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

Chapter 171 Care
Because Xiao Lang treated the wound very cleanly, Dangye Xinmeng didn't have a fever and woke up early in the morning.

When she woke up, she found that her waist was heavy, she reached out her hand to touch the embroidery on the robe, she was slightly startled, and suddenly realized that it was Xiao Lang's arm, her face became hot, and her cheeks blushed again .

As if to confirm Xinmeng's conjecture, a smiling greeting came from behind her: "Mengmeng is awake?"

Xiao Lang was obviously in a good mood!
Responding to him with a soft hum, Xinmeng finally resisted the urge to bury her head in the quilt.

She actually shared the bed with him all night!Even though they slept with their clothes on and nothing happened between them, it was enough to make her shy and afraid to face him.

Sensing Xin Meng's uneasiness, Xiao Lang chuckled, got up first, opened the door and went out, turned around and closed the door.

Xinmeng was about to get up, but there was a burst of pain from the wound because she pulled her right shoulder.She gritted her teeth and waited for the pain to pass before carefully getting out of bed.

Originally, I wanted to find a mirror to see how haggard my face was, but I didn't want to search the whole room several times, but I couldn't find the mirror.Since she was born in her mother's womb, she has gone through two lives, and she has never seen such a simple house.

She had to give up her plan to find the mirror, and decided to find a basin of water in the yard.

He lowered his head and looked at himself, the robe on his body was a little wrinkled, but neat.She touched her head again, and found that the hairpin that tied her hair was gone, and her hair was covered with black hair hanging behind her.She thought that it was Xiao Lang who helped her pull out the hairpin in order to make her sleep more comfortably.

There were no hairpins on the bed or table, presumably Xiao Lang took them.

Without a comb, Xinmeng had no choice but to smooth out her hair with her fingers, took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped out.

At this time, the sky was bright, and a beam of bright sunlight happened to shine on her eyelids.She stopped and raised her left hand to block the sun.

The appearance of Xinmeng alarmed the three people who were discussing things in low voices at the stone table.

He didn't see her face clearly last night, now that he has the chance, Qiao Bai will naturally want to see enough.After looking at it, he was surprised to find that this woman who had been taken care of by the Eighth Prince himself all night was young, but she had picturesque features, she was beautiful and charming, and it was foreseeable that she would be a charming woman in the future.

Cough cough cough!The eighth prince's cough woke Qiao Bai up. He glanced at Xiao Lang, jumped up from the stone bench suddenly, ran to the water tank with a few strides, scooped up a basin full of clean water, and brought it to the only water tank in the yard. Put it down on a stone table, and then greeted Xinmeng attentively: "That beautiful little girl, come quickly and wash your face."

Xinmeng blinked her eyes, followed the prestige, she met Xiao Lang's thoughtful gaze at first, and then she met the man in coarse short jacket. She remembered hearing Xiao Lang call him Qiao Bai last night, and the first time she met Xiao Lang's thoughtful gaze. The third eye is facing a basin of clear water on the stone table.

As for Yan Qing, before Qiao Bai put the water basin on the stone table, he got up quickly, stepped aside and pretended to look up at the sky, but in fact avoided suspicion.

Xinmeng walked towards the stone table, seeing that there was only clear water in the basin, she frowned involuntarily.

Seeing that the beauty was displeased, Qiao Bai was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized that something was missing, said "Wait, I'll get it", and rushed into the house.

"Sit down." Xiao Lang pointed to the seat offered by Yan Qing, and when she sat down, he asked with concern, "Does the wound still hurt?"

(End of this chapter)