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Chapter 152 Little Meng, You've Lost Weight (1)
The prince coughed and said in embarrassment: "It's okay, it's okay."

Dong Meng was sitting next to him, and the sweet fragrance from her body penetrated her nose and nose. After a while, the prince's face was flushed, and his head could not be lowered any more.

Leng Wuqing hastily called Dong Meng back, and said softly: "I don't think this trick is useful, I still have a secret heart for you."

Dong Meng rubbed her chin, it seemed that strong medicine was still needed, the female general waved her hand and called the procuress: "I have an idea, I don't know if I should say it or not."

The crown prince suddenly raised his head to look at Dong Meng, and heard the female general say loudly: "The girls in Beijing are so beautiful, they have attracted countless talents and heroes, but the quality is so uneven, why don't we unite a few buildings and hold an oiran?" General Assembly, what do you think, let my brother handle it."

The last sentence was toward Wu Yuan, and there was applause in the hall, the guests cheered and applauded thunderously, the prince gasped, and almost fled...

Can you believe that the majestic crown prince wants to choose the oiran?
Dong Meng has always been a real fighter, and it is a fake move to just talk and not do it. At first, it was just to stop the prince from thinking about it, but once the words came out, Dong Meng felt that it was somewhat feasible.

Leng Wuqing looked at Dong Meng in shock, as if she couldn't believe that the female general had such a proposal. Dong Meng poked her friend's waist and asked, "Why are you in a daze?"

Leng Wuqing lowered her head and coughed dryly as if to cover up: "It's nothing, it's just a feeling... You seem to be a little different from before."

Not only the language when speaking, but also the demeanor of actions, Dongmeng has never had too close contact with others before.

Dong Meng hooked Leng Wuqing's shoulder with a smile, and deliberately asked: "Is that better for me before, or better for me now."

Leng Wuqing said without thinking: "Of course it is now."

Dong Meng was very satisfied with this answer. Looking at the embarrassed prince who was blushing, he thought to himself, this guy has seen this side of her, so he probably won't be interested in her in the future.

After all, the rigid and majestic royal family would never allow a girl who went shopping in a brothel to marry.

Dong Meng didn't notice the inexplicable gleam in Leng Wuqing's eyes.

Looking at Dong Meng who was in high spirits, Leng Wuqing shook her head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

How is it possible, I must have hallucinations, in this era, I should be the only person who crossed over from that world.

When they walked out of Tianxiang Building, the bustard and the girls in the building still looked at the few people reluctantly. The girls waved their handkerchiefs at the prince, and said with sweet smiles: "Master, come to play next time, don't forget Slaves."

The prince resisted the urge to run away, lowered his head in shame and embarrassment, and muttered in his heart.

Emptiness is form, and form is emptiness.

The procuress looked at Dong Meng with longing eyes, and shouted: "Don't forget about choosing the oiran, there are many girls with both sex and art in our building."

The old bustard could see the business opportunities at a glance, if her daughter became the oiran, she would become a signboard in the building in the future, and it would not be a lot of money.

Even in the dark, the bustard handed back the money Dong Meng and the others had spent this time, and added a few hundred taels more, making Dong Meng dumbfounded.

Drinking flower wine not only did not give money, but also made a lot of money. This is also a strange story from ancient to modern times.

"His Royal Highness, don't forget, we will choose the oiran in three days."

The prince looked at Dong Meng with some indescribable gaze, hesitant to speak, his brocade-like black hair fluttering around his waist.

Dong Meng saw that this was a joke, and the other party finally hit the south wall and realized the pain, and knew to turn around.

"What else do you want to say, but it's okay to say." Dong Meng said persuasively, seemingly resolutely: "I can hold on."

The prince smiled sweetly. As the sun set, his shy and delicate cheeks were dimly illuminated by the golden light, yet they were extraordinarily handsome.

"Miss Dong, you are really an interesting person."

Until the prince's back left, Dong Meng stood at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, staring blankly at Leng Wuqing.

"Wuqing, what does he mean by that?"

Leng Wuqing shook her head, she seemed regretful but gloated and said: "It's not easy to understand, I fell in love with you, I just fell in love with you in the past, but now I guess it's you who don't want to marry."

Dong Meng looked at the stone lion at the door with sad eyes, and raised her eyebrows coldly.

"See what that lion is doing?"

Meng said sadly: "See if the knot is strong. You said that if I was bumped and disfigured today, the royal family will definitely not allow me to enter the palace in the future."

Leng Wu held the female general angrily and amusedly: "Is it wrong?"

Dong Meng sighed: "From ancient times to the present, which emperor have you heard that there is only one person in the harem? I would rather lose my appearance than share the same husband with others."

Anyway, according to Feng Ling's temperament, even if he loses his appearance, he can still marry him, but Dong Meng suddenly thought that if there were no accidents, he would probably never see Feng Ling again.

Dong Meng could only lower her head, and said helplessly, "Anyway, I can't marry into the royal family. Once the Hou family enters the deep sea, Fenglang will be a passerby from now on."

Leng Wuqing was startled, and couldn't help saying: "This is a poem from the Tang Dynasty."

The female general was immersed in her own thoughts, but she didn't hear clearly, she raised her head and asked, "What did you say?"

Leng Wuqing faltered, shook his head and said: "It's nothing, I say you go in quickly, or the brothers will have to worry again."

Dong Meng nodded, dejectedly, turned and entered the gate.

Leng Wuqing stayed where she was, wondering and wondering, and wanted to ask, but didn't dare to say more, for fear that what she expected was just a bubble-like illusion, and maybe her identity would be revealed.

Shaking his head, Leng Wuqing turned and left in a bad mood.

The maid next to her helped her into the carriage, the sound of grunting ruts gradually faded away, the orange light and shadow of the setting sun pulled the carriage out of the lonely trace, the cold mist sitting in the carriage lifted the curtain, and glanced at the antique building outside the window , and this gradually quiet town.

In the early morning of the next day, the freshness of autumn spread in the courtyard, the maids were busy lightly, the quilt was billowing, a lotus root arm protruded from it, Dong Meng turned over, her small melon-seeded face rubbed against the quilt, but she felt a little boring.

Accustomed to someone's knocking on the door twice every morning, and the soy milk and fried dough sticks bought from downstairs on the table, Dong Meng lazily got up, but found that everything around her was familiar yet strange.

The little maid standing beside her was cautious. Dong Meng just stretched her waist and made a noise, and immediately called out respectfully, "Miss."

Dong Meng's snoring stopped abruptly, and she said dully, "Yuzhi, are you keeping watch today?"

The servant girl heard Dong Meng's bad tone, and hastily saluted: "Miss, but this servant is not serving you well."

Dong Meng sighed and shook her head: "Get up, don't just kneel at random from now on."

(End of this chapter)