The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 56 Have you figured out how to serve me?
Feng Canglan's face was slightly stagnant, and he cursed in his heart.

I wash you uncle!
Looking at Feng Canglan's white and green cheeks, Zong Zhengyu leaned closer to his ears with a magnetic voice, with a different kind of allure, "Two people together, it will save time."

"Really?" Feng Canglan squeezed out two words stiffly.

Zong Zhengyu raised his eyes slightly, and there was a sinister smile in his black eyes, "Of course."

"It's true that two people take a bath faster than one, but... if you do other things..." He sighed softly, with a lot of meaning.

Feng Canglan's back was stiff, and Zong Zhengyu rubbed against her earlobe. His voice seemed to be tempting Eve to eat the forbidden fruit, "Not necessarily."

She only felt her back go soft, and the arms around Zong Zhengyu's neck tightened suddenly, and she buried her head and dared not look at his expression.

come to the bath
The wind blows the red Luo lightly, and there is an inexplicable feeling of fragrance and ripples.

Zong Zhengyu let go of Feng Canglan's waist, and she immediately jumped up and took a few steps back to distance herself from her.

Zong Zhengyu unbuttoned his clothes slowly, with a serious look that didn't look like a joke at all.

"Still in a daze?" After taking off the last piece of clothing, only a pair of obscene trousers remained, exposing a strong chest.

Black hair with a shawl, phoenix eyes rippling, a picture of a handsome man taking a bath.

Normally, Feng Canglan could still appreciate it for a while, but at this moment, she has no such intentions at all.

Now that my mind is calm, I feel that Zong Zhengyu's actions just now are weird.

Just kissed her!

A sense of crisis arises spontaneously, which is a woman's sixth sense.

She vaguely felt that what she had imagined seemed to be far from the reality.

Feng Canglan frowned and shook her head, "Otherwise you go first, I'll just wash it myself later."

After finishing speaking, he was about to run away, and his wrist was pulled by a force just after taking two steps.

Stopping to check, Zong Zhengyu grabbed her wrist and pulled it.

"thump!"

Feng Canglan lost his balance and fell into the bath, stood up abruptly the moment he fell into the water, and met Shang Zong Zhengyu's dark black eyes with a smile.

"Bathe for me."

"Okay...okay." Feng Canglan hesitated to agree.

Zong Zhengyu turned around, Feng Canglan wiped his back with a handkerchief.

While wiping, I thought about what was going on.

She thought that she might have guessed Zong Zhengyu's mind wrong.

After all, this is not a modern society anymore, it is an imperial society where men are respected.

In addition, Zong Zhengyu is the king regent who is under one man and above ten thousand, machismo is affirmative.

Even if you don't like it, a woman who has already married into the door is less likely to get married and divorce in the backyard.

It has been many years since I came to Shangluo mainland, and I have never heard of the union and separation.

That's why Zong Zhengyu had such a big reaction when Hua Shuqing mentioned this matter today.

If so, more caution is required.

"What are you thinking?" Zong Zhengyu's thin lips parted slightly, and a cold voice escaped from his throat.

Feng Canglan smiled timidly, her snow-white cheeks blushed, "Of course I'm thinking about how to serve the prince later."

"That's it." Zongzheng Yufeng narrowed his eyes and turned around, facing Feng Canglan face to face.

The black hair spread flat on the water surface to form a mysterious net, the strong chest muscles were exposed to the air, and a few drops of bath water flowed down and condensed into beads.

"Then, Lan'er, have you figured out how to serve her?" He suddenly leaned in front of Feng Canglan, not giving her a chance to dodge.

The two are close at hand, breathing together.

Feng Canglan raised her head slightly, shyness shone in her clear Qiushui pupils.

Zong Zhengyu laughed amusedly by this appearance, "It's okay, I will teach you for my husband later."

"Okay." Feng Canglan closed his eyes, his eyes were full of calm, nowhere was he shy and timid just now.

"The front was not washed." Zong Zhengyu's magnetic voice sounded.

Feng Canglan wiped her chest with a handkerchief, Zong Zhengyu looked at the person in front of her with her head bowed seriously, reached out to caress her flushed cheeks, and brushed the wet hair behind her ears.

Feng Canglan squeezed the handkerchief tightly, "Okay."

"It's my king who is well, but you are not well yet." His soft and magnetic voice made people's scalp tingle unconsciously.

Just as he was about to explain, he saw Zong Zhengyu's fine-boned fingers land on the hem of his clothes and untie them one by one.

"If you agree to wash together, then wash together."

"My lord, I will do it myself." Feng Canglan grabbed the skirt of his clothes, turned around and leaned against the edge of the bath.

Zong Zhengyu's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he withdrew his hand leisurely.

Watching Feng Canglan's swaying and unwilling movements, he slapped the surface of the water and flew into the air, at the same time a white robe flew over his body, and then fell steadily.

He turned the wheelchair and left, leaving Feng Canglan a back view, "The king is waiting for you inside."

Feng Canglan took a peek from the corner of her eye, and only let go when she saw him leave.

After taking a bath, I took off the hairpin, and the black hair like ink cascaded down.

Looking at the hairpin in his hand, Feng Canglan's eyes turned cold.

Stuck the hairpin into the cuffs, opened the red ribbon and walked to the bedroom.

Zong Zhengyu was sitting on the bed, his long hair was draped over his back, two strands fell in front of him, and he was reading seriously with a book in his hand.There is a feeling of abstinence and coolness.

"Okay?" Zong Zhengyu turned his gaze from the book to Feng Canglan.Seeing that she wrapped herself tightly, her hands were pressed together against her chin.

"All right."

She shifted her pace and sat down. As soon as she sat firmly, Zong Zhengyu threw her on the bed and pressed her under her body, "Having bathed for so long, have you figured out how to serve me?"

Feng Canglan secretly moved, the movement obviously wanted to escape, "No... I didn't think about it."

"That's my husband to teach you." Zong Zhengyu held her cheeks and kissed her.

At the moment of the kiss, Feng Canglan turned his head to avoid it.

Zongzheng Yufeng narrowed his eyes slightly, covering the danger in his pupils.

Feng Canglan dragged her hands into the quilt under her body, forcing herself to turn her head.

Things have been like this, no matter what, I have to fish out something useful.

When she looked back, the tails of her eyes were raised, and her autumn water eyes were charming.

The lotus root arm was hooked around Zong Zhengyu's neck, and she smiled softly, flirting with bones, like a vixen who wants to suck people's energy.

She stood up and left a sweet kiss on the corner of Zong Zhengyu's mouth.

Touched lightly and left, shy and timid, "Then thank you, my lord."

The sweet and soft touch of the corner of the mouth was engraved in his mind, Zong Zhengyu looked at the charmingly smiling Feng Canglan, his phoenix eyes darkened, and his long arms wrapped around his slender waist.

Pretending to kiss her, Feng Canglan covered Zong Zhengyu's lips with her hands, and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty won't blame Lan'er for the matter of Steward Wen today, will you?"

"No." Zong Zhengyu's voice was hoarse.

Cang Lan's winking eyes were like silk, and she hugged Zong Zhengyu's neck happily, "Your Highness is so kind. I heard that there are countless treasures in the Prince Regent's Mansion, but Cang Lan has never seen any treasures in the Palace for so long~"

Her delicate voice is full of charm, and her glance and smile are full of charm.

Zong Zhengyu tightened his arms around her slender waist, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Then can Canglan want a treasure?" She always kept a trace of clarity in her charming autumn eyes.

Zong Zhengyu stared at her without responding.

Feng Canglan's heart tightened, and he twisted his waist, drawing a circle on Zong Zhengyu's chest with his fingers, and finally moved all the way up to stop at his Adam's apple.

She raised her head and kissed, biting her white teeth lightly.

Zong Zhengyu's body was stiff, and his hoarse voice seemed to be restraining something, "Okay, Lan'er will give you whatever you want."

Feng Canglan's eyebrows were seductive, and he licked his Adam's apple and whispered, "Lan'er wants Jiu..."

"Bang!"

(End of this chapter)