The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 140 Regent, you don't intend to rule?

"I don't know." Feng Canglan replied lazily, then turned and sat on the wooden chair.

Linzhu Sanren had a clear look, and then walked over with a treacherous expression on his face, "Junior Sister, my two disciples speak rudely, don't be as knowledgeable as them."

"When I have time, I will teach them a good lesson."

"You are a master, don't care about the junior." He squeezed Feng Canglan's shoulders flatteringly.

A gray-haired old man courting a young woman, not to mention how weird the picture is.

"Why don't you argue with them?"

"It's also my first time as an uncle, why should I let them."

"Although I am older, I am still younger than them. I am still a child."

"Children are the ones who hold grudges the most." She tilted her head with a bright smile.

Linzhu Sanren only felt that his heart was trembling, how could these two little bastards have offended such a big devil.

"Okay, don't let them."

"It's fine to leave this kind of trivial matter to the younger brother, and the younger brother will teach them for you."

"Okay." Feng Canglan opened Linzhu Sanren's hand, "You press it for me, it feels like bullying the old, weak, sick and disabled."

"Pooh!"

Linzhu Sanren blew his beard and stared, "I'm in good health, my body is very good, I'm not old, weak, sick or disabled."

"It's just an old, weak, sick and disabled person who refuses to accept his old age."

Even though she is old, she still talks and acts like a child, shameless!

"Prince Regent, don't you plan to treat him?" Linzhu Sanren said back to the topic, Feng Canglan put away the smile on his face, "If he doesn't treat him, he would have been unconscious for a long time."

"come here."

Linzhu Sanren listened to Feng Canglan's words and frowned before nodding, "Okay."

"What kind of blessings did the Regent get in his previous life to marry you?"

"One thing to say, I don't think the regent is good enough for you."

"Who are you? There is no one in Shangluo mainland who is worthy of the famous ghost doctor."

"I said, why did you suddenly disappear? It turns out that you retired and got married."

"No." Feng Canglan responded decisively, Linzhu Sanren was slightly stunned and didn't understand.

Feng Canglan took a look, "You still don't understand me?"

"Do you think I might get married and retire?"

Linzhu Sanren stroked his beard, "Impossible."

"Okay, just do what you said just now and go out." The two went out one after the other.

Seeing them coming out, Xin'er and Wen Fengjun called out respectfully, "Master."

Zong Zhengyu opened the corners of his eyes, and his black pupils seemed to be thick ink that could not be melted.

Linzhu Sanren came to the center, glanced at Zong Zhengyu and said solemnly, "The poison in your body is also fine."

"It can be cured, but it will take a while."

"For the sake of my apprentice, I will make an exception once."

When Wen Fengjun heard this, his face showed joy, "Thank you, Master!"

"However, this is only because of Tuer's personal reasons, and has nothing to do with Butterfly Valley."

Linzhu Sanren made it very clear that the detoxification was due to Wen Fengjun.

Butterfly Valley still maintains its neutrality, which does not mean that it will stand with the Regent after being cured of the poison.

"This king understands."

After the matter was finalized, the Linzhu Sanren began to treat Zong Zhengyu, and Feng Canglan didn't stay any longer and went straight back to a drop in the ocean.

"Miss, if this goes on, we will be able to leave the palace soon." Hui Yu said with a smile on his face.

Feng Canglan paused slightly when he heard that he was pouring tea in his hand when he left the palace, and returned to normal in a moment, "Yes."

Once the poison in Zong Zhengyu's body is removed, the money and goods are paid off.

Then she could leave the Prince Regent's Mansion and go to find Zong Zhengjin.

Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth twitched, evoking a bright smile.

What Zong Zhengjin did during this period was to work hard for their future lives.

Her eyes sank slightly on the bracelet on her wrist, and her slender fingers rubbed gently.

That night
Feng Canglan sat on a peach wood table carved with peonies and ate, poking a small bowl with his chopsticks, his mind wandering, his mind wandering.

Hui Yu was standing beside her serving vegetables, and seeing Feng Canglan absent-minded, she whispered, "What's Miss thinking?"

"It's nothing." Feng Canglan changed his posture, but his interest was still low.

Hui Yu said while laying out the vegetables, "Tomorrow is the Qiqiao Festival. Miss, do you want to go out?"

"If you want, Huiyu will make arrangements in advance."

"Qiqiao Festival?" Feng Canglan put down his chopsticks and cast his gaze, "What day is today?"

"Today is the sixth day of July, and tomorrow is the seventh day of July." Hui Yu replied.

The seventh day of July?

Isn't that the Qixi Festival?
I haven't seen Zong Zhengjin for a while, and tomorrow is just right.

"I see." Having made a decision, Feng Canglan picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat, but was pushed open just as he picked up the door.

A faint smell of herbs blows into the house with the night wind and spreads to every corner.

Feng Canglan put down his chopsticks and saw that the visitor's eyes flickered, before he got up to greet him, he called out, "My lord."

The indifferent attitude is completely different from the old flattery.

Seeing this, Hui Yu retreated quietly, leaving only two people in the room.

"Cough cough." Zong Zhengyu's complexion was pale, his lips and cheeks were the same color, and he looked weak and weak.

The pale complexion added two points of morbidity to the sharp and aggressive handsome.

It's a little less sharp, and two more sickly.

Hearing the sound of coughing, Feng Canglan raised his eyebrows and glanced, "The night wind is cold, what's the matter with the prince coming late at night?"

"Cough." He covered his face and coughed lightly, not seeing the coldness of the past, and the gloom on his body seemed to be a little less.

Zong Zhengyu kept coughing, Feng Canglan got up and walked over, "Didn't Linzhu Sanren tell you not to blow the air?"

Just soaked in the medicated bath, the most taboo is blowing.

At this time, the pores are open, and the wind is the most likely to catch cold, which may make things worse.

"I said, cough." His voice was weak, and he sounded a little breathless, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I came here tonight after thinking about it."

"Oh." She responded coldly, took the cloak from the screen and put it on Zong Zhengyu's shoulders, and asked casually, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Zong Zhengyu's eyes fell on the table and he shook his head weakly, "Cough, not yet."

Originally, it was just a polite question, but Zong Zhengyu never expected Zong Zhengyu to say no.

Feng Canglan was stunned for Ban Shun, and said to the outside, "Huiyu, add a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Hearing the sound outside the house, Hui Yu quickly let go of the bowl and chopsticks, and then exited the room.

Before Feng Canglan sat down and continued to eat, Zong Zhengyu turned the wheelchair and came to her side, his hands holding the chopsticks were a little unsteady.

At the side, Feng Canglan buried her head in the whole process and didn't notice it at all.

There was no sound from the side, Feng Canglan looked up and saw Zong Zhengyu trembling with his hands holding the chopsticks.

Thinking of the medicinal herbs I doubled, I instantly understood.

Soaking in the medicated bath is also extremely exhausting mentally and physically, and with the bone scraping pain in the middle, it is no wonder that it is like this.

"Lan'er, I can't hold it steady." After struggling with the chopsticks, Zong Zhengyu looked at Feng Canglan, the pitiful feeling in his tone was particularly obvious.

Feng Canglan's heart skipped a beat...

(End of this chapter)