Feng Yexuan's heart tightened, he squatted down, and reached out to touch the blood on the ground.
Although I was rubbed, I could see that it was a big ball at that time, as if it was flowing everywhere.
He couldn't imagine what kind of injury would shed so much blood?
But when he saw her again, she was really well and there was no obvious trauma on her body.
The one who may be most seriously injured was her hand.
But, so much blood cannot be flowed out of the wound on the hand.
"Prince, this blood...maybe it's not Miss Li's."
Leng Ji recalled the situation he saw Chu Qianli in the past two days, but he did not see any serious injuries on Chu Qianli.
Feng Yexuan didn't say anything, but just a heart, tightly tight.
If it weren't for her, then who else has been here during this period?
How could anyone not be discovered if he was injured so much?
"Your Majesty, don't worry. Although you don't know who the blood is, at least, the girl Li we met is very good."
Leng Ji rarely sees the prince's face so ugly. The two sword eyebrows are tightly locked together, so he must feel very uncomfortable.
He just wanted to comfort him.
Feng Yexuan glanced at him, resisted the stinging pain in his heart, and said coldly: "Why should I worry? Isn't that woman okay?"
"This...is, there is no need...worry, Miss Li is...is pretty good now."
As someone who can't figure out the prince's mind, Leng Ji didn't even dare to breathe hard.
Being with the king is like being with a tiger, and it can make people sweat at any time.
"Prince, that...Prince, let me see what else is in the room, hahaha..."
Leng Ji quickly left the door.
Feng Yexuan's eyes were still locked on the traces left by blood.
What appeared in front of me was a large pool of scarlet blood flowing down from her.
But she did not have such serious injuries. If she had one, she would not have had such a stable breath.
what is going on?
"Prince!" Leng Ji suddenly discovered something and looked shocked.
"Prince, is this... this... you?"
Feng Yexuan frowned and finally recovered from the bloodstains.
It could not be hers. She has no problem now, she is just weaker and has a pale face.
But at least, people are good.
As for whom this pool of blood belongs to, he will ask someone to investigate clearly.
Feng Yexuan looked at the paper that Leng Ji picked up from the table, his eyes were slightly darker, and he walked slowly over.
It's already dawn.
A few rays of light seeped into the window and shone on the paper, illuminating the portrait on the paper clearly.
He looked at the portrait with the painting Leng Ji, and then looked at Feng Yexuan. After being shocked, he was immediately surprised: "Prince, it's really you!"
"Who allows you to touch her things?" Feng Yexuan's face darkened.
With a long sleeve, the painting fell into his hands.
His back.
Although she could only see half of her side face, she was very good at painting and was very similar.
You can tell who it is at first glance.
This woman would have secretly drawn him for no reason?
Feng Yexuan's heart was a little shaken. After it was shaken, his eyes suddenly became dark: "Just put it on the table?"
"No, it was taken out by my subordinates."
Leng Ji pointed to a pile of paper beside him.
Some of them have weird symbols, and some are clearly written, which seem to be understood, but also seem to be unable to understand.
There are three words, Feng Yexuan thinks he understands it, but the word is clearly wrong.
He was almost nervous, but he was inexplicably excited.
Ye Xuan, this is clearly his name, but why is his surname different?
Why did the surname she wrote was "Feng" instead of "Feng".
The word "wind" seems, but is inaccurate.
Could it be that the woman was illiterate and even wrote his last name incorrectly?
It doesn't look like a stupid person, but it just doesn't even know the simplest word "wind".
So...sane.
"Prince, is Miss Li writing your name?"
Leng Ji also discovered this, but Miss Li even wrote the prince’s surname incorrectly, and her cultural level was really not high.
As for, this painting...
Leng Ji couldn't help but look at the painting quietly.
"Prince, Miss Li secretly draws your paintings and writes your name dictated. Miss Li likes you so much!"
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Feng Yexuan said coldly.
But in my heart, I was inexplicably uneasy.
Did the dead woman really secretly draw his portrait, write his name, or did she deliberately make these things to confuse him?
Leng Ji didn't understand: "Your Majesty, are you unhappy?"
Feng Yexuan didn't say anything, put away the paintings, and took away the words she wrote.
"I have thrown away all the other things for me and give her a new batch of them."
"Why?" Why did you throw away Miss Li's things?
No, the prince took away all the paper used by Miss Li, including some papers with messy symbols.
What he asked him to throw it away was useless.
Leng Ji was completely confused: "This is a shame, it's a pity to throw it away. If the prince is afraid that Miss Li is not enough, his subordinates will send some new ones... that's right."
Under Feng Yexuan's cold gaze as if he had quenched the ice, the cold voice became smaller and smaller.
At the end of the day, his voice was so slight that he could hardly hear it himself.
Feng Yexuan was a little annoyed to him.
Not only do you talk too much, but you are also very stupid!
If you don't throw them away, would you tell the woman that she had taken away all the calligraphy and paintings she wrote?
"I ordered someone to come and clean up the dormitory!"
He walked away.
When I walked to the door, my eyes couldn't help but fall on the remaining blood.
Whose blood is it?
"Check this king carefully. Who else has been here during this period?"
"yes!"
Leng Ji finally became smart now, knowing that the prince wanted to check the master of this pool of blood.
Fortunately, Miss Li is still fine now, and this pool of blood is definitely not hers.
Otherwise, if Miss Li was imprisoned during the few days, what happened, the prince... would have regretted for life?
...When Feng Yexuan returned to Wuzhouyuan, the sky was already completely bright.
Seeing the two figures waiting outside the door, Leng Ji looked surprised.
"Miss Huaiyu, you are not in good health yet, why did you wait here early?"
Leng Ji glanced at the prince.
When the prince came out of Qianyun Pavilion just now, his face was not very good because of the pool of blood.
But Leng Ji knew that he was hiding the portrait Chu Qianli painted for him, and his mood was still quite good.
When he saw Chu Huaiyu, the almost invisible pleasure in the prince's eyes had completely disappeared.
With Xiaoya's support, Chu Huaiyu walked to Feng Yexuan with a somewhat frivolous and slow step.
Her voice was always gentle and thought of a gentle breeze in spring: "Prince, Huaiyu has a heartless request, please agree."