The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 22 If I don't sleep, where will I sleep?

Zong Zhengyu looked at Feng Canglan who covered his head with a quilt, his eyes darkened.

Push the wheelchair to the side of the bed, and sit on the bed with the armrests supported.

Feeling the sudden sinking of the bed, Feng Canglan lifted a little of the quilt to reveal a gap and looked out.

Zong Zhengyu Wei'an's tall body came into view, and Feng Canglan rushed up from the bed, "You..."

"You...you sleep here?" Feng Canglan stuttered for a long time.

Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes were dark, "Where can I sleep if I don't sleep here?"

"No... no, you..."

Feng Canglan pointed to Zong Zhengyu and then looked at himself, and began to speak uncomfortably again.

no!What's up with Zong Zhengyu?
Isn't it just laying the floor or asking the subordinates to move another bed?
What is this for?To share the bed with her?
"If you can't say it, don't say it."

The man's voice was cold and piercing, and Feng Canglan, who was about to speak, regained his senses in an instant.

Calm down, she can't offend this man now.

Otherwise, the little favorability she just got was gone, and she would cry blind.

"Cang... Cang Lan is excited, I... I can't control it."

"I'm so happy, I'll be fine in a while."

As she spoke, Feng Canglan shyly lowered her flushed cheeks.

Zong Zhengyu looked at Feng Canglan silently, feeling the sight from the side, Feng Canglan's heart was pounding in shock, and he didn't dare to move a bit.

Suddenly, Zong Zhengyu chuckled, looked away, and lay down to sleep.

Feng Canglan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person lying down from the corner of his eye.

He let go of the hand pinching his thigh under the quilt, and took a dark breath.

Almost played out of order, too flustered to blush and didn't put it on.

It hurts to pinch!
Just worked hard.

Feng Canglan moved in a few times, lay down on the innermost side, and distanced herself from Zong Zhengyu.

The difference is clear.

But he didn't realize that the complexion of the man next to him had suddenly darkened in this instant.

There was a stranger lying next to her, and Feng Canglan had slept in the afternoon, so now Feng Canglan didn't feel sleepy at all, and she was extraordinarily energetic.

Hearing the ups and downs of breathing nearby, Feng Canglan slightly opened his eyes, and half-closed his eyes to peek at Zong Zhengyu.

He could be seen clearly through the moonlight shining in through the window.

The front face is already stunning in the world, but the side face is even more critical.

The outline is clear, and the sword-shaped eyebrows that enter the temples are matched with the pair of narrow and long Ruifeng eyes.

The eyelashes are also long, which is almost two centimeters, right?
Watching, Feng Canglan's hand was pulled out from the quilt, and stretched out towards Zong Zhengyu in a strange way.

Onion caressed Zong Zhengyu's eyelashes with his fingers, and said carefully, "It's so beautiful."

She will also find a husband who is as good-looking as Zong Zhengyu in the future.

wrong!To look better.

Moreover, his temper can't be as bad as his, changing his face at every turn.

Not to mention keeping silent and letting the air-conditioning frighten people.

"These eyelashes are longer than mine." Feng Canglan touched the eyelashes on one side and then on the other, "A big man grows so long, it makes me feel ashamed as a woman."

Zong Zhengyu suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, his deep eyes hid endless darkness, looking at her.

"what!"

Feng Canglan's pupils shrank, she was so frightened that she quickly pulled her hands away!

But Zong Zhengyu grabbed his wrist and pulled it, and he rolled and fell directly on Zong Zhengyu.

lie!
The kind like bastard!

The flying quilt slowly fell, completely covering the two of them under the quilt.

There was darkness in the quilt, but the man's fiery breath sprayed on Feng Canglan's neck.

She swallowed hard in her throat, and twisted her grasped wrist to try to struggle again.

"Don't move." A mellow and deep voice rang in his ears, Feng Canglan lay on Zong Zhengyu's body and froze suddenly.

The surroundings were silent, Feng Canglan could hear his own heartbeat, and Zong Zhengyu's heartbeat.

"Why..." Feng Canglan's weak voice sounded, but was interrupted by a voice first.

"There's someone outside."

Feng Canglan: ...

Lying on Zong Zhengyu's body, he didn't dare to make a sound, his whole heart was hanging in the air.

Zong Zhengyu's guess was really good, and the emperor sent someone to investigate.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

She lay on Zong Zhenglin's chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, she felt inexplicably at ease.

"Gah-"

A small voice sounded, and Feng Canglan's men who were supporting the bed subconsciously gathered Zong Zhengyu's clothes tightly.

A few light footsteps came immediately.

The moonlight shone on a long sword, reflecting a dazzling cold light.

Feng Canglan tensed up.

Countless men in black had already approached, and as the sword light in their hands turned, Feng Canglan squeezed Zong Zhengyu's hand tightly.

However, at this very moment...

"when!"

The sword in the hands of the man in black fell to the ground, followed by the sound of weapons colliding one after another.

Feng Canglan lifted the quilt to see, but the quilt rose into the air and blocked her sight.

In the ear, Zong Zhengyu said calmly, "Bloody."

"Blood..." Bloody?
What are you kidding?This?bloody……

Well, her character design in Zong Zhengyu's place is not very able to watch such a scene.

There are assassins and hidden guards fighting outside, as a normal boudoir lady, should she seem to be afraid now?
"Husband!"

Feng Canglan hugged Zong Zhengyu's neck fiercely with both hands, crying with trembling voice.

"Husband, Cang Lan is so scared." As she spoke, she hugged her even tighter.

Zong Zhengyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to break her hand away.

Oddly enough, the hand outstretched in mid-air suddenly stopped.

He just wrapped her in his arms calmly, and pressed her head against his chest without any explanation, and blocked all the swords, lights and swords outside for her.

After some time, the sound of fighting outside finally stopped.

Inside the house, there was already a strong smell of blood.

Feng Canglan frowned slightly.

Zong Zhengyu has calmly loosened his hands around her waist.

"You go to sleep first."

With a deep voice, he put on his clothes, opened the curtain and walked out.

Outside the tent, there was a pile of corpses, and blood flowed like a river.

The dark guards knelt in two neat rows and waited for orders.

"My lord, all twenty assassins are here, not one of them."

"Clean up."

"Yes."

The dark guard took the lead and started to act.

After half a stick of incense, the smell of blood in the room dissipated, and the dark guard quietly exited the room.

Zong Zhengyu turned around, only to see Feng Canglan's bright eyes, showing no sign of sleepiness at all.

"Husband, the reason why the emperor came to the mansion today is because he had doubts about you pretending to be in a coma for a while, and all his people have come and gone tonight, so I'm afraid his suspicions about you will increase again."

"Then don't pretend." Zong Zhengyu's magnetic voice sounded.

"real!?"

Hearing this, Feng Canglan's eyes lit up.

Her overreaction made Zong Zhengyu's slightly narrowed phoenix eyes see a gleam of coldness, and he licked at her with a cold voice:

"you are happy?"

(End of this chapter)