The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 149 You have deep love and righteousness for the world, but you are ungrateful and ungrateful to this king

"call out--"

There was a sound of breaking wind, and Feng Canglan's pupils shrank and ran in very fast.

The moment the long whip fell, she held it with one hand.

"What are you doing!" Her cold voice was full of hostility, and her bright autumn eyes overflowed with a bloodthirsty breath.

The whole person is lingering with cold air, as if to freeze everyone.

The two stood and sat one by one, their eyes facing each other, and the smell of gunpowder filled the surroundings.

"cough……"

"Cough cough." Zong Zhengyu coughed violently, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

Feng Canglan's eyes didn't move at all, they were gloomy and cold.

Turning his eyes to Hui Yu who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes became more hostile, "Get up."

Those two short words are like a mountain pressing down.

Hui Yu immediately stood up and retreated to Feng Canglan's side.

Feng Canglan threw back the hand holding the whip, "The regent is so majestic!"

"It's all a drop in the ocean."

"I want to remind the regent that I brought Huiyu from the general's mansion, and they are not slaves."

The coldness and fury on Zong Zhengyu dissipated a little when Feng Canglan appeared, but his face was still frosty.

"You have neither the right nor the qualification to touch me."

The two confronted each other, and the flames of war were on the verge of breaking out.

Zong Zhengyu quickly recited the scriptures several times, twisted the Buddhist beads in his hands, and the hostility in his body dissipated in a moment.

"The princess explained to the king, what's going on with this painting!"

Zong Zhengyu picked up the scroll beside him and threw it over.

Feng Canglan looked at the colorful and blurred scroll on the ground, frowned slightly and turned to Huiyu, "What's going on?"

"Just now when I was clearing the table, I accidentally spilled tea on it. When I was about to take it out to dry, I met the prince."

Hui Yu knew he was wrong, took a deep breath, and the words became smaller and smaller.

Feng Canglan heard that the hostility had dissipated, but her eyes were still cold.

"Miss, I'm sorry, it's all Huiyu's hands and feet."

"It's Huiyu... Huiyu accidentally damaged the painting." As he spoke, Huiyu's voice was filled with tears, and finally he knelt on the ground with a "plop", "Miss, punish Huiyu."

"Get up." Seeing Huiyu knelt down, Feng Canglan's voice immediately became colder by a few degrees.

"I'll take care of it, it's okay." The cold voice said comforting words, Huiyu's heart moved, and he stood up slowly, "Miss, I really didn't mean it."

"It's okay." Feng Canglan comforted again, and turned his gaze to Zong Zhengyu, "I brought the painting out of the warehouse."

"If I don't bring Huiyu out, I won't accidentally splash water and damage the painting. Besides, she is mine, and it's not the prince's turn to intervene if she really wants to be disciplined."

"She made a mistake, and I will bear it all."

Zong Zhengyu showed a weak smile on his pale face, "My concubine has a deep affection for her maid."

"Hui Yu is not a maid." It was the person who accompanied her all the way.

She said that she would not let anyone bully Huiyu Palace Merchant.

anyone!
Zong Zhengyu smiled self-deprecatingly with downcast eyes, raised his hand slightly to ask for understanding, and pushed the wheelchair away.

When the two passed by, Zong Zhengyu's deep voice was a little illusory, "You have deep affection for the world, but you have no affection for this king."

He opened his eyes and looked at Hui Yu who was being protected by Feng Canglan with a low wry smile.

Unexpectedly, Zong Zhengyu would have a day of envying others.

Finding Zong Zhengyu staring at Huiyu, Feng Canglan pulled him behind with one hand to block him with his body.Looking into his eyes, full of vigilance.

This gaze was like a sharp knife, piercing my heart with pain.

"Wait." Feng Canglan said suddenly.

When asked to stop on his own initiative, Zong Zhengyu's eyes flickered, thinking what Feng Canglan was going to do.

He saw Feng Canglan take two steps forward, pick up the fused painting, and throw it into his arms.

"You take your things with you."

"Besides, nothing will happen in the future, it would be better if the prince doesn't come here a drop in the ocean."

Looking at the picture scroll on his lap, Zongzheng Yu Ruifeng had a look of hostility in his eyes.

He opened his eyes and glanced at Feng Canglan's hand, seeing the blood flowing, he grabbed it and pulled it over.

Looking at the bloodstains on the palm, the hostility in the phoenix eyes dissipated and turned into worry.

"Does it hurt?"

Feng Canglan shrank back, but was held tightly.

Just as he was about to tell him that it didn't hurt and let him go, he saw Zong Zhengyu's pale face sullen, self-blame, and crazily confused.

People can't help but want to retreat and keep a distance from it.

"Such a beautiful hand, it's not good to leave a scar." He blew on the wound and took out a handkerchief to bandage it.

The movements were gentle and delicate, but they caused Feng Canglan to feel chills,
She withdrew her hand, took off the bloody handkerchief and threw it into Zong Zhengyu's arms, "The prince's things are too noble, I am waiting for mortals to use them."

After speaking, she took Huiyu and went back to the house.

"boom--"

The door slammed shut, and Zong Zhengyu picked up the blood-stained handkerchief on his knee, put it next to his mouth and nose, and sucked heavily.

Like a drug addict, his dark pupils radiated madness.

Asked by the wheelchair pusher, everyone was shocked by Zong Zhengyu's appearance.

Ban Shun and Zong Zhengyu took off the blood-stained handkerchief, the madness just now disappeared in their eyes, and they returned to their normal appearance.

Neatly fold the handkerchiefs together and put them into the cuffs.

Focusing his eyes on the scroll on his leg, he lightly touched it with his bony fingers, "Take the painting and burn it."

"Yes."

indoor
Hui Yu looked at the blood on Feng Canglan's palm, her eyes turned red, "It was Hui Yu's hands and feet that hurt Miss."

"No matter your business, I brought the painting out."

"It's okay, just a little injury."

Feng Canglan took out some wound medicine and applied it, then bandaged it.

Seeing that Huiyu was still blaming himself, he smiled consolingly, "This little injury, what is it? Did you see me humming when we went through the wind and rain before?"

"Okay, it's all right."

The night is as cool as water, Venus half moon

"crunch-"

There was a small sound of opening the door, Wei An's back came against the light, and he closed the door carefully without making a sound.

Walking slowly towards the bed, the hem of the brocade robe inlaid with gold trim swayed as he walked.

Passing by the wooden table, the candles flickered, and then burned more vigorously.

Standing beside the bed, his stalwart figure enveloped the sleeping Feng Canglan on the bed.

Sitting down slowly, the delicate hands were warmed yellow by the candlelight.

He stroked Feng Canglan's eyebrows with his fingertips, and slid down his temples to his vermilion lips.

Gently rubbing the slightly hot fingertips, looking at the red lips that looked like roses after the rain, the flickering madness in the pupils was clearly illuminated.

The strength in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, Feng Canglan seemed to be investigating in his sleep, and his brows frowned into a word of Sichuan.

The hand on the corner of the lips immediately loosened, and Feng Canglan's brows relaxed.

His white and slender fingers raised his cheeks, and he leaned over to kiss her delicately.

Tasting the sweetness like a gentle breeze and drizzle, gradually he was not satisfied with it, he pried open his white teeth and demanded endlessly, wishing to eat Feng Canglan into his stomach.

Feng Canglan, who was in a deep sleep, felt something strange and woke up suddenly, and opened her eyes suddenly——

(End of this chapter)