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

Chapter 1206 Help him massage his legs
Feeling that the topic was going to be about who would inherit the throne in the future, Xinmeng quickly stopped and asked, "When are we going to meet Chu Mingxuan and Hongyuan?"

"No rush, wait for the spies to come back and see how the situation is." Xiao Lang said.

"Okay!" Xinmeng also knew that this matter could not be rushed, so she immediately agreed.

During the time waiting to come back, Xiao Lang sat in the wheelchair with his eyes closed and rested. Xinmeng looked at him quietly for a long time, and felt that he must have fallen asleep, so she quietly moved her body, approached him, and squatted down in front of the wheelchair. Su put her hands on his legs and massaged them gently.

He was on the road for the past few days, and every time he stopped, he just took the time to rest. He didn't have time to massage his legs at all.Then let her do it for her.

He has no feeling in his legs, so he won't be aware of her movements.When he woke up, she had already finished massaging.

Xinmeng lowered her eyes and seriously massaged, while she was moving, she thought: If other people have been doing it for more than three years, their leg muscles will atrophy to a certain extent, but Xiao Lang's legs are just the opposite. Bouncy and nothing like a problem.

She knew that he had been insisting on massaging his legs, so she didn't think much about it.

Above the head, the eyelids of Xiao Lang, who was pretending to sleep, moved slightly, but they did not open.

On the contrary, Yan Qing, who was standing not far away, turned his head and took a look here by chance, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth lightly, and quickly turned away his eyes, pretending not to see it.

As the saying goes, if you do your own crimes, you can't live!The Eighth Prince's Concubine is not an ordinary woman. Once she finds out the truth in the future, it is really unknown whether she will drive the master out of the room.

After about a stick of incense, Xin Meng finished her massage, she withdrew her hand, stood up and moved her legs that were a little sore and numb after squatting for a long time, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Xiao Lang slowly opening her eyes.

She was secretly glad that she finished it in time, and he didn't find out what she had done just now.She didn't want him to feel burdened, or think he was causing her trouble.

"You're awake." She smiled and met his confused eyes that had just woken up.

"Well, how long have I been asleep?" Xiao Lang asked.

"It's time for a stick of incense." Xinmeng replied, "Do you want to sleep a little longer, you haven't had a good rest because you have been traveling these days."

In the past few days, in order to catch up with Chu Mingxuan and the others, they and the "caravan" had to be careful not to be discovered by Chu Mingxuan and the others. They did not dare to stay too far away, nor did they dare to get too close. Not too much.

Sleeping in the carriage at night, she didn't sleep well, she was always half asleep, and she could feel the same with him beside her.

She was worried about her mother, younger brother, and Yingxia and Songchun who were in the capital.

And he, on the surface, was fine, but he must also be worried about his father in his heart, and he was entangled in the love and hatred between his father and his mother.

"I've had enough rest." After Xiao Lang finished speaking, he called Yan Qing over, "Go and find a good long sword for the princess."

"Yes." Yan Qing didn't ask anything, and immediately responded, and quickly walked towards the "caravan". Not long after, she came back with two long swords, and handed the hilts to Xinmeng instead. .

"Choose one, princess."

Xinmeng took it, first weighed the two swords respectively, and then pulled out the long swords from the scabbards one by one, danced a few times at will, chose a sharp but slightly lighter sword, and then put The other sword was handed back to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing went to the "caravan" again and returned the sword.

Xin Meng lowered her head and played with the long sword in her hand, with a calm expression on her face.

(End of this chapter)