The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 122 Sister, Uncle Seventh Emperor is so fierce

"Yes, it is rumored that Mr. Xiang can make paintings very similar, but I didn't expect it to be so."

Zong Zhengjin seemed to like paintings very much, he was all over the paintings, and it took him a long time to notice that Feng Canglan was next to him.

He hurriedly saluted, "Aunt Seventh Emperor." Then he looked past Feng Canglan to Zong Zhengyu behind him, "Uncle Seventh Emperor."

"You said the artist of this painting is Mr. Xiang?" Feng Canglan questioned, Zong Zhengjin looked over, "Exactly."

"In the entire Shangluo continent, only Mr. Xiang can draw such realistic paintings."

No... Mr. Xiang?

When did it happen?
"This Mr. Xiang joined Fang Tian's painting studio, and he entered the palace to paint for us today." Zong Zhengjin said, and Feng Canglan raised his head to look at the painter who was talking to the concubines.

Her vermilion lips curled into an arc, which was a bit interesting.

All the people who entered the painting came together, ready to start painting.

The emperor said that he wanted a picture of his family, and the invited concubines and princes all went over to pose.

Zong Zhengyu stayed where he was, while Feng Canglan studied the painting carefully.

I don't know if I don't look at it, but after a closer look, I found that the brushstrokes of this painting are somewhat similar to the painting of Jiangshan Wanli auctioned in Jianbao Pavilion.

It's fine to imitate the style of painting, isn't it afraid of overturning the car if you just fake it?

Feng Canglan looked at it seriously, was hit on the back, turned around to look, and saw a little girl up to her thigh, very cute in pink and jade.

The bright deer eyes flashed with panic and panic, like a frightened deer.

"sorry Sorry."

Feng Canglan squatted down, looked at the anxious little girl who was about to cry, "It's okay."

The little girl stared at Feng Canglan with ruddy eyes, dumbfounded.

With such a cute expression in Feng Canglan's heart, she reached out and touched the little girl's head, "Be careful in the future, if you bump it, it will hurt very much."

"Understood, beautiful sister." The little girl's soft voice sounded, and Feng Canglan's affection was beyond words.

"Why is my little sister running rampant in the palace?" She looked carefully at the little girl's clothes, she didn't look like a palace maid, could it be the daughter of a minister?

"Father hired a painter to help with the painting, An Ning went to bed late."

Father?peaceful?
It's a little princess.

"Father will definitely punish An Ning." As she spoke, An Ning rubbed her little hands restlessly with a nervous expression on her face.

Feng Canglan touched her pink and tender face, and comforted, "It's okay, father and the others have already been included in the painting, and we can just draw a separate picture later."

"An Ning is so cute, Father is reluctant to punish An Ning."

When An Ning heard this, Xiao Lu's eyes lit up, "Is what pretty sister said true?"

"Of course it's true. Beautiful sisters never lie."

"Hey." An Ning reached out to hold Feng Canglan with her fleshy little hands, as if her shy face was stained with a light pink.

Feng Canglan only felt that she was extremely cute, so she couldn't help kissing An Ning's face.

An Ning's face turned red like a little apple, "Beautiful sister, why are you kissing me?"

"Because An Ning is so cute, I couldn't hold back."

An Ning's chubby face turned even redder, she withdrew Feng Canglan's hand, and covered her cheeks with both hands.

"My sister is also very beautiful, can An Ning kiss my sister?"

"Yes." Feng Canglan's brows and eyes were tender, and he moved his cheeks closer, An Ning leaned over and muttered, happy and shy.

The two talked and laughed, and the cheerful laughter spread.

Zong Zhengyu sat in the back, his phoenix eyes were clouded.

Feeling a gust of wind blowing from behind, Feng Canglan looked sideways and saw Zong Zhengyu sitting there alone.

She hugged An Ning and went over, "Husband, look at Princess An Ning is so cute."

An Ning stared at Zong Zhengyu, scared and immediately shrank in Feng Canglan's arms, with her short arms wrapped around Feng Canglan's neck, looking terrified.

Sensing An Ning's discomfort, Feng Canglan hurriedly patted his back and coaxed, "Don't be afraid of An Ning, this is your Seventh Emperor Uncle."

She spoke in a soft tone, her whole body exuded the radiance of kindness, and she didn't notice the chill lingering around Zong Zhengyu at all.

Or maybe, no time to take care of it.

"Uncle Seventh Emperor?" An Ning poked his head out quietly and called softly.

Zong Zhengyu raised his brows and cast a cold gaze, scaring An Ning back again, and buried his head in Feng Canglan's chest.

"Sister, the Seventh Emperor Uncle is so fierce." An Ning's voice was crying, Feng Canglan hurriedly patted his back and coaxed, "Okay, let's not play with Uncle Fierce."

Feng Canglan hugged An Ning and walked around, An Ning suddenly waved her little hand, "Brother Jin."

Feng Canglan looked back and saw an anxious figure running over, "An Ning, why did you come here alone? Didn't you say that my brother came to look for you?"

He looked up and realized that it was Feng Canglan who was holding An Ning, and bowed to salute, "Aunt Seventh Emperor."

"Aunt Seventh Emperor?" An Ning looked sideways, her big round eyes full of shock.

"Huh? Why doesn't it look like it?"

"Aunt Seventh Emperor is Uncle Seventh Emperor's wife?" An Ning scratched her temple, "That Uncle Seventh Emperor is so fierce, sister, don't be his wife."

"An Ning!" Zong Zhengjin yelled and interrupted, and hugged An Ning from Feng Canglan's hands, "This is Aunt Seventh Emperor, don't bark."

He raised his head and apologized, "An Ning is ignorant, so it's no wonder she still looks at Aunt Seventh Emperor."

"It's okay." Zong Zhengyu's stern face is just fierce.

Children can be scared to cry.

"Then Xiaojin and An Ning will leave first." Zong Zhengjin hugged An Ning and left.

Feng Canglan looked at the back of the two leaving with a flash of surprise, this Zong Zhengjin seemed to be different from the past.

I saluted Zong Zhengyu just now, and the timidity of the past was no longer in his eyes.

However, no matter how good it is, it has nothing to do with her.

Feng Canglan turned around with a faint smile, walked up to Zong Zhengyu and joked, "You scared Xiao An Ning so much that she almost cried."

To be honest, only her psychological quality is good enough to bear it.

Ordinary people have long been driven crazy by Zong Zhengyu's unpredictable temperament.

Zong Zhengyu raised his head calmly, the eyes of the two intertwined, and the surroundings seemed to be quiet.

"Don't you like children?"

Feng Canglan, who questioned Killing suddenly, was caught off guard.

She was stunned on the spot, and instantly thought of the previous excuse of not wanting children, and hurriedly said, "It's not that I don't like children, it's that I don't like children between us."

Zongzheng Yu's pupils were dark, and his eyes were gloomy and cold for a moment.

"Hey, it's our turn." She quickly changed the subject.

Pushing Zong Zhengyu over, he stood behind the wheelchair and smiled faintly.

But the painter said, "Wangfei will paint later, now let's draw the picture of the prince alone."

Feng Canglan pursed her lips and walked away with a smile, her eyes fell on the painter's painting scroll.

On the contrary, the imitation has such a taste.

Autumn is high and crisp, and occasionally a fallen leaf floats down, thick and desolate.

Seeing the fallen leaves floating in the air with nowhere to rely on, she stretched out her hand to catch them.

Zong Zhengyu, who was in the painting, saw this scene, and his heart seemed to be pinched...

(End of this chapter)