The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 326 Lan'er, there are still too many things that you don't keep your word?
Seeing his normal expression, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is no doubt.

Although I have been in this world for many years, I am still not from this world, and sometimes I always say some strange things.

Zongzheng Yuzhi is so close to a monster and has a meticulous mind, if he is seen something.

I'm afraid he will be burned to death as a goblin.

"How is it delicious?"

"I also know that the sweet and sour pork ribs in Fuyunlou are also delicious, so I'll take you there to try some other day."

"Okay, I'm going to lie down for a while and go out to play tomorrow."

Letting go of Zong Zhengyu's arm, Feng Canglan walked towards the bed in the back room.

Zong Zhengyu didn't realize that Zong Zhengyu's hand holding the chopsticks was faintly whitish.

Originally, he wanted to find out whether she had ever been to the Moon Night Kingdom, but he didn't expect to get unexpected results.

my world...

Zong Zhengyu put down his chopsticks, his phoenix eyes were deep and lost in confusion.

It's clearly close in front of you, but it seems far away in the sky.

There is a lot of fog, and you can see flowers in the fog.

Ethereal, without a trace of reality.

He had never really understood Feng Canglan.

She hides too much from him.

Zong Zhengyu fell into a dead end all by himself, spinning around in the house, unable to find the way out.

He pushed open the door and entered the opposite wing.

All the contestants inside, who were competing with each other, suddenly changed their expressions when they saw the sudden entry of the regent, and they all became cautious.

Zong Zhengyu walked to the middle and sat down, expressing his confusion, "Under what circumstances would you talk about my world?"

The sudden question left everyone in a daze.

Zong Zhengyu raised his eyebrows, the hostility in his pupils was sharp, and he was not as gentle as usual.

Everyone looked tense, and one of them stumbled and replied, "From the literal meaning, my world is probably because the speaker did not plan the obedient person into his own world."

"That's why I talk about my world."

The scholar who spoke carefully analyzed it, and did not see Zong Zhengyu's face suddenly covered with clouds.

"There is another case, but this case is very small."

"The two are really not in the same world."

As soon as these words came out, Zong Zhengyu's pupils shrank deeply.

A deep uneasiness enveloped him.

"This hypothesis does not exist. How can there be such a thing as two worlds? It's unbelievable to believe it."

Zong Zhengyu couldn't hear what the scholar said later, and that kind of uneasiness welled up in his heart.

Looking at flowers in the fog, the fog is thick and illusory.

Although Feng Canglan is by his side, it gives people a feeling that he is far away in the sky and cannot be grasped.

Zong Zhengyu left quickly, out of his mind, with deep fear in his eyes.

Back in the wing room, he walked quickly to the bed.

Regardless of the fact that the other party was already asleep, he hugged him tightly, his hands clenched tightly, as if he just wanted to let go.

The person in his arms will turn into a wisp of green smoke and disappear into the world.

Zong Zhengyu's strength was too great, and Feng Canglan, who was sleeping soundly, woke up faintly, "Did something happen?"

She pushed Zong Zhengyu away and asked intently.

Craziness flashed across Zong Zhengyu's eyes, but there was also faint fear, Feng Canglan felt uncomfortable under his stare, "What happened?"

"Lan'er, you won't leave me, will you?"

"You will always be by my side, right?"

"Is it Lan'er!"

Zong Zhengyu tightly pinched Feng Canglan's wrist, Feng Canglan wanted to push away in pain.

Sensing Feng Canglan's resistance, Zong Zhengyu's eyes looked sick to the point of madness.

He held Feng Canglan's back tightly in his arms with one hand, pressed the back of his head with the other hand, and pried open the white teeth as if he wanted to devour him.

"No."

"impossible!"

Zong Zhengyu's hoarse voice leaked out from the gap between their mouths.

Feng Canglan frowned, feeling Zong Zhengyu's deep anxiety and fear.

From the initial resistance and resistance, it became acceptance and finally responded.

Zong Zhengyu's panic and uneasiness was gradually calmed down, he was not as strong and domineering as before, but became cautious and gentle.

Take care of her with care, as if holding a treasure in her arms.

"Yu Yu." Feng Canglan's voice was a little dry, inexplicably provocative, and even more worried in his tone, "What happened?"

She only slept for a while, and Zong Zhengyu seemed to be a different person.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were red, and the blue veins on his forehead hadn't completely faded away. Ruifeng's narrow eyes were full of caution, "Lan'er, you will stay by my side and never leave, right?"

"Ah?" Feng Canglan was puzzled by this endless question.

Nodding under Zongzheng Yujiongjiong's eyes, "Naturally, since I choose to stay, I will definitely not break my word."

"Okay." Zong Zhengyu returned to his gentle and gentle appearance, looking at Feng Canglan with apologetic expression, "Did you wake up?"

"Keep sleeping and go out to play with you tomorrow."

Feng Canglan was forced to lie down, looking at Zong Zhengyu with weird eyes.

What happened today?Zong Zhengyu suddenly changed his appearance.

"Hey, close your eyes and sleep." His slender fingers covered Feng Canglan's eyes.

Feng Canglan resigned to his fate and closed his eyes, "Then I'll go to sleep first, and you must tell me if you have anything to do."

"it is good."

Zong Zhengyu withdrew his hand covering his eyes, pecked lightly on the beautiful lips that had been tossed by him, then turned and left.

The moment he turned around, the tenderness in his eyes turned into gloom, wouldn't he be dishonest?
Lan'er, are there still too many things that you don't believe in?
Zong Zhengyu's slender eyelashes covered his half-closed pupils, blocking the gloomy madness inside.

The house returned to silence.

next door room.

A man in a pure black brocade robe sat in front of the wooden window, the sun was shining brightly outside, and the spring breeze was warm.

It was indeed windy inside the house.

A window seems to be separated by a spring and autumn.

The sun was warm outside the window, but it still couldn't shine into the house.

The man slowly withdrew his gaze from gazing at the sun, and pulled the wooden window back to close it.

The moment it was closed, the only light source disappeared, and the room was pitch black.

There is only one candle with a weak candle.

Tore a hole in the dark wing room, struggling in the darkness, trying to illuminate the house with a single spark.

But in the end, it was slowly swallowed by darkness.

Mars gets smaller and weaker, and finally goes out completely.

The only light in the room disappeared, and it fell into endless darkness.

The black-robed man was not at all uncomfortable, and he walked freely in the dark, as if he was born to stay in the dark.

In the golden autumn season, sweet osmanthus is fragrant and chrysanthemums are blooming.

This was the time when thousands of flowers were dying, but the Moon Night Imperial City was full of flowers, colorful and colorful.

The great god who is in charge of the four seasons seems to have forgotten the Moon Night Kingdom.

Here, there are no four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The four seasons are like spring, and the flowers of the four seasons will never wither.

I don't know if the flowers bloom out of season, or if the season misses the flower blooming.

Early the next morning, Feng Canglan urged Zong Zhengyu to get up, and wanted to take him out to play.

For the convenience of movement, Feng Canglan wore clothes that were easy to walk in.

Huang Lin is wearing a royal blue robe, three thousand black silk and a blue headband stand up high, clean and bright.

There was a bit of chivalry between the cold brows.

Quite a taste of the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes.

Zong Zhengyu wore a moon-white robe, hiding his sharpness and sternness under the gentle moon-white color, giving him a somewhat gentle wind.

The two are dressed in the same color, one dark and the other light, which is very matching.

"Hurry up, hello inkblot."

"More ink than a woman like me."

Feng Canglan waited in the lobby of the translation hall early in the morning, urging her from time to time.

Others in the translation hall wanted to see it but dared not, so they could only prick up their ears and listen.

"Here we come." Zong Zhengyu said in a warm voice, turned around and closed the door before going downstairs.

The two left, Feng Canglan complained and scolded his ink marks beside him.

Zong Zhengyu was not annoyed at all, but replied with a smile, hurry up next time.

The voices of the two gradually disappeared.

in the dark wing
The man pushed the wooden window open a gap, his eyes were silent...

(End of this chapter)