The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 141 Lan'er, what did I do wrong?
What is Zong Zhengyu going to do?

Are you starting to act?
To be honest, she wasn't afraid of acting.

Zong Zhengyu said something specious, Feng Canglan Qiushui's eyes widened, ignorance flashed in the clear eyes.

"Lan'er, feed me." He said bluntly, Feng Canglan pressed Liu Yemei, took the chopsticks from Zong Zhengyu, "Okay."

She brought all the light dishes on the table to her, and fed some to Zong Zhengyu.

One person feeds the other, and the house is quiet.

Feng Canglan was so engrossed in feeding the meal that he didn't see Zong Zhengyu's pale face, his eyes were as black as lacquer.

"Lan'er, have I done anything wrong recently?"

A sudden, confusing sentence.

She stopped moving her hands, raised her eyebrows and looked, "What did you do wrong?"

"Otherwise, why is Lan'er so indifferent during this time?"

The two looked at each other, and a strange atmosphere rose in the room.

After a while, Feng Canglan came back to his senses, avoiding his eyes and eating, "How could the prince think so, Lan'er is not indifferent."

"You have." Zong Zhengyu stared at Feng Canglan who was bowing his head like a torch, "If I did something wrong, or made you angry, you can just say it."

Feng Canglan's autumn eyes are mysterious, what kind of play is Zong Zhengyu acting in?

In the past, he ignored it just to curry favor with Jiuxulongmei, but now he is a little bit colder and asks why.

Sure enough, it was done.

She raised her head and smiled, "My lord has thought about it, it's nothing."

"Maybe it's spring sleepiness and autumn fatigue, and I don't have much energy."

She quickly ended the subject.

Zong Zhengyu didn't mention it either, and the two finished their dinner in silence.

The guards came in to clean up the dishes, but Zong Zhengyu still had no intention of leaving. It seemed that he was planning to sleep here tonight.

It would not be appropriate to chase her away at this time, Feng Canglan simply ignored it, and lay down on the bed to sleep after washing.

Zong Zhengyu followed to the bed, saw Feng Canglan sleeping on his side and said in a low voice, "Tomorrow is the Qiqiao Festival, how about going out for a stroll together."

"You have been staying in the palace, don't get bored."

Feng Canglan under the quilt frowned slightly, she was going to find Zong Zhengjin tomorrow.

"No time, I have something to do tomorrow."

The refusal is decisive, and there is no room for turning around.

Zong Zhengyu silently looked at the figure with his back to him, the slender eyelashes of his lowered eyes cast a shadow on the lower eyelid.

The second day is the annual Qiqiao Festival

Feng Canglan made up his mind to go to Zong Zhengjin to spend the Qixi Festival, and let Huiyu dress herself up after getting up.

Zong Zhengyu was sitting at the table reading the newspaper, with Feng Canglan's chattering voice next to his ears, "Is this cyan hair accessory too simple and elegant?"

"Is this ruby ​​one too showy?"

"These earrings are gaudy, won't they look like a walking Christmas tree?"

"Should I wear blue or purple clothes?"

Feng Canglan rarely had such a time, not only aroused Huiyu's curiosity, but also Zong Zhengyu's deep gaze.

"Miss's birth is all over the country, she looks good no matter what she wears."

Feng Canglan propped his chin with both hands, looked at himself in the bronze mirror and let out a helpless sigh.

No matter how good-looking women's clothes are, they still have to change into men's clothes when they go out later.

Before reconciling with Zong Zhengyu, Zong Zhengjin didn't have the blessing to see her own women's clothing.

In the end, Feng Canglan chose a lavender dress, and her whole person was light and simple, without any fancy hair accessories.

After packing up, Feng Canglan was ready to go out.

Seeing that Zong Zhengyu was still sitting at the table, she waved her hand, "My lord, I'm leaving first."

After speaking, she stepped on brisk steps and left humming a cheerful tone.

Zong Zhengyu folded today's newspaper and put it on the table, looking at Feng Canglan's back, Gujing's calm phoenix eyes were rippling with waves.

On the day of the Qiqiao Festival, the boudoir ladies who can't go out all year round can also go out for a stroll, and the streets are full of people coming and going.

Feng Canglan turned to the alley and took off the lavender dress on the outside, revealing the white blue robe inside.

As soon as the bun is removed, a hair crown is put on.

Waving a folding fan in his hand, anyone who saw it would have to praise Mr. Pian Pianjia.

Walking out of the alley, Feng Canglan went straight to Prince Jin's mansion.

Now the Prince Jin's Mansion is not as desolate as it used to be, and there are guards at the gate.

It is obvious that the efforts of the past half month have paid off.

She looked around and was about to walk in through the back door, when she heard a clear and windy voice from the palace, "Your Majesty Li is here."

"Where is it, it should be troublesome King Jin."

"Today's Qiqiao Festival, King Jin has been delayed from getting along with the woman he likes." Master Li smiled and apologized.

Zong Zhengjin laughed lightly, "Lord Li, don't be joking, my king doesn't have a woman he likes."

When Master Li heard this, his cloudy eyes lit up instantly, "Then, does His Royal Highness King Jin have any arrangements today, if not let the old minister's young daughter take the prince for a stroll?"

"cough!"

Feng Canglan took a step forward and coughed lightly, which was just right for Zong Zhengjin to find himself.

Hearing the reputation, he looked up, and when he saw Feng Canglan, his eyebrows and eyes instantly turned into tenderness.

Looking back, he said, "Don't bother Mr. Li, this king suddenly remembered that he has some business to deal with today."

"That's it." Master Li was full of pity, exchanged greetings with King Jin, and left in a strong carriage.

Hey!While she's not poaching the wall!
Feng Canglan cast a vicious glance at the leaving carriage, and was suddenly pulled back by Zong Zhengjin, "Follow me into the mansion."

Under Zong Zhengjin's leadership, Feng Canglan arrived at a room.

The two went in, Zong Zhengjin turned around and closed the door, and hugged Feng Canglan into his arms, "Why did it take me so long to find me?"

"I shouldn't have come to see you."

"Did it delay your meeting with Ms. Li, Ms. Wang, Ms. Zhang?" Feng Canglan pushed Zong Zhengjin away, crossing his arms around his chest.

Zong Zhengjin was stunned for a moment, then chuckled suddenly, and gently scratched Feng Canglan's delicate nose with his fingers, "How can there be Miss Li and Miss Zhang? Brother Yun wasn't the only one from the beginning to the end."

"Tsk." Feng Canglan glanced at him, "Today's Qiqiao Festival, I came here specifically to find you, and I saw this scene."

"If I come later, will you agree?"

"No." Zong Zhengjin answered decisively, Feng Canglan curled his lips in satisfaction, "I'm sorry you don't dare."

Suddenly, she changed from the style of a tsundere little boy, and took Zong Zhengjin's arm, "Today is the Qiqiao Festival, where shall we go to play?"

"Go swimming in the lake?"

"Guess the painting style?"

"Still going to the sideshow?"

"You can go wherever you want, I will accompany you." There was unconditional doting in his clear voice, Feng Canglan's brows and eyes melted into a smile, "Then I want to play everything again."

"Okay, let's play it all."

Zong Zhengjin's picturesque peach blossom eyes lost the timidity and cowardice of the past, and the flashing self-confidence made the whole person much clearer and gentler.

Like the bright moon in the sky, there is such a feeling that it is beyond reach.

"I love you." Feng Canglan clung to Zong Zhengjin's shoulder, stepped on his feet and kissed him...

(End of this chapter)