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

Chapter 59

Fortunately, her body was light, and Xinmeng stabilized her body in time, so she didn't fall into the door as it opened.She stood up and peeked in through the crack of the door curiously.

The inside is very quiet, a spacious bluestone road extends from the palace gate through the courtyard to the main hall.On both sides of the road are lit stone lamps, and further to the side, there is a thick darkness, among which there are faint shadows of trees.

Stepping back a few steps, Xinmeng looked up at the plaque hanging above the palace gate. In the dim light, the three characters "Luoying Palace" could be clearly seen.

Luoying Palace?Xinmeng read these three words softly, a flash of light flashed in her mind, and suddenly remembered the rumors about this palace.It is said that this was originally the residence of the emperor's favorite concubine Mi. Since the death of Concubine Mi, all the furnishings have remained the same as before her death, and it has been vacant, and no one is allowed to live there.And this concubine Mi who died young was the biological mother of the Eighth Prince Xiao Lang.

After hesitating for a while, Xinmeng couldn't resist the strong curiosity after all, looked left and right to see if there was no one there, then slipped in sideways through the crack of the door, and turned around to cover the palace door.

The door of the main hall is ajar, and a little light shines through the crack of the door.The closer you get to the main hall, the stronger the aroma of the wine blowing in the wind, obviously someone is drinking in the hall.Xinmeng stood outside the door for a while, thinking that since she's here anyway, she might as well go in and have a look.

Gently pushing open the door, only a two-foot-high painted copper goose fish lantern was lit in the empty hall, but it was enough for Xinmeng to see everything in the hall clearly.

All the furniture here is made of rosewood.On the wall facing the gate of the hall is a picture of "Flying Apsaras", and under the wall is a long carved table with flowers in a pair of cloisonné vases.In front of the long table is a small square table, and on both sides of the square table is a high-backed armchair carved with a phoenix holding a bead.There are two carved chairs on both sides below.Obviously this is the place where the owner of the Luoying Palace receives guests.

She looked to the right, and saw a thick Persian carpet on the floor behind the white bead curtain, a Yaoqin and a small copper incense burner on the low table in the middle.It seems that Concubine Mi was good at the qin during her lifetime, and she often burned incense and played the qin here.

There was still no one there, but the smell of wine on the tip of his nose was getting stronger, and it must have come from somewhere in the hall.

She turned her gaze to the left, but was blocked by the thick multicolored gauze curtain, Xin Meng's heart moved, she tiptoed to the gauze curtain, raised her plain hand and gently opened a gap, and looked inside.

There was no light behind the curtain, and it was very quiet, as if no one was there.Because of the moonlight shining in through the window, the inside was not dark, and one could tell that there was a bed, a table, a bronze mirror, and a dressing box...it was Concubine Mi's bedroom.

There was a sudden bang in the silence, which startled Xinmeng, and subconsciously let go of the gauze curtain in her hand.At this moment, an empty wine jug rolled out of it and stopped at her feet.

Xin Meng stared at the wine jar at her feet, and couldn't help frowning her eyebrows.The drinkers are inside!Assuming that this is the palace where Concubine Mi lived, this person is very likely to be the Eighth Prince himself.

As if to confirm her guess, a voice came from inside: "Concubine Mu, Lang'er... I respect you!" The voice was low and hoarse, and the speaker was obviously drunk.

Without further hesitation, Xinmeng raised her hand and opened the gauze curtain and walked quickly into the bedroom.Sure enough, as she expected, the Eighth Prince Xiao Lang sat on the ground in front of the bed with loose hair, holding a small wine jar and pouring wine into his mouth.A lot of amber liquid flowed from his lips, and flowed down the white chin and attractive neck into the plain white robe, soaking a large area of ​​the skirt.

On the ground beside him were three or four empty wine jars, and two jars of unopened wine.If he drank the last two jars of wine, he would not only be insane, but he would be so drunk that he would sleep for at least a day and a night, and wake up with a splitting headache.

She couldn't bear to see him so decadent, she stepped forward and kicked away the two jars of wine, then looked down at him silently.The eighth prince, who was deeply loved by the emperor, had some things that he couldn't get, such as maternal love.It was the thought of Concubine Mi that made him come to the secluded Luoying Palace alone to get drunk on such a noisy night.

With her back to the window, she happened to block the moonlight, and he felt that the light was dim, so he put down the wine in his hand, and slowly raised his head.

Due to the backlight, he couldn't see the face of the person coming, but the moonlight outlined her outline.Her whole body seemed to be glowing.

"Mother Concubine, you are here." He murmured and held out a hand to her.

Xinmeng didn't move, thinking that if he could treat her as Concubine Mi, he must be very drunk.The floor is covered with marble, and the cold air invades the body after sitting for a long time.She should find some palace servants to help him back to his bedroom to rest.

As soon as he turned around to leave, Xiao Lang got up staggeringly, jumped up from behind and hugged her tightly: "Mother Concubine, don't go, stay with Lang'er."

His voice was full of sadness and desolation, and hit the softest part of Xinmeng's heart at once.But she is not Concubine Mi, not his concubine mother, so she cannot give him real comfort.

"Eighth prince, you have mistaken me, I am not Mi Concubine." She said while trying to break free from the arms around her waist.

"Mother Concubine, don't leave Lang'er behind!" Xiao Lang was afraid that she would disappear suddenly, so he hugged her even tighter.He even lowered his head, put his chin on her shoulder, and rubbed her head affectionately, "Mother Concubine, Lang'er misses you very much!"

Xinmeng froze instantly, as if countless fireworks exploded in her mind.She clenched her fist, let it go, clenched it again, and finally let go.Because he was drunk and because he missed Concubine Mi so much, he didn't bother with him.

"Mother Concubine, why don't you speak? Are you blaming Lang'er for not coming to see you for a long time?" Xiao Lang accompanied Xiaoxin, and there was actually a hint of coquettishness in his voice.He kissed the Qingsi in Xinmeng's ear over and over again, begging, "As long as the concubine mother agrees to stay with Lang'er, Lang'er will definitely stay by her side and never leave again."

We can't let him continue to misunderstand her and think of her as Concubine Mi!

"The eighth prince, my daughter is..." Xinmeng paused, her body froze again, she felt that the blood all over her body rushed to her face, and her face was unbearably hot, because his lips accidentally touched her ear .

Be taken lightly by him!
"What did Concubine Mu say just now?" He stopped moving.

Xinmeng gritted her teeth hard.Drunk people can't be treated like ordinary people, especially the eighth prince who is so drunk that he can't tell the difference.She took a deep breath and softened her voice, "Emperor, you lie down on the bed first, and the concubine mother will find someone to cook you a bowl of hangover soup."

"Lang'er." He was a little puzzled, "My concubine always called me 'Lang'er', why did she change her name?"

"What?" Xinmeng quickly realized, remembering that the emperor also called him 'Lang'er', "Mother concubine made a slip of the tongue, Lang'er was obedient, go to bed and lie down."

"Mother and concubine lie down with me." He clenched Xinmeng's hand and went to the bed.

　Guess, is the eighth prince really drunk, or is he pretending to be drunk? ... Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a long comment, ask for a reward, and ask for a collection.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)