The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 112 Zong Zhengyu, I call you second uncle!

"My lord?" Seeing that Zong Zhengyu didn't turn back to him, Feng Canglan looked over.

I saw his eyes staring at a certain place like a torch, and his eyes followed, and fell on his shoes for a moment.

Her heart suddenly tightened.

Slightly squatting down, trying to cover the muddy embroidered shoes.

It's over! It's over!

Zong Zhengyu was very thoughtful, how could she have so many muddy ideas on Jiangnan embroidered shoes.

This is suspicious.

The more you cover it up, the more you prove your guilt.The temperature in Zong Zhengyu's eyes dropped dramatically.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room was extremely oppressive, and her heart trembled.

The brain turns quickly.Suddenly, her eyes lighted up slightly, thinking about it.

"My lord, don't look at it."

"I'm blocking you and still watching." She simply stood up without blocking it, "Look, let's see."

"Anyway, I'm here with the prince, and I have no face to speak of."

"It rained a few days ago, and I wanted to see the misty and rainy scenery, and then my shoes were stained with mud."

"I squatted down to cover it, you still watch." She folded her arms and pouted, as if I was angry and ignored you.

Zong Zhengyu withdrew his gaze and suppressed the coldness in his eyes, "Okay, don't watch."

"I want to change my shoes." She stepped aside and found a new pair of shoes to put on.

In front of Zong Zhengyu, he deliberately pulled up the skirt, "Look, let's see, now I'll show you."

I was really careless just now, the more I cover it up, the more I prove my guilt.

Isn't it just that the shoes are muddy, how normal is it, it's better to be generous.

"Let's go, it won't be fun any later."

Feng Canglan was in front, Zong Zhengyu followed, and Gong Shang Huiyu followed closely behind.

The nights at the end of summer are still hot, but the intersecting imperial city is much better.

When the two of them were on the street, the man was unparalleled in beauty, and the woman was the most beautiful in the world.

As soon as the two good-looking people came out of the street, they attracted a lot of attention. Feng Canglan ignored them and ran around in the street stalls, buying a lot of things.

Zong Zhengyu followed behind and was responsible for paying the money.

"Ah, this one looks good too." Feng Canglan was fascinated by a family of sugar men again.

"I want this."

The peddler handed the pointed one to Feng Canglan, she turned and walked away. Zong Zhengyu turned the wheelchair over and took out the taels of silver from his purse.Let it go and keep going.

"Wow, let's go shopping."

Feng Canglan sat on the bench and beat his calf, "My lord, I'm tired from walking, let's go rowing."

Feng Canglan brought it up, Wen Qing asked to make arrangements immediately, and after a while, the two appeared on the boat and were ready to go boating.

There are many lotus flowers in the river, overflowing with fragrance.

Occasionally a gust of wind blows, mixed with the refreshing fragrance of flowers.

"Why did the prince come to Jiangnan? Is there something wrong?"

"Pick you up and go home." He said unhurriedly, then opened the corners of his eyes, Motong was silent and could not see the emotion in his eyes, "Otherwise, if you play like crazy, you will forget the time to go home."

Her heart froze, she twitched the corners of her mouth and said with a smile, "Why, I just told Huiyu Palace Merchant to go back today."

"There is a prince at home, how could Cang Lan forget to come back?"

The two chatted well, and the atmosphere was harmonious, but it was only superficial.

"thump!"

There was a sound of falling water, and Feng Canglan followed the sound, only a layer of ripples appeared on the water surface.

Looking at the boat again, the person who sailed the boat has disappeared.

They were now in the middle of the river, surrounded by darkness.

It's like an insignificant speck of dust in the vast universe.

"My lord." Feng Canglan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he became alert.

Zong Zhengyu opened his eyes and was deeply depressed.

The surrounding area was eerily quiet, not a single insect or bird chirping at the end of summer.

A gust of night wind blows, the lotus leaves sway, and the surface of the water ripples.

"Stand behind me." Short and decisive.

Feng Canglan hurried over, terrified and full of panic.

But his eyes were really cold.

When the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is advisable to kill people.

"brush--"

When everything was quiet, there was a sound of breaking water.

Countless men in black rushed out of the water, they rose into the air, holding long swords.

The moonlight shines on the sword and shines brightly.

"My lord!" Feng Canglan shouted anxiously with a face full of fear.

Zong Zhengyu looked back and comforted, "Don't be afraid, just stand behind me."

"Alright..." Feng Canglan's voice trembled.

In mid-air, all the long swords of the men in black focused on one point.

Feng Canglan and Liu Yemei frowned slightly, all aimed at Zong Zhengyu.

It was not easy to attack in the imperial city, so Jiangnan started to attack.

Zong Zhengyu sat on the wheelchair, motionless as a mountain.

Facing the assassins attacking from all directions, his expression remained unchanged.

When the long sword stabbed at him, he lightly raised his hand, holding it between his fingertips to control it so that he could not move.

This is when other swords are stabbing one after another, Feng Canglan shouted urgently, "Be careful behind you!"

Zong Zhengyu twisted the fingers holding the sword, and the long sword broke inch by inch in his hand.

Tapping the surface of the water, countless drops of water rose into the air from the river.

He waved his hand, and the water droplets attacked the man in black.

A group of men in black who were murderous and painful just now, most of them have fallen down now.

Feng Canglan applauded, "My lord is amazing!"

Just as she was applauding, her Qiushui eyes narrowed sharply, and there were two silver needles between her fingers under the cuff.

Just as she was about to strike, Zong Zhengyu looked over fiercely, and she quickly put away the silver needle.

"what--"

Feng Canglan let out a scream and was strangled by the neck, crying out in fear, "My lord!"

"My lord, save me!"

"Save you?" The man in black's maniac voice sounded, "Will the regent save you?"

Feng Canglan ignored him, and with tears in his eyes, he asked Zong Zhengyu at the bow for help, "My lord, help me! Lan'er is afraid!"

"Let go of her, I'll give you a whole body."

"Let go?" The man in black held the long sword with the back of his hand and gently stroked Feng Canglan's cheek, "I can't bear to let go of such a beauty."

"You commit suicide, I'll think about letting go."

Thanks to him for thinking about this little thief.

Let Zong Zhengyu commit suicide to protect her?The brain may be sick.

I thought so in my heart, but there was still a glimmer of hope.

Everyone also has a fateful friendship, Zong Zhengyu should...

Just as he was thinking, Zong Zhengyu's voice was as cold as ice, "You can't escape if you kill her, and you can't escape if you don't kill her."

"..." Feng Canglan was full of expectations.

Zong Zhengyu, my second uncle!You are provoking the man in black to kill her!
"The regent is indeed the regent. He is ruthless, vicious, and vicious. He can abandon his own woman at any time."

Brother, since you know, you still arrest me.

Does she look that much like a soft persimmon?

The man in black rose into the air, with the long sword resting on Feng Canglan's neck, as long as Zong Zhengyu made a move, Feng Canglan would surely die.

Feng Canglan, who was in mid-air, had no waves in his heart, and even had some nostalgia for the past.

It didn't seem appropriate for An Jingjing to be taken away, thinking to herself, she immediately started acting.

"My lord—"

"My lord, save me!" She shouted hoarsely, her trembling voice was full of fear.

Zong Zhengyu tightened the armrests to stand up, and suddenly let go, watching Feng Canglan being taken away by the assassin.

"My lord—"

With a roar, Zong Zhengyu continued to backtrack in the air, and Zong Zhengyu's knuckles holding the armrest turned white.

A small boat is in the middle of the river, and I don't know when it will dock.

On the other side, Feng Canglan was thrown into the ruined temple by the man in black like a chicken.

Feng Canglan got up in pain from the fall, rubbed his elbow that hit the ground, his voice was trembling with extreme fear, "Hero, do you want money or something?"

"I want your life!"

The fear in her eyes dissipated, and a smile appeared, as gorgeous as a blooming tumi flower——

(End of this chapter)