The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1521 Why Kill Her

Quiet, deathly still.

The snow was flying, and the eyes of the two met through the snow curtain, and they seemed to be far away from each other.

Zong Zhengyu's fingers were slightly stiff, looking at Feng Canglan's phoenix eyes suddenly darkened like stars falling, and his whole heart seemed to fall into a cold pool.

The biting and howling wind was not as cold as his heart.

Seeing the desolation and desolation in Zong Zhengyu's eyes, Feng Canglan's eyes paused, and his anger dropped a lot in an instant, only then did he realize what he said just now.

The red lips moved slightly and wanted to say something to remedy it, but in the end they didn't say anything.

The wind was whistling with heavy snow, and the two stood in the snow.

No one broke the calm, and the atmosphere was unusually quiet and weird.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and it floats up like goose feathers.

The two stood for a long time, a thin layer of snow accumulated on Feng Canglan's head and shoulders.

"It's cold, don't stand there." The magnetic voice broke the calm, Zong Zhengyu took off his outer robe and put it on Feng Canglan's shoulders.

Feng Canglan's heart trembled slightly, she was clearly not afraid of the severe cold, but she still felt a sense of warmth the moment the outer robe was put on.

At the same time, a strange emotion spread in my heart, which was not a taste.

"Go to the hall first."

Feng Canglan didn't agree or refute, but silently turned around and prepared to return to the hall.

As soon as she took a step, she was suddenly pulled back, there was no sound from the other side, and she didn't speak either.

I could feel Zong Zhengyu's hand holding it tightly, as if even if she gave up letting go, he would still be holding it.

The two stepped into the hall, Feng Canglan turned around to go in, Zong Zhengyu's voice sounded, "Wait a minute."

She stopped and looked back, Zong Zhengyu came over and took away the robe, gently patted the snow off Feng Canglan's head, her gestures were gentle and cautious.

The more Zong Zhengyu was like this, the more uncomfortable Feng Canglan felt.

When I got angry just now, I really said something serious.

"All right."

After clearing up Zong Zhengyu's birth, Feng Canglan turned around with his head down, and was hugged violently just as he was about to leave.

Zong Zhengyu hugged the person in his arms tightly, his hands were almost imprisoned, "Lan'er..."

The deep voice trembled slightly, and the arms around her seemed to be trembling, "Don't...don't give up."

"please."

The heart, as if being stabbed by needles, dense pain spread from the heart to all the limbs.

The pain is numb, the pain is difficult to breathe.

"No." The magnetic voice was almost hoarse, as if begging.

Feng Canglan's jaw tightened, as if his heart had been sliced ​​open piece by piece.

Zong Zhengyu's imprisoned hands kept tightening, wishing to rub the person in his arms into his bones and blend them into one, calling out over and over again.

Feng Canglan hugged her almost stiffly, raised her head and kissed Zong Zhengyu's face sideways, "Okay."

Zong Zhengyu's clenched hands froze suddenly, and he backed away slowly, staring at him with red eyes, "Lan'er, what did you just say?"

"you say……"

"Okay." Feng Canglan said again, looking at Zong Zhengyu full of apology, "I'm sorry, I was so angry just now, I didn't choose what to say."

It's hard to get to this point, and I have gone through so many ups and downs.

How can you give up at the moment of victory.

Zong Zhengyu paused, as if he didn't expect such an ending, then he pulled Feng Canglan into his arms, "It's fine if it's not true."

"But what's the matter with you?"

Feng Canglan suppressed his discomfort and pushed Zong Zhengyu away, "Did you just want to kill Yan Xiang?"

"You know that I have worked so hard to succeed, but if you kill Yan Xiang, you will fall short!"

"Why did you kill her?"

The matter was exposed, and this matter was brought up again by Feng Canglan.

Fortunately, I gave Yan Xiang a mark between her eyebrows in Lingtian Academy, otherwise now that she is gone, what's the use of working hard later?
Zong Zhengyu slowly let go of his clasped hands, but he didn't respond, and he didn't know how to respond.

He promised not to hide it from Lan'er.

"why!"

(End of this chapter)