The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 165 The Prince Regent is alone on Huangquan Road, Let the Princess Regent accompany you

Feng Canglan was taken aback by the sudden question.

She frowned thinking about it.

When she heard what Zong Zhengjin said outside the door just now, she was angry, angry.

Ordered by calculations, angry at being betrayed.

Subconsciously, she regarded Zong Zhengjin as her own, and her close people plotted and betrayed her.

It seems... There is no such feeling of being hurt by a lover.

She and Zong Zhengyu actually belong to the same kind of person in various respects, they are cruel and merciless, they will retaliate against each other, and they will protect the calf.

People of the same personality are unlikely to be together.

She never thought about finding a 2.0 version of herself.

So the ideal type is the kind of gentleman who is gentle, refined, modest and polite.

As a result, it was hard to find one of this kind that should be pretended.

Feng Canglan had a lot of inner activities, frowning for a while, frowning for a while.

Zong Zhengyu's expectant eyes flashed a trace of loneliness, he changed the subject and said, "I don't have much time."

"After I die, you can leave the Prince Regent's Mansion with the Nine Beard Dragon Eyebrow."

"All the property of the palace will be transferred directly to your name after my death."

"With this money, if you want to live alone, you can marry again."

"It's just... don't look so bad anymore."

Zong Zhengyu explained one by one, as if he was about to disappear.

Feng Canglan felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.The pain made her feel a little out of breath.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"With me here, it's hard for you to die!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Canglan turned around and left in a hurry.

Zong Zhengyu looked sideways at the figure flying away like a butterfly, and smiled sadly.

The news of Zong Zhengyu's critical illness leaked out somehow, and it swept through the entire imperial city in just half a day.

The imperial city, which has always been bustling, was quiet the next day.

The streets were exceptionally quiet, and everyone was depressed.

People who originally planned to hold a wedding postponed the day and hung white lanterns at the door of their house.

At the gate of the Prince Regent's Mansion where no one could be seen in the past, many people gathered today, all of them looked sad and full of grief.

The Xingyun Continent has never seen such a battle, and the emperor did not reach this level even after his death.

The top of the palace was shrouded in haze, and the smell of herbs permeated the whole palace.

In a drop in the ocean, Feng Canglan hid in the yard, fanning the fire with a fan in his hand, with a serious and solemn expression.

After the medicine was boiled, she poured out the soup and turned around to enter the house.

Inside the room, Zong Zhengyu was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to speak, the only thing he could do was blink his eyes.

Feng Canglan brought the decoction to the side of the bed, and blew it cool while stirring.

There is really no other way but to take a risk.

To fight poison with poison, it is also good to weaken the poison and delay the time.

"My lord, I've taken some medicine."

She whispered softly, a gentleness she had never had before.

Zong Zhengyu half-opened his eyes, revealing his black pupils. The once shining Danfeng eyes were now eclipsed, like stars falling at night.

Seeing the dull silence in his eyes, Feng Canglan's hand holding the medicine spoon trembled.

Blow the decoction in the spoon to a similar temperature and feed it to Zong Zhengyu.

More than half of the medicine that reached his mouth flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and Zong Zhengyu didn't even have the strength to open his mouth now.

"Just drink it, don't stop drinking."

He took another spoonful and fed it.

Because Zong Zhengyu couldn't open his mouth, most of the medicine flowed down the corner of his mouth onto the bedding.

The more anxious you are, the harder it is to feed.

The corners of Zong Zhengyu's mouth twitched, but he couldn't open his mouth when he wanted to.

Seeing that he was struggling to open his mouth but couldn't open it, Feng Canglan's eyes turned to the soup bowl in his hand.

In the end, she put the medicine spoon into the bowl, took a big sip while holding the medicine bowl with both hands, and approached Zong Zhengyu.

Vermilion lips fell on his pale thin lips, and he slowly delivered the medicine in his mouth.

Zong Zhengyu's pupils shrank slightly, his eyes focused on Feng Canglan.

Looking closely, Feng Canglan's facial features are exquisite and flawless, and his cold brows are mixed with two points of gloom.

Twice in a row, I fed all the medicine in the bowl, "It's okay, I'll get better soon."

Zong Zhengyu's eyes focused on the red lips that were still stained with medicine, and the soft touch was deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow you will be fine."

As long as we get through today, the danger will pass.

The poison can only play the role of fighting poison with poison, and cannot relieve the poison in Zong Zhengyu's body.

But as long as there is delay, she will definitely find a way.

Feng Canglan stayed by the bed and did not allow anyone to visit, let alone disturb Zong Zhengyu.

The outside world is waiting for news from the Prince Regent's Palace.

Among them, the most important thing is the one on the dragon chair in the Golden Luan Hall.

Once Zong Zhengyu died, no one could shake his position.

"In the past few days, every household in the imperial city has hung white lanterns. I don't know when the news of the regent's death will come."

"Don't keep the people waiting."

The emperor touched the chess pieces while talking, seeing the situation on the chessboard, the emperor frowned, "Rong Jin, you lost."

Rong Jin paused slightly when he was about to make a move, focused his eyes on the chessboard, and then put the chess piece back, "Father is unparalleled in chess, and my son is willing to bow down."

"Rong Jin, you have something on your mind."

"I've been absent-minded since yesterday."

"It's nothing, maybe it's because I've been too tired recently." As he spoke, he rubbed his temples wearily.

The emperor's eyes revealed that he did not believe Zong Zhengjin's words.

"Rong Jin, you are the crown prince carefully cultivated by your father."

"In order to prevent you from being harmed by the people in the harem, I have always treated you coldly."

"The number of people who have been sent to you over the years is countless. As a king, you should not be easily influenced by others."

"You are so preoccupied now, you are not a qualified prince."

"Once you relax, what you lose is your life."

The emperor who had always acted as a loving father suddenly became serious, "I don't want to see you in this state tomorrow."

"My son understands."

"Rong Jin, you have to remember that you are the crown prince that I carefully cultivated, and you will inherit the Xingyun Kingdom in the future."

"The crown prince cannot have weaknesses, let alone the king."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Zong Zhengjin suddenly opened his eyes, and the emperor took out a chess piece and dropped it, "When you sit on the dragon chair, you can have any kind of woman you want."

"Three thousand beauties in the harem."

"Don't hang on a tree at this time, it's still a tree in someone's yard."

The emperor meant something, and Zong Zhengjin's downcast eyes were gloomy and cold before, "My son, please obey my father's instruction."

"Go back."

Zong Zhengjin left the imperial study room, the emperor picked up the pieces on the chessboard into the chess box one by one, and said unhurriedly, "The regent is too lonely on Huangquan Road, let the princess regent accompany him."

The eunuch's expression flickered, and he slowly exited the imperial study.

The night was quiet.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night, which is related to the life and death of the regent.

Feng Canglan's eyes were fixed on Zong Zhengyu, without moving away for a moment.

"water……"

Zong Zhengyu squirmed his thin lips, his voice was extremely low.

Feng Canglan's ears were particularly sensitive, so he turned around and went to the wooden table to pour a cup of warm tea.

"My Lord's Tea..."

"Snapped!"

(End of this chapter)