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Qi Zhen had been training for twenty years.

One January day, it was a sunny day. In just a short while, it rained heavily. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The bluestone path was covered in a layer of silvery-smooth water.

Ji Yunshu, holding onto an umbrella and holding onto a finely carved Sandalwood Box, walked all the way from the Ji Family to the Zhou Mansion's entrance.

On the first day of the month, every family was filled with joy. However, the entrance to the Zhou Mansion was hung with white satin and a few white lanterns.

It turned out that Miss Zhou had died in an accident yesterday!

Ji Yunshu kept the umbrella, wiped the rain off her shoulders, and carefully examined the Sandalwood Box in her arms.

This was a precious item for her to eat. She definitely couldn't let it get soaked!

If it wasn't for the county magistrate begging her, she really didn't want to come.

Working in the first month was indeed a bit unlucky.

"Sir, you're finally here."

manservant, who was in the mansion, ran over and called out anxiously while carrying his waist.

Ji Yunshu was dressed in men's clothes and looked very simple and elegant.

Ji Yunshu nodded her head and followed manservant to the mourning hall in the backyard. manservant, the girl from the mansion, was kneeling on the ground with her head lowered, wiping away her tears.

Inside the hall, master zhou was dressed in a long robe made of purple ink satin. He had a serious expression on his high chignon and his lips were pursed. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with fatigue.

Yesterday, when she found out that her daughter had suddenly died, she fainted on the spot. Now, she hadn't even recovered from the pain. If it weren't for the support of a few little girls, she would have collapsed on the ground again.

Ji Yunshu was naturally used to such situations when she worked in the past.

master zhou looked at his wife when he saw Ji Yunshu. Then he pulled her aside.

"Mr. Ji, I'll have to trouble you. When my daughter was alive, she loved to dress up and dress up, even when she was free, she would go to the courtyard to admire the plum blossoms. Because of her poor health, she rarely went out, just that yesterday … "He fell from the pavilion and smashed into the fake mountain. His face …"

"master zhou, don't worry. I understand."

Ji Yunshu replied and put down the Sandalwood Box she brought with her and opened it. Inside, there were all sorts of exquisite painting tools, with boxes that were split into three layers. On the first layer, there were seven to eight small, silver brushes embroidered with phoenix clouds.

Although the box was coincidental, it was fully equipped.

The little girls curiously peeked inside. They had never seen a painting scene like this before.

manservant took a roll of silk and spread it out on the table before leading Ji Yunshu to the coffin.

In the coffin, Miss Zhou's face was festering, her skin was cut open, and her shins were connected to her shins. Her eyes were bulging, and although her lips and teeth were intact, the bridge of her nose was broken.

Who wouldn't feel disgusted seeing such an appearance?

However, he should look like this after falling down from the roof.

Looking at the clothes on her hair, it was a perfect pink embroidery. It was neat and tidy, her hair was like ink, blending in with the gold and silver jewelry that accompanied her burial.

This Zhou Family was indeed worthy of being called a rich family. It was no wonder that the county magistrate begged her to come over.

After looking carefully, Ji Yunshu returned to the table, mixed some pigments, chose a size three pen, and began to draw lines and ink on the silk. After a short while, the silk took on a shape, dyed one by one, and slowly sculpted, dyed, and adjusted …

The surrounding people were stupefied. They were flabbergasted.

It was said that a famous painter had appeared in the Jinjiang, and was assigned to work at the yamen. He painted the dead, and no matter if it was a mangled corpse, or a burnt and rotten corpse, or a pile of white bones, she could still draw the appearance of the dead.

A pair of delicate hands and a Sandalwood Box.

Half an hour later, Ji Yunshu kept her brush and dusted off her sleeves.