The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 144 Who dares to marry this king's woman in this world?

"My lord, you..." Just as she said a few words, her jaw felt a pain.

Zong Zhengyu pinched his small chin, his phoenix eyes were dark, and his thin lips raised a sinister smile, "You have a few words of truth in your mouth."

"Wang... lord..." She softened her voice, her magnified Qiushui eyes were full of fear and terror, "Lan'er can't understand what you are talking about."

"Don't understand?" Zong Zhengyu squeezed Feng Canglan's chin and lifted it up, the two looked at each other, Feng Canglan moved his eyes to avoid it.

"My lord, you're hurting Lan'er." Her soft voice was full of tears, and anyone who heard it felt pity.

But this person is Zong Zhengyu, and he doesn't.

Not only did he not let go, but the hand holding his chin became even tighter, "It hurts? Do you still know it hurts?"

"This king allows you to come and go freely, let you not be restrained, and take you to meet the eldest princess!"

"You actually gave me a cuckold! Get mixed up with Zong Zhengjin!"

"Don't you exist as the king?"

Feng Canglan's pupils shrank sharply, and even though she was shocked, she still didn't forget to argue, "My lord, what nonsense are you talking about, I didn't..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was blocked.

Zong Zhengyu controlled Feng Canglan's jaw with one hand, and wrapped her arms around her waist with the other, making her nowhere to hide.

"Hmm..." Feng Canglan pushed Zong Zhengyu away with both hands, the disparity in strength was useless.

Zong Zhengyu kisses domineering and powerful, and his deep black phoenix eyes are filled with possessiveness and madness.

He hugged Feng Canglan and pushed him onto the bed.

Feng Canglan fell heavily, and when he was about to sit up, Zong Zhengyu held his hands down, "This king has given you enough freedom."

"Is this how you treat the king?"

"Zong Zhengyu, you're crazy!" Looking at Zong Zhengyu who was close at hand, Feng Canglan's heart sank, frightened by the madness in his eyes.

"It's crazy! I was driven crazy by you!"

He lowered his head and kissed Feng Canglan's neck frantically, and finally stopped at the collarbone and bit hard.

Feng Canglan kicked hard, broke free from the shackles and raised his hand to give him a slap, "Slap!"

The sound of loud slaps spread, and the dark guards outside the courtyard all evacuated, fearing they would be implicated.

Zong Zhengyu let go of his hands and stood up, his face full of slap marks was full of hostility.

Feng Canglan sat up, touched his collarbone that was bleeding from the bite, and took a cold breath from the pain.

Cursed loudly, "Crazy!"

"Feng Canglan! What is this king sorry for you? What is not good about the Prince Regent's Palace?"

"You still want to mess with Zong Zhengjin?"

"I don't." She stood up straight, and Zong Zhengyu faced each other, completely tearing off the disguise, and neither of them bowed their heads.

"Feng Canglan." Zong Zhengyu gritted his teeth and pressed the corners of her lips with his thumb, "There is no truth in your mouth."

"Perhaps, this king should call you Ghost, Hand, and Immortal Doctor."

Feng Canglan's calm pupils suddenly shrank, "You..."

Just as she was about to ask how you knew, she sneered and sat on the bed with her hands folded across her chest, her legs crossed, "I lied to you? Everyone is mutual."

"Your good legs are really fast."

"Regent!"

The two faced each other tit-for-tat and refused to let anyone else.

Zong Zhengyu suddenly grinned, "The Immortal Ghost Hand Doctor knew that this king has no leg problems."

"Yes, but I don't care about anything."

"Now that you know, let's talk about it."

"You give Jiuzulongmei, and I will detoxify you."

"Once the poison is detoxified, everyone will get money and goods, and they have nothing to do with each other."

"You give me a letter of divorce, you walk on your Yangguan road, and I walk on my single-plank bridge."

As soon as Feng Canglan finished speaking, the temperature inside the house plummeted, and the wind was icy cold, as if he was in the harsh winter.

Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes were dark, and he grinned coldly.

"Both money and goods? Are they irrelevant?"

"Want to divorce? Dream!"

"You were born as a member of the Prince Regent's Mansion! You will die as a ghost of the Prince Regent's Mansion! Never get a divorce letter!"

Feng Canglan's swaying Erlang stopped, and sneered, "Is the regent trying to break his word?"

"This king doesn't keep his word?"

"Did you forget that at that time, the king asked you to stay in the regent's mansion forever."

"……"forgotten.

She clearly remembered that it was for Zong Zhengyu's detoxification and Jiuxulongmei's reward.

"Then void now!"

"I'll detoxify you, and you give Jiuzulongmei!" Feng Canglan changed his tune, "It's absolutely impossible to stay in the Prince Regent's Mansion!"

Stay in this square inch in the future?
dream!No way!
"No, yes, yes." Zong Zhengyu paused every word, squeezing it out from between his teeth.

"What's wrong with this king? You just want to leave so much?"

"Whatever you want, this king can give you!"

Feng Canglan glanced coldly, "You are not good at all, you are cruel, vicious, vicious, unpredictable, gloomy and paranoid."

"It's impossible for me to imprison myself here just because of a nine-bearded dragon eyebrow. I'm still a little girl, and I'm going to find my little husband in the future."

"Looking for a husband? What do you mean by being my king!?"

Feng Canglan looked at it for a moment, propped his chin with one hand, "Of course it's an employment relationship."

She hadn't planned to stay in the Prince Regent's Palace from the very beginning.

The hypocrisy and arrogance during this period of time were only for the sake of the Nine Beard Dragon Eyebrow.

After speaking, the cold wind howled in the room, and the veins on Zong Zhengyu's forehead burst out.

The raised palm print on his face, coupled with his sternness all over his body, gave off a chill.

His deep black Ruifeng eyes shot out a bunch of cold gazes, and they shot directly at Feng Canglan.

Feng Canglan pursed her lips and raised her head, with her arms folded around her chest in a haughty manner.

It's better to have a fight, she's pretended enough, and she doesn't want to try to curry favor with others.

It is not an exaggeration to say that even if Zong Zhengyu knew about it, so what?

He did have the ability to kill her now, but once she died, the poison in his body would be unsolvable.

"Employment relationship?" Zong Zhengyu gritted his teeth and pressed forward step by step.

Feng Canglan didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all, and said lightly, "You pay, and I will treat the illness."

"Heavenly..."

Before the last word was uttered, Feng Canglan was pinned down on the bed by Zong Zhengyu again.

His eyes were scarlet, and the gloom in his eyes was crazily and nakedly exposed, without any effort to conceal it.

He clasped Feng Canglan's hands above his head, controlled her restless legs with his knees, and said through gritted teeth, "Feng Canglan! You were the one who carried a sedan chair and married into the palace!"

Feng Canglan's round pupils glared angrily, "It's not like those who marry into the house can't leave."

As soon as the words fell, Zong Zhengyu broke out in gloom.

Looking at Feng Canglan's gloomy and frightening eyes, the sinister smile on his thin lips made his scalp tingle even more, "Do you still want to leave?"

"Restless!"

Zong Zhengyu patted Feng Canglan's buttocks with one hand, and pinched her chin instead, "Who dares to marry this king's woman in this world?"

"Zong Zhengyu!" Feng Canglan blushed angrily after being spanked, "Let me go!"

"Let go?" He suddenly made a ghostly smile, and rubbed his cheeks with fine-boned fingers, his movements were gentle, "Today is a good day, and the house should be consummated."

(End of this chapter)