Fortunately, there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones in the room.
Because her hands were burned and wrapped in gauze, it was very difficult to draw. Nanyan spent a long time and finally drew something on the paper.
Then, carefully hand it to Zhu Feng.
Zhu Feng took it over and took a look, and immediately frowned.
Ye Zheng also saw it on the side, it was a very strange thing, there was a circle in the middle, there seemed to be some patterns inside, outside, beside the circle, there were two things that looked like leaves.
What a strange pattern.
Ye Zheng murmured: "This, what is this?"
Zhu Feng didn't speak, but watched in silence for a long time, then raised his head to look at Nan Yan: "You, saw that on that corpse?"
"yes."
"Where?"
"On the back of the man's neck, where the hair roots are."
"..."
"At that time, the servant dragged the corpse out of the coffin, but it was already burning. The servant wanted to extinguish the flames, so he beat it with his hands for a long time, and then patted off the ashes on the back of the head."
"..."
"Then, the servant saw this."
Nan Yan said, then looked up at him cautiously, and said softly: "Your Majesty, is this useful?"
"..."
"This is the only thing the servant has seen on him."
Zhu Feng didn't speak, just folded the paper and put it away.
Then he looked down at her hands.
Those slender, weak and boneless hands were covered with blisters when they carried her back. Although she was already unconscious, when the doctor applied medicine to bandage her, she was still trembling with pain.
At this time, it hurts so much.
Then, when she used those hands to extinguish the flames, how painful it was.
Why is she so stupid
Thinking of this, he could hardly bear to stretch out his hand to pinch her again, but when he stretched out his hand, he gently caressed her cheek.
On the top, there is still a little scratch.
After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "It's useful."
"..."
"But next time, don't do that again."
"..."
"Otherwise, I'll—"
He didn't finish, and Nan Yan knew it.
To strangle yourself.
Every time I heard him get angry like this before, I was terrified, but at this time, I saw his slightly red eyes, felt the warmth of his palm pressing on my cheek, that kind of almost gentle breath.
For the first time, she was not afraid of his "threat" at all.
But, he nodded more obediently than ever before: "The servant knows."
As he spoke, he looked at him expectantly again: "Your Majesty, is this really useful?"
Zhu Feng nodded: "It's useful."
Without waiting for her to ask any more questions, he helped her to lie down again, and said: "Okay, from now on, don't talk or move anymore, just lie down and rest for me."
"..."
"There are guards at the door, and they will serve you."
Nan Yan knew that he was definitely going to deal with his big business, so he said obediently: "Yes."
Zhu Feng turned around and walked out of the room.
And Ye Zheng was standing at the door.
Just now, when Zhu Feng reached out to stroke Nan Yan's cheek, he quickly backed away.
After being a poor job for so many years, he still understands when to disappear.
When Zhu Feng came out and closed the door with his backhand, he hurried forward and said softly: "Your Majesty, what exactly is the pattern drawn by the lady officer?"
"..."
"Weichen looked at it, it looked familiar."
"..."
"But I just can't remember where I saw it."