The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 21 Enough?

study
Zong Zhengyu turned the wheelchair to the desk and stopped.

"Fufeng, why did you leave Feng Canglan behind? It's so dangerous." Seeing Zong Zhengyu come back, Wen Fengjun began to preach.

"Feng Canglan is full of suspicions. If she is a spy sent by someone else, if you keep her in the room, isn't it giving her a chance to attack?"

Zong Zhengyu opened his eyes, his eyes were as deep as the night, "Do you think she can kill me?"

"She can't, but it's only a matter of revealing that you pretended to be unconscious."

"No problem."

The cold voice, like jade falling to the ground, has no warmth at all.

"No problem, you..."

Wen Fengjun was dumbfounded, and couldn't believe Zong Zhengyu would say such a thing.

"My lord, I don't intend to continue pretending."

"You..." Wen Fengjun replied subconsciously. After hearing the whole sentence clearly, he stood up and walked towards Zong Zhengyu, "Fufeng, what do you mean?"

"You're not going to pretend? Are you going to announce that you've woken up?"

Seeing his overreaction, Zong Zhengyu narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes slightly, "Is there a problem?"

"Yes! Of course there is!"

"The Immortal Ghost Hand Doctor has not been found, your poison has not been cured, and your leg has not been healed. Now you claim to have awakened. Isn't this handing the knife to the enemy?"

Wen Fengjun was anxious to tell Zong Zhengyu the seriousness of the matter.

"It's easy to hide your poison, but what about this leg?"

"The king regent is disabled, the court must reshuffle, and the other three kingdoms, knowing that you are disabled, must be ready to move."

"The enemies you have established over the years know that you have a broken leg, and they will definitely start revenge. No matter the cost, they will cut off all possibility of your recovery!"

Wen Fengjun sorted out the serious relationship one by one, but Zong Zhengyu turned a deaf ear to it.

After a long time, Wen Fengjun finally stopped talking.

Zong Zhengyu said without raising his head, "Is it finished?"

"Drink some tea when you're done."

"No, I've said so much, you just ignored it."

Zong Zhengyu stopped writing, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Fengjun, his eyes were as black as ink, "I have made up my mind, so there is no need to say it."

"Why did you stop pretending all of a sudden? You pretended for two years. If you don't pretend now, wouldn't everything before come to naught?"

Zong Zhengyu didn't respond, and continued with his business with his head bowed.

Wen Fengjun pulled his lips and chuckled, "Don't say?"

"Then let me guess."

"Is it because of one person?"

Zong Zhengyu paused slightly, "No."

"It's because of her!" Wen Fengjun didn't believe it, and his voice increased.

"No."

"that is!"

"My king said no!"

Suddenly, there was a silence in the study.

The two looked at each other, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"Okay." Wen Fengjun was defeated first, "You can come however you want, and I will accompany you."

After leaving these words, Wen Fengjun slammed the door out, and the house returned to calm.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes fell on the entire ruined calligraphy and painting, and he lifted the calligraphy and painting with both hands and tore them apart from the middle, "Tear——"

With gloomy and cold eyes, he crumpled up the torn calligraphy and painting and threw it aside, "No!"

The darkness gradually devours the sky, and countless stars break through the night.

"crunch-"

The sound of the door opening sounded, and Feng Canglan, who was lying on the bed with his mind empty, instantly condensed his thoughts, and turned his eyes to the door.

I saw Zong Zhengyu turning his wheelchair and coming from the night.

When the door was closed, the moonlight shone on his icy face, which made people feel a sense of fear for no reason.

A gust of air-conditioning hit Feng Canglan, and he became sober in an instant.

Looking at the figure who came in, he said, "Husband."

Zong Zhengyu didn't respond, Feng Canglan only felt that the whole house was plunged into the icy cold of the twelfth lunar month.

This dog man, uncle is here again?
He was fine when he left, but he changed his face when he came back.

In his previous life, Zong Zhengyu was a Sichuan opera face, so it can be changed.

"Have you had your meal, sir? Someone delivered the meal just now, and I ate it myself without waiting for you before you came back. I'm sorry."

Feng Canglan looked at him carefully.

"Use it." Zong Zhengyu gave a charitable reply and walked towards the side bath.

Nothing to do, Feng Canglan lay down to rest, with the quilt covering her belly, swaying leisurely with her legs crossed.

Life is hard, and living under Zong Zhengyu's eyes is even more difficult.

This is where people live.

She has to speed up the progress. Although she has a strong heart and strong resistance to pressure, she can't stand Zong Zhengyu's toss.

Thinking about things in his mind, he didn't notice Zong Zhengyu who had already returned from the bath.

Until she noticed a gaze looking at her, she was startled, quickly retracted her dangling legs, and grabbed the quilt to cover herself.

"Good evening my husband~"

She yelled, raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Zong Zhengyu quietly, only to see him pulling a silk handkerchief to wipe the water stains on his face.

Originally, I just took a sneak peek, but I couldn't take it back after I saw it.

The thin layer of obscene clothes shook because of Zong Zhengyu's movements, and the abdominal muscles inside were faintly visible.Occasionally, his mermaid line can be seen when the obscene clothes are attached to his body...

Tsk tsk, a man with a two-year-old leg and a mermaid line of abdominal muscles, how can those people who can run and jump but have a general belly all day long live.

Moreover, in her memory, his muscles seemed to feel good.

what!She is so hungry, and when she gets the things, she must also find a little brother with abdominal muscles and mermaid lines.

The more he thought about it, the more wanton Feng Canglan's eyes became.

It's like a wolf that hasn't eaten for a long time suddenly sees a prey that can have a full meal.

"Have you seen enough?"

A magnetic and cold voice sounded, Feng Canglan was still immersed in the beauty, and responded instinctively, "m..."

As soon as he uttered a sound, Feng Canglan felt the sharp gaze, and swallowed back the words in an instant!

Showing a bright signature smile, he began to blow hard.

"My husband's figure..."

I wanted to say that my figure is really good, but I felt a little frivolous and couldn't speak well, so I changed my words, "My husband's figure is really well managed."

"Yes... we can communicate if we have time."

Zong Zhengyu stared at Feng Canglan silently, his eyes were dark and cold.

Feng Canglan felt a chill down his spine.

Aww, what did she say wrong again?
(End of this chapter)