The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 532 It seems to be... that kind of milk fragrance?
His hoarse voice was filled with pleading, and Feng Canglan's heart felt dense pain like needle pricks.

Looking at the person close at hand, he noticed that his dark pupils were occupied by jealousy and his eyelashes trembled.

He began to reflect on how his inadvertent actions had such a profound impact on Zong Zhengyu.

The child is her and Zong Zhengyu's child.

He was even jealous.

Yu Yu's possessiveness is too strong, and she can only feel it vaguely at ordinary times, but once it explodes, it's like now.

Eyes raised slightly, the two eyes intertwined.

Seeing her own figure reflected in those dark and cloudy phoenix eyes, she admitted at this moment.

She loves Zong Zhengyu, which is much worse than Zong Zhengyu's feelings for her.

"Lan'er..."

Zong Zhengyu's hoarse voice trembled, and the moment they looked at each other, he felt a retreat, for fear that Feng Canglan would feel bored or depressed.

He gradually let go of Feng Canglan's arm, and made a retreat, "No..."

Before the word could be said, Feng Canglan's arms under the quilt suddenly jumped out and overlapped Zong Zhengyu's back of the neck.

He raised his head and kissed his thin lips, focused his eyes on his ink-like phoenix eyes, which were shining with starlight, "Okay."

"You and the child come first with me, regardless of front or back."

"Because the child was born prematurely and was weak, I paid a little more attention and ignored you. I won't do it in the future."

After finishing speaking, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her white and tender cheeks rubbed against Zong Zhengyu's chin to appease his inner grievances, and then pecked lightly at the corner of her mouth, "You are my husband or the father of my child, how could I turn a blind eye to you and ignore you?" you."

Zong Zhengyu froze in place by Feng Canglan's series of manipulations, and he was dazed for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Looking at the person snuggling in his arms and hooking his neck, he stretched out his long arms to bring him into his arms, and kissed Feng Canglan's cherry lips affectionately, "Lan'er, you must keep your word."

Feng Canglan's expression paused for the words "keep your word", and then he smiled awkwardly.

what happened?

She felt that Zong Zhengyu was connoting her!

She lied to Zong Zhengyu many times in the past, and now she is reminded to keep her word after she made the promise.

That was all in the past!Why bring up old things again!

"There is a letter! There must be a letter!" She swore to reply.

With Zong Zhengyu's good looks by his side, it's hard to ignore him.

Zong Zhengyu tightened his arms around Feng Canglan's neck, and took a deep breath with an intoxicated look on his face, "What's the smell?"

"Ah?" Feng Canglan was bewildered, turned his head and sniffed his body, and suddenly seemed to remember something, with a look of embarrassment, he quickly let go of Zong Zhengyu to distance himself.

But Zong Zhengyu didn't let go, let alone let her go.

"But..." She blushed in embarrassment, and touched the tip of her nose in embarrassment, "Maybe it's because I haven't bathed for a long time, and the smell is stale."

Ahhhhh!
What the hell!Why is there such an embarrassing time!
Yuezi can't wash her hair or take a bath, and she's smelly all over, and she's still hugging Zong Zhengyu for intimacy!
dying!
The key was also smelled by Zong Zhengyu!

Her cool and peerless beauty image!Instant collapse!

The more she thought about Feng Canglan, the more embarrassed she felt, Zong Zhengyu didn't want to let go of her and could only bury her head in the opponent's armpit.

Let you not let go!
Smoke you to death!
Looking at the person in his arms who kept arching back and forth, Zong Zhengyu softened his brows and eyes, and his sharp breath restrained himself.

Caressing the back of Feng Canglan's head, she placed a light kiss on the top of her head, "It's not smelly, it's very fragrant."

Feng Canglan's head suddenly stopped.

fragrant?
Is it because you have a problem with your nose, or you still treat the smell as a fragrance!
Don't boast if you don't know how to boast, she is self-aware!

Zong Zhengyu bowed his head and leaned closer, sniffing lightly, with a lingering aftertaste, "It seems to be that... milky fragrance?"

"..."

Milky?

She subconsciously looked down, and her cheeks "smoothed" instantly flushed, like the red clouds in the sky.

From the red cheeks all the way to the white neck, she buried herself down, pulled the quilt to cover herself, urged with a blushing face, and her voice faltered, "You...you get out, let... let, Gong Shang brought the child in."

The suddenly flushed cheeks caught Zong Zhengyu's eyes, he raised his hand to test his body temperature but was avoided by Feng Canglan.

She was ashamed and annoyed, "Oh, hurry up and let the palace merchant bring the child in."

"Lan'er, your complexion is a little abnormal. Is there something uncomfortable? I'll call the doctor."

After finishing speaking, Zong Zhengyu was about to speak out, but Feng Canglan screamed to stop him, "No!"

"Oh, I'm fine, you just let the palace merchant bring the child in."

"You go!" She stretched out a hand and pushed.

Zong Zhengyu was half-believing, and left Fengqi Palace after confirming that Feng Canglan's blush was not caused by physical discomfort.

Watching Zong Zhengyu leave, Feng Canglan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he was not seen, otherwise he would be ashamed and humiliated.

Not long after Zong Zhengyu went out, Gong Shang came in with His Highness in his arms, "Ma'am, are you calling me?"

"Come here."

Feng Canglan hurriedly beckoned to bring the child over, the quilt slipped off and the protruding part of the chest was water-stained, exposing it to the air.

She said why her chest was uncomfortable!
The swollen breasts wet her clothes, which made Zong Zhengyu feel shameless when she saw her.

After the child was born, someone from below asked someone to find a nanny, but she refused. It would be better to breastfeed the child by herself.

She eats food supplements and has a lot of milk, so the children are growing very well.

If there are obvious changes, I plan to continue to feed the baby by myself.

Sometimes too much supplementation is not good. The child is full but still swells and hurts badly. It is the first time that it overflows on the lining like today.

Unbutton the skirt and start feeding.

The child was still very face-saving, muttering that the food was delicious, and humming in satisfaction.

The swelling and pain eased a little, and the baby who was satisfied with eating suddenly stopped eating, waving his hands and feet as if he was full and stopped eating.

The little guy stopped eating, and swam up again from the pain that had just eased.

The painful Feng Canglan's eye sockets were moist, he was originally a pain-prone physique, and his pain-sensing nerves were particularly sensitive, and this pain was even more painful, so tears filled his eye sockets.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness doesn't seem to be hungry."

"En." Feng Canglan pulled up the front of his clothes, and handed the child to the palace merchant in a discouraged manner.

Just at this time, Zong Zhengyu, who had been wandering outside the hall, stepped into the hall.

As soon as she came in, she saw Feng Canglan's beautiful eyes were full of tears, she wanted to cry, she was so pitiful and lovable.

"Lan'er, what's wrong with you?"

Zong Zhengyu came quickly, and the palace merchant left with His Royal Highness in his arms.

Seeing Zong Zhengyu coming in with an anxious face, Feng Canglan's blood surged up.

Why is Zong Zhengyu in here?

She had planned to use the utensil to express the excess milk and store it.

What did Zong Zhengyu do as soon as he came in?
"I'm fine, I want to rest, you go out first." She chased people three times, but Zong Zhengyu didn't let her do so.

Sitting beside the bed, her eagle-like eyes were focused and full of worry, her voice suddenly softened, "Why are you crying?"

Wiping the tears at the end of his eyes with his bony hands, he looked like he would never give up if he didn't ask.

"pain……"

"Where does it hurt?" Zong Zhengyu's face suddenly changed, as if he was facing an enemy.

Feng Canglan blushed, hesitated for a while and didn't have the nerve to say anything.

The more she behaved like this, the more anxious Zong Zhengyu became. He pressed her questions even harder, and her voice unconsciously increased a little, giving a feeling of roaring, "Where does Lan'er hurt? Tell me quickly."

She felt uncomfortable because of the pain, but now she was yelled at by Zong Zhengyu, and she blurted out angrily, "Chest pain!"

The beautiful eyes with tears in them were full of grievances, "The little guy doesn't eat much, and it hurts if he can't finish eating."

The anxious look on Zong Zhengyu's face froze, and his focused eyes slowly moved to the water-stained lining.

Under the slender eyelashes, the phoenix eyes seemed to be unreadable thick ink, and the voice was hoarse, "I will help you."

(End of this chapter)