"It's best to look at the person's face and do it completely from memory. I'm afraid some small details won't look right."

Take out the vulcanized latex and prepare to make a mold, Qing Ning suggested.

"No need, what's so good about a dead man's hideous appearance? I remember it clearly, so I'll just draw his face."

The man spread the paper, took out the pen she gave him, and started drawing.

...

When Zhong Li came outside the camp, he heard the voices of two people inside.

"Your Majesty's hand is too big, I can't hold it at all."

"Then my hand is outside. I will hold your hand."

"When you hold my hand, doesn't it mean you're teaching me?"

"No, I hold your hand and don't move. If you move it, it's still the same as your hand leading my hand. You are still the one teaching me."

"Okay, give it a try."

"Um."

"Oh, Your Majesty's grip is too tight, I can't move."

"Is it tight? Then loosen it up, now what?"

"Relax a little more and don't use any force at all."

"What about now?"

"that is it."

Zhong Li stood there not knowing whether to interrupt or not. He hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Your Majesty."

"Come in."

Zhong Li opened the curtain and saw two people in the tent. The woman was sitting at the table, and the man was standing behind the woman, leaning forward to hug her from behind, with his big hands wrapped around his small hands.

Are you teaching writing, or doing something else? The posture is intimate and ambiguous.

Qing Ning was completely focused on the work in hand and didn't care about any of this at all.

Zhong Li's ears felt slightly hot and he stepped forward.

"I heard from General Wu that the prince is looking for his subordinates."

Only then did he realize that instead of writing, he was holding a strange-shaped knife to color a human skin mask.

The man glanced at him: "You go and wait outside first. I'll call you when you feel better."

Zhong Li nodded and ordered.

When I exited, I was confused, so is it the man teaching the woman how to make dough, or the woman teaching the man how to make dough?

Judging from the conversation just now, it seems that the woman is teaching the man.

He couldn't help but be surprised, that woman actually had this ability?

...

After the dough was ready, Bu Fengli called Zhong Li into the tent and explained it carefully, asking him to change into the clothes of the leader and put on the dough.

Qing Ning took something like a pill from a bottle and gave it to Zhong Li: "Bite it, don't swallow it, hold it in your mouth and let it flow out from the corner of your mouth."

"What is it?" Zhong Li and Bu Fengli were both confused.

"It's also fake blood, but this is the kind that can be taken orally. Didn't the other party change his mind temporarily when he bit his tongue to commit suicide? Since he bit his tongue, his tongue must have been injured."

Bu Fengli nodded: "You are still careful."

Qing Ning raised her eyebrows to show that she liked it.

Don't even look at what she does.

Everything was ready, the news spread, and Zhong Li was let go. The time was specially chosen when everyone was outside to get lunch.

After everything was arranged, the couple sat in the tent and waited for the fish to take the bait.

"My lord, do you have any suspicion?"

"What about you?" the man asked without answering.

"I have."

"Who? Tell me and see if it's the same person I suspect."

Qing Ning was about to speak when she suddenly saw a figure moving outside the tent. Her eyes narrowed and she closed her mouth immediately. She pointed at the shadow to signal the man with an excited look and mouthed silently: "Here we come!"

The man raised his eyes and pursed his thin lips.

The figure stopped at the door and did not come in immediately.

Qing Ning tilted her head to the man's ear and whispered: "Looking at the height and figure, she should be a woman."
Chapter completed!