The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 147 The King's Murder Is Serious, Redemption
"Tell me, how did he become my Seventh Emperor Aunt?"

The guard stood beside Archer and said, "Although she is Aunt Seventh Emperor now, it doesn't mean she will always be in the future."

Zong Zhengjin raised his head slowly, Taohua's eyes were full of sadness and hesitation.

The golden autumn has come, the heat of summer has faded and the cool breeze is ushering in.

Since being captured by Zong Zhengyu, Feng Canglan has been quiet for two days, and only two days.

I can't wait to open the door, and I can clearly feel that there are many more hidden guards in the quiet courtyard.

Not only in the dark, but also in the open.

As soon as he stepped out, the guards who were busy cleaning and tidying outside looked over, "Princess!"

Hearing the neat voice, Feng Canglan and Liu Ye frowned slightly, hummed lightly and walked out.

Zong Zhengyu is being monitored by secret guards, and he is sending people to guard a drop in the ocean. What is he planning to do?
To prevent her from going out to find Zong Zhengjin again?

If she really wants to go out, what is the use of these people.

Walking into the garden, a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus comes to the nostrils, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus around is refreshing.

It smells much better.

The chrysanthemums in the flower pond are also competing to open, with various varieties and colors.

When passing by, Feng Canglan picked a flower.

Seeing the blooming ink chrysanthemum in her hand, she lowered her head and sniffed lightly, "What has the Regent been doing these days?"

"It seems to be in the study."

"Study?" Her eyes focused on Mo Ju, and turned slightly, "Pinghou's birthday will be in a few days, so go and ask what is the most suitable gift."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked to the study.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I smelled a strong smell of herbs, and there were bursts of violent coughing in the room.

Feng Canglan's ear tips moved slightly, and her brows raised.

what happened?

Zong Zhengyu's appearance feels more serious, but the treatment he gave Linzhu Sanren is no problem.

Confused, she pushed open the door.

The strong smell of herbs came out, and even she, who often soaked in the pile of herbs, felt that the smell was a bit compelling.

The sound of the door opening caught Zong Zhengyu's attention in the study. He opened his eyes and saw Feng Canglan's thin lips moving slightly, "Lan'er is here."

Looking at Zong Zhengyu's pure black brocade robe, her willow leaf brows were tightly knit.

Zong Zhengyu always liked to wear crescent moon robes, why did he change into such a black suit?

The already pale face was in stark contrast with the black brocade robe on his body, and the strange feeling suddenly arose.

"What's the matter with you?" It has been treated for a while, even if the effect is not great, it shouldn't be like this.

"Cough." He lowered his eyes and coughed softly, his smile was weak, "I don't know."

"You..." Feng Canglan was about to say something when he saw Zong Zhengyu holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and he didn't forget to twist them while speaking.

This really surprised Feng Canglan.

Looking at Zong Zhengyu with a strange face, "What are you doing?"

Depend on!
Zong Zhengyu, a man who kills people without blinking an eye, and has countless dead souls under his hands, is actually holding a string of Buddhist beads?
Is this to believe in Buddhism?
"Cough... this king has a lot of crimes to kill, and he needs to make atonement." He coughed twice, his voice weak and weak.

Feng Canglan's eyes were like copper bells, staring at Zong Zhengyu with a ghostly upper body.

Are you kidding me?
Atonement?

Feng Canglan couldn't resist taking two steps forward, her sharp eyes locked on Zong Zhengyu's jaw and the edges of his cheeks, trying to see the human skin mask pasted on it.

Shouldn't it be fake?

Zong Zhengyu chanted scriptures to redeem his sins?How about coaxing ghosts!

"You...you didn't feel any stimulation, did you?" The corners of her mouth twitched, which was unimaginable.

After all, I have seen Zong Zhengyu's blood flow into rivers and corpses strewn across the field when he waved his hands.

This black robe, twirling Buddha beads and matching the pale and colorless face, looks weird no matter how you look at it.

To be honest, she didn't see the slightest hint of Zen.

With Zong Zhengyu's appearance, he felt a bit like a Buddha's mouth and a snake's heart.

Zong Zhengyu didn't respond, he just raised his head and cast a look, his phoenix eyes were completely devoid of waves.

If it weren't for the deep darkness and turbidity underneath, she would really have believed in the atonement.

"Cough." The other party didn't respond, Feng Canglan changed the topic and got back to business, "Isn't it Pinghou's birthday in two days?"

"I want to ask, what kind of gift should we give? I am a country girl who grew up in a farm, and I really don't understand the affairs between the nobles."

Feng Canglan said this sentence very naturally, habitually demeaning himself.

Before he finished speaking, Zong Zhengyu half-raised his eyebrows, revealing half of his pupils, and looked extremely weak. "A country girl who is famous all over the world?"

The corners of Feng Canglan's mouth stiffened slightly, but he forgot that Zong Zhengyu knew that she was a ghost doctor.

"That's a country girl, don't take it too seriously."

"Then what is Pinghou's congratulatory gift?" She returned to the topic, Zong Zhengyu was half lying on the cushion of the wheelchair, "In the warehouse, just take one as a gift."

It seemed that he was struggling to speak, and Feng Canglan could hear his breathless voice from a distance away.

"That's fine."

"Then I'll go prepare the birthday gift first." She turned around after walking, and glanced at the prayer beads spinning in Zong Zhengyu's hand, full of puzzlement.

Zong Zhengyu once killed countless people on the battlefield, and many people were killed by his violent temper.

You don't really think that you can redeem your sins by holding a string of Buddhist beads and reciting a few scriptures?

Has fallen into the dark hell, how good it is to stay in hell honestly.

I still want to be bright, and hope for heaven.

Feng Canglan curled his lips into a sneer, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

But... It's only been two days, why does Zong Zhengyu feel that his condition is worse than last time?
This is what people say, when a person is about to die, his words are also good.

Feeling that your time is approaching, believe in Buddhism and chant scriptures to redeem your sins?
If you can atone for your sins by reading a few scriptures after killing someone, there will be no such thing as killing someone for your life in this world.

But chanting scriptures to make amends, does that count as disbelief in her professional ability?

When he arrived at the warehouse, Feng Canglan collected his thoughts and prepared to choose a suitable gift.

Pinghou Mansion has a hobby, which is to love calligraphy and painting.

Since it is a gift, it must be sent to the heart.

The guard opened the warehouse and led Feng Canglan in.

Just stepped in, looking at the rare treasures piled up like garbage, not only hooked her red lips.

This Regent's House is very rich.

"Find the calligraphy and paintings of the famous people." Feng Canglan stood aside as he spoke, while the guards outside came in to look for the calligraphy and paintings in the warehouse.

A stick of incense time passed, and the found calligraphy and paintings piled up in a pile.

Looking at the calligraphy and paintings piled up on the ground as high as a person, I sighed again, sinful rich people.

"Princess, the calligraphy and paintings are all here."

"Okay." Feng Canglan came over and opened the pictures one by one to compare and compare.

"Look for Zhang Xizhi's calligraphy and paintings."

The guards also came to look for them.

Feng Canglan looked at the painting in his hand and shook his head and put it aside, then went to get another painting, which was not Zhang Xizhi's and continued to put it on the back.

After looking at five or six pictures but still not seeing them, Feng Canglan went around to get the ones inside.

Walking forward, I accidentally came across a painting, and the painting fell to the ground and slid away.

Feng Canglan glanced back, and was about to continue walking back, when her pupils suddenly shrank——

(End of this chapter)