The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 64 Lan'er and Xiaojin are chatting together

The jailer pointed to the person lying on the ground, the cell was too dark to see clearly, only a figure could be seen.

King Jin walked away slowly.

"King Jin, beware of deceit!" A jailer reminded, and the guard next to him poked his arm fiercely, and glared, "Otherwise, you go."

The jailer who spoke immediately shut up.

King Jin shook his head, "I'm fine."

He walked over with the torch, put the torch in front of the figure, and saw that he squatted on his stomach and threw him over.

The torch approached, and the moment he saw his face, he was shocked, "Princess Regent!"

"Aunt Seventh Emperor." King Jin shook Feng Canglan, and she slowly woke up with half-closed eyes.

The moment he saw King Jin, he threw himself into his arms, "There is an assassin!"

"There are so many assassins! I'm so scared!"

Feng Canglan threw herself into King Jin's arms and hugged her tightly, looking terrified, her beautiful autumn eyes were stained with water.

I feel pity, it hurts.

"Aunt Qihuang, why are you here, what happened?"

Feng Canglan shook his head in fear, "I didn't know that I suddenly lost consciousness while shopping with Zong Zhengyu."

"Wake up here, there is a man!"

"He was wearing a black robe and a black dragon mask, and he was tall. She brought me here."

"I'm so scared."

The more she cried, the quieter her voice became. After listening to Feng Canglan's description, King Jin was full of worry and fear, "I will definitely be scolded by my father when I am on duty this month."

"Don't worry about scolding or not, I feel very uncomfortable and hurt."

Feng Canglan took advantage of the situation and fell into King Jin's arms, King Jin stepped back immediately, and Feng Canglan fell to the ground.

The palm of the injured hand was facing up, and it was black.

King Jin frowned, "I'm poisoned."

"Okay... It seems that the assassin caught me to block the arrow."

"It's so uncomfortable, call me a doctor, I'm going to die."

Feng Canglan's groans became smaller and smaller, and her breath became weaker and weaker.

King Jin no longer cared about the etiquette of punishment, and ran out with Feng Canglan in his arms.

In the dark night, he was dressed in white, and Feng Canglan's blue dress was particularly conspicuous.

Holding Feng Canglan all the way to the Prince Regent's Mansion.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Prince Regent's Mansion was tense.

There is no sound in the whole mansion, the chirping of cicadas in summer is gone, and there is silence.

Zong Zhengyu was sitting in the living room, holding a teacup in which the water surface was choppy.

"No news from the princess yet?"

"I haven't reported back to the princess yet." Wen asked in a low voice.

Zong Zhengyu tightened his hand holding the teacup, "I can't find it before dawn, so I will bring you to see me."

Asked with a chill in his heart, he bowed in response, "Yes."

Just about to step out of the living room, a hurried and excited voice sounded outside, "The princess is back! The princess is back!"

Zong Zhengyu put down the teacup with a "snap", and quickly turned the wheelchair to get out.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Zong Zhengjin running in with Feng Canglan in his arms.

Zong Zhengyu's face was dark, and he was full of hostility.

"Uncle Seventh Emperor, Aunt Seventh Emperor has been poisoned." Zong Zhengjin said quickly.

Hearing the poisoning, the darkness on Zong Zhengyu's face dissipated instantly, and he hugged Feng Canglan into his arms.

Looking at Feng Canglan with a blue face, Zong Zhengyu's heart kept sinking, "Quick! Call Wen Fengjun!"

"My lord should call a doctor." Wendao hurried up to remedy.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were full of hostility, and he sternly reprimanded, "Call Wen Fengjun over here!"

Wen Wen's back stiffened, and he glanced at Zong Zhengjin, "Butler Wen hasn't come back today."

"Not back! He wasn't there when I was looking for him!" Zong Zhengyu's eyes were red and his voice was trembling as he saw the person in his arms whose breathing was getting weaker and weaker.

"Xin'er!" He growled tremblingly, "Let Xiner come here!"

Wendao responded and hurried out to call Xin'er.

Zong Zhengyu embraced the unconscious Feng Canglan, his pupils were bloodshot, "Lan'er, it will be fine."

"With your husband here, nothing will happen to you."

He hugged Feng Canglan tightly, as if Feng Canglan would disappear as soon as he let go.

Zong Zhengjin stood on one side, a hint of surprise flashed in his submissive peach eyes, it was the first time that Zong Zhengyu was so surprised when he lost his composure.

"I'm coming."

Asked to come back, Xin Er followed behind.

Stepping into the living room, Xin'er felt the solemn atmosphere inside.

Zong Zhengyu looked up at the person who came in, "Wen Fengjun said that you have the best medical skills, so save Lan'er quickly."

"The king will reward her for saving her!"

Hearing that Shang Xin'er suppressed the smile on her face, she said arrogantly, "I begged to give this girl countless money, rewards are nothing."

"What do you want? I can give you whatever you want!"

"I want..." Xin'er's eyes rolled slightly, "I want you to accept me as a righteous sister."

"Okay! Hurry up and detoxify Lan'er."

The goal was achieved, Xin'er was all smiles, and ordered Zong Zhengyu to lay Feng Canglan down.

Asked to quickly move a couch for the imperial concubine, Zong Zhengyu put the person in his arms down.

Xin'er checked the wound first, probably knew what the poison was and smiled lightly, then turned to take Feng Canglan's pulse.

With her fingertips down, the smile on Xin'er's face gradually disappeared, and finally she remained expressionless.

"I..." Withdrawing her hand, she kept stammering, Zong Zhengyu was so anxious that she sternly reprimanded, "What are you! Hurry up and save people!"

Xin'er was yelled at and hurriedly treated the wound on her hand, cleaned up the toxin, and gave her the antidote to understand the poison on her hand.

After feeding the medicine, the outside has turned white, and dawn is coming.

After taking the antidote, Feng Canglan's complexion gradually improved.

Xin'er stood beside her, stirring her dress with her hands, "My lord... I have something to tell you."

Zong Zhengyu looked up dissatisfied, and finally turned the wheelchair and left.

Zong Zhengjin glanced at Feng Canglan worriedly, and then looked outside the door.

On the long corridor, Xin'er frowned.

Zong Zhengyu's icy voice sounded, "This king has agreed to accept you as a righteous sister."

"It's not about this."

"It's about Feng Canglan." She frowned again, "I checked the pulse just now, and found that she has a rare poison in her body besides the poison she suffered today."

"I've never seen this poison before, and I should have been poisoned for several years."

"Probably... probably, I won't survive next year."

After Xin'er finished speaking, the armrest of the wheelchair in Zong Zhengyu's hand was scrapped again.

His eyes were scarlet, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, "What did you say?!"

"Just...you won't survive next year."

"My lord... my lord's condolences." Seeing that the situation was a little scary, Xin'er hurried away, and Zong Zhengyu covered his head with red eyes and trembling hands.

Feeling so helpless for the first time.

After standing still for about a cup of tea, Zong Zhengyu suppressed his hostility and turned the wheelchair back.

In the living room, Feng Canglan had already woken up, talking and laughing with Zong Zhengjin, "Thank you this time, if it wasn't for you, I might have died."

"Don't talk nonsense, you want to live a long life."

Zong Zhengyu turned the wheelchair and came in, speaking out of dissatisfaction with Feng Canglan.

"How is it? But what else is uncomfortable?"

"There's nothing uncomfortable." While speaking, Feng Canglan looked at Zong Zhengjin.

"Don't worry about the prison. It's none of your business. When the emperor punishes you, just mention me. I can testify."

"Thank you, Aunt Seventh Emperor."

"The nephew will go first." Zong Zhengjin bowed and saluted gently and politely.

Looking at the back of him leaving, thinking that it will be her little husband in the future, her depressed mood will be relieved in an instant.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes focused on Feng Canglan, and followed her gaze towards the door, "Lan'er and Xiaojin can chat."

(End of this chapter)