The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 494 Lan'er, tell me, do I really have a mental problem
Feng Canglan frowned, and looked at Hua Shuqing with obvious questioning in his eyes.

"Hey, there's no other way. It's not good for him to stay outside the house." Hua Shuqing explained briefly, and then used the excuse that he had something to leave, leaving Feng Canglan and the people outside the yard behind.

Withdrawing her gaze from looking at the people outside, Feng Canglan turned around and was about to close the door when entering the house.

Zong Zhengyu expected her move to come teleportingly, and blocked the door that was about to close with one hand.

"Hmm..." A painful muffled sound sounded, Feng Canglan's eyes focused on the hands caught by the door, subconsciously wanted to let go but he held on at the moment his sanity disappeared, and finally let the door hold Zong Zhengyu's hand all the time hand.

Relax a little, as long as he pulls his hand away, nothing will happen, but it is absolutely impossible to force his way in.

"Lan'er, let's talk." Zong Zhengyu's voice was a bit vicissitudes, and his whole body seemed exhausted.

It seemed that he hadn't rested well during this period, his eyes were bruised, and the stubble on his chin hadn't been cleaned up. He looked like a frustrated middle-aged man, with red bloodshot eyes mixed with prayers, "We can't do this, we can't do this." Things need to be solved, you can't be bored in your heart, isn't that what you said?"

"Lan'er, let me go in. I will definitely give you an explanation today." Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently, and his tired face turned pale.

Feng Canglan and Liu Ye frowned, worry appeared in his eyes.

Moving aside to open the door, Zong Zhengyu coughed with surprise on his face, and closed the door after entering the room.

Before he could speak, Feng Canglan's voice sounded first, "Speak, what are you talking about."

The voice was still cold, but when he returned to the room, he poured a cup of tea and put it on the table.

White smoke curled up, exuding heat.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes trembled, his heart felt warm, and he held steaming hot tea in both hands, "I have been thinking about it for a long time in the past three days, Lan'er, you asked me when I fell in love, I have passed everything from the time we met to the present. Once again. I don’t know when I started to like it.”

"But I know that when I don't want you to leave, I already like it."

"I don't know the origin of the love, but it goes deeper and deeper." Zong Zhengyu's eyes were fierce and serious, looking at Feng Canglan as if he was answering something very important, "When I blocked the formation, it was entirely because I didn't want Lan'er to get hurt."

"Perhaps... At that time, there was indeed a selfish thought in my heart. I don't want Lan'er to forget me."

"So?" Feng Canglan suddenly interrupted, with fierce words, "You don't want me to forget you, so you forget me?"

"No. I only had one thought in my mind at that time, not to let you get hurt." Zong Zhengyu's voice was firm and serious, his eyes were burning and he was concentrating.

Most of the resentment and hatred accumulated in my heart during this period disappeared after Zong Zhengyu's words.

For some reason, the eye sockets were wet and the nose was sour.

Turning around to avoid looking, he didn't want Zong Zhengyu to see himself like this, "You go, I have no plans to go back for the time being, I want to be alone."

"Lan'er..." Zong Zhengyu's hoarse voice trembled violently, and he approached Feng Canglan step by step, his black pupils covered with bloodshot eyes were pitch black, "Do you want me to die?"

"Closing your eyes for the past few days means that you are leaving. I'm going crazy. I'm like a lunatic now." His whole body was shaking, and the madness and paranoia gushing out of his pupils made people shudder.

Feng Canglan looked at him and took two steps back, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

Zong Zhengyu quickly suppressed the madness in his eyes, and the almost morbid paranoia on his face slowly dissipated, turning into Feng Canglan's ideal type.Relaxed brows and eyes, brows are gentle, and the soft voice is full of pleading, "Lan'er, I beg you, I beg you, please. Don't be angry, okay?"

On her pale and tired face, and those phoenix eyes full of red blood, there was no trace of gentleness and elegance in her whole body. On the contrary, it was shocking and her scalp was numb.

Feng Canglan's breathing was stagnant, and she felt that Zong Zhengyu was on the verge of collapse, and he looked crazy as if he would come over and beat her in the next second.

"You...you drink some water first, chill, calm down, and talk about it later." The frenzied and bloodthirsty eyes made Feng Canglan recall the day when he was about to leave the palace on New Year's Eve.Zong Zhengyu also had the same look and gaze, almost strangling her to death.

Zong Zhengyu had a full view of the panic and fear in Feng Canglan's Qiushui eyes. He closed his eyes tightly to suppress his almost uncontrollable emotions, and violently broke through the cage, almost devouring his whole mind.

His suppression caused his chest to rise and fall, and he laughed like a maniac.

It's been a long time since I saw Zong Zhengyu like this, his brows and eyes are almost gentle in front of her.Almost forgot that he would go crazy if he was too extreme and out of control.

Having seen Zong Zhengyu go crazy uncontrollably, Feng Canglan hurriedly comforted him softly, fearing that something would happen if he lost control for a while, "You...you stabilize, can you, can you stabilize?"

There was no response from the other side, and Feng Canglan's anxious eyes turned red, "What's the matter with you, you didn't quarrel, you're just like this."

"You...you calm down." Feng Canglan quickly stepped forward and took Zong Zhengyu's hand, the cold temperature spread from the palm to the heart, calming the mania in Zong Zhengyu's heart.

His irritability and uncontrollable emotions have obviously improved, Feng Canglan held him with one hand and hugged him, "Calm down, don't get excited."

Calm was slowly restored, the panting stopped, and the ups and downs of the chest also became gentle.

Zong Zhengyu closed his eyes, hooked Feng Canglan into his arms with his long arms, and his tall and stalwart body completely covered her, not daring to open his eyes to let her see the crazy and uncontrollable expression in his eyes.

The two hugged each other, and the fierce quarrel in the room suddenly became silent.

Feng Canglan hugged Zong Zhengyu and rubbed against his body, then asked the situation in a soft voice, "Are you okay?"

"Hmm..." A hoarse voice sounded, and Zong Zhengyu's closed eyes flashed countless strange colors, and finally let go of his arms around the person and turned to leave.

"Zong Zhengyu!"

The other party left decisively, Feng Canglan turned around and called out, "What do you mean? Come and leave as you want? You can tell me clearly today!"

Zong Zhengyu paused as he was about to step out of the room, and turned his back to Feng Canglan, not daring to face him directly, "Lan'er, tell me, do I really have a mental problem, otherwise I can't control my emotions."

This is the number of times he has lost control in front of Lan'er, and he can't count it.

Let Lan'er see such a terrifying side again, she didn't even dare to look into her eyes.

Disgust, nausea or fear?
"What..." Feng Canglan subconsciously said, and just realized that Zong Zhengyu was because of the emotional out of control just now, and comforted in a low voice, "People have seven emotions and six desires, and sometimes it is normal to be too excited and out of control."

"What mental problem, what are you thinking about!"

"Isn't it?" Zong Zhengyu turned around quietly, his black eyes were as deep as the night, and the glance at each other made people's hair shudder, "But I just had the idea of ​​killing you and taking you away."

(End of this chapter)