The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 155
Feng Canglan turned pale and moved back, the bloody pebble in his hand fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the calm Zong Zhengjin had a strange look in Taohua's eyes.

"you……"

"Don't come here..." Feng Canglan looked at Zong Zhengyu, whose face was covered with blood, and panicked.

"it is good!"

"Very good!" Zong Zhengyu suddenly laughed maniacally, his pale face contrasted sharply with the flowing blood, which stimulated his visual nerves.

Even more terrifying and chilling.

It seemed like Yan Luo, who had crawled out of hell to kill him.

"puff!"

Zong Zhengyu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was on the verge of falling, like a lone grass swaying in the wind.

Feng Canglan quickly bypassed, ran to Zong Zhengjin's side to help him up, and said at the fastest speed, "Go!"

"But..." Zong Zhengjin spoke weakly, but Feng Canglan interrupted forcefully, "No but! If you are told to leave quickly, then hurry up!"

"Let's go!" Feng Canglan turned around Zong Zhengjin, and pushed his back with a palm.

Zong Zhengjin had no choice but to leave with his hands on his chest. After walking a certain distance and looking back, seeing Feng Canglan anxiously urging him to be powerful, he immediately turned his head.

There was a gloomy look in those worry-filled peach blossom eyes.

It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared that Feng Canglan turned to look at Zong Zhengyu.

His face was covered with blood, but he could still see the pale face and the powerless pain on his face.

Turning around and running over, Zong Zhengyu raised his hand to avoid him when he wanted to help him.

He endured the discomfort and returned to the wheelchair, leaving with blood on his face.

Feng Canglan was stunned for a moment and immediately chased after him.

I dare not speak behind, let alone push the wheelchair.

Zong Zhengyu left Pinghou's mansion directly, and the news of his face covered in blood spread in the Hou's mansion, and everyone was discussing what happened.

After getting into the carriage, Feng Canglan was restless.

Holding the gauze skirt tightly with both hands, she cast her gaze at Zong Zhengyu from time to time.

"My lord, I didn't do it on purpose just now, but I was in a hurry."

"I just want you to let go, no..." Before continuing to explain, Zong Zhengyu looked over with dark pupils, and she immediately silenced.

"cough!"

"Ahem!" Zong Zhengyu coughed continuously, and the white handkerchief was stained red.

Feng Canglan stared like a bronze mirror, "My lord, you..." Why are you coughing up blood?
Coughing up blood is an internal disease.

And the blood color was different from normal, a bit darker and purpler.

darker...

Feng Canglan's heart trembled, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

She didn't ask Zong Zhengyu's opinion, and directly reached out to feel her pulse, but Zong Zhengyu held her back before she touched it.

He looked sideways, and a trace of sarcasm flashed through his deep and dark pupils, "Are you worried about me?"

"Don't make trouble, there is something wrong with your body."

Breaking free from the shackles and going to check for pulse, Zong Zhengyu suddenly came forward and pressed Feng Canglan on the carriage.

Seeing the flustered flash of her pupils, Zong Zhengyu suppressed the frightening hostility in his eyes and sat up again.

It is as immovable as a mountain, just like a Buddha statue.

Feng Canglan didn't dare to make any more moves, and obediently sat in the Regent's Palace.

As soon as he entered the palace, the news that Zong Zhengyu was covered in blood spread.

Wen Fengjun rushed over when he heard the wind, and looked at Zong Zhengyu's blood-drenched face, his face turned cold, "What's going on?"

"Who else could hurt you?"

The meaning of questioning in the tone was too obvious, Feng Canglan buried her head.

A mosquito-sized voice sounded, "I... I did it by accident."

"Feng Canglan!"

Wen Fengjun exploded, "Do you know how dangerous Fufeng's situation is now?"

"Once he bleeds, he can't stop!"

"It's fine if you hurt him! You even caused Fufeng to bleed all the way."

Wen Fengjun pointed to his nose and cursed, Feng Canglan became dumb for a while, can't the bleeding stop?
Is blood coagulation bad?
"I...I'll bandage." Feng Canglan hurried to find the medicine box, and just as he found Zong Zhengyu to bandage, he was pushed away by Wen Fengjun, "Hurry up! Don't make trouble here."

Zong Zhengyu sat in the wheelchair, closed his eyes and did not intend to make a rescue.

"I..." Her eyes turned from Zong Zhengyu to Wen Fengjun, and just as she was about to say something, Wen Fengjun pushed her out of the door.

Feng Canglan staggered and took two steps forward before stabilizing his figure.

"Go away! Not enough success, more than failure."

As soon as the words fell, Linzhu Sanren who had been invited by the hidden guards just stepped into the hall.

It was a coincidence that I heard this sentence.

Feng Canglan was worried about Zong Zhengyu's body, looked at Linzhu Sanren and turned his head slightly.

Linzhu Sanren understood what he meant, and went directly to Zong Zhengyu to check his pulse.

As soon as his fingertips touched Linzhu Sanren raised his hand in fright, his face became more and more dignified after he calmed down and checked his pulse.

"Did the prince vomit blood?"

Feng Canglan leaned closer, "He vomited blood, and coughed up blood."

Linzhu Sanren's face paled a little, and he looked at Feng Canglan with serious eyes, "It's hopeless."

"what!"

"what!?"

Two shocking sounds sounded at the same time, one from Feng Canglan and the other from Wen Fengjun.

"Master! What do you mean by not being saved?"

"Didn't it be fine before?" Wen Fengjun's face was full of disbelief.

I have been receiving medical treatment for this period of time, how could it suddenly be hopeless?

"How is it possible?" Feng Canglan frowned, Linzhu Sanren just shook his head, "Go and see."

Feng Canglan immediately started to go over, but Zong Zhengyu dodged when he was about to check his pulse.

Her eyes were slightly cold, and she grabbed Zong Zhengyu's hand and pressed it down.

Wen Fengjun was furious when he saw this scene, "Feng Canglan! What are you doing!"

"You don't think you have hurt Zong Zhengyu enough!"

Wen Fengjun was about to pull Feng Canglan away when he went up, but he was pulled away by Linzhu Sanren before he touched him, "Don't make trouble."

"Master!" Wen Fengjun pointed at Feng Canglan and reprimanded, "It's Feng Canglan who is making trouble, not me!"

"Isn't she hurting Zong Zhengyu enough! She is the nemesis of Fufeng!"

"Since she entered the palace, the palace has never been peaceful!"

Wen Fengjun chattered non-stop, Feng Canglan's eyes turned cold, and he waved the silver needle between his fingers and shot at Wen Fengjun.

He who was noisy just now suddenly fell silent.

Wen Fengjun's pupils dilated and danced, asking Linzhu Sanren what happened.

Linzhu Sanren looked away, unwilling to look at his stupid apprentice.

"Noisy." The cold words ooze the chill of severe winter.

Wen Fengjun danced to protest, Linzhu Sanren covered his forehead, and raised his hand to touch Wen Fengjun's acupuncture points.

Now not only can he not speak, he can't even move.

The house finally calmed down, Feng Canglan felt his pulse with one hand and the other.

The moment he felt his pulse, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zong Zhengyu in disbelief.

Afraid that he would touch it wrong, Feng Canglan continued to touch it a second time.

Still the same pulse.

"what happened?"

"How could this happen!" Juemai, there is no room for survival.

"You..." Feng Canglan cast his gaze, Zong Zhengyu acted as if nothing happened, as if the hopeless person was not him.

"Before, the pulse condition was always normal, why did it suddenly stop?"

Zong Zhengyu's magnetic and cold voice was unhurried, "Is it not as good as you want?"

(End of this chapter)