The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 255 A Gentleman?It's all an illusion!
The gentle and jade-like temperament turned into ice-cold.

The originally gentle eyebrows and eyes suddenly became sharp and full of aggression.

Wen Fengjun, who was waiting in the study, took this change into his eyes.

He said, who is Zong Zhengyu?
Can a character that has already been formed be changed casually?

Suave?Modesty gentleman?
But it's all an illusion.

"Say." Zong Zhengyu's icy voice sounded, Wen Fengjun didn't answer his question, but asked from the bottom of his heart, "Fufeng, why are you doing this."

Zong Zhengyu opened his eyes, his deep eyes were full of danger.

Wen Fengjun was dumbfounded.

He seemed to think of something, twitched the corners of his mouth, and tenderness appeared on his face, "Lan'er likes people who are refined, refined, and as gentle as jade."

She likes this, so he plays it.

If Lan'er never leaves, it's okay for him to wear this mask all his life.

In front of Lan'er, he is as clean as the wind and a gentleman.

"This..." Wen Fengjun opened his mouth, and it was hard to believe that Zong Zhengyu actually pretended to be like this for Feng Canglan.

"The person who called me here is the one who poisoned me?"

"No." Wen Fengjun shook his head, but told the story of Zong Zhengjin's house arrest of the emperor, "I didn't realize that there is still a father-son relationship in the Tian family."

The prince put the emperor under house arrest!
This is a serious crime against the nine clans. Not only did the emperor not punish Zong Zhengjin, but he also named the crown prince and blocked the news.

This is really hard work.

"Father-son relationship?" Zong Zhengyu's thin lips curled into a cold arc, "If there is no imperial forest army ambushing outside the palace, then there is."

Wen Fengjun raised his eyebrows suddenly.

Did he know?
Zong Zhengjin not only put the emperor under house arrest, but also ambushed the imperial army outside the palace, if the emperor pursued house arrest.

I'm afraid the dragon chair has already been replaced.

Sure enough, it is said that the enemy knows each other best.

Zong Zhengyu has fought against the emperor for many years, and he already knows the emperor's temper well.

The emperor may really have a father-son relationship with Zong Zhengjin, but it is definitely not so deep that the other party is under house arrest, and he can still act as if nothing happened.

The reason why the news was blocked and the crown prince regardless of previous suspicions was because there was no successor.

certainly!And the most important point is that the emperor knew about Zong Zhengjin's schemes outside the palace.

If it is pursued, Zong Zhengjin will definitely force the palace!

This seemingly partial love between father and son is somewhat pure.

"How is Lan'er?" Zong Zhengyu opened his eyes and watched silently.

Wen Fengjun's heart was shaken by the dark gaze, "It's...not bad."

His pause caused Zong Zhengyu's eyes to dim, and then his thin lips raised a faint smile, "I'll trouble you this time."

"If it wasn't for you, Lan'er would probably die."

Looking back now, he still has lingering fears.

He didn't want to think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it again.

Thinking of Feng Canglan's whole body stiff and lying there unable to move, those agile, clear autumn eyes looked at him full of pain.

It was as if his heart had been torn apart. The pain pierced his heart and spread to all his limbs.

"It's also Feng Canglan's life that shouldn't die. It just so happens that ancient books record the cure for that poison, otherwise I have nothing to do."

"What about you? Are you feeling unwell?" Wen Fengjun stared at Zong Zhengyu, trying to see something.

Zong Zhengyu stood by the casement, and the warm sun outside shone on him through the wooden window, casting a layer of soft light on him.

Nothing could be seen at all, everything was as usual.

"Fortunately, there is no discomfort." He lowered his eyes, the setting sun was pouring on the side, and a shadow appeared on his long and thick eyelashes.

The whole person is quiet and gentle, not like what should appear on Zong Zhengyu at all.

"Remember to tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Although I gave you medicine, I'm not sure about the effect."

"You also know that you are exchanging your life for your life to save Feng Canglan, which is equivalent to exchanging the poisonous blood on your body. If there is no problem now, I am afraid that there will be future troubles."

"En." He gave a light grace, as if he didn't care about it.

It seems that he is not the one who will be killed at any time.

"never mind?"

"never mind."

After being restored by Wen Fengjun, Zong Zhengyu turned and left.

The afterglow of the setting sun elongated his figure, and he walked away step by step under the warm light.

Wen Fengjun followed to the door and saw that Xin Chang's back was as tall and straight as a pine, and his sword eyebrows were deeply frowned.

Eyes full of doubts finally disappeared after Zong Zhengyu completely closed his eyes and left.

In the garden

Feng Canglan was sitting in the gazebo, it was already March in Yangchun, and the grass was growing and warblers were flying.

All kinds of flowers are competing to bloom in the garden, colorful.

Feng Canglan seemed to be in a sea of ​​flowers.

She lay her hands on the railing of the gazebo, her eyes focused on the sparkling water in the river next to her.

The breeze blows her black hair fluttering from her temples, she is chaste and elegant, and her beauty is beyond ordinary.

Just like a flower fairy lost in the world, she is not stained with dust, and she is amazing.

Zong Zhengyu stood not far away, watching Feng Canglan in the pavilion.

Under the wide cuffs, the well-articulated hands trembled uncontrollably, even if they tried to restrain it, it still had no effect.

Looking at the touching figure, Wen Fengjun's words echoed in his ears.

His thin lips rose slightly, their lips were as moist as the wind.

At this time, no matter who sees it, they will praise him, what a gentle and refined Mr. Moshang.

His gaze was too sharp, which caught Feng Canglan's attention.

Looking back, I saw Zong Zhengyu standing not far away, staring at him with burning eyes.

Feng Canglan's cheeks became hot, she didn't do anything to affect her image just now, right?
"Are you back?" She got out of the gazebo, and Zong Zhengyu just came over there.

After asking, I realized that I was like a little daughter-in-law waiting at home for her husband to return.

I felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

Zong Zhengyu seemed to see Feng Canglan's discomfort, and curled his lips, "I'm back."

He said it very familiarly, as if he said it often.

"Cough..." Feng Canglan turned his sideways eyes away, feeling that the atmosphere was weird.

Suddenly, I miss the former Zong Zhengyu a little bit, at least it won't feel strange to get along with each other.

The two were silent, only the skirts of the two fluttered in the wind.

The air is mixed with various floral scents.

The two people who are already beautiful, standing together is a beautiful painting.

Very beautiful.

However, under this superficial beauty, Feng Canglan's toes were so embarrassing that they almost poked a hole.

What's next?
What is she going to say?
so embarrassing...

She half looked at the sky and was finally about to withdraw, "Suddenly remembered something, so I will withdraw first."

As soon as he turned around, Zong Zhengyu grabbed his wrist.

Just as he was about to turn his head, Zong Zhengyu's gentle voice came from behind, "Thank you, Lan'er."

kindness? ?

She stared at Zong Zhengyu in confusion, but he let go.

Feng Canglan didn't ask any questions, and simply left.

Looking at the flustered and hurried back, Zong Zhengyu smiled warmly and lightly.

Thank you for staying.

Thank you for coming to the palace.

Thank you for saying never leave.

His two slender hands came out of the wide cuffs, watching the uncontrollable shaking of his two hands, a dark light rolled across his eyes...

(End of this chapter)