Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 134 Placenta
After leaving the gate of Jingzhao Mansion, A Ming also followed, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, leading Jing Chun.

It had also rained and the road was muddy, and going to Han Yuyan's home was really remote, so it took a lot of time along the way.

After walking for several miles, Jing Chun raised his head and felt the scattered raindrops.

Jing Chun murmured: "I'm afraid it's going to rain for a while..."

After looking around, the two saw an abandoned ruined temple not far away, so they could only run into the ruined temple to take shelter from the rain temporarily.

As soon as he entered the ruined temple, Jing Chun felt that the dust in the ruined temple was mixed with some fishy smell.

This place was originally dedicated to the Earth God and the Earth Mother. Although it is now stained with dust, it is still a place of refuge. However, Jing Chun is puzzled, where does the fishy smell come from?

Jing Chun followed the fishy smell and walked behind the statue. He frowned and opened up the thatch. He didn't know it by looking at it, but he was shocked when he saw that what was covered under the thatch was blood and placenta.

Hearing the sound, A Ming also came over, seemingly stunned by the blood and placenta in front of him.

"Well worker, what is this?"

"placenta."

Feeling sick, Jing Chun took a few steps back, but stepped on a piece of porcelain. There was still some blood on the piece. Looking at the blue and white pattern on it and the curvature of the piece, it was obviously a bowl. fragments.

Jing Chun resisted the nausea in his heart, picked up the tiles with a handkerchief, and suddenly remembered what Lu Yuzuo said, the umbilical cord on the dead baby was broken, and depending on the sharpness of the tiles, it is indeed possible Be the instrument that cuts the umbilical cord.

A few seconds later, Jing Chun carefully compared the marks, covered his nose, and said, "This should be the tool used to cut off the placenta."

"Then what do we do now?"

Jing Chun frowned, "How long is it until Han Yuyan's home?"

"It's only two miles. If you walk faster, it's only one stick of incense."

Before Jing Chun could say anything else, he heard some footsteps. From the sound of the sound, it seemed that it was two people.

Jing Chun made a silent gesture, signaling A Ming not to speak.

I only heard footsteps getting closer, and a shadow gradually approached the two of them.

Suddenly, I was stopped by another voice, "Miss Han."

Jing Chun could tell that the voice was Pan Jin today, unexpectedly this person's footsteps were quite fast, not at all inferior to Jing Chun and A Ming's speed.

The shadow gradually faded out, approaching the door step by step.

Jing Chun could see a woman through the gap in the rags, holding a bamboo basket in her hand, and could hear the faint sound of dishes clattering inside the basket.

The woman's body covered Pan Jin's figure and asked, "Didn't I give you all the money?"

"Girl, this is not a matter of money or lack of money. The Jingzhao Mansion found me yesterday, and I'm afraid they have become suspicious of me."

The woman's voice tightened, "Did you say something?"

"No, no, I scolded them all night without saying anything, and then they released me."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "It's just a dead baby. Even if he doesn't die, I will never let that child have a good end in the future. Why? Are you afraid?"

"I'm an old man, what should I be afraid of? It's just that I'm worried about the girl..."

The woman smiled suddenly, with an incomparable sense of exhaustion in her eyes, "Uncle Pan, the previous Yuyan is dead, and now the Yuyan is living like an ant, you don't have to worry about me, left and right But if the Jingzhao Mansion arrests me, I don't care whether it's dead or alive, anyway, I won't end well."

Yuyan?

This girl is Han Yuyan?
Pan Jin frowned, but took out a bag of money from his clothes and handed it to Han Yuyan, "Miss Han, take the money and live in another place."

Han Yuyan didn't take the money, but looked at the slanting rain outside, and said quietly: "It's just a death anyway, me, with such a dilapidated and dilapidated body supporting me, I have no future, I have nothing It's..."

"Wang Dinghui's evil deeds are punished. When I went to the prison, I saw him. The punishment he received was quite severe. He was also charged with killing his wife. He will not escape death."

"That's it," Han Yuyan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "That's not to say he was wronged."

Pan Jin stared at the purse in his hand and asked, "Miss Han, are you really not going to leave? You still have a long life to go? Go to a place where no one knows, and live a good life."

"But where can I go?"

With such a light sentence, the heavy silver is no longer something that can withstand life and death in Pan Jin's heart, it seems to have become an extraneous thing that is lighter than a feather.

The sunken eye sockets were filled with tears, and the silver in his hand was gripped even tighter. The brown and withered palms tried to hold the contents of the purse into ashes, but in exchange for sore knuckles.

"It's funny, isn't it? Such a big man doesn't know where he can go?"

"Miss Han."

A sudden sound made Pan Jin and Han Yuyan look behind the statue, as if they couldn't believe that there were two people hiding in this ruined temple.

Jing Chun explained: "We came earlier than the two of you, and we didn't intend to eavesdrop. It's just that we haven't found a suitable opportunity to go out. It's okay, you two can forgive me."

That is to say, both Jing Chun and A Ming heard the conversation between Han Yuyan and Pan Jin.

Pan Jinshang still remembered meeting Jing Chun this morning, "Are you from Jingzhao Mansion?"

It was exactly the same as what I said this morning, it was nothing new.

"Yes, Jing Chun, the painter of Jingzhao Mansion."

"Wei Ming, the Yamen servant of Jingzhao Mansion."

Now that the house has been blew up, Jing Chun no longer hides it, and directly explained the purpose of coming, "Miss Han, Uncle Pan, please follow us to Jingzhao Mansion."

Pan Jin protected Han Yuyan behind him, "We're not going. Have we committed any heinous things? We're not going!"

Jing Chun looked at Han Yuyan and said, "I believe Miss Han should be able to smell the smell inside this ruined temple. Miss Han should know where the ruined temple was and what is behind the statue?"

"It's the placenta."

"This," Jing Chun picked up the porcelain piece, "should be the tool for dividing the umbilical cord of dead babies, right?"

Han Yuyan did not deny it, but nodded calmly, "I was in a hurry to give birth that day, and I couldn't find anything to cut the umbilical cord, so I had to smash the porcelain bowl, which is considered to be the umbilical cord."

Now that he had admitted it, Jing Chun didn't say much and just said: "Then please two of us go to Jingzhao Mansion with us."

Just now, Han Yuyan turned around with a calm face, shook the lunch box in her hand, and said, "I haven't delivered food to Dad today? Can you wait until I finish delivering the food?"

Strangely, there was great calm in that tone, but it was a voice that had no nostalgia for this world, but for some reason, it was full of pleading in Jing Chun's ears.

Jing Chun took a look at the weather that was still raining, and replied, "It's still raining outside."

What Jing Chun meant was that the rain outside had no intention of stopping, and even if he wanted to deliver food to Father Han, it shouldn't be at this hour.

Han Yuyan opened the bamboo basket, and the bowl inside was blue and white, the same as the pattern on the porcelain behind the statue, "If you don't deliver it, the food will be cold."

Immediately, Han Yuyan added: "If you two are worried, you can follow me."

(End of this chapter)