The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 484 What about this painting?Does this match?

"No way?" Before that, the lord was really kind to the young lady, she probably wouldn't see it...

Feng Canglan chuckled, and slowly put down the wiped brush, "Is it possible? I'll know after trying it."

There was a bright smile on the corner of her pale lips, I hope it won't surprise her.

"Miss, you..." Gong Shang recovered from the shock, knowing that Feng Canglan was suspicious of Zong Zhengyu, his eyes couldn't help but rest on the lower abdomen under the winter skirt, thinking of what the doctor said before that the child showed signs of miscarriage , forced miscarriage may endanger the mother, and even the child may be defective, or even a stillbirth in the end.

Thinking of all these possibilities, and seeing her doubts and hesitations for a long time, the palace merchant finally said, "If it's really what Miss thinks, what will Miss plan?"

"How to plan?" How to plan... Feng Canglan said these words silently.

Yeah, how to plan.Now that Zong Zhengyu's memory has been erased because of her, what can he do if he knows?

However, I just want to know.

If it is true, then her humbleness during this time has really become a joke.

"We'll talk about it later." With four words, everything is possible.

During this period of time, Feng Canglan has been silent in the palace. Although it has been almost two months since Yun Chao's identity was revealed, there are still legends about her outside.

A group of envoys who were supposed to leave stayed in the Xingyun Kingdom for no reason, euphemistically calling it a visit to the mountains, rivers and geomantic omens of the Xingyun Kingdom. Sima Zhaozhi's purpose is well known.

Feng Canglan's identity is too special to attract the attention of the entire continent.

Today's Prince Regent's Mansion is being watched by people all over the world. On which day, when, and who enters and leaves the Palace, it will be spread in all directions by flying pigeons.

Those eyeliner spies can only see the outside situation and know nothing about the inside.

Jun Shiyu was one of the few who knew about the situation of the two of them.

He sent Xiang Ling to make the relationship between the two ossified, but it turned out that the two did not need external promotion at all.

Listening to the reports over there every day, Jun Shiyu's mood gradually improved, especially after hearing Xiangling talk about Feng Canglan's reaction when she saw her with Zong Zhengyu, and Zong Zhengyu's reaction at that time.

He knew that it was only a matter of time before Feng Canglan came to him, and he just had to wait slowly.

Everyone was staring at Yun Chao's piece of fat, which was about to move, and it would eventually fall into his bowl.

It snowed heavily for a while, and finally cleared up, and the snow on the ground gradually melted.

The sun is shining brightly here, and it shines warmly on people's bodies.

Feng Canglan went straight to the study with a picture scroll in her hand, today she didn't bring cakes, soup and tea, only a painting in her hand.

Seeing that Feng Canglan came again, he asked as usual, "Princess, the lord is busy..."

This sentence is repeated every day, and I am tired of asking for love. I don't understand how the two who were so good before have come to this point.

"I'm not here to deliver things today, I'm looking for Yuyu for something."

Hearing that there is something to do, it is not good to use that set of excuses and just say, "The princess wait a moment, and the subordinates go in to report."

He turned around and pushed the door open, Feng Canglan didn't wait in place and directly followed into the study.

"My lord, the princess wants to ask you for something."

"I don't see it." The two words were clean and neat, and there was no room for negotiation or turning around.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Canglan's voice followed, "Yu Yu was delayed for 2 minutes."

His word "not seeing" was completely ignored by Feng Canglan, the few people sitting together in the study all had admiration on their faces when they saw Feng Canglan come in.

First strategist!

They saw the legendary figure today.

Seeing that the couple had something to do, a few people left tactfully. As soon as they got up, Zong Zhengyu's indifferent voice sounded, "You are not worthy."

The three words made several ministers baffled, but they also felt that there was a bad meaning in it.

Feng Canglan pretended to be gentle, the corners of his mouth froze slightly, "I don't deserve it?"

Her icy voice was so stiff that her voice trembled as she spoke, and her whole body was on the verge of emotional collapse, trembling because of her extreme restraint.

"What about this painting? Does this match?" Feng Canglan showed the scroll, and Zong Zhengyu looked at it with serious eyes.

Feng Canglan's eyes were scorching, and she focused on Zong Zhengyu, not letting go of every expression on his face.

He watched silently for half a second, then lowered his head and continued to do his own thing, without the slightest abnormality.

Feng Canglan opened the whole scroll with a "snap", exposing the woman in the red dress in the painting, "What about this?"

Zong Zhengyu raised his head impatiently, glanced over the painting, and fixed his eyes on Feng Canglan, "I'm very busy now, I'm doing business, what exactly do you want to do?"

He is still the same, motionless as a mountain.

Feng Canglan pinched the painting, and with the sound of "tearing", the picture of a beautiful woman in a red dress in her hand was split into two from the waist.

Zong Zhengyu looked at her silently, as if looking at a crazy woman, indifferent and strange, "Crazy enough? If you are crazy enough, don't bother me."

The reaction on the other side was unexpected, but it was expected. The melancholy of the past few days dissipated instantly, and the smile on her face was more sincere, as long as it wasn't like that.She can... still persist and work hard, "Yuyu, what have you been doing these days? You seem so busy."

"Don't get out!" Zong Zhengyu raised his eyebrows suddenly, under the slanted flying eyebrows, the pupils seemed to be thick ink that could not be separated, and it seemed to be a bottomless abyss with whirlpools, which made people feel suffocated.

With a sudden growl, Feng Canglan's heart skipped a beat in shock, and he trembled.

The group of subordinates who hadn't left yet were forced to see this only felt cold on the soles of their feet, as if they had seen something they shouldn't have seen and heard something they shouldn't have heard.

After being yelled at, Feng Canglan's eyes turned hot, his nose sore, and he explained with a smile, "Then, that...you do your work first, and I'll come back later."

As she said that, she turned and left, and glanced at the group of people standing beside them dumbfounded, "You guys... let's get down to business first."

With a forced smile, tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably. She wiped her tears with a puzzled face and chuckled lightly, "Oh, I don't know what's going on, but the smoke from the incense burner in this room is so suffocating to the eyes."

The door was closed, and after a few counts, the eyes of the people next to him saw shock and disbelief.

One of the generals who didn't understand looked around, "Strange, is there any incense in the prince's study? No."

When his voice sounded, the minister next to him hurriedly covered his mouth and lowered his voice to his ear, "You should talk less."

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were serious, looking at the two-part painting on the ground, a chill lingered all over his body, causing the temperature in the entire study to plummet.

"Bang!"

The inkstone fell to the ground, and after a few counts, his body stiffened and he held his breath. Looking carefully at Zong Zhengyu's face, he saw that he was dealing with matters on the desk again.

The hearts of several people were trembling because of this operation, and they sat back after making eye contact.

The warm orange sunlight shone on the bare tree branches, Feng Canglan walked quickly on the bluestone path, and entered the courtyard to collide with the palace merchant.

The reddened Qiushui eyes filled with tears again, "Gong Shang, I think I can't hold on any longer."

(End of this chapter)