The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 69 It's been so long, I even forgot about you...

Feng Canglan rushed into Zong Zhengjin's arms, screaming in a male voice, "Ajin!"

This is a woman, her voice is thinner, so it's really tasteful to speak with a male voice.

Zong Zhengjin hugged the man in his arms to block Zong Zhengyu's sight, and patted his back to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, this is my uncle."

Seeing the two men hugging each other on the bed, Zong Zhengyu's eyes darkened, and he withdrew his hand.

The quilt in the air slowly fell to hide Feng Canglan.

Zong Zhengyu turned the wheelchair and left without saying a word about the man on King Jin's bed.

Wendao next to him stared like copper bells, it was hard to believe that the cowardly and inferior King Jin was so bold and masculine.

It was even because that man looked at Wang Ye just now!
After Zong Zhengyu left the wing room, he continued to check one by one, and only withdrew his troops after checking everything.

It was already late at night, and there were no two people on the street.

Hearing the sound of orderly footsteps gradually moving away, Feng Canglan made a slight movement.

Zong Zhengjin hurriedly got up and stood up straight, looking very cautious.

Feng Canglan slowly got up, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Thanks to her timely response, otherwise she would have been discovered.

"Brother Yun, how could you..." Zong Zhengjin was puzzled.

Feng Canglan got up laughing, "I have a little bit of a festive relationship with the regent, you are here, I am afraid that you will be involved."

She talked nonsense as soon as she opened her mouth, and she didn't need time to draft.

"I'm going back first, you should be careful." Feng Canglan leaned over to the door, opened a crack to watch the guests who came and went and retreated.

Walking towards the window, "I'm also drunk, it's like having an affair."

She complained in a low voice, Zong Zhengjin's eyes froze slightly, and slowly moved up.

The window was empty, Feng Canglan had already left.

Landing firmly, Feng Canglan stood up and patted the dirt on his body, and checked around to make sure no one was walking through the darkness.

wing room on the second floor
Zong Zhengjin stood at the window and looked at the dark street, stroked his forehead that had been medicated, closed the wooden window, turned and left.

In the dark night, an inconspicuous black shadow shuttled quickly, and finally stopped at the door of the newspaper office.

It is already midnight, the newspaper office is closed, Feng Canglan checks left and right, pushes the newspaper office away and walks inside.

As soon as I entered the door, the room lit up instantly, and there were four people in the same costumes standing on both sides, "Please!"

The four of them spoke in unison, and Feng Canglan followed behind to the backyard of the newspaper office.

Walking to a wall, one of them twisted the moving bricks on the ground, and the stone wall slowly moved away.

After going through the winding path and finally came to the outside of the room, she pushed open the door and saw a pair of eyes from inside.

Hua Shuqing stood up to greet her, and was surprised to see Feng Canglan, "Why are you here so late?"

"There is something, I will stay with you for a while, if Zong Zhengyu comes, remember to say that I came to you, from day to night yesterday."

Feng Canglan finished speaking quickly, without any emotion involved.

Hua Shuqing didn't ask, just nodded and said, "Okay."

"Are you okay last time?"

"I got word that you were hurt?"

"Small things." Feng Canglan rubbed his wrists and twisted his neck, "A little injury is nothing to worry about."

"One more thing." Huashu suddenly became serious, and the smile that had been hanging on his face all year round disappeared without a trace, "There are two forces following your news, one is the emperor, and the other is not yet Find out who it belongs to."

"They all have bad intentions."

"Do you want to give up contact with Zong Zhengyu for the time being? Once you contact him, you will be exposed, and it will be very dangerous at that time. It will not be too late to look for it after the wind has passed."

"Dangerous?" Feng Canglan curled his lips into a smile, the combination of coldness and killing made people couldn't help admiring, "In these years, there are many people who want to kill me."

"Then...how many of them were successful?"

She flicked her fingertips over the flames, "How to come and how to come."

"I haven't had the blood of killing for two years. If they want to come, I'll just do it."

Feng Canglan raised her eyebrows, the candlelight reflected the cold smile on her face.

Hua Shuqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I was worrying too much."

"It's been so long that I have forgotten who you are."

"You are feared by everyone, the one who can stop children from crying at night."

"Don't say that." She propped her chin with her hands and blinked her Qiushui eyes, with an innocent and innocent look, "He is clearly a living Bodhisattva in plain clothes and white gauze."

Hua Shuqing choked up, staring at Feng Canglan's innocence and innocence for a long time, then smiled softly, "You have changed a lot."

"Normal, people change."

The two had just chatted for a few words when there was a knock on the door outside, "My lord, the regent is looking for you."

Feng Canglan raised her brows, and said very fast, "I'll come as soon as I change into clothes." She can't wear this men's clothes now.

"There are women's clothes at the back, I'll wait for you."

Putting on women's clothes, the two went out one after the other. Zong Zhengyu was sitting in the lobby of the newspaper office, flipping through a newspaper in his hand.

A team of guards lined up neatly outside the newspaper office, all dressed neatly, standing upright, the scene was very spectacular,

"My lord." Feng Canglan hurried over with a surprised expression, "It's midnight, why are you here?"

Zong Zhengyu slowly folded the newspaper and put it back in its original place, raised his sword eyebrows slightly and opened his eyes, his deep phoenix eyes were locked on Feng Canglan's body.

"Pick you up and go home."

Feng Canglan, who knew he was wrong, suddenly changed his style of painting, showing a flattering smile, "I came out yesterday to have something to do with Hua Shuqing, and I forgot that it was so late."

"It's Cang Lan's fault that makes the prince worry."

Zong Zhengyu Gujing Wubo's eyes flicked past Feng Canglan, and stopped on Hua Shuqing next to him, "Go home."

"Okay." She said yes again and again, turned around and cleared the picture behind her, "It's getting late and I'm going back, let's talk another day."

Then he left the newspaper office.

Wen Qing pushed the wheelchair into the carriage, followed by Feng Canglan.

The two sat down, and the carriage drove slowly.

The sudden silence made Feng Canglan a little worried, there was no one outside after the curtain was lifted, it was already very late.

Zong Zhengyu was holding a teapot and wanted to pour tea, so she quickly let go of the curtain and came over to help, "Cang Lan just comes."

He snatched the teapot from Zong Zhengyu, poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it over, with a flattering smile on his face, "My lord, please."

Zongzheng stared at her intently with eyes as dark as ink, Feng Canglan flinched, subconsciously thinking that she had been seen through.

"My lord~ the tea is almost cold, drink it quickly."

She averted her eyes to remind Zong Zhengyu, looking down at the teacup, "It's herbal tea, so why not talk about it?"

"Yeah." Feng Canglan patted his forehead lightly, and smiled embarrassedly, "Canglan is confused."

"Being fascinated by the lord's beauty, he speaks nonsense." She secretly blew a wave of rainbow farts, which Zong Zhengyu used to like the most.

But this time, his face remained the same, and he didn't look any better.

Feng Canglan frowned slightly, and was thinking of other countermeasures when suddenly her waist tightened and her body lost her balance and fell forward, kneeling on the ground and throwing herself on Zong Zhengyu's lap.

Subconsciously wanted to get up, but Zong Zhengyu held down his shoulders.

She raised her head, Zong Zhengyu's fingers pinched her chin, her phoenix eyes were dark and turbulent...

(End of this chapter)