The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 219 Your Highness King Jin, Has No One Taught You To Knock On The Door?

Inside the house, Zong Zhengyu held Feng Canglan in his arms, kissing Feng Canglan's cheek like a chicken pecking at rice.

Hearing the sound of the door opening from behind, Feng Canglan hurriedly pulled it open, "Quickly let go, someone is coming."

Zong Zhengyu pouted, and reluctantly let go.

Feng Canglan glanced at him, his eyes warned not to mess around, and turned to look outside the door.

The moment she saw it, her eyes turned cold instantly.

Outside the door, the man looked at Feng Canglan with a blushing complexion and a messy bun.

Looking past Feng Canglan and looking at Zong Zhengyu behind him, the clothes he was originally wearing were now loose at the neckline.

You can see the bruises on your chest.

His eyes turned to his hand again, a white handkerchief was stained with blood.

This series of events were connected in series, and the blood flowed back from his whole body, and he only felt cold all over.

"His Royal Highness Jin, did no one teach you that you need to knock on the door before entering?"

Feng Canglan's voice was icy cold, and the gaze he looked at Zong Zhengjin was a little bit colder than the cold wind outside.

Zong Zhengjin seemed to have been stabbed in the heart, pulling his stiff face, "I forgot it for a while."

"Get out!" Feng Canglan sternly said.

Zong Zhengjin clenched his hands under the cuffs, exited the room and closed the door, and then knocked on the door, "Bang bang bang!"

"Enter."

Zong Zhengjin pushed the door open and entered, bowing and saluting, "Uncle Seventh Emperor, Seventh Emperor...Auntie."

The phrase Aunt Seven Emperors lingered in his mouth for a long time before he could squeeze it out.

Feng Canglan sat at the wooden table with an indifferent expression, like a stern elder.

"I don't know why King Jin came to the Regent's Palace."

Hearing Feng Canglan's sharp tone, Zong Zhengjin felt as if his heart was being pricked by a needle, and the injury in his pupils flashed away, and he returned to the gentle and refined King Jin in a moment, "Father heard that Uncle Seventh Emperor was not in good health, so he ordered him to die." Rong Jin brought the imperial physician to take a look."

"Heh." Feng Canglan smiled sarcastically, "It's really brotherly love, I'm sorry."

As soon as the news came out, I was afraid that there would be no rush to verify whether Zong Zhengyu was really stupid or not.

"Idiot, go over and let them check the pulse." Feng Canglan said to Zong Zhengyu who was standing behind and pinching her shoulders.

"it is good."

Zong Zhengyu did not disobey Feng Canglan's order.

In the past few days, those who have been trained to go east and never go west exist.

Zong Zhengyu took his seat, and the imperial physician came in with a medicine box on his back to diagnose the pulse.

Feng Canglan sat beside her, drinking tea calmly.

During the pulse diagnosis, Zong Zhengjin looked back and forth in front of Feng Canglan and Zong Zhengyu.

Looking at Feng Canglan's messy bun and red cheeks, staring at the red marks and bruises on Zong Zhengyu's chest full of ambiguity.

The picture of opening the door came to mind, and his heart sank continuously until it was as cold as ice.

How can it be!

Lanlan will never be tempted by Zong Zhengyu!

Zong Zhengyu is not Lan Lan's favorite type at all!
The imperial physician withdrew his pulse-taking hand and looked at King Jin respectfully, "I report to King Jin, the regent princess. The regent seems to have brain congestion, which caused dementia."

"En." Zong Zhengjin replied in a gentle voice, waving his hand to let the imperial physician back down.

The imperial physician packed the medicine box and turned to leave the room.

Zong Zhengjin ignored Zong Zhengyu who was sitting on the side, and strode towards Feng Canglan, "Lan Lan, how are you doing these days?"

His tone was gentle and intimate, Feng Canglan paused slightly with his hand holding the teacup, opened his eyes and glanced lightly, "I don't need King Jin to worry about how my princess is doing."

"Since I have already visited, I will not send it away."

Feng Canglan's attitude was indifferent, and he issued orders to chase away guests in disguise.

Zong Zhengjin seemed to have never heard of it, and still cared softly, "Lan Lan, what the Seventh Emperor Uncle looks like now..."

In the middle of speaking, he only felt that the edge was on his back——

(End of this chapter)