The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 232 Then when will we leave the Prince Regent's Mansion?

"Which hand touched Zong Zhengyu?"

Feng Canglan tapped his stick to the left, "This?"

Feng Ling hid back, she smiled and nodded to the right, "Or this one?"

"Or, did you touch both?"

Feng Ling's tearful eyes were full of fear, she regretted it at this moment, she shouldn't listen to people's instigation, she shouldn't...

"Oh, two hands." Feng Canglan smiled like Maitreya Buddha.

"what!"

"what--"

Feng Ling's heart-piercing screams spread, and his face turned pale.

Both hands were pulled together in the sleeves without any strength.

She was in cold sweat from the pain, looking at Feng Canglan was like seeing a ghost from hell.

Feng Canglan threw the stick to the side with a "slap", "Throw him back, and call for a doctor in two days."

"Let her remember what she can think about and what she can't think about."

Two guards outside dragged Feng Ling out, and there were only two people left in the room.

She turned around and narrowed her beautiful eyes, looking at Zong Zhengyu, whose clothes were messy and his cheeks were flushed.

At this moment, his eyes were red, as if the medicine had worn off, and there were tears in his eyes, and he looked extremely wronged.

"Ma'am~" he said weakly, and came over with small steps, holding Feng Canglan's cuffs with both hands and shaking them gently.

As soon as he held it, he was pulled away by Feng Canglan, "Don't touch me!"

Depend on!
Her cub got dirty by that little bitch Feng Ling!

Zong Zhengyu seemed to be hurt by Feng Canglan's actions, he lowered his head and wept secretly, sobbing and choking softly.

Feng Canglan glared viciously, "You still have the nerve to cry!"

Now he cried even harder, Feng Canglan said impatiently, "Prepare water."

After a while, the guard came in carrying the tub.

Feng Canglan dragged Zong Zhengyu inside, then pushed him in.

"Where she touched you, wash it off by yourself."

"It's dirty!"

Zong Zhengyu huddled in the small bathtub, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.

"Obviously she said you brought the plum cake."

"Do you believe what she says?" Feng Canglan crossed her arms around her chest, looking like a vicious daughter-in-law and tigress, "Then she tells you to die, do you want to go or not!"

"Wow." Zong Zhengyu burst into tears without any scruples about his image.

While crying, he choked up and complained, "My wife is killing me!"

"The lady doesn't love me anymore!"

"The lady is bad!"

His voice was getting louder and louder, just like a brat crying and shouting.

Feng Canglan was already angry, but now he was crying even more because of such a mess at the critical moment of refining medicine.

"I'm just bad!"

"I'll kill you! I just don't like you!"

"You play with themselves!"

After shouting, he stormed the door angrily and left.

Alchemy refining is more important now, there will be plenty of time for this matter in the future, and it can be resolved slowly.

Feng Canglan broke through the door, Zong Zhengyu's crying and roaring became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped.

The childish expression instantly subsided, and there was a smile in the long and narrow phoenix eyes.

My mind is full of Feng Canglan's words, my man dares to think about it.

Not bad.

He stood up from the tub, broke through the water, stepped out of the tub, and put on the clean clothes that Feng Canglan had placed beside him before leaving.

His slender fingers caressed the embroidery, and his thin lips slightly curled up, revealing a satisfied smile.

On the other side, Feng Canglan returned to the house.

Yin returned to the dark place only when he saw people coming back, "No one came during the period, right?"

"No." Yin cherished words like gold.

Feng Canglan nodded and continued to watch, and let's talk about everything after refining the medicine.

Ever since Feng Ling failed to climb the bed and was interrupted with her hands, she no longer dared to be a monster, including the people who lived here.

All of them lost their arrogance at the beginning, and all huddled in the house as quails.

Without the interruption of other things, it was the last day of refining medicine.

The further you go, the stronger the herbal flavor becomes.

A drop in the ocean can smell the smell of herbs for three miles around.

Outside the courtyard, Zong Zhengyu was dressed in a crescent white brocade robe, which set off his innocence and innocence.

The sunlight shone on his profile, casting a layer of soft light on his whole body, which softened the originally stern and resolute outline.

Coupled with his clean and clear eyes, the whole person is not stained with dust.

Warm, sunny and soft.

As the breeze blew, the black hair on his forehead floated gently, like a handsome man.

His long and narrow phoenix eyes stared at the courtyard for a moment, and his hands under the cuffs tightened slightly.

The last day.

Almost done.

If you succeed, you should...

His crow-feather eyelashes fluttered slightly, and under the sunlight, a shadow appeared on the lower eyelid.

Slightly narrowing her phoenix eyes, the slender eyelashes concealed the struggling look in her eyes.

Zong Zhengyu stood quietly at the gate of the courtyard, the sun shone on his heartfelt sadness, which should be warm, but gave off a feeling of scruples and loneliness.

Although there is a warm sun hanging high in the sky, it does not affect the cold wind at all.

Zong Zhengyu seemed to be unable to feel it, standing at the door and watching the time go by little by little, watching the warm sun gradually set, watching the twilight gradually rise.

Inside the room, Feng Canglan looked at the successfully condensed antidote and carefully poured it out, the excitement between his brows was hard to hide.

"It's done."

"It's done!"

finally!Can return to normal!
Feng Canglan didn't deliberately suppress his voice, Zong Zhengyu outside the courtyard trembled when he heard the excited voice coming from inside.

He raised his head slowly, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were devoid of any warmth, and he closed his eyes to the sky, his long and cheerful figure blended into the night.

It was a success...

it worked...

Feng Canglan carefully held the antidote, her beautiful eyes shone brightly as if she saw hope.

She held the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Mouthful of bitterness, but extraordinarily sweet.

Putting down the medicine bowl heavily, Yin jumped down from the beam and congratulated in that cold voice, "Congratulations, you finally succeeded."

Hui Yu, who was guarding outside the door, also pushed the door in, with a look of excitement on his face, "Congratulations, Miss, I have finally practiced the antidote."

"At most three days, you can fully recover."

Feng Canglan's voice couldn't hide his excitement.

Counting two years of stupidity into this year, it has been three years since I lost my inner strength.

Finally back to normal, can you not be happy!
The three people in the house were happy, and Zong Zhengyu outside the courtyard was sad and lonely.

You should be happy.

Zong Zhengyu was about to turn around and leave, when the voice in the room stopped him.

"Miss has already taken the antidote, so when shall we leave the Prince Regent's Mansion?"

Zong Zhengyu's handsome and unparalleled cheeks froze instantly, and the blood flowed backwards all over his body.

I want to leave quickly, and I don't want to listen to the next words, but my legs are as heavy as gold, and it is difficult to move.

He wanted to stay and listen to her plan.

It's like a bet, the one in a thousand chance of winning.

Bet, they have been together for such a long time, does Feng Canglan have any compassion, is there a little moved, is there even a moment of temptation for him.

Bet on whether she will change her mind and choose to stay.

Zong Zhengyu's hands were clenched tightly, his jaw was tense, his sword eyebrows were raised, and his thin lips were pursed into a line.

Listen to the answer inside.

The heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, and the tightly packed hands trembled involuntarily.

The half-drawn eyelids and the twilight hide the crazy hope under his pupils.

The night breeze stopped at this moment, and the surroundings were quiet.

It seems that everything is waiting, Feng Canglan's answer.

Feng Canglan's eyes froze slightly, and she didn't know how to answer for a moment.

She should be straightforward and very straightforward in replying.

But for some reason, she hesitated.

Facing Hui Yu's gaze, Feng Canglan's vermilion lips lightened, "I..."

(End of this chapter)