The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 50 Na Lan'er told her husband, did you lie just now?
Where Feng Canglan couldn't see, a cold and bloodthirsty surface appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"so."

"En." Feng Canglan bowed his head, not noticing this change.

There was an icy cold touch on the shoulder, Feng Canglan closed his eyes and blowing rainbow fart, "The ointment of the prince is just good, it doesn't hurt when you get on your upper body."

"Really?" Zong Zhengyu chuckled.

"Yes, very comfortable."

After applying the medicine, Feng Canglan was about to pull up his skirt, but was stopped by a hand just as he touched it.

She raised her eyebrows, and saw Zong Zhengyu's broad palm caressing the back of her hand.

Moulu was curious and was about to remind, when Zong Zhengyu suddenly got close to him.

Thin lips pressed against Feng Canglan's ear, her magnetic voice was terribly gentle, "Will Lan'er lie to your husband?"

The sound was like the cry of a devil, and Feng Canglan froze instantly.

It took a while to move mechanically, and smiled, "Dang...Of course not."

"That's good." He chuckled, and kissed Feng Canglan's ear.

Feng Canglan's pupils shrank sharply, as if he had been given a body-holding technique, unable to move.

Sensing the change in Feng Canglan, Zong Zhengyu smiled unabated, pushed aside the hair that hung on his back, bowed his head and kissed her neck.

Feng Canglan's heart suddenly tightened, and he didn't dare to move.

What... what's the situation?
The hot touch on the neck reached directly to the brain nerves, Feng Canglan's mind went blank, only tinnitus was heard.

"My lord... my lord." She said tremblingly.

No... not so much, right?
She has stained a painting, so there's no need to frighten her with such a big fight?

Besides, she apologized and knew she was wronged, so she admitted that she had lost.

Zong Zhengyu stood up straight, pulled Feng Canglan's skirt up, and fastened the rope buckle for it with his slender fingers, "Lan'er must remember what I just said."

After fastening the rope buckle, he suddenly approached and lowered his voice, "Lan'er wants to know what happened to the last one who lied to her husband?"

Feng Canglan's expression tightened, no!
She doesn't want to know!

If it wasn't for the absolutely reliable sweepers behind her, she really doubted that Zong Zhengyu knew that she had given her a green hat.

And it doesn't count?
It's just settled, a year from now.

By then, Zong Zhengyu and Zong Zhengyu have already terminated the relationship when they got the things.

She has a very moral bottom line, at least during the relationship with Zong Zhengyu and his wife, she will not mess around.

Zong Zhengyu's fine-boned fingers twirled Feng Canglan's lips and smiled lightly, "He had his tongue cut off, and then ate it himself."

Feng Canglan's expression froze, "Wang... my lord, don't scare Canglan."

"Husband never scares people, only tells the truth."

"So, Lan'er has to be obedient and only tell the truth, otherwise..."

"The truth! Absolutely only tell the truth!" Feng Canglan hurriedly interrupted, fearing that Zong Zhengyu would say something earth-shattering and weeping.

"So good." Zong Zhengyu stroked the blue hair that caressed the wind, and his magnetic voice carried a hint of charm, "Then Lan'er told your husband, did you lie just now?"

Feng Canglan's pupils shrank deeply, and her heart trembled.

Inadvertently looking at Shang Zong Zhengyu's deep black phoenix eyes, his heart sank, and his voice raised unconsciously, "No!"

Realizing that she was a little emotional, she said in a soft and gentle voice, "How could Canglan lie to the lord?"

Zongzheng Yufeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a slight smile in his dark pupils, and he caressed down with his fingertips interspersed with black hair, "That's good."

He withdrew his hand and lay back on the bed, Feng Canglan was so shocked by what he did just now that he couldn't recover for a long time.

After a long time, Qiu Shuitong focused and quickly ran to the bathroom.

Wipe the kissed ears and neck where Zong Zhengyu can't see.

His eyes are cold and his movements are neat.

Feng Canglan stopped wiping until she turned red, and turned her gaze to the dormitory.

Zong Zhengyu's temperament is becoming more and more difficult to figure out.

Originally, I wanted to ask Zong Zhengjin about it, but it's better not to ask about the current situation.

Turning around and walking towards the dormitory, she narrowed her cold eyes and put on a smiling mask.

When she reached the bed, she was about to go up, but she stopped suddenly.

Now that she is considered a married person, it would be inappropriate to sleep with Zong Zhengyu on the same bed.

"My lord, Canglan will sleep on the imperial concubine's couch tonight." After speaking, she turned around and walked over without giving the other party a chance to refuse.

Zong Zhengyu, who was bowing his head, raised his eyelids and focused his gaze on Feng Canglan's red ears and neck. Thinking of the moment when he left just now, his eyes instantly darkened.

"My lord, when will the hospital be repaired?" It's not the same thing to stay with her all the time.

"I don't know." His cold voice slowly overflowed.

Feng Canglan raised her head subconsciously, noticing the other party's sudden change of mood, she changed the topic, "That...is that painting still salvageable?"

"If it's really hopeless, just redraw it?"

She took a cursory glance at the time and saw that the portrait was a woman.The style of the whole painting is a bit ethereal, it may be realistic while adding a little fantasy.

Moreover, according to what I saw in the study these days, the painting seems to be written by Zong Zhengyu.

This is much easier to solve, and it is a matter of redrawing.

"There's no need to mention this again." Zong Zhengyu cut off Feng Canglan's prepared remarks in one breath.

Feng Canglan opened his mouth a little dumb.

Zong Zhengyu was so nervous about the painting, and now he doesn't want her to mention it.

There is only one reason for the tension. Portraits of women are very important people.

It can be seen that the above paints came out in recent years, so it should be created in recent years, and it is very likely that it is a sweetheart.

As for not wanting her to mention...

Feng Canglan immediately frowned, as if he knew the whole story.

She is now the princess regent, and Zong Zhengyu felt that she had occupied the position of his beloved, so he did not let her mention it.

Although Zong Zhengyu was in a coma for two years, it was fake, but the poisoning was real.

Could it be that the two separated due to some external factors, and finally the emperor gave Zong Zhengyu the stupid her.

Thinking about it this way, Feng Canglan has already filled his mind with a sadomasochistic romance novel of several million words.

Usually according to the development of the story, Bai Yueguang will come out again in the end, abuse and love each other with the male lead, and finally have a perfect ending.

If this is the case, it will be much easier to resolve Zong Zhengyu's relationship after that year.

Thinking of this, Feng Canglan's mood suddenly improved a lot.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Zong Zhengyu, but he really didn't see that he was still a seed of infatuation.

No wonder he has always turned a blind eye to her graciousness, it turns out that he guards himself like a jade for Bai Yueguang.

Looking at it this way, Zong Zhengyu seemed to be pleasing to the eye a lot.

Feng Canglan raised his eyebrows to take a sneak peek from time to time, and Zong Zhengyu noticed that the gaze on the other side was unmoved, completely unaware that the other side had made up a long sadomasochism story of millions of words.

"My lord, good night." She greeted briskly and lay down to sleep.

The candle on the table kept beating, and Zong Zhengyu's sharp eyes pierced through the darkness, and locked onto Feng Canglan's flushed neck.

Under Gujing's calm eyes, there was a layer of coolness.

next day
Today is the January appointment between Wen Fengjun and Feng Canglan.Wen Fengjun has always disliked Feng Canglan, wishing to drive her out of the palace immediately.

So early in the morning, I broke into a drop in the ocean, "Feng Canglan! It's already January and you're not hurrying..."

While speaking, he pushed open the door, seeing the scene inside, his pupils shrank suddenly...

(End of this chapter)