The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 101 It is most appropriate for the prince to give me a letter of divorce

"If the lord is unwell, there is no need to do so. The palace merchant will come back later and apply the medicine." Her voice was choked up a little bit, and it sounded like she was angry.

"No." His magnetic voice was a little hoarse, and he focused on the medicine on the wound, "Does it hurt?"

Feng Canglan looked back, there were tears in those autumn water eyes, his eyes were red, I felt pity.

As soon as she sheds tears, even if she wants the stars in the sky, someone will take them for her.

Seeing this appearance, Zong Zhengyu's heart ached.

Wiping away the tear from the corner of his eyes with trembling hands, just when Feng Canglan bit his lips and looked back, "My lord thinks so."

"Can it not hurt?"

"I'm sorry, I just now..." Zong Zhengyu's voice choked, and he hugged Feng Canglan carefully, "No, this kind of thing won't happen in the future."

"after?"

"Forget it in the future, it is most appropriate for the prince to give me a letter of divorce."

"Otherwise, no one would know if he was beaten to death someday."

Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes were darkened by the words of divorce letter, and his arms around Feng Canglan were tightened immediately, "Lan'er, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"You can't say such things again in the future, you know?" His voice was soft and creepy.

Feng Canglan's back stiffened, this seemed to be a taboo.

Every time this matter is mentioned, Zong Zhengyu is particularly abnormal?
Could it be post-traumatic stress disorder?

been abandoned?White Moonlight?

"Why can't you tell?"

"You beat me and won't tell me?"

"Do you think that my father is not in the imperial city, and I have no one to support me when I die, so you can just make up a reason."

"No." Zong Zhengyu retorted.

Feng Canglan broke free from her embrace, turned around and reprimanded, "That's it!"

"no!"

"Yes! You are!"

Before Feng Canglan finished her sentence, there was a burst of applause, her pupils dilated, and she looked straight at Zong Zhengyu.

"You..." Looking at the red palm prints on Zong Zhengyu's face, she felt frightened for the first time.

Zong Zhengyu, what kind of operation is this?
Are you afraid you have a mental illness?

"Is this enough? Not enough for you to call back." He grabbed Feng Canglan's hand and slapped himself on the face.

Feng Canglan quickly broke free and moved back, looking at Zong Zhengyu with a trace of panic in his eyes.

"No... it's alright."

"I'm fine, you go out first and I'm going to rest." She quickly pulled up her skirt, nervous and panicked.

"Okay." Zong Zhengyu also gradually returned to normal, and touched Feng Canglan's cheek with a smile, "Then take a good rest."

Watching Zong Zhengyu leave until he completely disappeared, Feng Canglan breathed a sigh of relief.

Zong Zhengyu just now was really scary, but at least the matter of her slap was exposed.

A stream of water ran down her cheek, and she wiped it off calmly.

The acting seems to be a little better.

After leaving the palace, even if she goes bankrupt, she is not afraid of not having enough food and clothing, and she can still act.

Zong Zhengyu left, and Gong Shang Huiyu came in at the same time, all of them were nervous, as if Zong Zhengyu didn't do anything to you.

"I'm fine, don't worry." After this incident, Zong Zhengyu would feel that he owed her and felt sorry for her.

The following period of time in the palace should not be too sad.

Lying on her side on the bed, she took out the Tongshicao and looked at it.

"Get ready and go find Yin in three days."

It is really troublesome not to stay out of the palace all night, so she must find a reason, a reason to leave the palace for a while.

And the back injury is a very good reason.

It is midsummer now, and the wound is prone to inflammation. She needs to go to a cool place to avoid the heat.

Far away from the imperial city, far away from Zong Zhengyu, so that he can do things freely.

The few tears just now were the foreshadowing for going to the summer resort tomorrow.

The bowl of dumplings originally made to coax Zong Zhengyu can also play this role.

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The guards had already cleaned up the inside, and Zong Zhengyu turned the wheelchair to the desk, the slap marks on his face were particularly obvious.

Although the guards and dark guards saw it, no one dared to say anything, and they all lowered their heads.

On the desk, the bowl of red and green dumplings was already cold.

A guard who didn't know the situation stepped forward and said, "My lord, this meal is cold, and my subordinates will leave."

Just as he picked it up and was about to leave, a voice as cold as ice came from behind, "Put it down."

The guard paused immediately, put it down and left.

Zong Zhengyu scooped one up with a soup spoon. Although it was cold, it still tasted good.

After eating half of it, he ate the other half. He stopped suddenly while chewing, and vomited out a copper plate.

After eating them all, there is every dumpling.

After eating, the guard came to clean up.Holding the leftover soup in the soup bowl and shaking it left and right, he gasped in surprise, "Why are there words on the bottom of the bowl?"

Zong Zhengyu raised his eyebrows, "Wait."

"Bring the bowl here."

The guard put the bowl back, Zong Zhengyu finished the soup in one gulp, and it was written 'Turn the bowl upside down' on the bottom of the bowl.

Zong Zhengyu turned it upside down according to the instructions, and there were two small figures drawn on the bottom of the bowl.

One was sitting in a wheelchair with a cold face, and the other had big round eyes with two tears falling, and a gesture of kneeling on his hands.

The painting is vivid and lovely.

Zong Zhengyu instantly softened his brows and eyes, and his phoenix eyes were also tinged with tenderness.

Thinking of the scars on Zong Zhengyu's back again, his face became cold again, "Call Fu Yu over."

"Yes."

Fu Yu came here in a hurry, knowing that what happened in the morning was afraid that he would bring trouble to Chi Yu.Be careful when entering.

As a result, when he opened the door, he saw Zong Zhengyu holding a bowl with a gentle and sweet smile on his face.

Fu Yu was stunned on the spot, rubbing his eyes to make sure it wasn't his own dazzle, with a hellish expression on his face.

Why is the prince holding a bowl and laughing foolishly?A ghost?
"Here we come." Hearing the movement at the door, Zong Zhengyu carefully put down the bowl in his hand for fear of bumping into it. Those who didn't know it thought it was a rare treasure.

"My lord, what did you call your subordinates tonight..."

"Sit down and talk." Fu Yudun felt flattered, "Speak, my lord."

He sat on a chair with his back straight, his posture correct, his hands on his knees, as if waiting for a lecture.

"Cough." He cleared his throat, "This king has a friend, he beat his wife, and then how can I coax her when she gets angry?"

"Fuck!" Fu Yu immediately jumped up, "My lord, why do you have such a worthless friend?"

"Beat a woman! It's my wife who hit me, my lord, break off the relationship quickly."

Fu Yu was chattering, but he didn't notice Zong Zhengyu whose face had darkened a little.

"This king's friend didn't do it on purpose. I regret it now, so I'm going to coax her."

"It doesn't matter if it's not intentional, it's my wife who hit me."

"It's simply a scum, the scum of the scum." Fu Yu looked empathetic and shared the same hatred.

Zong Zhengyu's expression turned cold, "He knew he was wrong, so he asked me how to coax me!"

(End of this chapter)