'Burn it!'
The wound on her back was no longer hurting. Ji Yunshu massaged her brows and cautiously sat up from the bed.
She was afraid that the wound would split open again.
"Luan 'er!"
She called out twice, but there was no response.
'Where did this lass go so early in the morning?'
Ji Yunshu got off the bed and took a large blue cloak from the shelf. She put it on and left the room, but Luan 'er was still nowhere to be seen.
Just as she was about to return to the room, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from afar.
She turned around and saw Luan 'er panting. She was holding a long box in her hands. The box was wrapped in a layer of striped cloth, giving it a very elegant appearance.
"Miss, why are you up? Does the wound on your back still hurt? "Luan 'er looked worried.
"Where did you get this thing?"
Ji Yunshu's gaze was fixed on the box in Luan 'er's hands.
Luan 'er lifted the box in her hands and said, "That esteemed guest from the capital brought it here. He said that the young masters and young misses of the estate would each get a share. He is still talking to Master in the front hall."
"Esteemed guest? From the capital? "
"Yes." Luan 'er nodded.
'Could it be Jing Rong?'
Ji Yunshu was puzzled. She took the box from Luan's hands and ordered, "Go to the front hall and see what that esteemed guest said to Father."
'Ah? Peeping! Eavesdropping! '
Luan 'er didn't understand. "Miss, this …"
"Go quickly."
"Oh, oh, oh …"
Luan 'er paced a few steps before rushing to the front hall to peep.
Ji Yunshu carried the box into the room and opened it. Inside was a White Cloud Grass.
White Cloud Grass wasn't a rare medicinal ingredient, but it was extremely expensive.
It had a miraculous effect in treating whip wounds.
Ji Yunshu vaguely sensed something in her heart.
'That esteemed guest from the capital helped me in my hour of need. Isn't this too much of a coincidence?'
She shook her head. 'Since my back doesn't hurt now, it's more important to take care of business.'
She walked to the shelf behind the table and took out her sandalwood box. She opened it and spread a piece of white paper on the table.
After thinking for a moment, he took out a golden brush from the box, dipped it into the ink from the inkstone, and started writing on the paper.
After a while, pieces of human bones appeared on the paper with black ink. Upon closer inspection, it was a diagram of the entire skull!
It was the diagram of the Yin Yang Corpse's skull!
The skull was divided into 23 flat and irregular bones of different shapes and sizes.
And every small piece was carefully divided by her.
Usually, when reconstructing a skeleton, Ji Yunshu's habit was to break down the skull. Then, according to the size and shape of the skeleton, she would use clay to make a small model, and then draw out the skeleton's appearance.
This painting method was different from that of those corpses with flesh and skin!
Even in modern times, using high-tech computer synthesis technology, she still had to spend a lot of effort.
Besides, there was no electricity in this place!
Therefore, he could only use this method.
Putting down the golden brush in her hand, her white fingers lightly tapped on the edge of the paper.
Hermaphrodite?
This was also the first time she had encountered it.
After thinking for a while, she seemed to have thought of something else.
Her expression slightly changed. She rolled up the diagram of the skull and put it aside. Then, she spread out another piece of paper.
She arranged the pigments in the sandalwood box one by one, took a drop of water, hooked the brush, and started drawing on the paper.
On the other side, Luan 'er obeyed her orders and had just arrived at the front hall.
She tiptoed, not daring to approach them. She just listened from behind the maids.
In the hall, Ji Shuhan was standing, but his body was slightly bowed. His original fierce expression had changed into one of flattery, filled with a respectful smile.
Jing Rong, who was sitting in the main seat, had a faint smile on his face, but it was enough to make people feel anxious!
With the addition of Lang Po, they formed a protective barrier around Jing Rong.
Strangers are not allowed to enter!
Jing Rong's sharp and cold eyes looked at Ji Shuhan from top to bottom.
He snorted and said, "Lord Ji, you should sit down. This Prince doesn't like to look up to others."
His tone seemed to contain a trace of ruthlessness.
Calling him Lord Ji was not an exaggeration. When he was young, he was the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites!
However, Ji Shuhan's face only twitched. He lowered his head and said, "This lowly official will stand."
"If this Prince wants you to sit, then sit."
"Yes."
He had no choice but to lift his robe and sit on the side.
"Prince Rong came today with some precious items for this lowly official's family. May I know … what's the matter?"
'What? Do you think Jing Rong has something to ask?
As a dignified prince, he doesn't need to come and beg you. '
Jing Rong smiled and squinted his eyes. He picked up the teacup and leisurely said, "This Prince heard that when you were an official in the imperial court, my Imperial Father once bestowed upon you a horse whip with golden satin and jade cauldron. Is that true?"
When he mentioned this, Ji Shuhan showed a proud expression.
"This lowly official was fortunate enough to receive such a gift from His Majesty."
"Oh? This Prince also heard that the horse whip is a tribute from Persia. It's made from the finest leather of a golden eagle. I wonder if this Prince would have the honor to take a look at it? "
Hearing this, Ji Shuhan hurriedly said, "If Prince Rong wants to see it, this lowly official will bring it for you."
He turned his head to the servant and ordered, "Go and bring that horse whip."
The servant broke into a run and immediately fetched the whip.
Moreover, it was packed in a yellow brocade box. How exquisite!
Ji Shuhan took it out from the box and respectfully presented it to Jing Rong. "Prince Rong, this is the horse whip that His Majesty bestowed upon you."
'I know it's a reward, so there's no need to mention it again!'
Jing Rong put down the teacup in his hand and raised his eyebrows. His smile became somewhat sly.
He took the whip and looked at it in his hands. He wrinkled his nose and said, "This whip is indeed very exquisite, but why does it smell like blood?"
"This …" Ji Shuhan was somewhat flustered.
This whip was clearly cleaned after hitting Ji Yunshu. Not a single trace of blood could be seen. Moreover, it was smoked with sandalwood. How could it smell like blood?
'Prince Rong, are you born in the year of the dog?'
Seeing that Ji Shuhan was speechless, Jing Rong raised his chin and continued, "Not only does it smell like blood, but the handle of the whip also smells like an animal."
'Animal?
The person holding the handle of the whip is none other than Ji Shuhan! '
When it came to scolding the locust tree while pointing at the mulberry tree, if Jing Rong stood second, no one would dare to stand first.
At this moment, Ji Shuhan's complexion was extremely pale. He swallowed his saliva and trembled as he walked forward. "Your Highness, how can this whip smell? This lowly official smokes it with sandalwood every day. "
"Lord Ji, then you should go see a physician and properly treat your nose." Although he was smiling, his words had a different meaning.
Feeling that he wasn't satisfied, Jing Rong raised the whip and asked Lang Po, "Lang Po, take a sniff and see if this Prince's nose isn't working."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Lang Po took the whip and sniffed it. He nodded. "Your Highness, there is indeed a smell of blood. The handle of the whip also smells like an animal."
"Hmm." Jing Rong was very satisfied. His eyes suddenly darkened and his smile disappeared.
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