The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1512 Lan'er can't be removed in the future
"I'm so sorry, I'll make it up later."

"No no no!" Feng Canglan interrupted hastily, "I should have said it earlier."

She consciously lifted her feet onto the bed, Zong Zhengyu sat beside her, pinched Feng Canglan's ankle, took off her shoes and put on the red agate and golden bell anklet.

The red agate on the anklet was in stark contrast to the whiteness of Feng Canglan's ankle, Zong Zhengyu held his hand slightly tightly, lowered his eyes and slowly put on the boots for him.

"Lan'er, you can't take it off in the future."

"Even if it's a quarrel." He moved closer, his phoenix eyes were deeply commanding and warning, "Otherwise I'll get angry."

"I know... I know." Feng Canglan covered his feet with a quilt, always feeling that the place Zong Zhengyu pinched was hot.

"I fixed it for Lan'er. Then my reward..."

"Tell me, what do you want." Feng Canglan spoke very fast, and Zong Zhengyu stared at her, "The bracelet that Lan'er gave me before broke."

"Can you put it back on for me?"

Facing Zong Zhengyu's dark and gentle pupils, Feng Canglan felt that his whole body was about to be sucked in.

Like a vortex, sucking people into the tenderness.

"Okay." Feng Canglan just responded, and Zong Zhengyu took out the repaired red bean bracelet from his cuff and handed it over.

Feng Canglan caught it, and the scene of the red bean bracelet breaking in his palm came to mind.

"Even if you are angry, even if you quarrel, you can't destroy it."

"What you give me is mine."

"Aww." Feng Canglan echoed, and put the red bean bracelet back on.

Zong Zhengyu looked at the red bean bracelet on his wrist that didn't match his whole body with a smile on his face, "This is the best and best gift I have ever received."

"As a thank you, Lan'er should be returned."

"No..." The following words were drowned out before they could be spoken.

The corner of Feng Canglan's mouth twitched, she suspected that Zong Zhengyu didn't mean it just now.

Arrived late.

The warm winter sun shines through the wooden windows into the hall, and today is half a month.

The agreed day to marry Yan Xiang.

Feng Canglan had prepared to leave early, and resolved this morning to avoid complications.

This matter needs to be careful and careful.

Now both Yan Xiang and Moyu know of Zong Zhengyu's existence, thanks to her covering a barrier in Qingqiu, otherwise the Three Realms would have been destroyed.

The demon god who was slaughtered was still alive, and it was estimated that there would be an endless pursuit.

"Lan'er, aren't you tired? Let's take a rest."

Feng Canglan's fair face was still red, "You're so kind!"

Feng Canglan stared at Zong Zhengyu and grabbed Zong Zhengyu fiercely, standing up in Tsing Yi.

Zong Zhengyu knew that he hadn't finished talking, so he got up and prepared to go to Xiangyun Palace.

Feng Canglan had made it clear to Yan Xiang during half a month, so when he opened the door and entered, Yan Xiang sat there early, as if waiting.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yan Xiang turned her eyes slightly, and saw the light in Feng Canglan's eyes, "Sister..."

Her voice paused, as if thinking of something, she quickly dimmed, "Goddess Canglan."

Looking at Yan Xiang, Feng Canglan's eyes dimmed.

In just half a month, Yan Xiang became so unrecognizable.

The old coquettishness and arrogance are gone, but there is a gloomy air lingering in the whole person, the thin eyes are sunken, and the cheekbones can be seen.

"I'm ready, you start."

Yan Xiang sat at the table and waited.

Feng Canglan's eyes sank, he raised one hand to take blood but then stopped suddenly, and finally hooked his fingertips, a drop of blood flew from Yan Xiang's heart to Feng Canglan's palm.

With her backhand, Yan Xiang threw herself on the table with a "slap", her face was ugly to the naked eye.

"Sister... I'm sorry." The weak voice groaned weakly, Feng Canglan's eyelashes trembled slightly to avoid sight...

(End of this chapter)