Fame is too heavy for me. I can't blatantly enjoy happiness. I can only rely on suffering in exchange for the praise of the world, but... But deep down, I am addicted to physical pleasure..."

"Well Painter, you are right, it was to kill people and silence them, because Zishan knew that I went to the brothel. Although he didn't say it openly, I knew that he looked down on me. Otherwise, how could he have painted that ink bamboo painting? When the Peacock Picture comes, he is taunting me in a roundabout way. I am not afraid of his ridicule. What I am afraid of is that he will tell Huafang and tell others what I will become in due time. Will I be a hypocrite in the eyes of the world? Or will I be an unsightly fake? saint?"

"On that day, I received an invitation from Master Jing Daizhao, and I knew that my chance had come. Ye Shan never read the invitation, and I deliberately chose the date of the invitation to meet Ye Shan. When I came out, I chose the wine that Yew Shan liked, the food that Yew Shan liked, and invited Yew Shan to board the awning boat I rented. But he was still awake, so I couldn't care less, so I had to hit him with bowls, plates, wine and chopsticks, but none of them hit me. I was so cruel that I pushed his forehead with the oar, and he really choked on the water. , did not come up again, the trace on the yew head was left at that time."

Qingbai looked at his palms and smiled bitterly: "I don't know how to row, but if there is such an opportunity in front of me, I can only seize it. The calluses on the hands of people who draw only exist on the index finger and thumb, while rowing A person who paddles leaves calluses on his palms, and the new calluses on my hands are the result of my hard practice of paddling by the Huafang Lake...I finally abandoned my own path and embarked on the wrong path..."

In the classroom, the intermittent sorrow and remorse looked like broken neon shadows, unable to piece together a satisfying answer.

Jing Chun didn't pay attention to Jing Tongchang, and slightly looked at Zhang Ruolian, shocked but couldn't bear to accept it, but Jing Chun knew that Zhang Ruolian would eventually accept it.

The case was settled, and the sting on Jing Chun's face became more and more obvious. Jing Chun retreated secretly and found a deserted place before taking off the veil on his face.

Before the trial, in order to prevent Jiang Hesheng from recognizing him in the future, Jing Chunyi smeared a lot of peach hair on his face, which caused a rash on his face, and the accompanying headache almost made Jing Chun suffocate.

Back in the studio, Jing Chun squatted on the ground, but Yu Guangzhong was biased against the figure of a person, looking up, it was Jiang Hejin who also squatted down, keeping on the same level as Jing Chun.

"What's going on with your face?"

Jing Chun said almost pale: "It's Taomao, he won't kill me."

Jing Chun deliberately glanced outside the door, "Your Highness, please leave quickly, if someone else sees it, you won't be able to tell."

"What do you care about other people? You care about yourself."

Jing Chun thought it was funny, he really didn't know whether the person in front of him was warm-hearted or cold-blooded.

"Then, can Your Highness bring me the clear water on the desk?"

When Jiang Hejin saw this, he really looked at the plate of clear water on the desk. It seemed that Jing Chun was already prepared, so he wiped Jing Chun's cheeks himself without waiting for Jing Chun to stretch out his hand, and said slightly annoyed: "If you want to avoid being recognized by He Sheng Come out, you can cover your face, why bother to abuse yourself here?"

The cleansing water made the sting on Jing Chun's face lessen a lot. Jing Chun smiled and said, "Isn't this just in case? If His Highness King Yu is in trouble and asks me to take off the veil, then I will be in a dilemma. ?”

"Take it easy, it hurts."

Jiang Hejin said indifferently: "It's better to be in pain, and it will also let you have a longer memory."

Jing Chun felt disappointed, and comforted him: "If it were His Highness, maybe His Highness's choice is similar to mine..."

Jiang Hejin also remained silent for a long time. After wiping Jing Chun's face, he asked, "You don't want to ask me anything?"

"What are you asking? Why do you want to save Mr. Jing?" Jing Chun said, "Even if His Highness doesn't say anything, I will save him. After all, I am an official of Jingzhao Mansion, and public revenge is not what I have been taught."

When Jiang Hejin heard this, he stopped asking any more questions.

Coincidentally, he heard footsteps coming from outside the door. Jing Chun suddenly didn't care to think, so he pushed Jiang Hejin into the curtain and said in a low voice: "Don't come out."

"Well worker, well worker..."

This was not someone else's voice. The person who came was none other than Zhang Ruolian. Although he knew that such a disaster was inevitable, Jing Chun was still a little unprepared when Zhang Ruolian came.

Jing Chun only stopped him at the door. Although he felt a little guilty, he still tried his best to keep calm, and said, "Did Mr. Zhang come to ask me about my crimes?"

Zhang Ruolian was at a loss for words for a while, but his eyes avoided Jing Chun's gaze, and the subject changed, "Jing Gong, how is your face?"

"It's just that I ate peaches by mistake this morning, and I'm allergic to peach hairs."

After listening, Zhang Ruolian thought for a while and didn't know what to say for a while, so he just sighed.

After a long time, he bowed to Jing Chun again.

Jing Chun was a little flattered, "Gong Zhang, what are you doing?"

"I know that the well worker will not wrongly accuse a good person, but this matter is related to my husband's life. I am neither a tree nor a saint. This experience is like a stick in my throat. Please forgive me for the difficulty in working with the well worker these days."

Jing Chun was stunned for a moment, but asked in disbelief: "What does Zhang Gong mean by this?"

"I have already asked Mr. Song for leave. I will rest for a month and a half. After I calm down, I will consider my future path..."

"Is this Zhang Gong's choice?"

"No flesh-and-blood person can peacefully work with the person who sent his husband to a prison cell."

The sound was so loud that even Jiang Hejin, who was hiding indoors, could hear it.

Zhang Ruolian also realized that he was a little rude, so he bowed to Jing Chun again, "I'm sorry, I know that the well worker handles the case fairly, and that's why I don't want to give up my friendship with the well worker. See you in the future. In due course, I will probably have a new judgment on everything.”

Jing Chun also suddenly realized something, "I'm so sorry..."

"The well worker doesn't need to apologize to me. The well worker just insisted on his own job and didn't do anything wrong. It's just that I'm a human being, so I can't help but influence my narrow views."

Looking at Zhang Ruolian's voice going away, Jing Chun had mixed feelings in her heart for a moment. She even thought about Zhang Ruolian's furious state. At that time, Jing Chun could use righteous words to suppress it. Chun can also be arrogant, and the choices she makes are always on the side of justice.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ruolian's helpless behavior made Jing Chun think about what was driving Mr. Qingbai to go astray.

Everyone has passions, and Mr. Qingbai did not let go of his passions because it was his right desire as a human being. The world always shouted invisibly about the sublimity of dedication under suffering, but little did they know that this shackles pushed Mr. Qingbai into the abyss.

When Jing Chun came back to his senses, he realized that there was still a person hiding in the studio, and when he turned to look for it, he could only see the half-opened rear window...

(End of this chapter)