The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 150 Can't Sleep?then do something right

Looking at the magnified face, Feng Canglan pushed away reflexively.

She immediately moved back, looking at the person who looked like a drug addict in front of her in horror.

"Zong Zhengyu! What are you doing!" She raised her hand and wiped her lips with her sleeve.

This action made Zong Zhengyu's eyes burst into anger, he grabbed Feng Canglan's arm and dragged her into his arms, imprisoning him tightly.

"You despise me!"

Feng Canglan didn't respond, and asked instead, "You... why did you come to me in the middle of the night without sleeping!"

"Lan'er said it was midnight, so of course she came to sleep."

He grinned with his thin lips, and suddenly leaned over to place a kiss on Feng Canglan's vermilion lips.

Feng Canglan realized that he had been successfully kissed, "You!"

"Sleep." Zong Zhengyu let go of Feng Canglan and untied his clothes leisurely.

Feng Canglan threw all the dragged clothes on the ground, "I told you, don't come here to drop a drop in the ocean."

"I don't welcome you here!"

Zong Zhengyu untied the last rope, looked back at the excited Feng Canglan, and glanced meaningfully, "If you don't want to rest, then let's do something serious."

The meaning in the eyes was too obvious, Feng Canglan suddenly became quiet.

Zong Zhengyu is sick!

The palace is so big!It must be a drop in the ocean!
Zong Zhengyu had already laid down, but Feng Canglan was still sitting in it, feeling uneasy.

what happened!Zong Zhengyu didn't know when he came in!Zong Zhengyu kissed her and didn't even realize it!
Has her vigilance dropped to this point?

The more I think about it, the more timid I feel.

Even if Zong Zhengyu could hold his breath behind his back, it's impossible for them to kiss without realizing it.

has a problem!
There must be something wrong!

Feng Canglan was thinking about this matter, a hand on his waist pulled him over.

She threw herself into Zong Zhengyu's arms, "Sleep."

Feng Canglan secretly broke a mouthful of those two cold words that could not be doubted.

There must be something wrong with Zong Zhengyu!

If Zongzheng Yuruo is an assassin tonight!She didn't even know how she died!

Feng Canglan's eyes were clear, and Zong Zhengyu suddenly opened his eyes and tightened his arms, "Lan'er can't sleep?"

"If you can't sleep, do something serious."

Feng Canglan glared fiercely, retracted the bedding and prepared to sleep.

Zong Zhengyu raised Feng Canglan's wrist, and kissed the back of her hand, "Good boy, sleep."

Feng Canglan withdrew her hand and wiped the back of Zong Zhengyu's kissed hand on the quilt.

Just as he was about to say something, he fell silent when he met his sickly pale cheeks.

What went wrong?

Zong Zhengyu's physical condition is obviously not right.

With such doubts in mind, Feng Canglan fell asleep.

There was a steady breathing sound in his ears, Zong Zhengyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

He reached out to wipe it off, and continued to sleep as if nothing had happened.

Autumn is cool, and Pinghou's birthday is coming as scheduled.

Marquis Ping is a Marquis of the opposite sex conferred by the late emperor. He used to fight on the battlefield and made a lot of military exploits.

After the truce, Ping Hou let go of his military power and became an idle Marquis, collecting calligraphy and paintings all day long, and became obsessed with love.

On Pinghou's birthday this time, Feng Canglan chose Zhang Xizhi's characters as a birthday gift early on.

On her birthday, Feng Canglan wore a blue-purple gauze dress that was ethereal like a fairy, and the silver thread on it shone brightly in the sun, like thousands of stars falling on the skirt.

Today's answer is mainly dignified and elegant, no one can fault it after reading it.

When Feng Canglan left the mansion, the carriage was already waiting at the door.

With the help of Hui Yu, he got into the carriage, opened the curtain, and saw Zong Zhengyu's cheeks as white as paper, without the slightest trace of blood.

The whole person is sickly and weak.

"Cough cough."

As soon as Feng Canglan sat down, Zong Zhengyu covered his face with a handkerchief and coughed twice, "Let's go."

One word, you can hear the emptiness in the tone.

Feng Canglan couldn't help but take a second look, "My lord, where have you been recently?"

It's really weird.

She also checked Zong Zhengyu's pulse two days ago while he was asleep, and there was nothing wrong with the pulse.

But it is indeed getting paler and weaker.

"No problem." Zong Zhengyu stopped speaking after uttering two words, Feng Canglan even noticed his lack of energy.

"You haven't taken any other medicine recently, have you?"

Now that detoxification has reached a critical moment, if other drugs are taken, other reactions may occur.

"No." Zong Zhengyu didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

Feng Canglan frowned, and stretched out her hand to check the pulse.

Zong Zhengyu seemed to have noticed it, and held his wrist with one hand and brought him into his arms.

Feng Canglan broke free subconsciously, and Zong Zhengyu's low and weak voice came from above his head, "Don't move, let me hug you for a while."

The voice seemed to have magical powers, Feng Canglan stopped moving immediately, and stayed quietly in Zong Zhengyu's arms.

Neither of them made a sound during this journey, and there was silence in the carriage.

"Call-"

The carriage stopped, and the voice of asking came from outside, "The prince and concubine Pinghou's mansion have arrived."

Zong Zhengyu lazily opened his eyes halfway, and let go of Feng Canglan who was imprisoned in his arms.

The restraint was gone, Feng Canglan opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage.

Zong Zhengyu was pushed out from behind by the question.

Today, he was wearing a black brocade robe with dark patterns, sitting in a wheelchair and spinning Buddhist beads in his hands, matching his sickly pale cheeks.

A strange sense of horror hit Tianling Gai directly.

Zong Zhengyu looked like a big villain who killed people without blinking an eye.

But he is also a murderer without blinking an eye.

"Is it good-looking to be a husband?" Zong Zhengyu said slowly after noticing Feng Canglan's gaze.

Feng Canglan rolled his eyes and looked away, and walked straight to Hou's mansion.

Hui Yu quickly followed with the brocade box in his hand.

"The Regent arrives—"

"Princess Regent arrives—"

The guard's voice sounded, and everyone in the Hou Mansion looked over.

Zong Zhengyu held the Buddhist beads in his hand and looked as if all six elements were empty, which shocked the ministers around him dumbfounded.

The regent turned the beads, and the more he looked, the more horrified he became.

Feelings popped up in his mind involuntarily, Zong Zhengyu twirled the beads, and took his life without changing his face.

The originally lively Hou Mansion was instantly silent because of Zong Zhengyu's arrival.

At this time, even a needle can be heard on the ground.

Especially when Zong Zhengyu was sick and pale, colliding with the color of the black brocade robe, it gave people a creepy feeling visually.

Chilling.

Feng Canglan's Qiushui eyes turned slightly, Zong Zhengyu came dressed in black, those who didn't know thought he was here to seek revenge.

"The old minister sees the regent king and the regent princess."

Marquis Ping rushed over after hearing the news, followed by his family members to salute Zong Zhengyu.

The surrounding guests also said in unison, "See the regent king and the regent princess."

Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes were silent in the ancient well, and the Buddhist beads in his hand slowly turned without any response.

This made everyone feel cold in their hearts.

It is thought that wherever the regent goes, there will be rumors that someone will die.

Immediately, the atmosphere in Hou Mansion suddenly condensed, and the air seemed to freeze.

Just when everyone couldn't bear it anymore, Zong Zhengyu said without hesitation, "Excuse me."

"Thank you, Regent."

Everyone stood up, Ping Hou secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and the coercion of the regent has become stronger.

"and many more--"

(End of this chapter)