The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 297 If I Didn't Approach With Purpose, Would You Like Me?
Feng Canglan stepped on the ground, raised his breath and moved back to avoid it.

The arrow passed through Feng Canglan's blue silk, and the two strands of hair fell slowly.

As soon as it staggered, the arrow turned again, as if it had been given life.

This is……

Chasing the sun in the sky!

Who made it!

The subordinate of that blood slaughtered Qiongcanglou!
For a moment of distraction, the long arrow is close at hand.

Ban Shun, who lowered his waist, slammed his back hard, and Feng Canglan bumped into the arrow abruptly.

Seeing the arrow flying towards him at a very high speed, Feng Canglan subconsciously dodged it, but was restrained by this man all over his body.

Seeing the Poyun arrow being shot, Feng Canglan's internal force was released, he pulled out the golden hairpin, and inserted the whole thing into the chest that restrained him.

Ban Shun inserted, the man turned around abruptly holding Feng Canglan with one hand.

"Uh……"

All sounds are silent.

The smell of blood filled the air.

Feng Canglan's eyes were full of hostility, staring at the person who inserted the golden hairpin behind her back.

Almost at the same time as the golden hairpin was inserted, the Poyun Arrow pierced through the back.

"Lan Lan..."

The surlyness in Zong Zhengjin's eyes disappeared, the gloom faded away, and the gloom all over his body dissipated.

Under the scorching sun, his peach blossom eyes were full of tenderness.

"If I didn't get close with a purpose at that time, would you like me?"

His small voice was blown away by a gust of hot wind as soon as he spoke.

Feng Canglan stared blankly at the person in front of him, but did not respond.

Looking at him helplessly, he fell back to the ground with a "snap".

The surrounding sounds began to disappear, and she only felt that everything around her was retreating rapidly.

The fingertips under the cuffs trembled.

"Lan'er."

"Lan'er." Zong Zhengyu called Feng Canglan softly with his arms around her.

Feng Canglan slowly came back to his senses, Mechanized turned his head to look over.

Then he cast his gaze on the ground, Zong Zhengjin who died of gas.

"he……"

"He..." Feng Canglan trembled, not knowing what to say.

Zong Zhengyu tightened his arms, and comforted softly, "It's okay, it's okay."

Guanyin bamboo leaves are fluttering, there is nothing unusual.

Just like the archery man just now, he has never appeared before.

"The matter has been resolved, the princess is frightened, and the younger brother will go back to the palace first."

Zong Zhengyu left with Feng Canglan in his arms.

Feng Canglan took a deep step and a shallow step, his mind was full of the words that Zong Zhengjin said.

She wanted to kill him!

It is to kill him!

Just now Zong Zhengjin came to restrain her, she thought he was here to kill her.

Feng Canglan closed her eyes, trying her best to suppress the momentary panic in her heart.

After Zong Zhengyu left, the emperor came to Zong Zhengjin's body.

Staring at the golden hairpin and arrows on the back, closing his eyes, he instantly aged ten years.

The news about Zong Zhengjin forcing the palace was completely blocked.Still buried according to the prince's specifications.

The prince's coffin stayed on the Golden Luan Hall for seven days.

The ministers expressed their condolences one after another, as if the prince had never forced the palace, nor had he ever used the fragrance of corpses to control them.

In just a few days, the emperor was no longer as radiant as before, and his whole body was bent.

On a summer night, the hot wind blows.

Inside the Golden Luan Hall, a group of court ladies knelt in front of the coffin.

Suddenly, a white shadow passed by.

The maids who had been burning incense and paper fell to the ground in unison.

In front of the coffin, there was a young man in white robes, his eyes were black and blue, and his face was full of decadence.

It was obvious that he had not had a good rest for several days.

He pushed open the lid of the coffin, and looked at Zong Zhengjin, who had closed his eyes peacefully inside, with heartache and resentment in his eyes.

"why!"

"Why did you block that blow for Feng Canglan!"

"Our ten-year plan was in vain!"

The eyes of the boy in white were moist, and a tear slipped down the corner of his eye, looking at Zong Zhengjin's corpse with a complicated expression.

"I sent the evidence to Feng Canglan, just because I didn't want her to destroy our ambition."

"I didn't expect that she would announce it to the world, and I didn't expect that it would indirectly make our many years of planning come to nothing."

"That's it."

Finally, he closed the coffin.

A white afterimage flickered past, the candle flickered, but there was no sound other than that.

The crown prince passed away, and the emperor ordered the whole country to mourn.

Within a month, no half-happy events are allowed, and no meat or meat is allowed.

Those rumors about the prince were no longer pursued after the prince passed away.

Zong Zhengyu put the matter of corpse incense on the table, and brought out all the corpses thrown on the back mountain of Butterfly Valley for a safe burial.

And those ministers controlled by the crown prince with the scent of corpses are gone.

After the prince's burial, Mr. Yuan Qing, a tycoon in the literary world, resigned and retired.

Even most of the ministers in the court were tortured by the emperor in various ways.

The emperor had a poor relationship with his heirs. King Xiao died, and now the prince is also dead.

The whole person became cloudy and uncertain, and he didn't even care about his previous reputation.

The whole person becomes cruel and heartless, beating and scolding at every turn, and if something goes wrong, he will belong to the three clans.

A group of ministers were tortured to the brim.

After Zong Zhengyu rescued himself, he stayed in the palace and did not hear from him.

Half a month later, the ministers really couldn't stand the emperor's cruelty, so they could only come to beg the regent to return to the court.

The ministers also understood that the emperor was afraid that because of the death of the crown prince, he would become cloudy and uncertain, and even faintly cast his anger on them.

Three or five came to ask Zong Zhengyu to return to the court, but they were all rejected.

The reason is that the lady is frightened and needs company.

However, Feng Canglan was a bit weird except for the first two days, but everything after that was normal.

But those who are familiar with it can see that although there is nothing wrong on the surface, there is still a pimple in the heart.

In her world, cheating, scheming, and killing her are all crimes of killing her with one blow.

Even after knowing it, he was determined to bring down Zong Zhengjin.

But he saved himself.

The words before his death could not be dissipated in his mind for a long time.

It's like a thorn in my heart.

During this period of time, the surface was normal, but the actual interest was indeed low.

Zong Zhengyu came to accompany him almost every day, giving advice in various ways, Feng Canglan only nodded and smiled and said it was okay.

But Zong Zhengyu knew that this was nothing.

Obviously it has become a headache.

Looking at the people who suffered a lot in Ban Yue, Zong Zhengyu's slender eyelashes covered the dark eyes.

What came to his mind was the slight smile that missed Feng Canglan looking at him when Zong Zhengjin fell to the ground.

As if to show off, to say that he succeeded.

Zong Zhengjin is so disgusting that he wants to take advantage of it even if he dies.

Knowing it's okay, but it's like choking in the throat.

I can't pull it out, I can't cut it off, it's like a rotten sore.

His death left a deep memory in Feng Canglan's heart.

"Lan'er." Zong Zhengyu looked at Feng Canglan's gloomy appearance with worried eyes.

He deeply knew that Zong Zhengjin's dirty goal had been achieved.

"You've lost a lot of weight during this time."

"Don't think about it." He hugged Feng Canglan in his arms, comforting her carefully.

Feng Canglan was indifferent, "Tell me, did I really do something wrong?"

As Zong Zhengjin said, people are not sages, and they can do nothing wrong.

Is it too arbitrary to fall into the endless hell because of one wrong thing?

"No." Zong Zhengyu replied decisively, "He came with a purpose, and his mind was impure."

(End of this chapter)