The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 51: Wind Canglan!There must be a limit to nonsense!
on the bed

Feng Canglan lay on Zong Zhengyu's arm, sleeping soundly in his arms.

Zong Zhengyu's fine-boned fingers brushed the broken hair from Feng Canglan's ears behind his ears, and slowly turned his head, his phoenix eyes calmly watched the intruder.

Wen Fengjun suddenly felt an overwhelming aura rushing towards his face, and recovered from the shock and astonishment.

Looking at the people snuggling together on the bed, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Fufeng, you..." he said in surprise.

Zong Zhengyu's eyelashes moved slightly, and his phoenix eyes narrowed deeply, "Wen Fengjun, has this king indulged you too much?"

Dangerous atmosphere swept across the whole room, Wen Fengjun returned rationally, only to realize that he had actually broken into the dormitory that was a drop in the ocean and a storm in the wind.

If someone with a bad mouth adds fuel to the story, the consequences will be disastrous!
"Fufeng, I..." Wen Fengjun opened his mouth to explain, but was interrupted by a voice, "It's so early in the morning, what are you doing?"

Feng Canglan opened his sleepy eyes, as if he hadn't slept well and was a little confused.

Seeing the magnified face in front of him, Feng Canglan sobered up in an instant, turned over and sat up and left Zong Zhengyu's embrace.

She remembered that she slept on the imperial concubine's bed last night, why did she run to the bed?
More importantly, it was moved without being noticed?

"Morning...morning." Feng Canglan scratched his hair and hurriedly got up from the bed, but Zong Zhengyu blocked him with the quilt just as he was about to get up.

He narrowed his cold eyes and looked at Wen Fengjun who was standing at the door.

A beam of piercing eyes shot at him, and Wen Fengjun immediately moved his eyes away and exited the bedroom.

"Feng Canglan, the one-month deadline has come, you must do what you say!"

Feng Canglan, who had just woken up, was still a little confused. Hearing that during the first month of January, he was stunned for two seconds before reacting.

Yes, the one-month period promised by Bing Muscle Cream has arrived.

Feng Canglan yawned, and Qiu Shui's eyes showed a sneer.

It was the first time I saw someone eager to call her father.

It's difficult to have such a big unfilial son for no reason.

Feng Canglan shook her head, seeing the quilt blocking her brows slightly frowned, "Why am I on the bed?"

"You climbed up by yourself." There was no fluctuation in Zong Zhengyu's icy voice.

Feng Canglan frowned, and cursed a dirty word in his heart.

fart!She doesn't sleepwalk.

"Oh, is that so?" Feng Canglan looked at Zong Zhengyu with scrutiny, and began to wonder if he made a mistake last night.

She fell asleep on the chaise longue and woke up on the bed. It was obvious that someone made it.

Unable to figure it out for a moment, Feng Canglan put it aside.

Now that someone is in a hurry to call her father, she has no choice but to make it difficult.

Feng Canglan got up, and the palace merchant Huiyu outside the door heard the movement and came in to serve.

"Wear that ice blue one."

"Yes." Hui Yu went to get the clothes, Feng Canglan turned her head and whispered in Gong Shang's ear.

Gong Shang nodded when he heard the sound, put down the things in his hands and left the bedroom.

When Hui Yu came back and saw Gong Shang leave, he asked curiously, "Why is Gong Shang going?"

"I asked her to go out and do something."

Hui Yu didn't ask any more questions, she put on clothes for Feng Canglan and began to pull her hair up, a few hairpins inlaid with sapphires were inserted into the half-tied bun, arranged in the shape of a fan.

The tassels are worn on both sides, making a crisp sound with a slight movement.

Paired with an ice-blue wide-sleeved tunic dress, the whole person has a fairy air and coolness, and the group is covered with small snowflakes embroidered with silver thread, walking in the sun and shining brightly.

It also adds a bit of mystery and untouchability, and wherever it goes, it seems like winter has come.

Slightly applying powder and darkening the eyebrows, the eyebrows are cold and alienated, and the whole aura is fully opened.

"Miss is really getting more and more beautiful."

"If Miss participates in the Kao competition, this year's Kao Laurel will definitely be Miss."

Hui Yu followed Feng Canglan out, praising him from the bottom of his heart.

Wen Fengjun, who was waiting outside the courtyard, sneered, "You think Kao has only one face! That's..." In the middle of speaking, Feng Canglan froze when he looked up.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Zong Zhengyu's eyes were dark, and a cold air suddenly radiated from his whole body.

Wen Fengjun hurriedly said, "That requires proficiency in poetry and poetry, and it can't be won with only one face."

Hui Yu glanced at Wen Fengjun and didn't argue.

Naturally, she didn't want to see Wen Fengjun targeting their young lady, so she just ignored this sentence.

"The beauty of life has no brains, and only Israel serves others. It will only be a plaything in the hands of men."

"Only at the knees of men to have fun."

Before he finished speaking, Zong Zhengyu said coldly, with a clear and audible hostility in his tone, "Wen Fengjun!"

Wen Fengjun didn't shut up this time, anyway, Feng Canglan was about to leave the Prince Regent's Mansion soon, and he wanted to let out all the breath he had held for a while, "Isn't it?"

"Iser serving people, how is it different from brothel girls?"

Feng Canglan was completely cold and indifferent, but Zong Zhengyu's eyes were cold.

"Today's one-month deadline has come, when will you write a letter of divorce and ask to leave?" Wen Fengjun asked.

Feng Canglan laughed lightly, "What are you in a hurry for? It's not even noon yet."

"It's still early, go to the front hall and have a cup of tea and wait slowly."

She started to leave, but Wen Fengjun was coldly reprimanded by Zong Zhengyu when he wanted to follow. His eyes were cloudy and his face was cold, "Wen Fengjun, you are in charge of me."

"Fufeng, you have changed." Wen Fengjun stopped with a serious attitude, "Do you still remember the reason why Feng Canglan was left behind in the first place?"

"It will be a disaster if she stays in the Prince Regent's Mansion any longer."

After speaking, Wen Fengjun left.

Zong Zhengyu stopped where he was, his knuckles turned white as he grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair with his sharp hands.

"Go to the lobby."

Wen Fengjun went to the front hall, followed by Zong Zhengyu, Feng Canglan sat on a chair drinking tea, his gestures were laziness and elegant.

It's not like what a peasant girl who has been lost for many years should look like.

Wen Fengjun looked away and found a place far away to sit.

There was silence in the hall.

Feng Canglan lightly rubbed his fingers against the edge of the tea wall, and there was a slight smile in his cold Qiushui pupils.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was noon when there was only one cup of tea left.

Wen Fengjun couldn't help mocking, "See what excuses you have when it's noon."

Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes turned cold, and his whole body exuded an icy cold air.

"when!"

A bell rang, it was the quasi-bell at noon.

Wen Fengjun stood up when he heard the ringtone, "Feng Canglan, what else do you have to say?"

He directly came over with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked Feng Canglan to write a letter of divorce immediately.

"Don't try to fool around, let alone renege on your debt."

Looking down at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, Feng Canglan pursed her lips and smiled lightly, then put the pen down.

"Come on, take the things away!" Zong Zhengyu's voice was as cold as ice, and his face was covered with frost, showing a faint hostility.

"Feng Canglan! There must be a limit to nonsense!"

"Naughty?" Feng Canglan opened his eyes, his beautiful eyes were shining brightly, "My lord, I'm not messing around."

As she wrote, Zong Zhengyu yanked into the armrest.

"Draw the young master to—"

(End of this chapter)