The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 47 Could it be that... is Zong Zhengyu's sweetheart
The sudden angry reprimand made Feng Canglan tremble in fright.

She quickly returned to her senses and squatted down to pick up the scroll, but before she could touch it, she was grabbed by a hand.

Zong Zhengyu picked up the scroll, spread it flat on the desk, and squeezed the cuff of his hand to dry the ink on it.

Its movements are cautious, for fear of damaging the scroll.

Feng Canglan knew that he might have gotten into trouble, so he stood beside him anxiously with his hands twisted together, watching Zong Zhengyu wipe the ink.

She quickly took out her handkerchief and went over, "Let me help you."

He stretched out his hand, but was pushed away by Zong Zhengyu before touching it, and Feng Canglan, who was defenseless, was pushed into the frame of the bookshelf behind.

"Hiss..." Feng Canglan sucked in a cold breath, his face was pale from the pain, his lips and cheeks were the same color, and his whole hand was shaking.

Zong Zhengyu raised his eyebrows and glanced at it as if he had checked it out, then immediately withdrew his eyes for a moment and carefully wiped the ink on the painting.

After a long time, Feng Canglan regained his composure and walked over with his arm in pain, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Zong Zhengyu didn't respond, and his sword eyebrows frowned as he dealt with the ink on the portrait, which seemed very displeased.

Feng Canglan's attitude was even lower, "Why don't I pay you for a new pair?"

"Who painted this painting? I'll buy another one."

As soon as Feng Canglan finished speaking, Zong Zhengyu raised his head and looked over with a cold expression, "Compensation? Buy?"

He sneered twice, his eyes gloomy, "Do you think you can buy anything?"

"Can't it?" Feng Canglan showed doubts and was very curious.

She looked at it just now and it was a painting. Zong Zhengyu's nervousness should be a famous painting?Or is the writer dead?
Thinking in his heart, Feng Canglan cast his eyes on the ink-stained painting.

The upper half of the scroll was stained black with ink, and only the lower half could be seen.

It is a woman's dress.

It can be guessed that the portrait is probably a woman?
With this thought, Feng Canglan Qiushui's eyes flashed brightly.

Portrait of a woman?

Is there something wrong with a baby like Zong Zhengyu?
Could it be... Zong Zhengyu's favorite girl.

Thinking in her heart, Feng Canglan walked over and bent over, trying to see some signs of the woman's face on the ink-stained area.

As soon as he bowed, Zong Zhengyu grabbed his arm and pulled it back, his face was frosty, "What are you doing!"

"pain!"

Zong Zhengyu's pinched arm, which was already so painful, was even more painful. Her painful facial features were wrinkled together, and her complexion turned pale.

Zong Zhengyu let go of her wrist and continued to process the ink-stained portrait, with a cold voice, "Ask for love and send the princess out."

Wenqing stood up and walked to Feng Canglan's side, bowed and said, "Princess, please."

"En." Feng Canglan walked out with his arm in pain.

Turning around in three steps, walked to the door and looked back, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

I didn't know why I bumped into the portrait just now. I was going to pick it up, but I accidentally touched the ink.

It's really unlucky to drink cold water and stuff your teeth.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were cold and he didn't respond.

Feng Canglan pursed her red lips and said again, "I said I bought it to compensate you, but I didn't mean to look down on you."

"I just simply think that if I break something, I have to pay for it, that's all."

After leaving these words, Feng Canglan stepped out of the room, Zong Zhengyu still didn't respond, he lowered his head and concentrated on cleaning the ink on the scroll.

Leaving the study, Feng Canglan frowned and said, "There's no need to send it off."

"Yes." The questioning stopped, and swept Feng Canglan's pale cheeks and said, "If the princess is really in pain, you can go to the medicine house to find Steward Wen, he is not bad at medical skills."

Regarding Wenqing's concern, Feng Canglan looked milder, "Thank you, no need."

After finishing speaking, he put his arms around his wrists and didn't look back.

Watching Feng Canglan go away, Wenqing withdrew his gaze and turned back to the study.

"Reporting to the prince, the princess has been sent away."

Zong Zhengyu dipped the ink on the white handkerchief little by little, and both hands were stained with ink, but he didn't look embarrassed at all.

"You care about the princess very much." His voice sounded unhurriedly, but there was an overwhelming pressure inexplicably.

Wen Qing's pupils shrank, and she quickly explained, "This subordinate is seeing Wang Hao's complexion pale..."

Before he finished speaking, he quickly bowed his head to Shang Zong Zhengyu's black pupils, "This subordinate is overstepping, please punish me, my lord."

"It's not an example."

Hearing these four words, Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving the study, Feng Canglan twisted his face in pain as he hugged his arm.

Turning around to go to the medicine house, Wen Fengjun's expression came to mind, and she immediately turned and walked towards the gate of the palace.

Appears to be dislocated and appears to be swollen.

There was no cure for a drop in the ocean, and he didn't want to go to the medicine hut to ask Wen Fengjun, so he planned to go out of the house and find someone to take it back.

Walking to the door, Feng Canglan took out the token he was carrying with him and left the house smoothly.

As soon as he arrived at the newspaper office, thinking of his current identity and Hua Shuqing's identity, Feng Canglan turned around and went to a clothing store, and when he came out, he was the indisputable Mr. Pianpian.

Clutching his arms, he quickly walked towards the newspaper office.

Walking too fast when turning the corner, I didn't see the person coming around the corner and bumped into him abruptly.

The already dislocated arm made the situation worse, and her blood faded from the pain immediately, and her face was as white as paper.

I was agitated and ready to yell, when an apologetic voice sounded above my head, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice if I bumped into it."

The other party apologized first, and Feng Canglan couldn't get angry, so he could only frown, "It's okay."

After dropping two words, he was about to leave, but a force grabbed his wrist, "Young master, is that you?"

Feng Canglan raised her head irritably and wanted to ask something, but she met the slightly surprised and pleasantly surprised face in front of her.

He was dressed in plain clothes, with a slender body and a modest, gentle, gentle and elegant feeling.

But the two points of cowardice and inferiority between the eyebrows destroyed the overall temperament.

"You helped me last time, and you were about to thank the young master, only to realize that you forgot to ask the young master's last name. I didn't expect to meet you again today."

The man in plain clothes had a clear and gentle voice, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, and there was a magical power that seemed to calm people's irritable mood.

Feng Canglan's irritable mood improved a bit, "Miangui's surname is Yun."

"You just say thank you verbally?"

"Eh..." The plain-clothed man paused for a moment, then immediately understood, took out his purse from his cuff and spread it out to count the money.

Unintentionally swept into the man's purse, Feng Canglan slightly frowned.

There is no one who can do this for a majestic prince.

He was all over the body, the most valuable thing was probably the step-stopping jade pendant, but she took it away in the end.

The plain-clothed man carefully counted the silver, and finally poured out all the silver, took four copper plates from it, and handed the rest to Feng Canglan.

"Don't dislike Bo Li."

Feng Canglan's gaze was fixed on the four copper coins in the hands of the plain-clothed man, he looked down a bit embarrassedly and said, "My little sister is clamoring for candied haws, so..."

Seeing the distressed appearance of the man in plain clothes, Feng Canglan's irritated mood disappeared in an instant. He took the silver and the purse, knocked the silver into the purse and stuffed it into his arms, "I happened to be hurt a little bit, you send me It’s a thank you for going there.”

The original intention was to give him a little face, so that he would not be so embarrassed and embarrassed.

As a result, as soon as she said the words, Feng Canglan regretted it, she planned to go directly to the newspaper office to find Hua Shuqing, and bring the ice muscle cream along the way.

Now there are outsiders...

Feng Canglan was about to change his words when the man in plain clothes said decisively, "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)