The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 146 Why Don't You Like This King?

Feng Canglan was distracted, feeling the gazes cast from all directions instantly returning to his senses.

Opening the eyelids, everyone looked at her with different eyes.

? ?
What's the matter with her?It was Zong Zhengyu who wanted to sleep with her.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence around me.

Linzhu Sanren hurriedly changed his tune, "It's not impossible, just be careful, don't play so hard... so exciting."

Everyone's eyes darkened a bit, Feng Canglan's head was befuddled, and his face was bewildered.

What are you looking at her for?She is still a big girl with yellow flowers.

"Cough..." Feeling that he said something wrong, Linzhu Sanren wanted to get back.

Wen Fengjun next to him had a gloomy face, looking at Feng Canglan with resentment in his eyes, "Feng Canglan!"

"You don't know what's going on with Fufeng's body! You actually did something to hurt him just to invite pets!"

"His body, how can it withstand your tossing!"

"..." No, hey!
Brother, you have to figure it out, anyone with eyes can see that it is her who is worse, okay?
Moreover, Zong Zhengyu made the first move.

"You only care about your own happiness and disregard Fufeng's safety, do you want to kill Fufeng!"

Wen Fengjun did not hide his dissatisfaction and dislike at all, and his words were full of malice towards Feng Canglan.

"It's not my business?"

"I didn't do it, don't spit blood!"

"Besides, he's not the only one like this, I'm not the same!" Feng Canglan deliberately raised his neck, exposing the ambiguous red marks and tooth marks on his neck for everyone to see clearly.

"Shameless!" Wen Fengjun took a sharp bite and looked away.

The Linzhu Sanren raised his hand and slapped him, "Why do you meddle in the affairs of the husband and wife?"

After teaching his disciples a lesson, Linzhu Sanren had a comforting smile on his wrinkled face, "Princess, don't talk to this bastard, he just likes to meddle in other people's business."

"The prince's health is fine, just be careful not to overwork yourself."

I don't know if Feng Canglan heard it wrong, but she always felt that the word "tired" of Linzhu Sanren had a deep meaning.

"Okay, it's getting late, we won't bother the prince and princess."

After speaking, he dragged Wen Fengjun and walked out, not giving him a chance to be a demon again.

Wen Fengjun who was pulled out of the hospital was full of doubts, when did his master show such respect to the prince.

Before, I didn't take reason at all.

"What are you looking at! Little bastard, don't meddle in other people's family affairs."

"Don't bother me, master."

"Master, don't you want to deal with the blood on your arm?"

"None of your business." Linzhu Sanren slapped him on the back of the head, "Don't meddle in the love between husband and wife."

"Also." Linzhu Sanren became serious in an instant, "Stop talking about the matter of the regent king and the regent princess."

"Master Suan, I beg you, please don't mess with me." You provoked Feng Canglan, but in the end he was the one to apologize.

"Calm down!"

The master and the apprentice gradually drifted away, Wen Fengjun was full of doubts, and he didn't listen to a word of Linzhu Sanren.

inside the house
Feng Canglan was still standing there, frowning at the bleeding arm, these two people are too unprofessional, didn't you see the bleeding?Don't bandage it either.

Thinking of Zong Zhengyu's actions just now, she was in no mood to bandage her up.

But thinking of the nine-bearded dragon eyebrow who hadn't been brought out of the palace yet, Feng Canglan decided to show kindness once.

Wandering around the courtyard, I found the golden sore medicine and walked to Zong Zhengyu, "May I bandage it for you?"

With an inquiring tone, she drew Zong Zhengyu's eyes, and looked at each other for a moment, and Feng Canglan regarded it as acquiescence if the other party did not reject Feng Canglan.

She pulled down the skirt to reveal her broad shoulders and arms, wiped the blood with a handkerchief, applied medicine, and finally wrapped it with a bandage.

"Why don't you like me?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, and Feng Canglan's bow-knotted hands stopped.

If you don't like it, you don't like it, what else can you do?
"My ideal type is not like a prince." Feng Canglan answered casually, tied the bow and pulled up the skirt.

"Ideal type?" He lowered his head and pondered, as if talking to himself or talking to Feng Canglan, "What is that?"

"That is, what I expect my partner to look like."

"My ideal type is the one who is humble and elegant, gentle as jade, gentle and elegant."

"The prince is also very good, but unfortunately he is not the tired type I like."

Feng Canglan said truthfully, since some things have been exposed, it is better to explain clearly.

"My lord, you are very good, and you will meet a girl who suits you." So after the detoxification is over, you can give a letter of divorce, and then go to find the second spring.

Feng Canglan didn't dare to say that he would leave after the detoxification was completed, fearing that there would be a mistake at that time, so he concealed it.

"Cough." Zong Zhengyu coughed lightly, and his illness became more obvious.

With disheveled hair, half-cloaked clothes, and scratch marks all over his body, he looked as if he had just been tortured, even more like a sickly handsome man.

If she didn't know Zong Zhengyu's true nature, she would have been deceived by this appearance.

"It's getting late, and Cang Lan retreated first." She put on a cloak and was about to leave, when Zong Zhengyu's cold voice suddenly sounded as she turned around.

"Stay away from Zong Zhengjin, he is not a good person."

The sudden sentence made Feng Canglan narrow his eyes, when did Zong Zhengyu like to gossip behind people's backs?

Still not a good person?Did you say that on purpose to make her afraid of not contacting her?

Although he was complaining in his heart, his face remained calm, and he didn't respond or refuse.

Pushing open the door, he left without any hesitation.

Looking at the closed door, Zong Zhengyu's slender eyelashes drooped, leaving a shadow.

Back in a drop in the ocean, Hui Yu in the courtyard immediately got up to greet Feng Canglan when he came back.

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, his eyes were attracted by the tooth marks and red marks on his neck.

She dared to go over in a hurry, her gaze was like a torch, "Miss, what's your neck?"

Feng Canglan subconsciously touched the wound, and when he touched it, he took a cold breath, "It's okay, I was bitten by a dog."

Leaving a plain sentence, he entered the room, closed the door, Feng Canglan put his hands on his chest.

At this moment, she was still feeling uneasy, with lingering fears in her heart.

When did Zong Zhengyu know that she was a ghost doctor?
Just want to use an alternative method to keep her in the Regent's Palace forever after uncovering it?dream.

Relieved, she walked to the bronze mirror.

Looking at the imaginative red marks on his neck and collarbone, he rubbed his brows.

Putting her fingers on her wrist, she inadvertently touched the bracelet, and in an instant, Zong Zhengjin knew that she was Feng Canglan's pale face when she was on the shore of West Lake.

I don't know how Zong Zhengjin is doing now.

The original plan was to separate from Zong Zhengyu and then spread out, but I didn't expect it to be so long in advance.

It doesn't matter if the man he likes becomes a woman, but he also becomes his Seventh Emperor Uncle.

It's really hard to accept.

At this time, King Jin's Mansion
After learning that Brother Yun was Feng Canglan, Zong Zhengjin lost his mind, as if his soul had been taken away by someone.

A man sits at a wooden table.

With his head down, his hands clenched tightly, his shoulders trembling, and his clear voice trembling, "How could he be Feng Canglan?"

(End of this chapter)