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

Chapter 1225 Tear Her Trouser Legs
As if in a dream, Xin Meng walked out of the main hall of Funing with Xiao Lang hugging her shoulders, and came to a side hall next to it.

Even though the palace just experienced a bloodbath not long ago, this Palace of Funing is the cleanest palace in the whole palace.

A faint scent of flowers wafted in from the open window.

Xinmeng was pushed by Xiao Lang to sit on the imperial concubine's couch by the window, while he himself was slowly pacing back and forth in front of the imperial concubine's couch with his hands behind his back.

"Mengmeng, if you have any questions in your mind, just take this opportunity to ask quickly."

"If you have something urgent to do, go do it first." Xin Meng looked up at him slightly, thinking that he was probably still worried that Chu Mi'er would hurt his father.

Xiao Lang was taken aback for a moment, then he immediately came to his senses, stopped in front of her, and lowered his head to meet her incomparably clear eyes.

"Mengmeng, tell me the truth, did she coerce you to bring her here, or did you invite her to come here?" He was a little worried about Chu Mi'er's motives for coming here.

Father Huang had been dreaming in a coma, and often blurted out Chu Mi'er's name.He sent several groups of people to invite her to go down the mountain and return to the capital to meet her father, but all of them were rejected.

In desperation, he sent another group of people to invite him this morning. Not long after this person left, Xin Meng and Chu Mi'er unexpectedly arrived together.

"I invited my concubine to come." Xinmeng replied.

Mother concubine?Hearing what she called Chu Mier, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "I sent several groups of people to invite her, but she refused to come. As soon as you invite her, she will agree?"

Xinmeng heard his doubts, and shook her head gently: "How can it be so smooth, come as soon as you invite me, but I knelt outside the door of my concubine's residence for four hours before she was willing to give me a cup of tea to persuade me she."

Xiao Lang frowned, squatted down, and reached out to lift her skirt.

"What are you going to do?" Xin Meng shrank her feet subconsciously because she felt embarrassed.

She traveled a long distance back to Beijing, thinking about the emperor's safety, she didn't dare to delay even the slightest bit on the way, and when she arrived in the capital, she didn't even want to waste a little time to change clothes and freshen up, so she went straight into the palace.Therefore, her skirt was covered with dust, and there were even traces left after the muddy water splashed on her accidentally dried up.

"Don't move." His voice was very gentle, one big grasped her left ankle, and the other lifted the skirt directly above her knees, and the next move was to untie her obscene pants.

Xinmeng: "..." Even if the two of you are newly married, it shouldn't be regardless of occasion or time.What's more, although this is a side hall, it is hard to guarantee that no one will suddenly break in.

Feeling that his hand was hooked to the tie, she panicked, raised her right foot, and kicked him before she had time to think about it, hitting her right chest.Xiao Lang didn't expect her to attack suddenly, caught off guard, and fell back to the ground.

"I'm going to see Father." Xinmeng stood up, raised her feet and ran towards the gate of the palace.

Xiao Lang quickly jumped up from the ground, hugged her slender waist from behind, dragged her back to the imperial concubine's couch without saying a word, and after pushing her down, quickly grabbed the trousers and tore them apart.

Stab it!

Following the ear-piercing sound of the cloth being torn apart, her thighs felt cold, Xinmeng involuntarily stopped the movement of struggling to get up, and stared at Xiao Lang who was standing behind her feet.

Stab it!

He also tore the other trouser leg mercilessly.

Xiao Lang lowered his head, fixedly looking at a certain place, a hint of distress flashed in his twinkling peach blossom eyes, and the next moment two big palms gently covered her knees one by one.

Ask her softly, "Does it still hurt?"

(End of this chapter)