The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 447 You Are Not My Ideal Type
Zong Zhengyu lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, not mentioning that Feng Canglan was interested in Zong Zhengjin.

"Sometimes she will be sad in the future." She reminded her at that time, holding the deed of prostitution in her hand is indeed known as a seer.

"This Zong Zhengye has deep thoughts."

He said a word without beginning or end, Feng Canglan raised his eyebrows and looked confused, he looked like a little fox who had just entered the mortal world, with agility and cunning in his innocence.

Zong Zhengyu kissed him fondly, and he hugged him even tighter, wishing to rub him to the bone, "Lianxiang is his man, I'm worried that he will send Lianxiang to harm you."

He changed from his usual bluntness and forcefulness, and turned around to be tactful, first explaining the situation before making a request, "Lan'er, don't get too close to Lianxiang."

It's not that you don't want to get in touch with Lianxiang, but that you don't want to get too close. It's not like the previous decision.

Step by step like this, it is true that things happened because of Feng Canglan.Naturally, there is no risk of the two breaking up.

After the quarrel between the two on the carriage, Zong Zhengyu vaguely felt that Feng Canglan didn't like others speaking in a commanding tone.

As long as you move it with emotion and understand it with reason, you can listen to it.

"Well, I understand." If Lianxiang was Zong Zhengye's concubine, the two could be regarded as hostile.

It's a pity, but she also said that she and Lianxiang are in harmony with each other, so they can get in touch with each other more.

"Go to sleep."

Feng Canglan lay down to sleep, and just as he closed his eyes, he suddenly opened them with a strange smile, "Yu Yu, you can trust what the man said when he entered the city."

Zong Zhengyu was stunned for a while, looking at the warm sound of the red bean bracelet on his wrist, "Lan'er, your vision is not so bad."

"Oh, you're boasting about yourself in different ways." She smiled brightly, "But my eyesight is really okay."

"Although you are not my ideal type, you are not bad at all!"

The original intention is to express that I have a good vision, and Zong Zhengyu is very good.But in Zong Zhengyu's ears, he only heard the first half.

He is not her ideal type.

At that moment, my heart was like being naked in the cold wind, so cold that it seemed to fall into an ice cellar.

The original joy slowly dissipated, and a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his pupils.

Zong Zhengyu's subtle emotional changes were captured by Feng Canglan, but she didn't realize that she had said something wrong just now, "Yuyu, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Is it cold?"

After speaking, he hurriedly pulled the person to the bed to lie down, and then nestled in the other person's arms, holding his hands tightly, "This way it won't be cold."

"Yeah." He hummed in a gentle voice, not in a high mood, and sighed heavily when he saw the smiling person in his arms.

With one hand hooked on Feng Canglan's slender waist, the two of them pressed close together, Feng Canglan's words were all in their minds, you are not my ideal type.

I could feel that the other person's mood was not right, and I asked and asked, and the other person said it was fine, so Feng Canglan could only turn off the microphone, recalling whether he had said the wrong thing just now.

Think back from the beginning to the end, and confirm that you have not slept peacefully.

When she fell asleep, Zong Zhengyu was suffering in his heart. The sentence that you are not my ideal type is like a knife.

One knife after another cut Zong Zhengyu's heart, blood dripping from the cut.

"Lan'er..." The hoarse voice seemed to be expecting and asking for help, and the arms around her unconsciously tightened.

In his sleep, he felt a bit strangled, he hummed dissatisfied, and the delicate Liu Ye eyebrows frowned.

The soft voice brought Zong Zhengyu back to his thoughts, and he quickly let go of his arms.

The hot and paranoid eyes traced the outline of Feng Canglan, the possessiveness in the phoenix eyes made people feel frightened, and the possessiveness was mixed with anxiety from time to time.

This night, he just watched and stared like this, until the middle of the night before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The story of Feng Canglan on the street was spread all over the world, including the palace.

In the royal study
The emperor and Zong Zhengye stood together, and the emperor sat on the dragon chair with an unhappy expression, "What I asked you to do, the first step failed."

"My minister didn't plan well, and missed the princess regent by mistake." Zong Zhengye quickly admitted his mistake, "At that time, the king regent was obviously murderous, and was stopped by the princess regent."

After thousands of calculations, Feng Canglan could stop the murderous Zong Zhengyu.

In the past, Zong Zhengyu killed as much as he wanted, and no one dared to stop him!No one can stop it!
"Sure enough! I should have killed Feng Canglan earlier so that Rong Jin wouldn't..." The emperor sighed.

Zong Zhengye spoke unhurriedly, with a confident look, "I still have a backup plan."

"Better useful."

"I invite the envoys of the two countries to participate in the birthday, push you out, and let the world recognize you. In addition, your princess is not in a hurry, and strives to marry Tianyang or Yueye."

"Only by marriage can your position be stabilized to be able to compete with the regent."

"My son understands."

After the two father and son finished talking in the imperial garden, it was already late at night outside.Zong Zhengye left the palace wearing stars and moons.

After a few days, rumors about Feng Canglan's deeds have been raging, and those prejudices in the past have turned into fame after they became famous in the Feng Canglan Yueye Country Friendship Tournament.

They all praised Feng Canglan as a strange woman who won the triple crown and won glory for the country.

Facing the compliments from outside, Feng Canglan paid no heed to what was going on outside the window, and devoted himself to refining the antidote.

Crystal Orchid was in his hand, and other medicinal materials were also brought over by the palace merchant.

With the medicinal materials ready, Feng Canglan began to refine the medicine without delaying for a minute.

Crystal orchid is delicate and precious, it can only succeed but not fail.

It takes three or four days to refine the medicine. Feng Canglan asked the palace merchants to guard outside and not allow anyone to come in. Even Zong Zhengyu refused to let anyone in during his return.

In the past, someone had black hands in refining medicine, so Feng Canglan was extra careful this time.

Staring at it intently, I am afraid that another moth will come out.

On the second day of refining the medicine, Feng Canglan felt uncomfortable sitting all over, and was more tired than ever before.

Feng Canglan was concocting medicine in the house, and Zong Zhengyu brought the memorials to the drop in the ocean every day except for the morning court, and guarded outside the courtyard.

Separated by a door, the outsiders accompany the insiders.

As the reputations of Zong Zhengyu and Feng Canglan improved, many ministers handed over their invitations, but they were all turned away in the end.

Zong Zhengyu was sitting in the courtyard, while Gong Shang and Hui Yu were guarding outside.

"Gong Shang, go to the kitchen and bring some hot cakes to warm the prince."

Gong Shang glanced back at the closed door, then looked at Zong Zhengyu who was sitting in the courtyard in the cold wind, and said in embarrassment, "But...Miss asked me to stay close."

"It's fine with me and the prince." Hui Yu smiled softly, "Could it be that you still don't trust my ability?"

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone disturb Miss."

Gong Shang glanced inside, then nodded slowly, "Then watch closely, and you must not make any mistakes."

After leaving these words, she turned and left.

Hui Yu looked at the closed door, with his fingertips resting on the crack of the door, a spider the size of a flying ant crawled into the crack from his fingertips...

(End of this chapter)