The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 169 Those bald old men, how can Lan'er be pleasing to the eye?

The blood on the little maid's face faded, and her face was full of fear, "The emperor spare me!"

"Your Majesty's forgiveness!"

The emperor was not moved, she set her sights on the people next to her, "His Royal Highness King Jin, save the slaves!"

"I beg you to save this servant girl."

Zong Zhengjin looked away, and said in a cold tone, "Give her a good time."

"Save the slaves!"

"His Royal Highness King Jin—"

The cry for help became smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.

King Jin looked at the mess on the ground, his eyes darkened, "Father, please don't get angry because of this."

"Zong Zhengyu is provoking me!"

"Kill Chen Defu! He even hangs the body at the gate of the palace. This is a warning to me!"

"He's already dead! Why did he come back to life again! He couldn't even die cleanly."

"Now that things have happened, we just need to figure out how to deal with them."

Most of the emperor's anger subsided, "I didn't die this time, let him die thoroughly next time."

Zong Zhengyu came back from the dead, and every household put away the white lanterns at the door.

Because of this incident, he is even more a myth in the hearts of the people.

But the matter at the gate of the palace was maliciously spread and guided by people with intentions, which also made Zong Zhengyu's reputation sound even more terrifying.

Regent's House

Feng Canglan, Linzhu Sanren, Wen Fengjun, the three took turns to diagnose Zong Zhengyu's pulse.

The final solution was the same, the toxins in the body returned to before Suiyinhua, and the toxins were significantly weakened.

"Fufeng! You really scared me to death!"

"I went back to the Butterfly Valley to collect medicine, and on the way back I heard that you passed away."

"Fortunately, I woke up."

"More than that." Zong Zhengyu's magnetic voice sounded, his feet in black brocade boots fell from the wheelchair to the ground, and he stood up slowly.

When Wen Fengjun saw this scene, his face turned pale, and he said with great joy, "You..."

"Is your leg okay?"

"Are you able to walk?"

His series of inquiries made him very excited.

Zong Zhengyu walked half a circle around, and Wen Fengjun wept with joy, "It's been more than two years, and finally, I can finally walk."

Feng Canglan stood on one side with raised eyebrows, her eyes revealing doubts.

Didn't Wen Fengjun know about Zong Zhengyu pretending to be disabled?

"Yes." He responded, looking at Feng Canglan.

The eyes of the two collided, and Feng Canglan hooked her vermilion lips without leaving a trace.

Zong Zhengyu wanted to take this opportunity to get started.

Back from the dead, the leg disease is fine.

The person in the palace knew about this, and it is estimated that killing several people would not be able to calm down.

The Xingyun State clearly stipulates that people with physical disabilities are not allowed to enter the court as officials.

Now, Zong Zhengyu took advantage of this wave of opportunities to no longer pretend to be disabled. This is about to enter the imperial court.

Have been dormant for a long time, and started to attack?

Before returning to the court, he killed Eunuch Chen, who was the most eye-catching around the emperor.

This move is very powerful.

Warn the emperor and warn the ministers.

His ruthless Prince Regent is going back.

Not only has it not changed, but the methods have become more cruel.

Tsk tsk, few of the ministers of the Xingyun Kingdom can sleep soundly.

that's the truth.

The news that Zong Zhengyu recovered from his leg disease caused chaos in the government and the opposition.

The ministers hurriedly cleaned up the shady evidence, fearing that Zong Zhengyu would return to the court and catch one of them to make an example to others.

After all, there are three fires for a new official to take office, let alone return to court.

Everyone thought that Zong Zhengyu's leg had recovered and he would see it in the morning.

The same applies to the emperor, and even Feng Canglan thinks so.

Such a big momentum must be paving the way for future events.

As a result, the ministers were waiting, the emperor was waiting, and Feng Canglan was also waiting.

Ministers, etc., as long as they come, they won't be worried every day.The emperor waited, Zong Zhengyu came back and gave him an irrelevant official position, preventing him from touching confidential matters.

Feng Canglan and others, Zong Zhengyu would not spend all day in the study in the early days of business, and it would be much more convenient for her to do other things.

As a result, everyone was first class, Zong Zhengyu did not go, and second class Zong Zhengyu did not go.

Half a month has passed, and Zong Zhengyu has no plans to go to court at all.

Finally, Feng Canglan couldn't hold back and asked, "Aren't you going to the morning court?"

Now the outside world is buzzing.

The regent, who has power over the ruling and opposition parties, is about to return to the court.

The results of it?
Returning to the fart, what the hell is being stuck with her every day?

"Morning?" Zong Zhengyu propped his chin with his well-articulated hands, and looked sideways at Feng Canglan, "Why do you want to go to the court?"

"I'm fine now. I don't have to worry about food or clothing. I can't spend all my money. I'm with Lan'er every day."

"Facing the group of bald old men in the early morning, there is no pleasure in seeing Lan'er's beauty."

"..." She couldn't explain it, but she still thought it was reasonable.

This is indeed the case for ordinary people's lifelong pursuit, and they don't work if they can't spend money.

But who are you!

You are the regent, or a regent who has been suppressed, shouldn't you work hard on your career?
The emperor and the regent are absolute natural enemies.

In the end, one must fight to the death, either the emperor or Zong Zhengyu.

She didn't believe that Zong Zhengyu was not interested in that position at all.

"Haven't you thought about going up to another level?" Feng Canglan asked tentatively.

Zong Zhengyu paused slightly as he turned the red sandalwood Buddha beads, his phoenix eyes stared at Feng Canglan, "Another level?"

"hold head high."

The regent, under one person, above ten thousand people.

Going up one level, it is naturally the position of the Ninth Five-Year Venerable.

"Lan'er wants to be queen?" Zong Zhengyu's deep voice sounded, Feng Canglan was about to refute him and said again, "If Lan'er wants to."

"It's not impossible to take another step forward for my husband."

Gee.

Feng Canglan snorted coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't say that."

"Besides, even if I want to be, it doesn't necessarily have to do with you."

Zongzheng Yufeng squinted deeply, and the dark pupils flashed with hostility.

The fingertips holding the red sandalwood Buddha beads turned white, which shows how hard it is.

Feng Canglan buried herself in her own work and didn't notice Zong Zhengyu's strangeness at all.

While trying to color the painting, a hand around her waist suddenly hooked her over.

Zong Zhengyu pinched Feng Canglan's slender waist with one hand, and held her in his arms, "It doesn't have to be my business?"

"Whose queen does Lan'er want to be?"

"En?" He asked back, piercing Feng Canglan's black hair with his fingertips, letting the smooth hair slip through his fingers.

In the end, he grabbed a strand and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff lightly, his movements were extremely gentle.

what.

Feng Canglan grabbed her hair, "I don't want to be anyone's."

Queen?

The scope of activities of the whole body can only be in the palace, and then he has to manage a lot of concubines in the harem.

How boring.

Isn't it good for her to run in the Nebula Continent and the Three Kingdoms?
And... even if she really has that thought, her goal is not the back seat, but the dragon chair.

She has been in this world for many years, and she has touched everything, except the imperial power.

Because of trouble.

Zong Zhengyu's expression became softer, and he held Feng Canglan's hand holding the pen, "I'll teach you."

Zong Zhengyu hugged Feng Canglan, teaching Danqing stroke by stroke.

Looking at the familiar painting style, a sentence popped out of Feng Canglan's mind, and she said it without thinking, "Who is the woman on the ink-stained picture of the prince before?"

As soon as these words came out, Zong Zhengyu's hand holding Feng Canglan froze suddenly——

(End of this chapter)