The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 208 Princess, where are you going in the middle of the night?
Feng Canglan raised his head sharply, the guards in front stood in two rows, each holding torches.

Brightly illuminate the road ahead.

"Princess, where are you going in the middle of the night?"

The clear voice was more piercing than the howling cold wind, Feng Canglan shuddered subconsciously, only feeling chills all over his body.

She looked up mechanically, and saw a tall and straight figure standing in the cold wind beyond the flames in front of her.

His figure moved slightly and stepped forward.

Walking into the light, it seems to come from the darkness, and is the master of the night.

His appearance is clear under the warm fire light.

Feng Canglan's expression froze, his legs turned to stone.

how come!

Zong Zhengyu!
Shouldn't he be drunk and lying on the bed and sleeping soundly?
Zong Zhengyu was dressed in a dark red brocade robe, and the dark patterns were radiant, making him even more coquettish.

With a kind smile on the corner of his mouth, and a red sandalwood Buddha bead in his hand, he walked step by step.

Every time he took a step, Feng Canglan felt his heart tremble.

That step, like stepping on the tip of her heart, made it difficult for her to breathe.

"Lan'er?" His scorching breath sprayed on Feng Canglan's pale face, and his tone was gentle and tender.

Those words that were gentle enough to drown made Feng Canglan's hairs stand up, and his blood flowed backwards.

"The winter night is cold, so Lan'er doesn't pay attention." Zong Zhengyu brushed Feng Canglan's broken hair that was blown by the night wind behind his ears.

Wendao from the side put the black cloak on Feng Canglan's shoulders in his hand, and said softly, "If Lan'er gets cold, Husband will be worried."

There was black fox fur around the neck, which further accentuated Feng Canglan's pale face.

She settled down, and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Why is the prince here?"

Zong Zhengyu smiled lightly, "Where should my husband be if he is not here?"

"Is it because Lan'er was drunk and lay unconscious on the bed?"

Feng Canglan's expression became even uglier.

Zong Zhengyu didn't seem to notice it, and pinched Feng Canglan's cheek, "Don't Lan'er know? I am my husband, but I am known as the title of never getting drunk after a thousand cups."

"You..." Feng Canglan's pupils dilated, her whole body was icy cold.

Looking at Zong Zhengyu, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Zong Zhengyu pretending to be drunk?
why?
Spotted her plan?when!
It really is a thousand-year-old fox!
"It's really cute." He lightly squeezed Feng Canglan's cold face that was blown by the wind, "So, where is Lan'er planning to go late at night?"

"Huh?" Zong Zhengyu's tone was kind and persuasive.

Feng Canglan took half a step back as if seeing something terrifying.

"madman!"

Zong Zhengyu is going crazy, she has no time to continue playing with her.

"Snapped!"

"Da da da."

The bracelet of Buddhist beads was broken suddenly, and the rosewood Buddhist beads were scattered all over the ground.

Zong Zhengyu's kind and gentle smile gradually became distorted and terrifying, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes rolled violently.

"Crazy?" He laughed frighteningly, staring at Feng Canglan and laughed wildly, "I'm a lunatic."

"I'm crazy."

"It's not good for you to provoke anyone, but you want to provoke me, a lunatic."

Zong Zhengyu's dark eyes were shining hotly, and his slender fingers pinched Feng Canglan's slender neck.

Push it against the door and keep tightening it.

Seeing this scene, Huiyu's eyes turned cold, and Zong Zhengyu slapped him three feet away as soon as he made a move.

"Want to go?"

"When you are on the street, you can come and go whenever you want?"

"Ahem..." Feng Canglan tightened her arms around the brocade box.

Grass!It's fucking crazy!
"Then go to hell!" Zong Zhengyu shrank his hands fiercely and Huiyu coughed up blood, who fell three feet away, "Miss!"

"Zong Zhengyu! I hate you!" Forced to give up the brocade box, she twisted Zong Zhengyu's arm with both hands.

Zong Zhengyu let go of the pain.

Feng Canglan was like a kite with a broken string, sliding down the gate of the mansion.

Wen Qingwen and the guards around looked at the purple pinch marks on Feng Canglan's neck and felt trembling in his heart.

If this continues, the princess must be strangled to death.

The prince suddenly exploded with hostility, and they couldn't stop it.

Feng Canglan lay limp on the ground with his back leaning against the mansion door, tears streaming down his body, his bright eyes were all gray, half-closed.

Once you close your eyes, it will be forever.

"Lan'er!" Zong Zhengyu growled hoarsely, his pupils crawling up blood-red spider threads.

Kneeling on the ground and looking at Feng Canglan who lost his life, his heart sank into Bingdi.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, even holding Feng Canglan's shoulder trembling.

"Lan'er, don't scare me."

Looking at the purple pinch mark on his neck, he quickly covered it with his hands, as if he had never hurt Feng Canglan in this way.

"Miss—" Hui Yu shouted heart-piercingly.

The broken sound made Zong Zhengyu panic even more, "Wen Fengjun!"

"Wen Fengjun—"

"Wen..." His voice was raised and then under-pitched.

Slowly lowering her head, watching the hairpin inserted into her chest rise slightly.

Facing Feng Canglan's bright smiling face, it was like a blooming twig flower, coquettish, frightening, and deadly.

"Is it cool?" Her tone was as cold as ice, with a frightening gloomy tone.

"Prince Regent." As soon as the three words fell, Feng Canglan's hairpin stuck into his chest was inserted deeper.

"Did I ever say that no one in the world can touch my Huiyu?"

"Anyone!" She squeezed the hairpin three points deeper.

The guards of the Prince Regent's Mansion surrounded him in unison, looking as if they were about to charge forward.

Zong Zhengyu stretched out his hand, and the guard who had rushed up had to retreat.

He looked at Feng Canglan and suddenly smiled, "Feng Canglan."

"You really have no heart."

"Does the regent know?" She let go of the golden hairpin, took out a handkerchief from her cuff and slowly wiped the blood on her fingers.

"I thought the prince knew all along." She smiled like a flower, and put the blood-stained handkerchief in Zong Zhengyu's arms, "I haven't found out for so long, the prince is really a waste."

She pushed Zong Zhengyu away, picked up the brocade box that fell on the ground and twisted her neck, "I can save you, but I can also kill you."

"Be good, huh?"

Hui Yu got up clutching her chest, and moved to Feng Canglan's side step by step.

They despise the young ladies of the world, and they are back again.

Or never left.

"For the sake of Jiuzulongmei, I won't care about today's affairs with you."

She helped Huiyu to leave without giving a single look to the back.

Stepping out of the mansion gate, the surrounding guards looked at each other and kept retreating.

After walking a few steps, Zong Zhengyu's sad and maniacal laughter spread.

Feng Canglan paused, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

"My dear princess, you don't really think you can leave, do you?" He seemed to say something very funny, laughing again and again.

Feng Canglan's spine stiffened, and he cursed, "Crazy."

After scolding, he pulled Huiyu to continue to leave, but his eyes were blurred, and finally it gradually became dark, and he fell down.

Zong Zhengyu's insane laughter filled his ears.

She felt her body lighten up, and the sinister and paranoid voice sounded, "Since you have lied to me, then lie to me for the rest of my life."

(End of this chapter)