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

Chapter 758 Washing Vegetables
Xinmeng looked in the direction Yanling was pointing at, and she saw a large basket of verdant vegetables and a lot of melons and fruits.

"Sister Yan, leave it to me."

She walked over and didn't pick it up in a hurry, but looked around first.

Part of the river water brought by Yan Qing and Song Chun was poured into a cauldron, and part of it was sent under the tree and poured into a large vat, ready to be used to wash the slaughtered fat sheep.

After thinking about it, she picked up the basket of vegetables and walked quickly towards the direction where Yan Qing and Song Chun came, intending to wash them by the river.

Songchun, who was carrying an empty bucket, turned around and saw Xinmeng was going to wash vegetables by the river, and wanted to follow up to help, but Yan Qing grabbed her, pouted her mouth, and motioned her to look aside.

Looking in the direction he pointed, I saw Xiao Lang took a step and followed Xin Meng far away, Song Chun thought for a while, shook off Yan Qing's hand, and chased after him with an empty bucket.

Yan Qing didn't go to stop Songchun, but stood there watching her catch up with Xiao Lang, handed him the empty bucket in her hand, said a few words, and then turned around and came back.

Songchun, who was walking back, saw Yan Qing staring at her intently, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then for some reason, his face became inexplicably hot.

She lowered her head slightly, stopped looking at him, and walked quickly to Yan Ling's side to see if there was anything she needed to do.

Yan Qing turned around expressionlessly, went to the firewood pile, and together with Mo Xinchen moved the split firewood to the fire for later use.

But Xinmeng walked along a small path that was stepped on by people, and soon heard the sound of rushing water, walked seven or eight steps, bypassed a bush, and saw a small river that was more than two feet wide.

She gently stepped on the pebbles and sand on the river bank to the water's edge, put the basket full of vegetables and fruits on the beach, knelt down and brushed the water surface with her fingers.

The river water is very cold, and the biting cold feeling spreads up along the fingertips in an instant.

She quickly withdrew her hand, put it to her mouth and took a few mouthfuls of warm air. Feeling that her fingers were not so cold, she took out the vegetables and fruits to be washed from the basket and put them on the beach.

First put the basket in the water to rinse it, lifted it and put it on the bank, and then dipped a Chinese cabbage into the river water. She was about to start washing when she heard slow and steady footsteps behind her.

At first, she thought it was Songchun, but she soon realized that the footsteps were wrong, because the woman was light, and the sound made by the embroidered shoes on the beach was much softer than the current one.

Frowning slightly, she stood up quickly, turned around, and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the person coming.

It was Xiao Lang who came. He carried an empty wooden bucket, walked slowly in front of her, looked down at her wet hands, and said softly: "The water is cold, let me wash it."

He squatted down and began to clean the Chinese cabbage soaked in the river water. He broke off the leaves one by one, washed the petioles and leaves carefully, put them in the basket, and then took the second Chinese cabbage. So clean up.

Seeing his familiar movements, Xinmeng blinked her eyes lightly, feeling a faint sour taste in her heart.

She still remembers the "Sifang Travel Notes", which recorded far more mountains, rivers and rivers than town markets. That is because the Sifang Ranger loves natural scenery the most. What he recorded and painted in "Sifang Travel Notes" It was all he saw with his own eyes, and it was all the Dashang Rivers and Mountains that he measured step by step with his feet.

The mysterious Sifang Ranger is exactly him, the Eighth Prince Xiao Lang!
　On the first day of the new year, I wish all readers great progress, and I also wish you that you can write better works and bring better reading enjoyment to readers. In 2016, please continue to support 媗媗!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)