The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 33 Even if it's a man, Zong Zhengyu is also the one above
The officer looked back and forth and stood up, "Your Majesty, the regent is ruining the royal family's face."

As soon as the words fell, the emperor's face changed drastically, "Seventh brother has suffered such hardships, and it is not surprising that he has some strange preferences."

"What's more, he is now my only younger brother, let alone a good man, even if there are others, I will follow."

The emperor looked like a good brother, but all the veterans present were turned into foxes, how could they not understand the meaning of these words.

During the regent's reign, the emperor's power was emptied.

Now that the regent's body is too disabled to be an official, the emperor is very happy.

The words just now not only admitted the regent Longyang's addiction in disguise, but also showed that he is a benevolent monarch who loves his younger brother's elder brother.

At this time, the speaker's remonstrance is simply asking for trouble.

But the other old foxes were different, they all cupped their hands and said, "The emperor is benevolent!"

The emperor turned and left the Golden Luan Hall, his steps were much lighter than usual.

Regent's House
Hui Yu, who takes care of the palace merchants, also occasionally comes to Liyuan to talk with Feng Canglan, and some wind can be heard walking in the palace.

Knowing that Zong Zhengyu is a good man, he immediately relayed Feng Canglan.

After listening, she couldn't stop laughing, "Haha."

"My stomach hurts from laughing."

"Zong Zhengyu has a strange habit for no reason, it's a bit pitiful haha."

"Miss, it's not because of you that you still laugh." Hui Yu shook his head helplessly.

Feng Canglan hurriedly stopped, "Don't slander me, this has nothing to do with me, what do the outside world say about me."

"But with this hat, I guess my luck will be doubled in the future."

"However, I believe that even if they know Zong Zhengyu's obsession with Longyang, there are still many people who flock to the Prince Regent's Palace, so don't worry."

"However, how could the outside world spread his Longyang addiction?"

She rubbed her chin with a thoughtful look, "Could it be that Zong Zhengyu used to be good at this, but he dared not say it due to means, and the long-term accumulation has now exploded?"

Feng Canglan spoke so eloquently that she didn't notice Huiyu's frowning and blinking at all.

"However, Zong Zhengyu's good looks are worth seeing. And it's definitely the one above."

The more he said the words behind, the more he couldn't hear them, Huiyu looked at the back and coughed violently, "Ahem!"

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Hui Yu was coughing badly, Feng Canglan stopped gossip, "Your throat is uncomfortable? Is it a cold?"

Huiyu showed anxiety, afraid that Feng Canglan would say something earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods, squatting down and said, "Huiyu sees the prince."

Feng Canglan stopped walking, his back stiffened.

Turning around slowly, I saw Zong Zhengyu sitting at the door with his face stained with frost. From his narrow phoenix eyes, Feng Canglan could only feel a gust of cold wind blowing past his face.

"Husband... Husband." She quickly came back to her senses and hurried to make amends, "When will Husband come back, don't say a word, so Lan'er can go out to meet her."

"It's the same for asking for love, and the prince will not notify when he comes back."

The questioner who was named was stunned, somehow implicating himself.

"Husband is tired from going to court today, Lan'er will keep your muscles and bones active." After saying that, he ran over like a dog, squatting next to Zong Zhengyu's legs and pinching his legs.

After pressing it twice, the crescent-white robe was stained with bright red.

Surprise flashed across Feng Canglan's eyes, and he instinctively opened his robe and trouser legs.

Zong Zhengyu wanted to stop it but it was too late, she had already opened her trouser legs.

Seeing blood oozing from countless small holes on the black legs, Feng Canglan was startled, "Your legs..."

As soon as he said it, Zong Zhengyu pulled Feng Canglan away.

Zong Zhengyu was pushed to the ground with too much force. Zong Zhengyu paused for a moment, and quickly withdrew his gaze, put down his trouser legs and covered them with his robe.

"Don't help the princess up yet." Zong Zhengyu's voice was cold, and Hui Yu hurried over to help Feng Canglan up from the ground.

"What's wrong with your leg?" It seems that the poisoning is not serious, and the pinholes on the legs are not traces of treatment, depending on the location.

"It's okay." His voice was as cold as ice in an ice cellar, and he could feel the chill from afar.

Feng Canglan's bright eyes narrowed slightly, and she noticed Zong Zhengyu's dodging and dodging when he spoke, "It's nothing, why are you covering it up so you can't see it?"

"It's not that the girl saw that Feiqing didn't marry, even if Feiqing didn't marry, we are husband and wife now. Could it be that you are still shy?"

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were gloomy, and he turned his head to Wenqing and said, "Go to the study."

"Yes." Feng Canglan grabbed Zong Zhengyu's arm as he asked and turned around.

As soon as it touched it, it was bounced away by an internal force and fell three meters away.

"Crack!" She fell to the ground, her face turned pale from the pain.

Zong Zhengyu turned the wheelchair and turned around. As soon as he touched the wheelchair, he squeezed his hands tightly, and then slowly released, "Let's go."

Wen Qing glanced at Feng Canglan who fell to the ground, and finally obeyed the order and pushed Zong Zhengyu away.

"I rely on!"

Hui Yu hurried over to help him up, Feng Canglan rubbed his elbow that hurt from the fall, his face turned pale, "There must be something wrong."

Thanks to her pity just now, she thought...

She is just looking for trouble, she deserves it!

Get things early and leave early, this Zong Zhengyu is like a lunatic.

"Miss, it hurts from the fall." Hui Yu helped Feng Canglan to sit on the stool, opened his sleeves and his elbows were scratched and swollen.

"It's bleeding, I'm going to get the medicine."

On the other side, Zong Zhengyu was pushed out of the hospital after being asked.

Zong Zhengyu put his hands on the wheelchair, "Send a bottle of medicine to the hospital."

Asked with bowed head, "Yes."

Wenqing left, Zong Zhengyu turned his head to look at Liyuan, his eyes turned to his hands, and the scene just now appeared in his mind with a coldness in his eyes.

After a while, Wenqing came back with the wound medicine, saluted Zong Zhengyu and turned to leave the hospital.

As soon as he took a step, he was called by Zong Zhengyu, "Wait."

Asking about love, I stopped and looked back, "What else does the lord have to say?"

"Give me the medicine."

He hesitated for a moment, "Yes."

Looking at the wound medicine in his hand, Zong Zhengyu turned the wheelchair and left the hospital.

He goes in, Huiyu goes out, the two go in and go out.

"My lord." Hui Yu saluted, Zong Zhengyu ignored him and turned the wheelchair to the dormitory.

Hui Yu frowned, looked out of the courtyard and turned back the same way.

"crunch-"

Zong Zhengyu pushed open the door.

Feng Canglan put his hand on the table, showing his injured elbow, and when he heard the door opening, he thought it was Hui Yu who came back with medicine, "So soon?"

"Quickly take the medicine and rub it on me."

Zong Zhengyu turned the wheelchair over.

Hearing the sound of the wheels, Feng Canglan turned his head and saw Zong Zhengyu who was coming quickly got up.

"Sit down." His voice was low and without warmth.

Feng Canglan, who was always obedient, did not obey the order this time, but took a step back, "My lord, what are you going to do?"

She is not stupid, she will never fall twice in the same place.

"Apply medicine." Zong Zhengyu spat out two words indifferently.

Feng Canglan's eyes fell on the porcelain bottle in his hand, "Give it to me."

"Elbow, can you do it?" Zong Zhengyu said lightly, Feng Canglan turned his wrist, "Yes."

Zong Zhengyu pulled him to sit down before he finished speaking. He put the medicine bottle on the table and stretched out his hand to roll up Feng Canglan's cuffs.

Seeing the swollen elbow with scratched skin, his eyes were dark, and he applied the wound medicine to the wound, and the movement of applying it with his fingertips was careful and gentle.

The room was suddenly quiet, and a strange atmosphere permeated.

Feng Canglan sat motionless on the stool, the burning pain in his elbow suddenly turned cold, it was Zong Zhengyu's fingertips.

"Does it hurt?"

(End of this chapter)