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

Chapter 1167 Yan Qing's Wooden Lump
When Xinmeng and Xiao Lang looked at each other affectionately, Yan Qing walked away with a cold face without saying a word.

Xiao Liu glanced at Yan Qing, and said with a smile: "Brother guard seems a little unhappy, you continue to show affection, I will go and see him."

Hearing this, Xin Meng subconsciously looked at Yan Qing's straight back like a green pine, and became thoughtful.

"You didn't arrange for Songchun to come here this time?" Xiao Lang asked.

He knows what Yan Qing thinks about Song Chun, but Song Chun has been indifferent these past few years, it doesn't seem like he likes Yan Qing too.

Emotional matters are most likely wishful thinking.In addition, Songchun is Xinmeng's person, so it's not convenient for him as the master and senior brother to intervene.

Her eyes flickered for a moment, Xin Meng turned her eyes back to Xiao Lang, and asked, "Why, did Yan Qing ask about Song Chun?"

Sensing that two clusters of excited little flames were burning in her watery eyes, Xiao Lang raised his handsome thick eyebrows, and pretended to reply indifferently: "I asked before departure, probably because he felt that when he was away from home, there was someone beside you." It will be more convenient for a maid to serve you."

"Songchun is not a maid. She was originally from the Qiling Pavilion, and she was specially arranged by my side. She is now the deputy head of the Qiling Pavilion." Xinmeng pouted dissatisfiedly, "She is not old enough. It’s not too late, when I go back this time, I will ask her if she has someone she likes, if not, I will choose a good marriage for her.”

Speaking of this, Xin Meng took a look at Xiao Lang, and said: "I can't look down on ordinary people."

Xiao Lang was silent for a moment, then asked her: "How can you not be considered an ordinary person? Does it mean that you have to be a marquis and a prime minister to be worthy of Song Chun?"

After thinking about it for a while, Xinmeng said: "I don't want to be high and powerful, but at least this person is not a mediocre person."

Xiao Lang: "..." Qinglong of the Shadow Army shouldn't be considered a mediocre person, right?
He would tell her about Yingjun sooner or later, but now is not the best time.

As for Yan Qing's pimple, if he likes a girl, he should go after it openly. With an iceberg face all day long, how can he please a girl.

Forget it, when Songchun is really going to marry another man, Yan Qing will probably be anxious, and then maybe she will confess her love to Songchun.

"Songchun used to be your big maid, but now she is your right-hand man, you really should choose her husband carefully." Xiao Lang said.

Xinmeng was a little disappointed, thinking that maybe she was wrong, Yan Qing only had a slight liking for Songchun, not to the point where Feiqing would not marry her.

Forget it, this trip will heal Xiao Lang's leg first, and then consider Songchun's marriage after returning.

If Yan Qing is not the right candidate, then she really needs to think about what kind of husband-in-law she will choose for Song Chun.

At the moment, the two put the matter aside, arm in arm, and sat side by side on the grass.

The sun that is gradually setting in the west sprinkles the warm yellow afterglow on the grass, and the breeze blows the slender flower branches, and the ordinary flowers that are born and grown in the wild are swaying and swaying.

There is no disturbance of worldly affairs here, the time is quiet, and the years are peaceful.

When Yan Qing and Xiao Liu came back, they brought back many freshly chopped branches and hay.

"Eighth prince, senior sister, it's getting late, we can't go up the mountain today, we'll spend the night here, and we'll go up the mountain tomorrow." After Xiao Liu explained, he and Yan Qing unwrapped the two bundles of branches they brought back, Cut off the branches with a short knife, leaving only the thickest bare one in the middle.

Xinmeng watched quietly for a while, and saw that a large handful of chopped branches gradually piled up on the ground, so she couldn't help asking: "Xiao Liu, how do you use these branches?"

"Build a shed."

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(End of this chapter)