The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 126 Hurry up and hide!

The masculine breath coming towards her made Feng Canglan almost collapse.

The nails embedded in her arms were deeper, maintaining the last trace of sanity.

Looking up along the boots, two silver needles quietly slipped out between the fingers.

She tightened her hand holding the silver needle, ready to go, just waiting to be killed by one blow.

"Aunt Seventh Emperor."

Just when Feng Canglan was about to launch an attack, there was a sound, and the silver needle between her fingers slid into her cuff.

"Have you seen An Ning?"

She looked up suddenly, and what caught her eyes was Zong Zhengjin's anxious eyes.

The moment Feng Canglan met his gaze, the last sliver of rationality in Feng Canglan's heart disappeared, and he was completely defeated.

She stood up "squeaky" and threw herself into Zong Zhengjin's arms, her misty eyes filled with fascination.

Zong Zhengjin took two steps back after being bumped, and was about to distance himself, with his hands clasped tightly around his waist.

"Aunt Seventh Emperor! Let go!"

"Aunt Seventh Emperor, what are you doing, let go!"

Zong Zhengjin forcibly broke Feng Canglan's hand and pushed it away, the maddening masculinity weakened, Feng Canglan regained a trace of reason, pulled out his hairpin and inserted it into his arm.

"hiss……"

Excessive force caused blood to flow, and Feng Canglan became much more awake in the severe pain.

"you go!"

"You hurry up!"

Feng Canglan urged in a low voice, and from the moment she found out it was Zong Zhengjin, a bad premonition rose in her heart.

Zong Zhengjin must leave immediately.

With her current appearance, if someone finds out that she is alone in the room with Zong Zhengjin, she will really be confused!
who is it!A chain meter design is really wonderful!

"crunch-"

As soon as Feng Canglan finished urging, his thoughts were confirmed.

The palace door was pushed open again, Feng Canglan's heart sank rapidly.

Painter!Zong Zhengjin!

The person who designed all of this wanted her to be ruined and never stand up again!
I thought the artist was just lustful, but I didn't expect it was just a move!

The sound of the wheels getting closer and closer, Feng Canglan's whole heart sank into ice.

It's Zong Zhengyu!

All this was designed for Zong Zhengyu to witness!
"you!"

"Hurry up and hide, hide!" Feng Canglan hurriedly urged, but Zong Zhengjin stood there in a daze and did not move.

"Hide quickly!" She turned around and urged in a low voice.

"Hiding?" The magnetic voice was mixed with the coldness that could freeze people to death, "What is hiding."

Feng Canglan froze in place, as if petrified.

There was a turbulent wave in my heart, and I slowly turned my head to look behind.

Zong Zhengjin who was standing beside him just now had disappeared, Feng Canglan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The observant Zongzheng Yufeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the whole person was filled with a cold air.

"No..." The effect of the medicine gradually faded, and it was not that strong. Coupled with extreme nervousness and fear, Feng Canglan was able to suppress the desire in his heart.

Zong Zhengyu glanced coldly, turned the wheelchair and approached the carved wardrobe behind.

Sweeping a corner of the clothes leaking out of the closet, Feng Canglan's whole heart rose to her throat.

Sitting on Zong Zhengyu's lap with a spin, the lotus root hooked his neck and kissed him.

Impatient, flustered, disorganized.

Sensing Zong Zhengyu's gaze sideways to the closet, Feng Canglan held his chiseled chin with both hands hooked around his neck.

The kiss was serious and deep.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were dark, and the turbulent waves in his eyes were extremely muddy.

The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on the young man in his arms who was struggling to kiss. He wrapped his long arms around his waist, changing from passive to active.

Domineering, arrogant and even a little bit angry, Feng Canglan was completely overwhelmed when they came together, and could only follow Zong Zhengyu's footsteps.

"Hum~" a soft hum sounded.

Feng Canglan's mouth was bitten open, and a bloody smell permeated the mouths of the two of them.

"Husband... Husband." Seeing that the momentum was almost the same, Feng Canglan spoke intermittently.

But Zong Zhengyu didn't stop there, he hugged Feng Canglan and changed his posture, his dark and cloudy eyes were full of paranoid madness and harmful possessiveness.

"Husband... Husband, I can't do it anymore."

Really unable to hold back, Feng Canglan Rouyi pushed Zong Zhengyu away and was forced to stop.

Staring at Feng Canglan's red and swollen lips, Zong Zhengyu's eyes flashed a trace of blood.

"Husband, if you come later, Lan'er will be framed by that insidious person."

Feng Canglan's head was resting in Feng Canglan's arms, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were disheveled, her lips were red and swollen, she looked like she had just been pampered.

The reddened autumn water eyes contained a dense air, the corners of the eyes were moist, and they looked pitiful and lovable.

"The painter brought Lan'er here to paint in name."

"Actually, he planned to get involved with Lan'er. He grabbed my ankle just now when I sat down. He also threatened that if I called out to others, I would be spurned and beaten by everyone."

As he spoke, a tear rolled down his eyes, and the fairy's tears made people feel distressed.

"If Lan'er hadn't been smart and quick to react just now, she would have been..." Halfway through speaking, she began to cry.

While sobbing, he waited for Zong Zhengyu's reply.

See what his attitude is now.

Anyway, now she is acting first, and must not let Zong Zhengyu pay attention to the cabinet behind, otherwise it will be even more unclear.

Nine Beard Dragon Eyebrow seemed to be given to her, but she was still in the Prince Regent's Mansion.

As long as you don't leave the palace, you are not safe.

"Husband..." She pinched the orchid and wiped her tears, like a little white flower who had been wronged.

Zong Zhengyu listened to a long paragraph but did not express his opinion, Feng Canglan was very disturbed.

"Really?"

"Really, if Lan'er deceives her husband, there will be a thunderbolt from the sky."

Zong Zhengyu let go of Feng Canglan's waist, and she stood up, thinking that Zong Zhengyu was going to deal with the painter.

As a result, Zong Zhengyu suddenly raised his hand when he got up.

The cabinet not far away exploded to pieces.

Feng Canglan was like a sculpture, she didn't dare to look back, let alone Zong Zhengyu's expression.

Tightly grasping Qun Fen's hand, she turned her head mechanically.

Move inch by inch.

Seeing that the ground was full of broken wood and the surrounding area was empty, she relaxed her brows and eyes.

The heart that was stuck in his throat was gradually let go.

Zong Zhengyu really became suspicious, he was observant and thoughtful.

"The husband is him." Feng Canglan pointed her slender finger straight at the painter, "He also added an aphrodisiac to the ink that evaporates with water, and Lan'er was almost destroyed in his hands."

She cried louder and louder.

The painter who was tied up by five flowers woke up leisurely, and before he saw anyone, he uttered obscene words, "My lord, let's play something exciting, how about something more exciting now!"

"How can a crippled regent be able to satisfy the concubine, let me serve her..."

Zong Zhengyu heard more and more hostility in his body, and finally slapped the painter when he said the second sentence.

Sitting down, the wooden chair was torn apart, and the painter fell to the ground immediately, looking over with a stern face.

Facing Zong Zhengyu's gloomy gaze, his complexion changed suddenly, and he stuttered, "King...the Regent..."

(End of this chapter)