Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 140
Jing Chun woke up in the middle of the night, sweating all over, just got out of bed by himself, and staggered to open the window.

"Are you feeling better?"

I saw Jiang Hejin lying on the desk, with his head turned sideways, his eyes gleamed with a little light in the darkness, and he had no intention of getting up.

You don't even know how cold and innocent that face is, especially in this dark and unclear night, the only burning light seems to be the soft candlelight, the extremely quiet candlelight projected from the lantern outside the door.

It was as if everything was covered with a veil.

Jing Chun didn't expect that Jiang Hejin would be woken up at this hour. This was his bedroom, so Jing Chun had no reason to argue with him.

Jing Chun's feet were pressed against the cold floor and he took a few steps back. The moment his moist and hot skin came into contact with the floor, a delicate footprint bloomed. The footprints continued to shrink until they disappeared...

Jing Chun said calmly: "It's time for me to go back to my yard."

Jiang Hejin turned his head, "Remember to close the door."

"it is good."

The conversation between the two seems to be devoid of any ambiguity and concern, but for some reason, this kind of rather plain conversation makes Jing Chun's heart beat wildly, like a shower falling into a pool.

Perhaps it was his drowsy mind and throbbing heartbeat that brought him anxiety. Jing Chun asked himself, "Jing Chun, what are you running from?"

Looking at the quiet courtyard, Jing Chun was silent, as if Jing Chun was soaked in the deep sea and held his breath.

Jing Chun, are you running away?What are you escaping from?

What Jing Chun is escaping is that she gave up her original choice. She admires her own heart and returns to the secular world, clinging to some warmth.

Maybe it was because he was ill yesterday and when he returned to Jingzhao Mansion, Jing Chun was no longer as energetic as yesterday, but the case still had to be handled.

Jing Chun first found Wang Ding, and she planned to find out the face of the evil man from Wang Ding's mouth. After explaining the reason, Jing Chun stared at Wang Ding and asked, "Tell me, what does that evil man look like?" "

Wang Ding cowered in the corner, "Didn't the villain, didn't he mention the face of that villain before?"

Jing Chun put his hands in his arms and said, "What's wrong with saying it again now?"

"The villain no longer remembers..."

"Don't remember?" Jing Chun smiled slightly, "Okay, let me change the topic and ask you, how did you get into the Liang family restaurant? How did you become a cook in the kitchen?"

"Villain, villain..."

Wang Ding faltered, and didn't finish a sentence for a long time. Seeing this, Jing Chun directly picked up the torture tool on the charcoal fire, and said indifferently: "You should have tried the torture before, so why not try again?"

Li Captou, who was standing aside, winked, and several officers were about to take Wang Ding out.

"You're a trick!"

Jing Chun raised his eyebrows to see Wang Ding's flustered expression, and said with a smile: "But, if you don't use torture, you don't say anything, just like you killed your wife... I forgot to tell you, just you Killing your wife is enough to get you beheaded, and if you don't report it and forge a confession, the crime will be aggravated. , I can invite credit once more..."

"No, no, I don't want to die..."

"I'm just asking about the portrait of the evil man. What does it have to do with me whether you want to die or not?" Jing Chun's eyes were particularly sharp. "Do you know that Miss Han wants you to die without a burial place?"

Seeing the officials approaching constantly, Wang Ding stepped back again and again, crying, "I said, I said, I said..."

Seeing this, Catcher Li waved his hand, and all the officials stopped their movements.

"Are you willing to say it now?"

"Hmm..." Wang Ding nodded, "That villain has a big body... But I really can't remember the exact appearance, it's been so long."

Wang Ding explained uneasily: "When I saw Miss Han being humiliated that day, I only saw one side of that person, and we had nothing to do with it anymore..."

"Then what happened to you at the restaurant..."

"It is true that someone arranged for me to tell lies in front of the government and frame Miss Han... Even the dictated portrait was made up by me..."

"Who arranged for you?"

"I... don't know... I really don't know... I was also brought in by someone. The person promised me that as long as I told some lies in front of the government, I would have no worries about food and clothing in the future. I also Just to save my life... So, I was taken to a restaurant to be a bearer... I don't know anything else..."

Jing Chun held the branding tool and pressed forward step by step, "Do you know the consequences of lying? It's not just as simple as beheading, the nine tribes are also dependent on your word..."

"The villain knows, the villain knows."

Jing Chun looked coldly at Wang Ding who was kneeling and begging. If he knew, he would not have put all the suffering on Han Yuyan alone.

Jing Chun, why do you bear that heavy sense of guilt?

This feeling seems to be urging Jing Chun to move forward, but Jing Chun also knows that this feeling of guilt will eventually make him unable to breathe.

The self-comforting Jing Chun once again attributed this burden to her physical discomfort, driven by the pressure, she felt Wang Ding's shamelessness and Han Yuyan's helplessness.

The prison door opened again, and this time it was A Ming who walked in, and he brought another person, Liang Zijun.On the way, A Ming had already made clear the grievances between Wang Ding and Han Yuyan, and it was precisely because of this that Liang Zijun came to the Yamen Prison of Jingzhao Mansion.

"Captain Li, well worker, I brought Master Liang here."

It was similar. Liang Zijun bowed respectfully, "Well painter, Mr. Li."

Jing Chun pointed to Wang Ding who was huddled in one place, and asked, "Does Young Master Liang know him?"

"Wang Ding? The porter in my restaurant, of course I know."

Hearing the affirmative reply, Jing Chun did not hesitate, "There is something I want to ask Master Liang."

Liang Zijun's eyes revealed a merchant-like scrutiny, "Just ask the painter."

"How did Wang Ding enter the Liang family restaurant?"

Although Liang Zijun didn't understand why Jing Chun asked this question, he still replied truthfully: "It was sent here by an aunt who is a close friend of my family. She said she was a distant relative and wanted to help him find a way to make a living. That's why he entered my restaurant." Became a bearer."

Wang Ding nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, I also remember that the person who spoke to me across the carriage that day was a lady. The carriage was very gorgeous, she must be a rich woman."

"The lady is..."

Liang Zijun looked embarrassed, as if he was unwilling to explain the relationship clearly, but now in Jingzhao Mansion, Liang Zijun still said it.

"It's a bit hard to tell, but that lady is the lady of the Ren family who was originally engaged to Shu'er..."

Although Jing Chun didn't know who Mrs. Ren was, she remembered that she was Ren Cong who was particularly rude to Liang Lingshu that day.

"It's just that the Liang family's marriage has broken up now, and I have no contact with Aunt Ren anymore..."

(End of this chapter)