Black-bellied Movie Emperor's Clever Wife

Chapter 1457

Yang Bo looked at the coffin, green face, clearly do not believe, "uncle, my good uncle, you don't joke, master was injured, let the doctor see."

"Who's kidding you? It's really in there. I saw it just now!"

Hearing this, Lu Meiling rushed up, "what are you talking about? We are the only people here who are sincere!"

"Your son is also here, but under your son is his grandfather!"

"What

Yang Bo and Lu Meiling's eyes were staring out, and the third uncle and others were shocked when they heard this.

"If you don't believe it, open it by yourself, and you'll know I'm not lying."

Kangxi put aside his wig cover, patted his hand stained with ink, and said, "you dare not, then I'll help you!" He pushed the lid off the coffin.

After the lid of the coffin was opened, Xi Mingcheng was lying quietly. He made up well, and there were two groups of rouge on his face to increase his blood color, like sleeping.

He's not afraid of the dead. He's going to take Xi Mingcheng out.

"You are not allowed to touch my son!" cried Lu Meiling

Everyone knows that the skin of a dead person is not elastic, and it will shrivel at the touch of it, especially the face. Therefore, when attending a funeral, the staff of the funeral home will keep telling the relatives and friends who are looking at the body not to touch the dead.

Unfortunately, when she said this, Kangxi had picked up Xi Mingcheng.

People are dead. No matter whether their skin is shriveled or not, let the make-up artist of the funeral parlor come and make it look better.

"Mingcheng! My son Lu Meiling opened her voice.

"What are you calling for?" Kangxi yelled at her. He hated women yelling in his ears, except for Hu Hu and his mother!

It's said that the coffin is very high, but the height is not white high, but a lot of cotton mats are placed underground. The western style coffin is much larger than the Chinese style coffin, and the height is also for more effective style. Only the large coffin can show wealth and pride, so there is a sandwich layer under the place where Xi Mingcheng lies. This sandwich layer is used to put funerary objects, In the west, it's usually to put some beloved things that the dead loved. In China, they are all gold and silver treasures, of course, made of tin foil.

Kangxi will open the sandwich, Yang Bo looked inside, exclaimed, "master!"

He climbed up with both hands and feet and dragged Xi Shiyi out of the coffin.

Xi Shiyi has no life at this time. He can't judge whether he's dead or not with his naked eyes. If he's not dead, he's suffocated after being locked in the coffin for so long.

Yang Bo stares at Kangxi, "uncle, since you know the master is in it, why don't you hold him out!"

"This ah..." Kangxi found a bottle of mineral water, opened the bottle cap, poured the water on his hand, and then rubbed it. It was washing his hands. After all, he touched a dead person. It was always unhygienic. He went to fufu and said, "you have to ask your eldest lady about this!"

"Miss?" Yang Bo looks at Hu.

"In order to catch the murderer, I have to do it. Don't worry, your master is still alive, but his breath is weak, his head is smashed, and he's a little breathless. I've pressed him, stimulated his center, and he should wake up soon." Her tone seemed to express that she had done her utmost.

"This is the coffin!" Yang Bosheng.

"Don't all officials like coffins?" Because the moral is to get rich, many officials will have a small coffin, gold, silver, copper, iron, mahogany and pear wood, which is more expensive than the real coffin.

Because of these four words... Promotion and wealth.

For a moment, Yang Bo said, "it's stuffy in the coffin!"

"Don't worry, according to the volume of the coffin, it can hold enough oxygen for a person to breathe for more than two hours..."

This answer makes Yang Bo deeply feel that he can't communicate with her.

"Master, wake up He'd better take care of his old master.

Third uncle was confused by Hu, "what are you talking about?"

He gave him a white look. "It's all like this. Don't you understand?"

"What do I understand?"

"Xi Shiyi's head is stained with blood. I believe you can see it clearly. Even if it's not stained with blood, it's not suspicious for him to lie in the coffin. Unless he has this habit."

Or lie with your grandson, this hobby is simply abnormal.

The third uncle began to understand and suddenly looked at Li.

Xi Shiyi was injured and lay in the coffin again. He didn't do it himself. Someone must have wanted him to die.

These three uncles are not so old in vain. In officialdom, they are more insidious than others.

"In order to make the murderer admit himself, I have to think of this method. Fear makes the modest man more modest. If he hasn't done it, he won't run directly to the gate after Kangxi said that his head hurts."