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

Chapter 1048 Mengmeng, don't go
When Xinmeng came back from the well water, Xiao Lang had already set up a chessboard on the stone table in the pavilion.

She hurriedly followed what he said before, found the bag of Biluochun tea from the cupboard, boiled the well water, brewed a pot of fragrant tea, and sent it to the kiosk.

She saw that the chessboard on the table had been set up, but the chess game had not yet started.Xiao Lang sat in front of the table, looking at the chessboard in a daze.

He is waiting for someone to play against him?Thinking in her heart, she poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, and she was about to back down after putting it down.

"Xiao Jiu." Xiao Lang called her.

Xinmeng looked up at him, thinking that he still had some orders.

"Sit down and play two rounds with this prince," he said.

Just as Xin Meng was about to lift her foot, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. How could Xiao Jiu, a commoner from the countryside, know how to play chess, so she shook her head with a shameful expression on her face, indicating that she could not play chess.

"Xiao Jiu can't play chess." Xiao Lang said disappointedly, frowning.

Seeing this, Xin Meng really wanted to go forward and rub his frowning brows away, but she couldn't do that.

After a long while, he shook his head lightly: "Forget it, the prince just be with me."

Xinmeng really wanted to say that he could actually ask Chu Mingxuan to go over the house to play chess with him, but Xiao Jiu didn't know the eldest prince Zhou.

She could only stand aside and watch him play chess with her.Except when he saw that the cup in his hand was empty and went to refill the tea, the rest of the time she was basically secretly looking at his handsome side face, unconsciously fascinated by it.

"Xiao Jiu." Xiao Lang flexed his fingers and tapped the table, but there was no response.

He turned his head to look over, but saw that Xinmeng's eyes were dazed, her expression was dull, she seemed to be in a state of mind wandering, she couldn't help curling her lips, just as she was about to say something, suddenly her eyes turned cold, and a stern look quickly slid across the bottom of her eyes, Raising his hand quickly, he swept the teacup on the table to the ground.

"Get out! Next time you dare to show the look of coveting the prince, the prince will not be lenient!"

Waking up by the sound of the teacup breaking, Xinmeng looked at the angry Xiao Lang in amazement.He had a calm and indifferent expression just now, why did he change into this in an instant?

He thought that Xiao Jiu regarded him as the scholar he was obsessed with, coveting his beauty?

"Get lost!" Xiao Lang glared at her with obvious anger on his face.

Xinmeng looked sad, turned and left silently.She could understand his anger, but she still felt hurt.She didn't see that the moment she left, Xiao Lang quickly closed his eyes and opened them again quickly, so as to suppress the faint look of pain in his eyes.

After Xinmeng left Langxinju, she walked slowly and aimlessly in the Eighth Prince's Mansion, and she didn't know how many corridors she had bypassed until she was tired and wanted to stop for a rest, but suddenly there was another person in front of her. people.

Hehe, this man was wearing a blue cloth shirt, gray pants, black cloth shoes, and a servant's attire, but who would have known that he would be Zhao Lin, a well-known ghost doctor in the world.Also, no one knows that he was the eldest son of the Kai family in the south of the Yangtze River. He was originally going to inherit the family business, but he lost his home and almost all his relatives in the bloody storm created by the self-proclaimed righteous martial arts people. .What no one knows is that, having changed his surname and identity, he secretly built a secret underground palace, spent more than ten years cultivating a group of dark forces, and brewing a huge conspiracy.

Conghui Ruxinmeng is only aware of what this conspiracy is, but knows very little, probably even Caesar doesn't know.

(End of this chapter)