The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 32 Miss likes the prince?

"Zong Zhengyu is the most troublesome." She shook her head helplessly, and then she will try to coax Zong Zhengyu again.

Either coaxing Zong Zhengyu all day long, or on the way to coax Zong Zhengyu.

Her face-changing speed was so fast that Hui Yu next to her was overwhelmed and did not react for a long time.

"Miss, you..." Hui Yu looked at Feng Canglan in a daze, full of doubts.

"Do you think that I have gotten to this point?" Thinking about how she was... Forget it, let's not mention the past.

"Miss likes the prince?" Hui Yu asked with doubts in his heart.

Feng Canglan laughed out loud when he heard this question, as if he heard some big joke.

"Huiyu, why do you feel this way?" She clutched her aching stomach and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"You should know who your young lady is and what her character is." She propped her snowy cheek with one hand, tilted her head and smiled innocently.

"Your lady, am I the kind of person who has fallen to this point for a man and wants to die or live?"

Hui Yu shook his head and said decisively, "No."

"Then miss, why are you..." You have already returned to normal, why are you still in the palace, in front of the regent... Although the regent is good, he is incomplete after all, and he is not worthy of the lady at all.

Even the regent king in his heyday is not necessarily worthy of Miss.

"The palace merchant also asked this question." Feng Canglan smiled and waved.

Hui Yu walked away quickly, Feng Canglan took her hand and wrote a sentence in his palm.

After straightening it out, Hui Yu raised her eyebrows mischievously, "That thing is really there..."

Before she finished speaking, Feng Canglan pressed her lips, "Hush."

Feng Canglan pointed to the next door, and pointed to the ear, meaning be careful that the wall has ears.

Hui Yu nodded as if understanding immediately.

"So until you get the things, you have to stay at the Prince Regent's Mansion." If you want to build a good relationship with Zong Zhengyu, you can't be offended and can't be neglected.

"Hui Yu understands." After finishing the words, Hui Yu looked up at Feng Canglan, seeing her casual appearance stopped her from speaking out.

Since the lady thinks so, she won't cause trouble.

I know it may be a side effect.

Hui Yu looked back, looked towards the door and looked away for a moment.

"The palace merchant is just a drop in the ocean. You go over there to take care of her during this time. I don't have to worry about it here."

"Yes."

Since returning from Liuxiang Pavilion, Feng Canglan has not stepped out of the courtyard for seven days.

I don't know anything about the commotion outside, so I just wait to detoxify and recuperate.

The news about Zong Zhengyu in Liuxiang Pavilion spread more and more widely, and the more it spread, the more outrageous it became.

Now there are rumors in the market that the Prince Regent is a masculine man and has the habit of Long Yang.The man who was taken away in Liuxiang Pavilion that day was his good friend.

In the past, Zong Zhengyu was impeccable and no one could grasp the handle. This time the incident was so big that two hard-headed officials were in court to speak to the emperor about the absurd things about the regent.

When the emperor received the advice, he ordered people to invite Zong Zhengyu to the Jinluan Hall.

The ministers were terrified, and in their hearts they pulled out the eighteen generations of the ancestors who spoke up, and scolded them all over again.

Alright, I have to provoke the Living Hades.

It's fine to kill yourself, but also implicate them!
"The Regent arrives—"

A sharp voice sounded, and all the officials stood like pine trees, for fear of being picked out by the regent.

A wheelchair was moving forward slowly, and stopped when it came to the center of the Golden Luan Hall.

"Your brother sees the emperor." Zong Zhengyu's cold voice sounded unhurriedly.

After two years, the ministers still trembled subconsciously when they heard this voice, and they all lowered their heads not daring to make any mistakes, for fear of being caught in the pigtails.

"Your brother has trouble with his legs and feet, so he can't go down to the ground to salute the emperor, so I ask the emperor to punish him." He said please punish him, but his expression didn't look like asking for punishment.

All the ministers with bowed heads were peeping quietly when they heard this, and their eyes were full of shock when they saw the regent sitting in a wheelchair.

"What's the matter?" The emperor's face was full of worry, and when Zong Zhengyu said that his legs and feet were inconvenient, he hurriedly left the dragon chair and came to him.

"Why are your legs and feet inconvenient? Did the doctor say what's going on?"

"Is it because your medical skills are bad? I'll let the imperial doctor come and show you if it's okay." The emperor looked anxious, and his face was full of worries about Zong Zhengyu.

He shook his head and smiled, "Brother Lao, I'm sorry."

"Chendi, these legs...are useless."

"I have been in a coma for two years. Although I am awake, my legs are useless."

"Abandoned..." the emperor yelled, "Abandoned? How is it possible!"

"How can it be done! I'm still waiting for you to wake up and help with political affairs!"

"There must be salvation!" The emperor firmly refused to believe it, and asked the imperial doctor to diagnose Zong Zhengyu.

"Seventh brother, don't worry, it must be that those quack doctors outside are not skilled in medicine." The emperor comforted.

Zong Zhengyu remained silent.

At this time, the imperial doctor entered the Golden Palace with a medicine box on his back, and the emperor hurriedly dragged him in, "Hurry up and show me the regent's leg, if it can't be cured, I will punish you!"

The imperial doctor's face turned pale, and he walked up to Zong Zhengyu with a bowed body.

"Seventh brother, this is the best imperial doctor in the palace, and he will definitely heal your leg."

Unable to twist the emperor, Zong Zhengyu had no choice but to lift up the long-distance running, exposing his black legs to everyone's sight.

All the ministers gasped, and there was silence in the Golden Luan Hall.

Trembling, the imperial doctor put down the medicine box, took out a roll of silver needles, spread them out, and pierced Zong Zhengyu's legs in order from thin to thick.

"My lord, do you feel any pain?" The imperial doctor asked with a silver needle.

Zong Zhengyu looked normal and shook his head.

The imperial doctor took another thick needle and stuck it into the leg, and the surrounding ministers trembled when they saw it.

"My lord, do you feel this way?" He still shook his head calmly.

After trying everything once, the imperial doctor stopped the needle and stood up, "Reporting to the emperor, the regent's leg has been damaged by toxin and the nerves have been damaged, and there is nothing I can do."

"What!" The emperor yelled angrily, and the imperial physician knelt on the ground with a frightened plop, "You said the regent's leg is hopeless?"

The imperial doctor almost prostrated himself on the ground, "Report to the emperor, there is no hope."

Hopeless……

Hopeless.

These three words kept echoing in the hearts of the ministers, and it was hard to tell whether they should be happy or happy.

"Crack!" The emperor kicked the imperial doctor, who was kicked to the ground and immediately got up, and was kicked again before he could kneel down.

"waste!"

"Why do I support you! Quack doctors, even the regent's leg can't be cured! What use are you for!"

"Come on! Pull it out and chop it off!"

At the emperor's order, the Imperial Forest Army outside entered the Golden Luan Hall.

The imperial doctor hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Your Majesty, forgive me! The regent's leg was damaged by toxin and his nerves were damaged. I really can't do anything about it."

The imperial doctor was dragged out of the Golden Palace, and his shouts became smaller and smaller, and the hearts of those ministers who were happy in their hearts suddenly sank, and they didn't dare to show half of their expressions.

The emperor hugged Zong Zhengyu with a painful look, "Seventh brother, I am sorry for you."

"This is the fate of my younger brother." Zong Zhengyu's face was calm from the beginning to the end, and there was no wave in his eyes. "It's just that I can't share my worries for the emperor in the future."

"Nonsense! I'm still waiting for your help in dealing with the government affairs."

"I hope, I have nothing else to do and I will go back to the mansion." After saying that, Wen Qing pushed the wheelchair and left the Golden Luan Hall.

The neglected emperor was not annoyed either, watching Zong Zhengyu sitting in a wheelchair and waving his big hand away, "Go to court!"

(End of this chapter)