The old man then asked, "Then do you know who the deceased is?"
Ji Yunshu put his head down and wrapped it well with the white cloth
Take off your gloves.
She said to the old man: "I don't know yet! It will take me three days before I can draw the face of the deceased. At that time, I will naturally be able to know the identity of the deceased based on the portrait."
"Can you really touch bone portraits?"
"It's not so magical, I just learned some things about the lifeline of bones, and I can combine them one by one according to the bones of the deceased's head to make a portrait. However, the deceased has been dead for three years. It's dead, so it will take at least three days for the portrait to come out."
"Are you really able to draw a portrait of the deceased?" the old man asked again.
Ji Yunshu nodded affirmatively: "Yes!"
The old man was startled,
Couldn't speak for a while.
Li Cheng suddenly laughed and said to the old man, "This official has already said it before, but you old guy just doesn't believe it. When the portrait comes out, remember to honor what you said."
The old man made: "..."
Why!
Ji Yunshu didn't have time to pay attention to what they promised, but held his head and said to Li Cheng: "Cheng Shizi, I will take this head back first, I still need some clay, please find someone to send it, three days later, the portrait available."
"Okay!" Li Cheng responded and said to the people present, "Listen, from this moment on, Mr. Ji will represent the official, and what she says will also represent the official's words, as long as it is what she ordered. , you have to do it, understand?"
"Yes!"
People take orders.
Ji Yunshu stepped out of the autopsy room and said, "Then I'll go first."
Li Chenggang was about to follow her.
She turned her head and said solemnly: "Also, I don't like being disturbed by others, so I also ask Cheng Shizi not to disturb me these days."
Li Cheng was embarrassed.
But still should.
So, she hugged that head and went back with Jing Rong!
Not long after returning home, Li Chengcheng sent someone to bring a lot of pottery clay.
She was ashamed on the spot!
You don't need so much at all, and you don't know where to put the extra
speechless.
After that day, Jing Rong didn't bother her either, but continued to search for people in Gaoding City with Bai Yin.
If you can find it as soon as possible, you don't have to continue dealing with Li Cheng.
The next day, it snowed.
There were snowflakes, and the entire Gao Ding was dyed white overnight.
When Ji Yunshu was resting, he pushed open the window.
Snowflakes were blown by the wind on the windowsill and on her.
She reached out and took one.
It melts as soon as it hits the palm of your hand!
The coldness also slowly spread from the palm of his hand.
She shuddered.
He quickly closed the window and folded back to the table to continue painting.
But just opened the sandalwood box and was about to take out a thin pen from it, but found that the pen was broken!
Probably due to the many bumps along the way.
But she only has that fine pen!
If you use other pens, the lines drawn will be different.
Although it won't have a big impact, she, who is more obsessive about portraits, can't stand it at all.
so-
She has to go out.
Just buy a pen.
And it was snowing outside.
There were snowflakes and a cold wind.
She took a thick cloak, put it on and went out.
Because Jing Rong and Bai Yin went out to look for someone, they kept a guard at the door to protect her safety.
As soon as she came out, the guard asked, "Miss Ji, where are you going?"
"I'll go out and come back later. If Jingrong comes back, tell him not to worry."
"This can't be done, the lord ordered to protect you."
"I just go out and buy a pen and come back later."
"Pen?" the guard said, "I'll buy it for you."
"The pen I want, as long as I know it myself, I have to go there in person, and you stay here, so that we won't be worried when Jingrong comes back, and you can help me look at the contents."
"But… "
"Don't worry, I'll be fine, I'll go back quickly."
Without waiting for the guard to say anything, she had already left.
As soon as she arrived at the front yard, she saw Song Zhi returning from the outside with two small charcoal stoves.
"Master Song? Where have you been? Why are you still carrying a stove?"
Song Zhi shrank his neck and said, "I see that it's so cold, so I'll go out and buy you a stove to keep in the house."
"It's work."
Song Zhi asked her again, "Then where are you going?"
She said, "I'm going out to buy something."
"buy what?"
"Pen!"
Song Zhi thought for a while: "The road is slippery, I'll go with you."
"No, I'll do it myself. You should hurry up and set up the stove."
Ji Yunshu said, and has already walked away.
Song Zhi also hurried to set up the stove.
The small alley was full of snow, but this morning, Song Zhi took the shovel and shoveled the snow to both sides one by one, making a way.
Very good to go.
But because of the heavy snowfall, the road was soon covered with another layer of snow.
Ji Yunshu held an umbrella and stepped out of the alley on the snow.
When she went out that day, she saw a pen and ink studio on the way.
With his own memory, he found that place.
The Pen and Ink Studio is located in an inconspicuous place, but it looks very big inside, and you can see many kinds of pens from the outside.
She went to the door and put away her umbrella.
Shake a few times!
Put it next to the pillar by the door.
Just stepped in-
A child ran out of it.
Just bumped into her.
When the child hit her, the small body fell back a few times, then became unstable and sat on the ground.
Muffled sound!
Ji Yunshu was startled, and when he came to his senses, he immediately picked up the child from the ground.
"How is it? Is there any pain?"
The child didn't feel any pain at all. He was holding a wooden horse in his hand, looking up at her with his small head raised and his watery eyes open.
Shaking his head, he said, "It doesn't hurt."
The voice is firm.
The little guy looks so cute.
Ji Yunshu squatted in front of him, touched his head, and asked, "You are awesome!"
The child said, "Dad said that a man is a good man. If he falls, he can't cry. If he needs to stand up, he is a good boy."
Ji Yunshu smiled softly: "Your father is right, a man and a man, can't cry."
"Yeah." The child nodded heavily.
Ji Yunshu looked inside, but there was no one, not even the shopkeeper, so she asked the child, "Where's your father?"
"My father is inside, talking to Uncle."
"Oh."
"Brother, are you here to buy a pen?"
"right."
"I also came to buy a pen. Daddy promised me that as long as I was obedient, he would buy me the best pen ever."
This child is not the son of the shopkeeper!
At this time-
A voice came from behind the curtain inside. "Ah!"