The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 217 My People Only I Can Bully

Feng Canglan Qiushui's eyes shone with a cold light, and his face was full of gloom.

His gaze passed over several handsome young masters, and landed on Zong Zhengyu, who was curled up in a corner with footprints all over his body.

"Boss, it seems to be the regent princess." One of them grabbed the leader tightly.

The head pushes away arrogantly, with disdain on his face, "Master, I am not even afraid of the regent, but are you afraid of a regent princess?"

"Idiot!" Feng Canglan's ice-cold voice sounded, squatting in the corner with his arms around his head, and raised his head with your "swipe".

The bruises all over his face were exposed to the air, and his cheeks were slightly swollen, which showed that he had been severely beaten.

The moment he saw it, Feng Canglan suddenly became violent.

Pulling out the hairpin and looking back, the sharp hairpin pierced Young Master's neck.

It's so fast, you can't dodge it.

The young master's pupils dilated, his face was blushed, and his frightened and downcast eyes fixed on the hairpin that stopped an inch from his neck.

Feng Canglan frowned and restrained.

Now Zong Zhengyu is stupid, if he blatantly kills these people, his family members may attack them.

and……

She glanced at Zong Zhengyu out of the corner of her eye, seeing his innocent and innocent appearance put away his hairpin.

Now Zong Zhengyu's mentality is like a child, and killing people in front of him may leave a psychological shadow.

Feng Canglan put away the hairpin, before the Second Patriarch came back to his senses, he hit it softly.

The sound of fists and feet sounded for nearly half a cup of tea, and finally stopped.

The three second-generation ancestors who were full of arrogance just now all fell to the ground and screamed, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and their parents couldn't recognize them.

Feng Canglan rubbed his wrists, watching the three of them cover their faces and howl with cold eyes.

After kneading her wrists, she took a step forward, and the three second-generation ancestors who were beaten hurriedly moved back, looking at Feng Canglan's terrified face.

The corner of Feng Canglan's clothes stepped on someone's robe, slowly leaned over, and patted the swollen cheek of the Second Patriarch, "My people, only I can bully them!"

"What are you guys!"

Every time Feng Canglan slapped, the second generation ancestor's body trembled.

"Anyone who dares to touch my wife!"

"Miss." Zong Zhengyu's hoarse voice had a hint of crying, Feng Canglan withdrew his hand and turned around.

Seeing this, the three second-generation ancestors hurried away dragging their almost maimed bodies.

Zong Zhengyu sat in the corner, looking up at Feng Canglan with teary eyes, full of grievances.

Feng Canglan cursed with hatred, "What's the use of you!"

"It was beaten like this by three minions!"

After the lecture, Zong Zhengyu was pulled up, and he stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears that welled up in his eyes.

"Idiot! What's the use of crying!"

"Whoever hits you, you hit back!"

"No one can bully you except me!"

"Woooooo..." Zong Zhengyu held his mouth, and the bruises on his face made him look weak and pitiful.

Make people feel pity.

"It's okay to be beaten, but someone even slapped you in the face. Don't you know how to protect your face?"

"My lady..." Zong Zhengyu's voice sounded aggrieved, and Feng Canglan glared again, "I used to have such a bad face, I deserved to be beaten."

She pulled Zong Zhengyu and walked towards the palace, "Let you play in the garden, you deserve to be beaten for sneaking out."

Feng Canglan was like an old woman who was thinking about it all the way, and she had never heard of it before.

After taking Zong Zhengyu back to a drop in the ocean, he took out the medicine box and began to clean the wound and apply medicine.

"With such a beautiful face, I don't know how to protect it well."

Zong Zhengyu sat obediently, as quiet as a doll.

It's just that the crow-feather-like eyelashes are trembling.

After applying the medicine on her face, her eyes scanned the white brocade robe covered with footprints.

"Is there any pain in your body?"

"Yes." Zong Zhengyu's weak voice sounded, Feng Canglan glanced at him, "You still know the pain, I thought you didn't know the pain."

"I can't fight back when I'm beaten, and I don't know how to call someone."

"You really can stay."

"Take off your clothes, and I'll give you medicine."

"Oh." With a muffled reply, Zong Zhengyu unbuttoned his clothes.

The thick brocade robes were withdrawn layer by layer, revealing his delicate collarbone and muscular chest muscles.

Swiping his eyes, he landed on the tender new flesh of his lower abdomen, Feng Canglan's eyes froze slightly.

That was when she was stopped on New Year's Eve when she was about to leave...

"My lady, I'm fine." Seeing that Feng Canglan didn't respond, Zong Zhengyu called softly.

Feng Canglan instantly regained his senses and looked at Zong Zhengyu who had only been wearing obscene trousers for a day, and pulled him to the bed and wrapped him in a quilt, leaving only the bruises on his arms.

Then apply medicine to each position one by one.

When she saw the abdominal scar, she lightly brushed the soft pink flesh with her onion fingers, "Does it still hurt here?"

"It doesn't hurt." Zong Zhengyu shook his head foolishly, looking at the little milk dog who fell into the water.

Feng Canglan looked away, and continued to wipe the bruised part.

Seeing a large bruise on the abdomen, the color in Feng Canglan's eyes became colder by two points.

Should have lifted a few more feet just now.

Feng Canglan was devoted and serious, and did not notice Zong Zhengyu's dark eyes and the faintly protruding veins on his forehead.

Feng Canglan took the medicine all the way down, and Feng Canglan noticed something strange about his body.

Feng Canglan showed astonishment, looked up, met Shang Zong Zhengyu's innocent and obscure eyes, two blushes quickly appeared on his face, and swallowed involuntarily.

"My lady, I'm so uncomfortable." Zong Zhengyu's magnetic voice was a little hoarse.

Feng Canglan's face was so red that he could bleed, so he quickly put down the ointment.

In a panic, he got a lot of bottles and jars in the medicine cabinet.

"Wipe it yourself." After leaving these words, Feng Canglan quickly left and opened the door.

The cold air blowing towards her face chilled her hot face by two points. She covered her face with her hands, and her bright autumn eyes kept flickering.

He scolded himself fiercely in his heart, "What a pervert! Zong Zhengyu is thinking childishly now, she actually!!"

Thinking of his dirty thoughts, Feng Canglan cursed himself again.

Looking back at the closed door behind her, Feng Canglan patted her cheek, "If you think about anything, you are a fool."

After calming down, Feng Canglan pushed open the door and went back.

Zong Zhengyu sat on the bed wrapped in the quilt, still in the same posture as when he was just taking the medicine.

She intentionally avoided that spiritual place, but her sense of presence was too strong to be ignored at all, and she looked as if she was about to break out of the ground.

Looking out of the corner of the eye, Feng Canglan only felt his cheeks burn.

Beast, Feng Canglan!

Being single for too long makes me feel like a fool.

"My lady." Zong Zhengyu's crisp voice was a little hoarse than before, and his long and narrow sleeping phoenix eyes were a little red.

The iron jaw collapsed, and the blue veins on his face were particularly obvious, obviously trying to restrain himself.

"My lady is uncomfortable." His clear eyes were extremely hot, and he cast a look of help to Feng Canglan.

Feng Canglan's earlobes were all together, and his eyes flickered.

! !
It's useless to tell her uncomfortable!

"Ma'am." Zong Zhengyu called out urgently for help, and he threw off the quilt and ran over to hug her.

Feng Canglan's face flushed red as a hard object poked at his side waist——

(End of this chapter)