The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 207 Happy New Year~

Her face was pale, and her upturned lips were frozen.

Zong Zhengyu slowly withdrew his hand, Feng Canglan's hand holding the wine bottle froze in mid-air, he didn't know whether to pour it or put it away.

Zong Zhengyu dragged his forehead, his half-closed Ruifeng eyes were a little out of focus, and the strong smell of wine also proved that he was already drunk.

Feng Canglan took a deep breath, adjusted her smile, and filled the empty wine bottle.

The defocused pupils gradually focused, staring at the filled wine bottles on the table.

Zong Zhengyu stretched out his knuckle-boned hand, held the wine bottle up in front of Feng Canglan, and moved towards his thin lips with a slightly drunken smile.

Just as Ban Shun was close, an ancient bell rang.

Announce to the world that the new year has arrived.

"boom--"

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a burst of fireworks, Feng Canglan pulled Zong Zhengyu and ran outside.

Most of the glass of wine was spilled.

Feng Canglan put the quilt on the table, took Zong Zhengyu's hand and went out, "The fireworks are going off, let's go and see."

She was in high spirits, looking up at the fireworks exploding in the dark night with a bright smile.

The clear autumn eyes reflect the fireworks in the sky, brilliant for a moment, eternal for a lifetime.

Feng Canglan looked at the fireworks, Zong Zhengyu looked at her.

In those defocused phoenix eyes, there was tenderness, and there was subtle paranoia.

"It's so beautiful."

"It's beautiful."

She's talking about fireworks, he's talking about her.

The two stand side by side under the gorgeous fireworks holding hands, romantic and harmonious, and extraordinarily beautiful.

Behind the crowd, a pair of peach blossom eyes flashed sadness.

His eyes stayed on the backs of the two for a moment, then he turned and left.

Everyone was watching the gorgeous fireworks, but no one noticed the figure who left quietly.

The fireworks lasted for half an hour.

The last firework exploded in the dark.

Everyone sighed, regretted, and reluctant.

"This year, I have released half the time compared to previous years, but I still haven't seen enough."

"It's really beautiful."

"That's it."

"My lord." Feng Canglan withdrew his gaze and turned to Zong Zhengyu, who happened to meet his gaze.

She paused for a moment, then smiled brightly, "Happy New Year~"

Zong Zhengyu's breathing was stagnant, his voice was hoarse and drunk, "Happy New Year, Lan'er too."

The New Year's Eve has passed, it is already late at night, and people have left one after another.

Feng Canglan pulled Zong Zhengyu and was about to leave as well, his face was a bit embarrassed when he was about to leave, "My lord, wait a moment, I will come as soon as I go."

After leaving these words, Feng Canglan left at an extremely fast speed.

Zong Zhengyu was dressed in a dark red brocade robe, standing in the shadows, with a tall and straight figure and a heroic aura.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the black hair on his back moved slightly.

Looking at the extraordinarily bright moon in the night, his half-enchanted eyes have begun to blur.

"Will the bright moon come to me?"

He stood alone in the cold wind, his clear and magnetic voice mixed with a hint of inexplicable meaning.

Wendao, who buried his head and followed behind, had a flash of light in his eyes, the bright moon was hanging in the sky, why did it come towards you.

Wen Wen only regarded it as Zong Zhengyu's drunken nonsense, and didn't think much about it.

On the other side, Feng Canglan hurriedly went to the toilet.

Hey, I drank too much cold water tonight, and I almost couldn't stabilize myself.

After going to the toilet, Feng Canglan returned the same way, halfway there, she looked at the figure blocking the way, her brows raised.

The distance is too far, and I can only see the back standing like a pine, and the tall and tall figure has the characteristics of bamboo, one of the four gentlemen.

Elegant and noble.

Approaching and using the night light to see his face clearly, Feng Canglan's eyes turned cold.

At this time, the voices of the two little maids from the fork in the road came to discuss, "In the past, the time for setting off fireworks is only half of this year."

"Yes, you can only watch it once a year, and it's a pity that you can only watch it for a short time."

"I heard that it was King Jin who ordered it to stay longer."

"Ah, it turned out to be King Jin, he really is a gentle gentleman."

The voice of discussion gradually died down, Zong Zhengjin stepped forward, noticed the cold light in Feng Canglan's eyes, and stopped his progress, "Lanlan, Happy New Year."

"I'm sorry about the past."

"I'm sorry, if it's useful, what do you need the national law for?" Feng Canglan said indifferently, walking past Zong Zhengjin.

When they passed each other, she noticed the sadness and scruples in Zong Zhengjin's body.

At this moment, the figure in front of him overlapped with the back of a child in his mind.

Those cold and unfeeling words, even mixed with attacks, choked in his throat.

Pulling away a distance, Feng Canglan suddenly stopped.

A gust of cold wind blew the hair from her temples fluttering. She looked at the boundless night sky without turning her head and said, "Happy New Year."

After finishing speaking, she left directly.

Zong Zhengjin, who was sad and lonely in the back, raised his head sharply, his pair of dim peach blossom eyes burst into light, and his ecstasy was not concealed at all.

Feng Canglan didn't know, but her casual blessing set off a storm in Zong Zhengjin's heart.

"My lord, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Let's go home." I was in a good mood, and my voice was soft.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes turned from the bright moon to Feng Canglan, his astigmatic eyes were tired, "Go home?"

"Yeah, it's getting late and we should go home."

"Okay, go home."

His faint voice was very small, and it disappeared when a gust of wind came.

It was already late at night when we returned to the palace, and Zong Zhengyu was already so drunk that he couldn't tell north from south.

Feng Canglan supported him to leave the hospital, he just wanted to go to a drop in the ocean.

There is no other way, Feng Canglan can only compromise.

Feng Canglan heaved a sigh of relief after helping Zong Zhengyu to the bed.

It was a cold winter night, and she helped take off her shoes and put her feet on them, and then pulled on the quilt cover before exhaling a foul breath.

Wiping the cold sweat off her forehead, she turned and left.

Just as he pulled away, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, Feng Canglan's heart skipped a beat and he cast his gaze away.

I saw that Zong Zhengyu's eyes were cloudy and blurred, and he could tell that he was not clearly drunk.

"Lan'er has rested."

Feng Canglan twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally responded, "Okay."

It was just a verbal perfunctory, but Zong Zhengyu kept staring at it.

There was no other way, Feng Canglan could only take off his clothes and climb up.

Seeing Feng Canglan go to bed to rest, Zong Zhengyu let go of his hands and closed his eyes.

After a while, there was a steady breathing sound.

It was cold and windy outside, and the candles flickered inside.

In the silence, Feng Canglan suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking sideways at Zong Zhengyu, who was sleeping soundly next to him, his expression was calm, and he climbed down from the bed cautiously.

Quickly dressed, a man's clothes set off the whole person is slender, and a hair tie can tie up the long hair and make it easy to dress lightly.

Go to the bookshelf, take down the books outside and expose the brocade box inside to the air.

She took it off carefully, for fear of making any noise.

Holding the brocade box, looking at the sleeping person on the bed.Thinking of getting along with each other for nearly a year, he said sincerely, "I wish you a bright future and a good relationship."

After leaving these words, Feng Canglan carried the brocade box to Huiyu's room.

The candlelight in the room was weak, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, Huiyu put away the half-written letter paper on the table, his face pale.

Feng Canglan frowned slightly, "You didn't sleep?"

"Can't sleep." Hui Yu walked over, seeing Feng Canglan's dress and the brocade box in his hand flashed a hint of surprise, "Miss, this is..."

"The time has come, let's go."

"Yes." Hui Yu's joy was beyond words.

Two figures shuttled through the night.

When he came to the main gate, Feng Canglan showed his token, and the guards ordered him to open the gate.

Feng Canglan clenched her hands, feeling excited.

Watching the door slowly open is like seeing a door to a better life in the future.

"crunch-"

The door of the mansion opened, Feng Canglan stepped across the threshold.

Ban Shun raised his foot, the dark surroundings were as bright as day——

(End of this chapter)