Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 74
The moment he walked out of Prince Li's Mansion, Jing Chun took a deep breath of fresh air from the outside world. Sure enough, the breath of freedom was the sweetest.

However, Jing Chun could still feel a figure behind him, his face became a little more sad, and he slowly turned around with his slumped body.

"The subordinates are ordered to protect the princess."

Who else can I take orders from?

Jiang Hejin's chant.

Jing Chun looked at Qiao Ying, who was holding a sword and clasping her fists, and felt a little embarrassed, "But... I want to go back to Jingzhao Mansion. I am serving as an official in Jingzhao Mansion, and there are officials inside and outside. Is there any way you can follow me all the time?" "

"Princess Wangfei, don't worry, my subordinates are very professional."

what?
Before Jing Chun could react, he only felt a gust of wind and dust blow by. When he opened his eyes again, Qiao Ying had long disappeared.

As a palace guard, hiding oneself is a basic requirement, so naturally it will not cause any trouble to Jing Chun.

Jing Chun looked around, as if Qiao Ying had never appeared before, and couldn't help giving a thumbs up, only lamenting that the original owner didn't have the ability to fly over the wall like this, otherwise Jing Chun could also experience the feeling of floating on the water with a light kung fu.

Now that he had no worries about the future, Jing Chun went straight to Jingzhao Mansion, but before he arrived at Jingzhao Mansion, he saw Lu Yuzuo and several small officials in a hurry.

Where there is Lu Wu, there must be some crimes.

Lao Yuan Jingchun greeted Lu Yuzuo, but Lu Yuzuo seemed to be invisible. It was only when a few small officials found Jing Chun who was waving, that they had the opportunity to say a few words.

A few people didn't bother to exchange pleasantries, and could only briefly talk about the situation of the man's body found on the riverside this morning.

"Male corpse?" Jing Chunyi was startled. This is a homicide case. I have seen small cases of sneaking around in the past, but now that a personal homicide case has appeared, Jing Chun has regained consciousness a lot.

"I'll go too!" Jing Chun raised his hand.

Lu Yu pretended not to be angry, "A mere woman, what kind of male corpse are you looking at?"

Lu Yuzuo is a highly respected old man in Jingzhao Mansion. He is conscientious and conscientious, and he never neglects to do things.

It's just that Lu Wuzuo has always looked down on Jing Chun, a painter. It's not because he has any personal grudges, but because Jingchun is a girl. Lu Wuzuo is used to staying in the yamen, and his thoughts are inevitably pedantic. In his mind, he still thinks of "women and women". It’s a cliché that it’s hard to raise a villain.”

Jing Chun was not angry at all, he thought about Lu Yuzuo's seniority, bowed his head, and said, "Even if she is a woman, she is also a painter, and she is still working as a servant in Jingzhao Mansion, how can you not see it?"

With the identity of a painter in Jingzhao Mansion, Lu Yuzuo didn't dare to do anything to Jing Chun, so he acquiesced that Jing Chun followed behind.

Jing Chun didn't hesitate and followed.

When they arrived at the river, there was indeed a corpse covered with white cloth lying on the bank. Many officials had already gone down to the river to search for any physical evidence. Song Yiwen was still asking about the details of the old man who found the corpse.

This old man is the nearest villager. He was fishing on the river bank this morning. He thought it was a big fish eating the hook. Unexpectedly, he found a corpse floating on the river. He was really scared. .

Jing Chun looked at the corpse. His beard and hair were a little pale. He was about 50 to [-] years old. His face was completely ruined. There were still water stains on his clothes, and his hair was scattered, covering most of his face. The corpse was also extremely swollen and messy due to the river water soaking in the mud and sand.

I saw Lu Yuzuo took out a pair of white gloves from the box, studied it up and down, and said: "Soaked in river water, judging from the degree of corruption of the corpse, it has been dead for at least half a month."

Lu Wuzuo opened the mouth of the corpse again. Everyone dodged when they saw it, but Lu Wuzuo leaned over and sniffed it, and said: "There is alcohol smell, and there is mud between the fingernails. It should be drowned after drinking."

Song Yi asked: "Is it an accident?"

"This is the preliminary judgment, but an autopsy is needed before we can make a conclusion."

Song Yiwen believed that Lu Yu did it, even if it was an accident, Song Yiwen was relieved a lot, it was much better than a homicide case, "Look at the clothes, they don't look like ordinary poor people. Is there anyone who reported the missing person to the authorities?"

Master Tang thought for a moment, then shook his head, "No."

Jing Chun was also not far from the corpse. The corpse had been soaked in the river water to rot, and the flesh was soaked in hair. Naturally, the contours of the facial features were greatly different from the original appearance. It took a lot of effort to draw a portrait of the deceased.

"Carry them back to the autopsy room first, and the rest will wait for others to identify the bodies."

"Yes."

When he arrived at the autopsy room, Lu Yuzuo carefully inspected the corpse and found that there was indeed no trauma to the body and bones, indicating that there was no physical contact with anyone before death.

It was almost a perfect accident.

Since it was an accident, just wait for someone to identify the body.Since no one reported the case, the only way to identify the corpse was based on its appearance, and the job of this appearance was naturally handed over to Jing Chun.

Jing Chun looked at Zhang Ruolian who was hiding outside the door and sighed slightly, but the other person cast a pleading look for a moment, fearing that Jing Chun would not pity him.

"Gong Zhang, didn't you say you could overcome it?"

Jing Chunke still remembered Zhang Ruolian's bold words and lofty ambitions after drinking, saying that he was not afraid of anything, how could he run away faster than a rabbit when he saw his true skills?
Zhang Ruolian showed half of his head through the half door, and smiled mischievously, "It takes a process to overcome, isn't it, it's also the first time I've seen a corpse fished out of the water, it's even more unrecognizable than a mummy, well worker, Just help me do it for me, and you can do whatever you want me to do another day, another day."

"I just rested for a few days, you are so kind."

"Just treat it as if you are familiar with it and practice your skills. Don't worry, I will stand here. Don't be afraid."

……

Who are you afraid of?
Seeing Zhang Ruolian pretending to be a man, Jing Chun felt a little funny.

Jing Chun also didn't want to talk nonsense with Zhang Ruolian, although Zhang Ruolian's age is not much different now, but at least Zhang Ruolian is much more mature mentally, and Zhang Ruolian may have some difficulties with his size, so he picked up the charcoal The pen also began to carefully observe the facial features of the deceased.

Compared with the freshly salvaged appearance, as the body dries, the contours of the deceased's face become more detailed, and the texture of the face also shows a lot.

The charcoal pen in Jing Chun's hand also started to move, the strokes were thick and thin, well-proportioned, the few days of rest did not make Jing Chun's brushwork unfamiliar, and soon the characters came to life on the paper.

The clerk then covered the body with the white cloth again. Seeing this, Zhang Ruolian came in and took the portrait from Jing Chun's hand, with slight surprise in his eyes.

Jing Chun also noticed the surprise on Zhang Ruolian's face, "Do you know him?"

"This person... seems to be Mr. Yew, who I painted the boat."

"Songyun painted a boat?"

"Yes." Zhang Ruolian nodded, then opened the white cloth again, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, compared the portrait with the character, and then slowly covered the white cloth, "It does look like me. Mr. Yew, who painted the boat."

(End of this chapter)