Bone Painting Coroner

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The injury behind him no longer hurt, Ji Yunshu rubbed his eyebrows and sat up carefully from the bed.

I was afraid that the wound would tear open again.

"Luaner!"

There were two calls and no response.

Where did this girl go early in the morning?

She got out of bed, took a large blue cloak from the screen, and went out of the room. She still didn't see the Luaner.

Preparing to fold back into the house, I heard the sound of crisp footsteps, which fell behind her from far to near.

Turning his head, Luaner gasped, holding a long box with a layer of striped brocade on the box, which looked very elegant!

"Miss, how are you getting up? Does the hurt on the back still hurt?" Luaner worried.

"Where is the thing in this hand?"

Ji Yunshu stared at the brocade box in her hand.

Luaner lifted the box in his hand and said, "Last time, the noble guest in the capital brought me a copy of Miss Fushang's young master. This time, I will still talk to the master in the lobby. ."

"Guest? In the capital?"

"Yes." Luaner nodded.

Could it be Jingrong?

Confused, Ji Yunshu took the brocade box in her hand and instructed: "You go to the front room to explore and see what the honorable guest said to Dad?"

what?Voyeur!Eavesdrop!

Luaner unknown: "Miss, this..."

"Go quickly."

"Oh oh..."

Luaner walked a few steps, then went to the front hall to peep!

Ji Yunshu took the box into the house and opened it. There was a white cloud in it.

Bai Yunchang is not a rare medicinal material, but extremely expensive.

This medicinal material has a wonderful effect on the treatment of whiplash!

Faintly, she seemed to perceive something in her heart.

It's a coincidence that the VIPs in the capital have sent charcoal in the snow!

Shaking his head, he still doesn't hurt now because of his back injury.

Going to the shelf behind the table case, he took off his sandalwood box, opened it, and put another piece of white paper on the table.

Carving a minute in his mind, he took a gold luan pen out of the box, dipped a bit of ink from the inkstone, and hooked it on the paper.

In half a meeting, on the paper, there appeared a piece of human bone hooked with black ink, and then look carefully, the exploded view of the entire skull!

It is the exploded view of the skull of the Yin Yang corpse!

The skull is divided into twenty-three flat bones and irregular bones of different shapes and sizes!

Every small piece was divided by her.

Normally to reconstruct the white bone portrait, Ji Yunshu's habit is to break down the skull, and according to the size and shape, use the clay to make a small model first, and then draw the appearance of the white bone.

This is different from those who have skinned carrion painting methods!

Even in modern times, she uses a high-tech computer synthesis technology, she will spend a lot of effort.

Moreover, this place has no electricity!

Therefore, this method can only be used.

Putting down the gold luan pen in her hand, her plain fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the paper.

Yin Yang people?

This is also her first encounter.

After thinking for a while, she seemed to think of something else.

He looked slightly, rolled up this exploded view of the skull, put it aside, and re-paved it.

Put the paint in the sandalwood box one by one, take a small amount of water, hook the pen, and draw on the paper.

On the other side, Luan'er obeyed her orders and had just arrived in the front hall.

Crying, not daring to get close, just listened behind some girls.

In the hall, Ji Shuhan stood, but his bones fell slightly. The original fierce look turned flattered and filled with respectful smiles.

Jing Rong, who was sitting in the right position, smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, but he was so panic!

In addition, the rough man Lang Po stood aside, like a barrier, forming a circle around the scenery.

Do not enter the stranger!

Jing Rong's sharp and cold eyes glanced at Ji Shuhan.

Humming: "Master Ji, you are still sitting, Ben Wang really doesn't like to look up at others."

In the tone, it seems to have a strong force.

It’s not an exaggeration to call him Master Ji, but when Ji Shuhan was young, he was a courtier of the Libe Department!

But Ke Shuhan just smirked and bowed his head: "Xiaguan still stand."

"The king let you sit, you sit."

"Yes."

He had to carry his robe and sat down aside.

"Rong Wang came today and brought some precious items to the family members of Xiaguan. I don't know... what's the matter?"

how?Do you think he has something to ask for?

He is a prince, and he is really not used to beg you.

Smiled, squinted slightly, picked up the tea cup, Jingrong said leisurely: "This king heard that when the old age was the official in the dynasty, my father emperor gave you a golden satin jade tripod, but Really?"

Mentioned here, Ji Shuhan was proud.

"That was the luck of Xiaguan Sansheng for the emperor's reward."

"Oh? Ben Wang also heard that the root whip is a Persian tribute, the finest leather gold carving, but I don't know if Ben Wang is honored to take a look at it?"

Hearing this, Ji Shuhan hurriedly said: "Wang Rong wants to see it, and Xiaguan takes it himself."

Turning his head toward the house, Ding instructed: "Go take that root whip."

Ding pulled out and immediately took the whip.

It's also packed in a yellow box, which is really exquisite!

Ji Shuhan took it out of the box and delivered it respectfully: "King Rong, this is the Tengmabian rewarded by the emperor."

Know that it is a reward, no need to mention it again!

Jing Rong put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and the smile became a little weird.

After taking the whip, he looked at it in his hand and wrinkled his nose, saying, "This whip is indeed very delicate, but why is there a bloody smell?"

"This..." Ji Shuhan panicked.

This whip, after hitting Ji Yunshu, has been cleaned up. There is no trace of blood, and it has been smoked with sandalwood. Why is there a bloody smell?

King Rong, wouldn’t you be a dog?

Seeing Ji Shuhan's inferiority, Jing Rong lifted his jaw and continued: "Not only is there a bloody smell, but the handle of this whip also seems to have a smell of beast."

brute?

The person holding the whip handle is not Ji Shuhan!

Regarding Sang's ability to scold Huai, Jingrong stood second, and no one dared to stand first.

At this moment, Ji Shuhan's complexion was almost to the extreme, swallowing and spitting, trembling forward: "Sir, will this whip taste? Xiaguan smoked sandalwood every day."

"Master Ji, then you have to see the doctor and treat your nose well." It was obviously a smile, but the words changed.

Feeling unhappy, Jing Rong asked Langpo directly with his whip: "Langpo, you smell it and see if the king's nose is not bright."

"Yes."

Langpo took the whip, smelled it on his nose, and nodded: "Yes, indeed, there is a bloody smell, and the handle of this whip does have a animal smell."

"Yes." Jing Rong was very satisfied, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he smiled and looked straight.

"Burn this whip!"