The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 46 Take it easy, don't be nervous

Shaking Zong Zhengyu's body?

Want to die?
Feng Canglan quickly regained consciousness, seeing that Zong Zhengyu was undoing the rope buckle and didn't notice his wanton eyes, so he quickly closed his eyes and returned to normal.

Zong Zhengyu was sitting on the bed, his fine-boned fingers slowly understanding the rope buckle, and his long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow against the candlelight.

His long hair was spread over his shoulders, like a handsome man walking out of an ink painting, with a glance of ten thousand years.

After untying the rope buckle, Zong Zhengyu raised his eyebrows, and there was an unfathomable hint in his long and narrow phoenix eyes.

This glance made Feng Canglan startled, and instantly regained his senses.

I rely on!

Zong Zhengyu is a fairy!
She quickly threw the scene out of her mind and climbed onto the bed.

Zong Zhengyu slept on the outside, and she had to pass by if she wanted to go up.

Either crawl over, or let Zong Zhengyu get out of the way.

In view of Zong Zhengyu's increasingly weird behavior recently, Feng Canglan will never provoke him to crawl over.

Taking off her shoes and socks, Feng Canglan knelt and prepared to climb in, passing Zong Zhengyu cautiously.

Both hands had passed, and when he was about to lift his feet, Zong Zhengyu, who was lying down, gently pulled the quilt to lie down.

The quilt that Feng Canglan was holding onto slipped, and she lost her balance and threw herself towards Zong Zhengyu.

The moment she threw herself down, Feng Canglan had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and quickly supported the bed with both hands.

The two went up and down, their eyes intertwined, and their breaths blended.

Time seems to stop, everything around is still.

The temperature in the room continued to rise, and there was a hint of ambiguity in the air.

There were layers of ripples in the depths of Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes, and a thing called affection grew wildly in an unknown place.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time, and stopped the moment the other spoke.

Feng Canglan's Qiushui eyes moved slightly, and she regained her senses in an instant. She crawled inside and quickly explained, "I didn't do it on purpose just now."

There was silence all around.

After a long time passed, Zong Zhengyu's hoarse voice sounded, "Yes."

"It's late at night, rest in peace."

The two of them stopped talking, and Feng Canglan let out a foul breath secretly in a place Zong Zhengyu couldn't see.

Beauty is misleading!

Feng Canglan!You have to be sober, don't be fooled by Zong Zhengyu's beauty skin!
He is an invisible existence who kills while talking and laughing!

Don't be fooled, don't be fooled!
Feng Canglan warned herself countless times in her heart.

Everything is silent, the night is quiet.

Feng Canglan slowly opened his eyes and half-closed his eyes to secretly look at Zong Zhengyu. This face does have the ability to confuse her.

Appropriate for light and thick, it can be painted in ink or ink.

It's a pity that his temper is not up to his appetite.

She likes gentlemen who are gentle, refined, and courteous.

This face matches such a personality.

Feng Canglan sighed silently and shook her head secretly, what a pity.

The Prince Regent's Mansion is still relatively quiet, but outside it has already turned upside down.

Today, Feng Canglan took Jing Zhao Yin Mu Ye to put the general's wife Feng Shi into prison, and there were also elite guards from the Prince Regent's Palace among them.

For a moment, those who were arguing that the regent would give up Feng Canglan after waking up only felt pain in the face.More people were speculating about Zong Zhengyu's attitude towards Feng Canglan.

Xingyun Country is prosperous, and many pedestrians can be seen on the street at night, and the night market is also very lively.

Main Street [-]nd Floor
"What does the master think of today's incident?"

"Zong Zhengyu has never played cards according to common sense. Is it possible that he pushed Feng Canglan to the cusp of the storm and used it as a shield to attract firepower?"

The man in white looked at the man in black who was drinking tea at the table and frowned.

He has always been able to guess what the enemy is thinking, but this Zong Zhengyu is really a different kind, and he can't think with the thinking of a normal person at all.

The man in black robe looked at the hustle and bustle of the imperial city through the open wooden window and did not rush to respond.

Holding the wine bottle and walking around twice with a cold expression, "It's better to kill the wrong one than miss it."

"My subordinate understands."

The black-robed man brought the wine bottle to his mouth and took a sip. The black cloak covered his entire face, "Don't worry about this matter, keep an eye on other things."

The man in white paused for a moment, but nodded despite being puzzled, "Of order."

The man in black put down his wine bottle and retreated from the room, followed by the man in white.

The moment the two left the room, the wine bottle on the table turned into powder.

Time passed day by day, and every day that passed, the January appointment with Wen Fengjun arrived in the blink of an eye.

Feng Canglan didn't go out during this time, at most he wanted to let Huiyu Palace Merchant pay attention to Feng's case.

Apart from this, they are stuck with Zong Zhengyu at other times, and the two are almost inseparable.

In the eyes of everyone in the palace, the two are like glue, and they are deeply in love.

Only Feng Canglan knows that with each day that passes, the time will be reduced by one day, and if he can get more favors, he will get more.

This day, Zong Zhengyu was practicing calligraphy in the study, and Feng Canglan came to help with the grinding very kindly, during which time he had never heard of Rainbow Fart.

Kua asked about love and asked dumbfounded.

At the same time, I am also curious, the prince always likes to be clean, even this prince's mansion has chosen the most secluded mansion, and he has no intention of scolding the concubine who is chattering beside him.

"My husband's handwriting is really good. If my husband was born a few hundred years earlier, there would be no such thing as master Li Xizhi."

Feng Canglan boasted in different ways, 360 five without dead ends, if it was someone else, he would have lost his way, but Zong Zhengyu was sober and rational.

"very good."

Just when Feng Canglan wanted to praise from other directions, Zong Zhengyu said two words without warning.

Feng Canglan's grinding hands stopped, his face full of doubts, "What?"

Zong Zhengyu didn't respond in a hurry until he put down the vermilion pen after finishing the last word. His magnetic voice slowly overflowed, "It's good to be born in this world."

Facing Zong Zhengyu's reply, Feng Canglan was stunned for a moment.

In the past, Zong Zhengyu was noncommittal to her rainbow fart, and didn't know if he listened to it or not, but this time he even responded specifically?

"Uh...Okay, okay." Although she didn't understand what Zong Zhengyu meant, she still agreed with what Zong Zhengyu said.

"come over."

Zong Zhengyu made a sound, Feng Canglan looked around, pointed at himself, "Me?"

"Well, come here." His voice was less cold than usual, and more warm and patient.

Feng Canglan put down the ink stone in his hand and walked over slowly.

As soon as he walked to Zong Zhengyu's side, a strong hand wrapped around her back and held her hand.

Feng Canglan's body froze instinctively, and a cold fragrance penetrated into the comparison with a strong aggressiveness.

Her mind went blank for a moment, she didn't know what she was doing, and followed the other person's movements.

Zong Zhengyu held Feng Canglan Xiaoqiao's slender Rouyi in his broad hands, and stuffed the ink pen into her hand to teach her to write.

Feng Canglan's whole body was stiff, Zong Zhengyu chuckled as if she had found out something, and a magnetic voice sounded in her ear, "Take it easy, don't be nervous."

His voice hit the eardrums, Feng Canglan's pupils shrank and she regained consciousness in an instant, she broke free and backed away in fright.

While struggling, he bumped into the bookcase behind, and a picture scroll fell from it and slowly spread out.

Feng Canglan hurried to pick it up, and when he bowed, he collided with Zong Zhengyu and bumped into the ink plate next to him, "Crack!"

The ink tray fell to the ground, staining a corner of the scroll black.

Immediately, the cold air swept across the study, and Feng Canglan looked up in shock, only to see Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes were dark, and horrifying violence lingered all over her body.

Feng Canglan's heart choked and said softly, "Husband..."

Before the word "husband" was called out, Zong Zhengyu's violent reprimand spread, "Get lost!"

(End of this chapter)