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

Chapter 1187
"Lang," Xinmeng moved, turned sideways and at the same time approached Xiao Lang calmly, untied the tie of the big cloak on his body, poked her slender fingers under the cloak, and placed it on his heart over and over again. Draw a circle, "I'm so curious and want to know about you, you don't blame me, do you?"

Her voice was originally soft and sweet, but now it is intentionally softened, imperceptibly with a hint of coquettishness, and her fingers have been moving lightly and hard through the clothes, which makes him feel itchy, and his heart begins to itch up.

His breath became disordered, and his breathing became rapid and heavy, and he reached out to grab her slender waist.

Xinmeng was clearly prepared, as soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly rolled back.

The camp bed was no more than the wedding bed in the Eighth Prince's Mansion, and it was no more than three feet wide. When she rolled, she fell off the bed.

"Mengmeng?" Xiao Lang was in a hurry, as soon as he sat up, he saw Xinmeng poking his head out from the edge of the bed, looking at him with a smile.

"Did you feel any pain?" He asked concerned.

"No." Xin Meng smiled and shook her head.

This camp was temporarily set up on the snow, and the camp bed was placed directly on the compacted snow. When it first fell, it was indeed a bit painful, but the cloak on the body cushioned it, so it was not unbearable.

"Come up, it's cold on the ground." He reached out to her, trying to pull her up.

But Xinmeng shook her head and said, "Tell me first, who is Suzaku?"

She lifted her chin slightly, and there was persistence in her eyes. If he didn't say anything, she would continue to sit down.

Xiao Lang naturally couldn't bear her sitting on the cold ground for a long time, so he immediately said, "Fu Lin."

Hearing Fu Lin's name, Xin Meng froze for a moment.

She has been in contact with Fu Lin, the bat in blue, several times, and knows that he is capable, but his personality feels a little unsteady.Unexpectedly, Xiao Lang would entrust him with the important task of leading the shadow army in the south.

Seeing her dazed look, Xiao Lang suddenly chuckled: "Do you also think he is too heavy for the task?"

Xinmeng came back to her senses and shook her head: "No, I trust your judgment. But, if Mo Xinchen hadn't... joined the prince, I would think he is more suitable for Suzaku."

Xiao Lang's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Yes, Mo Xinchen is more suitable."

She shouldn't have mentioned Mo Xinchen, she knew how much Xiao Lang cared or valued Mo Xinchen as a friend!
Xin Meng quickly climbed onto the camp bed, hugged him without hesitation, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned Mo Xinchen."

"The prince is not a good master. If Mo Xinchen followed him, I'm afraid it will be..." Xiao Lang stopped, frowning slightly, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The two used to be friends, and he didn't want to see Mo Xinchen die peacefully.What's more, part of the reason why Mo Xinchen took refuge in the prince was because he was annoyed.

"That's his own choice. Whether the future is good or bad, he will bear the consequences. It has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself too much." Xin Meng softly persuaded, hugging him tighter, hoping to use this way to Express your support for him.

She has a light in her heart.Ever since Mo Xinchen had a rift with Xiao Lang because of her, she knew that their friendship might not last long.Even if they barely maintain a relationship, it is impossible to be as pure as before, trusting each other without reservation.

Xinmeng sighed in her heart, after all, she caused Xiao Lang to lose the help of Mo Xinchen and Linyuan Villa.

(End of this chapter)