The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 483 They are exactly the same, but you are not
Like a red plum blossoming in the snow, it is beautiful, clean and eye-catching.

However, her gaze was attracted by another touch of black beside the red.

Qingming's Qiushui eyes trembled suddenly, his body seemed to have been drained of strength, and in the icy and snowy field, he was blown to the point of collapse by the cold wind.

"Is this the Prince Regent's Mansion? It's so beautiful." The crisp voice blew into Feng Canglan's ears through the cold wind, and it chilled her heart.

The tips of the eyes were red, and when the eyes were hot, the eyes were hazy, and only the blurred black and red shadows not far away could be seen, the cherry lips were pale, and the face was as white as paper.

That black figure was none other than Zong Zhengyu who repeatedly rejected her from the door.

She thought about it, the question was that the prince was busy in the study.

This is busy in the study?With... Feng Canglan held his breath in his chest, unable to go up or down, gasping for breath.

Zong Zhengyu has been hiding these days, and she feels it.I just thought I was hiding, but what happened! ?

There was a piercing pain in his heart, Zong Zhengyu's past promises kept echoing in his mind, but now he was laughing with other women in front of him.

The two appeared at the same time, and everything seemed extraordinarily ironic.

Feng Canglan stood in the snow, looking at the one red and one black in the same picture over there.

The snow-white background, the woman's red dress, and the man's black robe, the picture is surprisingly harmonious, beautiful, and... well matched.

In the bitter cold wind, Feng Canglan didn't know how long she stood, and she stood for as long as the person opposite stood there.

From the beginning to the end, I watched quietly without making a sound.

Tears silently slid down the corners of the moist eyes and fell on the bluestone road.

"It's a bit cold." Over there, the woman's crisp voice sounded, and Zong Zhengyu's Shen Bing's voice did not have a trace of warmth, "Then go back."

The two turned around one after the other, the woman in the red skirt paused slightly when she saw Feng Canglan behind her, and Zong Zhengyu looked up as if looking into it.There are three people on both sides, you look at me, I look at you, and there is silence.

When Feng Canglan saw the woman in the red dress clearly, her pupils shrank suddenly.

Xiang Ling! ?
How could it be...

Xiangling looked at Feng Canglan from a distance away, the moment they looked at each other, she pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes were brightly provocative.

As if Feng Canglan didn't see her provocation, she lightly skipped her gaze and focused on Zong Zhengyu.

Suddenly, something came to Feng Canglan's mind, her pupils trembled, and she turned back to Xiangling, her gaze was like a torch, as if she wanted to see through her.

Red skirt and black hair, this appearance, this picture...

A painting appeared in Feng Canglan's mind, the painting where ink was accidentally splashed, when the ink was splashed on his face, all he could see was a picture of a beautiful woman in a red dress with ink flying, and the rest could not be seen anymore What came out.

Xiang Ling's dress returned to the appearance in the painting, and a terrible idea appeared in Feng Canglan's mind.

As soon as the thought came up, Feng Canglan quickly shook his head to kill it.

No, Zong Zhengyu said that the painting was just drawn in a dream, and there would never be such a person...

Not right...not right.

Feng Canglan, who had been washed away by Zong Zhengyu through self-hypnosis, had self-contradictions. Zong Zhengyu attached so much importance to that painting that it was completely impossible for him to be just a dreamer.

And... if it was really a dream, wouldn't it be even more haunting.

Reluctant to let go in the dream, met in reality...

Messy thoughts poured out uncontrollably, all kinds of assumptions, any one of them was a devastating blow.

Discomfited by Feng Canglan's scorching gaze, Xiang Ling spoke first, "Princess Regent."

"Yeah." The water in the eyes is still there, Feng Canglan forced a smile, turned to look at Zong Zhengyu, "Yu Yu, why don't you notify me when there is a guest, how can I be regarded as the mistress of the palace?" ?”

"Xiang Ling came to be a guest, but I, the hostess, didn't come out to accompany her. Maybe I'm not sensible." She smiled softly and softly, but there was no smile in her beautiful eyes.

"Ah." Xiangling said in embarrassment, "It's okay, it's the same as staying with me in the future, this time the prince will be with me."

"My lord told me to come to the palace often." She smiled and looked at Feng Canglan intently, trying to see anger and hysteria from her face.

However, Feng Canglan didn't make her wish come true, she looked at the two of them and nodded with a smile, "Alright then, you guys continue to stroll around, I'll go back first as it's too cold."

After talking to the two of them, Feng Canglan turned and left decisively.

The corners of Xiangling's mouth kept rising, and her eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge.

Soon she restrained her emotions and looked at Zong Zhengyu. As soon as she turned her head, she met Zong Zhengyu's ancient well-free pupils, as deep as an abyss.

Staring silently, one's scalp tingles, giving one a feeling of being seen through.She stabilized her mind and said softly, "My lord, you look at me like this, but what's wrong with my face?"

"Why?" Zong Zhengyu's magnetic voice was low and cold, as if it came from an ice cellar, and Xiangling couldn't help but feel a chill down her back.

Not understanding the meaning, she avoided looking and said, "Why?"

"It's obviously the same." Zong Zhengyu said an ambiguous sentence, lowered his head with eyebrows lowered, his slender eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, "It's obviously the same, but you are not."

There was a slight sigh in his voice, which was blown away by the wind as soon as he said it.

Xiangling frowned, before Zong Zhengyu's voice sounded again, "Don't come here again."

Leaving a cold sentence and leaving, only Xiangling was left standing in the ice and snow.Looking at the leaving figure, she clenched her hands tightly and her eyes were twisted.

They have all been erased from memory, and they can still do this!

Feng Canglan is really, good luck!

Xiangling clenched her hands and turned to leave, and the lucky Feng Canglan arrived at the hospital at this moment.

Back in the house, she took out a piece of paper that was pressed under the book, Gong Shang stood by and watched as she wrote an orthographic character on the paper, and there were three identical orthographic characters written on the whole paper, I don’t know what it was for What are you here for.

After finishing writing, Feng Canglan pressed the paper under the book and wiped away the ink accidentally stained on the pen holder.

The slender fingers are white and quickly, after being stained with ink, the fingers are even whiter by comparison.

"Gong Shang, tell me...the painting that Zong Zhengyu cared about before, is there really someone?" Zeng Zong Zhengyu told her that it was a painting of nothingness, but today she saw Xiangling like that. After dressing up...

She suddenly discovered that it was actually not that simple.

In the case of erasing memories, being able to show mercy to people in the same costume is not like a simple dream no matter how you look at it.

"How could it be? Didn't the lord say that..." Gong Shang subconsciously said, and suddenly came back to his senses just as he said it, and understood Feng Canglan's meaning, "Miss, what do you mean...?"

(End of this chapter)