Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Fortunately, pen, ink, paper and inkstone were originally prepared in the room.

The hand was burned and the gauze was wrapped around it, so it was very difficult to draw. Nan Yan took a long time to finally draw something on the paper.

Then, carefully handed it to Zhu Feng.

Zhu Feng took a look, and suddenly frowned.

Ye Zhen also saw it next to it. It was a very strange thing. There was a circle in the middle, and there seemed to be some patterns inside. On the outside, beside the circle, there were two things that looked like leaves.

What a strange pattern.

Ye Yu murmured, "This, what is this?"

Zhu Feng did not speak, but watched in silence for a long time, then raised his head to look at Nan Yan: "You, saw it on that corpse?"

"Yes."

"where is it?"

"Behind that man's neck, where the hair roots."

"..."

"At that time, the corpse was dragged out of the coffin by the servant, but it was already burning. The servant wanted to extinguish the flames, so after hitting it with his hand for a long time, he patted off the burnt hair on the back of the head."

"..."

"Then the servant girl saw this."

Nan Yan said, carefully raised his eyes to look at him, and whispered: "My lord, is this useful?"

"..."

"This is the only thing the servant girl sees in him."

Zhu Feng did not speak, but folded the paper and put it away.

Then lowered his head and looked at her hands.

Those slender, frail, boneless hands were all covered with singe when they took her back. Although she was in a coma, she was still trembling in pain when the doctor applied medicine to her.

At this time, it hurts so much.

Then, when she used those hands to extinguish the flame, it hurt.

Why is she so stupid?

Thinking of this, he almost couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch her again, but when he stretched his hand over, he gently stroked her cheek.

Above, there is a little scratch.

After a long while, he said in a dumb voice: "Useful."

"..."

"But next time, don't do this again."

"..."

"Otherwise, I will—"

He didn't finish, Nan Yan also knew.

To strangle yourself.

I was terribly scared every time I heard him getting angry like this before, but at this time, I saw the corners of his slightly flushed eyes and felt the temperature of his palm, ironing it on his cheeks, the 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: "The slave and maid got it."

He said, looking at him expectantly: "The emperor, is this really useful?"

Zhu Feng nodded: "Useful."

He didn't wait for her to ask anything, so he helped her to lie down again and said, "Well, from now on, you are not allowed to speak or move anymore. You will lie down and rest for me."

"..."

"There are people guarding the door, and they will serve you."

Nan Yan knew that he was going to do his big business, so he obediently said, "Yes."

Zhu Feng turned and walked out of this room.

And Ye Wei was standing at the door.

Just now, when Zhu Feng stretched out his hand to touch Nan Yan's cheek, he quickly retreated.

After so many years of difference, he still knows when to disappear.

When Zhu Feng came out and closed the door with his backhand, he hurried forward and said softly, "The emperor, what is the pattern painted by the magistrate?"

"..."

"Weichen looks familiar."

"..."

"But I just can't remember where I saw it."