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

Chapter 559 Concubine Mi (9)

Yan Hong wanted to make friends with Xin Meng, Xiao Lang watched from the side, smiled lightly, and did not stop him.

Because he knew that Xinmeng didn't have any real boudoir friends, and Yan Hong was a hearty Jianghu daughter, not as hypocritical and pretentious as most of the noble girls in Beijing, so she was worthy of Xinmeng's friendship.

With such an episode, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became harmonious.

Four people, regardless of master and servant, all sat around a table.

Light the charcoal in the small red clay stove, and put the soup pot filled with clear water on it again. When the water in the pot boils, put the prepared thinly sliced ​​mutton into it, roll it a few times, and you can take it out edible.

As the water vapor evaporated, a strong meaty aroma permeated the entire room.

After eating the mutton, put the vegetables that have been washed and drained into the pot.

In this cold winter night, the four of them talked and laughed, chatting all over the world while eating food in the hot pot.

The food that she ate quickly wiped away Xinmeng's hunger, and her body became warm, and she even sweated slightly.This feeling... makes her very satisfied!

In order to take care of Xinmeng conveniently, Xiao Lang sat on her right side.He doesn't eat much by himself, and spends most of his time picking meat and vegetables for her.

The speed at which he picks up food matches Xinmeng's eating speed, so that she won't let the food in her bowl get too much, which will affect the taste if it gets cold, and won't let her bowl be empty.

Through the mist of steaming clouds and rosy clouds, Xin Meng looked sideways at him, dimly as if she couldn't see his features clearly, but her heart was already completely moved.

The lover she wants is not to sit in the highest seat and stare at the world coldly and arrogantly, but to accompany her quietly by her side like now, enjoying the most ordinary tea and meals.

Aware of Xin Meng's gaze, seeing her put down the silver chopsticks, Xiao Lang asked her softly, "Are you full?"

Xin Meng nodded, did not look away, and still looked at him silently without blinking.

Xiao Lang first glanced at Yan Qing lightly, then put down the silver chopsticks in his hand, reached out to hold Xin Meng, and led her to the yard.Before going out, he was considerate and didn't forget to help her put on the cloak and fasten the belt.

The yard is very quiet, and the moonlight like water is pouring on the corners of the yard.

He hugged her from behind, resting her back against his firm chest.After a while, he suddenly broke the silence, pretending to be serious and said: "Mengmeng, you smell so good!"

Hearing that his tone was not quite right, Xinmeng was slightly taken aback, then burst out laughing, jokingly said: "Well, it is indeed delicious, a strong smell of mutton! I guess I can still smell it tomorrow morning."

"I don't mind that you have this smell at all." He murmured, and couldn't help but think of the winter nights when he was a child, he used to sit around the fire and eat hot pot with his mother and concubine in the Luoying Palace.

However, in his memory, in such a warm scene, there has never been a figure of the father.

The emperor's time is too little, he has to be busy with state affairs, but also busy with appeasing the concubines in various palaces, so that those fat and thin women can enjoy the rain and dew as much as possible, and live in peace as much as possible.

It is true that the father and the imperial concubine dote on the mother and concubine, but not to the point of neglecting Liugong.

"Mengmeng, mother concubine has a knot in her heart that can never be untied. She hates her father, no matter how much he /dotes/her, she will never show a smile to him." Xiao Lang sighed lightly, Tighten the arms around Xinmeng, as if only in this way can he feel at ease.

(End of this chapter)