The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 245 There is a person under his subordinates whose medical skills are comparable to ghost doctors
A loud noise broke the eye contact of several people.

One of the dark guards fell to the ground, with blood dripping from his head and forming a small pool of blood on the ground.

The pupils of the rest of the dark guards were shaking like chaff.

"Have you figured out how to reply to the king?" Zong Zhengjin elegantly sipped the steaming tea in his hand, completely unable to tell that he had killed someone just now.

As if he had crushed an ant to death, he didn't care.

"Snapped!"

All the hidden guards felt their scalps go numb from Zong Zhengjin's light stare, they knelt on the ground in unison, "Subordinates..."

"This king doesn't want to listen to nonsense." His faint voice sounded, and the dark guard's heart sank and his head sank even lower, "It was Mr. Sang who stopped us from reporting."

Zong Zhengjin paused for a moment while sipping tea, and put down the teacup calmly, with a sinister smile on his thin lips.

"This king doesn't know that your master has become Mr. Sang." His flat voice sounded without any ups and downs.

All the hidden guards trembled even more, and they all started to stammer, "My lord, all the information we sent back... was... all intercepted by Mr. Sang."

Zong Zhengjin's peach-blossom eyes froze, and the temperature in them dropped rapidly, and even his face, which was as warm as jade, looked extraordinarily cold.

"I see." He nodded lightly, and said nothing more.

Seeing that Zong Zhengjin had no intention of pursuing the matter, all the hidden guards breathed a sigh of relief.

"Snapped!"

"Clap clap clap!"

A series of voices sounded, and the people who were standing just now all fell to the ground without breathing.

Zong Zhengjin straightened his cuffs and took a slow sip of hot tea, as if he couldn't see the corpse in the wing room at all, and he wasn't affected by the bloody smell at all.

"Bang bang bang."

The knock on the door interrupted the silence in the room, and Zong Zhengjin's cold voice sounded, "Come in."

The figure of the person outside the house who was about to open the door to enter paused, noticing Zong Zhengjin's abnormality.

The next moment, he pushed open the door.

Seeing the corpses all over the floor, he quickly closed the door.

Glancing at Zong Zhengjin, who seemed to be fine, he frowned, and finally stepped over a group of corpses, "My lord...this is..."

"Neglect of duty, disloyal to master."

Zong Zhengjin opened his eyes, those shining peach blossom eyes were like a pool of stagnant water at the moment, without any fluctuation.

Noticing this, my heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

"Yun Sang, when did your hands get so long?"

"It's all reaching to this king."

"Or, do you think you can tell me what to do with this king?"

Yun Sang's body trembled, and a trace of panic flashed in his pupils, did His Highness know?
What do you know?
If he knew everything, he might be...

Zong Zhengjin stood up slowly, gracefully and calmly stepped over the corpse and came to Yun Sang's side.

He patted Yun Sang's lapel with his knuckle-boned hands, and then thoughtfully adjusted the neckline for her, "Master Sang, did this king tell you not to meddle in your own business!"

Zong Zhengjin's originally flat voice was suddenly cold, and the hand that straightened the neckline suddenly pinched Yun Sang's neck.

Yun Sang left the ground completely, her face flushed and she struggled to breathe.

"Ahem, Your Highness..."

"Your Highness..." Yun Sang stared at Zong Zhengjin with almost pleading eyes, but he didn't let go of his cold eyes.

"You have repeatedly pointed fingers at this king's affairs."

"Master Sang, do you think this king won't do anything to you?" Zong Zhengjin's gentle facial features were soaked in hostility, and his whole person was gloomy and terrifying.

Those eyes were not gentle and refined, only vicious.Like a poisonous snake whose territory has been violated, it will bite at any time with its snake letter.

"Your Highness, this subordinate made a mistake..."

"Subordinates don't dare anymore..."

Yun Sang's voice of begging for mercy became smaller and smaller, watching Zong Zhengjin's eyes filled with fear.

He's not...he's what he is now, it's really going to kill him.

"Your Highness, my subordinates are willing to sacrifice meritorious deeds."

"Subordinates... There is a person whose medical skills are comparable to ghost doctors, and he will definitely be able to save...the regent princess."

"I beg my lord to give my subordinates... the opportunity to make meritorious deeds..."

Yun Sang tried her best to finish speaking intermittently.

Zong Zhengjin, who was full of murderous intent, let go suddenly, and Yun Sang fell to the ground with a "slap".

She breathed greedily, and she no longer wanted to feel the despair, fear and... heartache of being on the verge of death.

The killing intent in Zong Zhengjin's eyes dissipated, and he squatted halfway and looked at Yun Sang who was lying on the ground with a slight smile, "If Feng Canglan has any problems, you will not survive."

Yun Sang looked at Zong Zhengjin with strange eyes, as if she had never known him before.

Zong Zhengjin stood up slowly, with a beautiful and gentle appearance, "However, Mr. Sang's subordinates have always been able to do better than others, and I will definitely give this king a satisfactory answer."

After leaving these words, Zong Zhengjin left the wing.

Yun Sang and Yiwu's corpses were left.

After Zong Zhengjin left, she fell to the ground as if she had been drained of strength.

The expression in the eyes is complicated, with heartache, disbelief, and worry.

If this continues, their ten-year plan will fall short.

Ten years of planning, all in vain.

After a long time, he slowly got up and left the teahouse step by step.

All the doctors in the city were taken to the Prince Regent's Palace.

Feng Canglan lay on the bed and saw that the room was full of doctors, and the courtyard was also full of people.

Hearing the messy diagnosis, he was so angry that he almost fainted.

What kind of doctors are these!
If you continue to delay like this, you will have to wait for death after noon today.

Unable to speak, Zong Zhengyu tried to tell her with his eyes.

However, Zong Zhengyu couldn't understand at all, and just looked at him as Feng Canglan expectantly.

He held Feng Canglan in both hands, and his firm tone seemed to promise, "Don't be afraid, Lan'er, I will definitely not let anything happen to you."

Feng Canglan burst into foul language in his heart.

Where is she afraid!What kind of fear?

Time passed through his fingers, and it seemed hopeless, Feng Canglan was anxious and angry, and after Zong Zhengyu finished saying this, he stared hard and fainted.

"The regent princess can't speak and can't move. It's obviously a stroke."

"Nonsense, how could the princess have a stroke at such a young age? It's obviously a cramp."

There was darkness in front of Feng Canglan's eyes. At the last moment of losing consciousness, he heard two doctors who hadn't checked the pulse arguing, and almost vomited blood angrily.

After she fainted, the doctor was still arguing.

The doctors who had taken the pulse shook their heads one after another, they could find out that it was poisoning, but they didn't know what kind of poison it was.

Not to mention the antidote.

One doctor came in one after another, and finally they all shook their heads and left.

The further back, Zong Zhengyu became more and more panicked.

She is a fairy doctor with ghost hands, and she can't be poisoned. It is obvious that the poison is not ordinary.

Night was approaching, and all the doctors were powerless to leave.

Outside the door, Wen Fengjun ran in the night, rushed into the house with a medical book, "Fufeng, I have found a way to detoxify!"

(End of this chapter)