Daughter's favorite concubine: Don't come here, the black-bellied prince

Chapter 692
"Really? I never thought that Lin Xian'er, who is so handsome, would do such a thing." Xiao Lang couldn't help feeling, his expression was full of contempt for Lin Xian'er.

"Otherwise, what should she do? She is no longer... innocent." Xinmeng said those four words in a low voice, "She is also stuck on a tiger, so she has to use this method to tide over the difficulties temporarily."

With a soft snort, Xiao Lang disapproved and said: "If she is willing to confess her personal relationship with the Seventh Prince before getting married, maybe I will give her a high opinion."

Hearing this, Xin dreamed about the past, couldn't help feeling startled, and sighed after a long time: "If it's true as you said, and she is willing to tell the emperor everything, with her family background and talent, why can't she be the Seventh Prince's Concubine. It's a pity..." That man's ambition is too great, for the sake of his imperial career, he would rather watch Lin Xian'er marry the crown prince than snatch Lin Xian'er back.

Feeling that Xinmeng was in a bad mood, Xiao Lang stretched his arms, hugged her fragrant shoulders, and placed a very light kiss on her sideburns, persuading: "That's her own choice, it has nothing to do with you .”

Does it really matter?Xin Meng stared at the thing in the palm of her hand for a moment, then suddenly forced herself to break the casing with her fingernails, and then quickly threw it out.

The thing drew an arc in the air, flew into the nearby flowers, and landed on the ground with a slap.Dark red blood flowed out of the ruptured casing and quickly seeped into the soil.

After only a brief glance, Xiao Lang withdrew his gaze, pulled Xin Meng's catkin over, took out a clean brocade handkerchief, and carefully wiped off the blood-stained nails and fingers.

After wiping, just about to throw away the brocade handkerchief, Xin Meng took it first, carefully folded the dirty side inside, and put it away.

Xiao Lang was puzzled, and said: "If you like this handkerchief, I'll give you a dozen in another day. This one is already dirty, so throw it away."

"You can't throw it here, I'll take it out of the palace and burn it." Xinmeng stood up, looked in the direction of the East Palace, with a hint of confusion in her eyes, "There should be a banquet over there, let's go back."

Xiao Lang got up slowly, and suggested: "I don't want to go, how about we go somewhere else?"

Xin Meng: "..." Chu Jun's big wedding, among the guests who came to watch the ceremony today, he was probably the only one who said bluntly that he didn't want to go to the banquet.

After a moment of silence, she shook her head lightly: "No. If the emperor and empress do not see you at the prince's wedding banquet, they will definitely be unhappy. The emperor/loves/you, and knows your temper well, so you won't go too far. I blame you. But the empress probably thinks that you don't give the prince face."

"I don't care." Xiao Lang narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, and a trace of haze quickly slipped across them.

Xinmeng was stunned for a moment, wondering if it was her own illusion, feeling that there was something wrong with Xiao Lang's demeanor and tone, she hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, looked up into his eyes, and asked worriedly: "You seem to be in a mood Not good, did something happen?"

After a moment of silence, a gentle smile floated on the young and handsome face, Xiao Lang raised his hand and touched the top of Xinmeng's hair, and said: "I'm in love with the scene, thinking about when you can be my concubine."

Qiao's face flushed slightly, and Xin Meng took a step back while she was short, avoiding his hand, and turned around without hesitation: "I'm going back to the East Palace for the banquet, you... hurry up and follow."

Xiao Lang chuckled, and took big steps to catch up with her.

(End of this chapter)