The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 110

Feng Canglan's eyebrows sank, and he looked around.

Is this carriage intentionally here to be her?

Feng Canglan was on guard, when the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a man in navy blue came out from inside.

After landing, she saw the face of the person walking, her eyes were slightly cold.

She met this person the day Yunqin left his teacher, his name was Yunqing.

It seems to be Tianyang's chief physician.

Looking at it like this, it's really squatting her here.

It's been so long in the past, it's really good endurance.

"Master." Yun Qing smiled respectfully, "Where does Master want?"

"If it's on the way, we can..."

Before Yun Qing finished speaking, Feng Canglan interrupted, "It's not on the way."

After she finished speaking, she turned sideways.

Yun Qing swallowed the words that were on her lips, looked at the beautiful figure that was fading away, turned and walked towards the carriage, "My lord, the negotiation failed."

"En." There was a flat sound from the carriage.

While Feng Canglan was rushing to Jiangnan, Zong Zhengyu was also heading to Jiangnan.

After leaving the palace for a month, Zong Zhengyu finally left for Jiangnan within a month without sending a single letter back.

"My lord, my subordinates found out that when I was leaving the imperial city, the princess's carriage was attacked."

Zong Zhengyu's closed eyes slowly opened, and his cold eyes shot over, "Why didn't you report it?"

"It is said that the princess said that there is nothing serious, so there is no need to report it."

Zong Zhengyu's complexion was deep, and there was darkness under his deep phoenix eyes.

His knuckle fingers rubbed against the edge of the teacup, "One month should be enough."

The back of the dark guard stiffened and retreated silently.

Jiangnan
The merchants of Huiyu Palace went around in a hurry. They had just agreed to come back a month ago, and then they would return to the imperial city together, but after all, no one came back.

What's worse, the prince actually came.

If the prince arrives earlier, this lie will not be able to be fulfilled at all.

"What should the palace merchant do?" This month, they were all cautious, for fear that someone would find something unusual.

"Don't worry, take one step at a time."

"Bang bang bang."

There was a sound of orderly hoofbeats, the palace merchant opened a gap in the wooden window, and a gorgeous carriage drove into the other courtyard.

The blood on her face faded instantly, "Wang... the carriage of the prince!"

"It's over, it's over, how can I explain that Miss is not here?"

"Calm down, you are more likely to be suspicious when you are nervous."

in another courtyard

The dark guard pushed Zong Zhengyu off the carriage, and went to the room where Gongshang Huiyu was exactly.

Gong Shang took a deep breath, and suppressed the tension in his eyes.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door, and Gong Shang's heart missed half a beat.

Huiyu's face remained normal, and he opened the door, "My lord."

He thanked him and was about to come in with his wheelchair, but Huiyu blocked the door and did not move an inch.

Zong Zhengyu lifted his face, and a powerful coercion came over him.

Gong Shang frowned, "My lord, Miss is still resting."

"Get out of the way!" His voice was as cold as an ice knife, but Gong Shang didn't give way either.

"My lord, wait a moment, the princess is still resting."

Two people, you don't let me, I don't let you.

Zong Zhengyu's eyebrows were cold, "Come here, drag the palace merchant down."

"What's the matter~" A soft voice sounded, mixed with a feeling of drowsiness, "It's too noisy to sleep."

Gong Shang's face was still serious, and he moved back.

Zong Zhengyu turned the wheelchair and went straight to the bed.

It's late summer and it's still hot.

Even in the south of the Yangtze River, there is still a trace of heat.

Feng Canglan was lying on the bed, wearing a thin silk skirt, her shoulders were exposed, and her long legs were dangling on the bed.

It shakes people's hearts.

On the flushed cheeks due to sweating, a lot of broken hair stuck to the ears, inexplicably a little more charming, invisibly seductive.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were dark, and he pinched Feng Canglan's slender and straight legs and placed them on the bed.

Feng Canglan opened his eyes lazily, and when he saw Zong Zhengyu's enlarged handsome face, he widened his eyes, looking extremely surprised, "My lord?"

The bright eyes seem to rub the stars in them, "I dream of the prince no matter how I dream, do you think about it every day and dream about it at night?"

"Or, the lord misses me just as much as I do, so I dreamed of him."

Feng Canglan talked to himself, completely treating the present as a dream under his control.

She reached out and poked Zong Zhengyu's cheek, and immediately danced happily.

"Wow, the touch in the dream is so real."

She put her hands together, pinched and rubbed her face.

Hui Yu's eyebrows twitched wildly as she watched from the side. If she didn't know what was going on, she would really believe it.

The princess is acting and enters the state every minute.

"Hmph." Feng Canglan pouted after getting addicted to her hands, "Why do you keep a straight face in other people's dreams?"

"Smile." She placed two index fingers on Zong Zhengyu's face and raised them up to make a smiling face.

While she was concentrating, her lips were soft, her pupils shrank sharply, and her mind was blank.

His kiss was like the eve of a storm, full of the feeling that the mountains and rains are about to come and the wind is overwhelming.

Just like himself, strong, domineering, and irrefutable.

After a long time, Zong Zhengyu moved away slowly, rubbing his thumb against her face, with a concentrated expression, Feng Canglan's shadow was reflected in his pitch-black phoenix eyes.

"Is it true?" His hoarse voice sounded, and the hand rubbing the corner of his lips moved slightly, "If you don't feel it, do it again."

Without waiting for Feng Canglan's response, Zong Zhengyu hooked his slender waist with one hand and pulled Feng Canglan into his arms, and supported Feng Canglan's snowy cheeks with the other, with a focused and focused expression.

Gong Shang Huiyu's expression changed at the same time.

"My lord... my lord." Feng Canglan's panicked brain slowly started to push Zong Zhengyu away, his eyes flickered and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Is it really you, my lord? You also came to Jiangnan?"

"I thought I was dreaming just now."

"Here we come." He tried hard to restrain the turmoil in his heart, and his voice became hoarse, "Why don't you write a letter home."

"Ah..." Feng Canglan was stunned for a moment, then scratched the back of his head, giving a feeling of confusion, "I forgot."

After finishing speaking, she quickly put on an appearance that I was wrong, "My lord, I didn't intentionally not write letters home, I was too happy and then forgot."

Zong Zhengyu didn't respond, his phoenix eyes stared at Feng Canglan calmly.

She only felt an inexplicable coercion coming, and immediately changed her strategy and pulled Zong Zhengyu's cuffs in a soft voice to act coquettishly, "My lord, don't be angry, Canglan will take you out to play today."

"Why is the cover so thick in summer?" The topic suddenly jumped, and he touched Feng Canglan's hair that was stuck to his ear, "It's so hot."

With that said, Zong Zhengyu was about to uncover the quilt.

Feng Canglan panicked and held it down, "I have a bit of a cold, and I'm getting chills."

Under the quilt was her white-clothed bamboo hat, if Zong Zhengyu saw it, wouldn't it be overturned.

Terrible!
"That's it." Zong Zhengyu's eyes darkened by two points, "Then cultivate well."

After finishing speaking, he turned the wheelchair and turned around, Feng Canglan's heart that was hanging in mid-air fell steadily.

Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes turned cold, and he took advantage of Feng Canglan's moment of relaxation to pull off the quilt...

(End of this chapter)