Xin Mo'er opened her eyes in a daze, feeling a little pain in her waist, as if she had been lit by something.
Later, I found that I was actually sleeping on Feng Qingcang's legs, and there were some water stains on his legs...
I was stunned for a moment.
She actually drooled?
Feng Qingcang had noticed it clearly, and looked at her playfully, "Xin Mo'er, how old are you, and you are still drooling?"
"hehe……"
"hehe……"
Xin Mo'er smirked stupidly, not knowing how to explain it. How could she drool?
It's good or not, but it still flows on his legs?
It's so embarrassing to my grandma's house.
Suddenly I found something wrong and looked up at him, "Didn't I sleep on the wall of the car? Why did I lie on your lap?"
"I want to ask you this question too." Feng Qingcang looked at her quietly, "You fell asleep just now and then you were slapped on me. Unfortunately, I can't shake it off no matter how hard I shook it."
"Really?" Xin Mo'er asked very heartlessly.
"If you don't believe it, you can ask the two people outside the carriage to know if I have lie." Feng Qingcang said with confidence, and his nose and eyes did not slant.
Xin Mo'er glanced in the direction of the car curtain and quickly withdrew her gaze. What should I ask?
Then wouldn’t even Xiaowu and Lanyin know about her drooling?
It's a shame...
After all, she is a little master and will have to look up and be a human being in the future. This is something that cannot be asked about.
What's more, the two guys outside were clearly the same guy as Feng Qingcang.
No trust.
Xin Mo'er turned her head and found that Feng Qingcang had been in the same position and had not changed his position. She asked in confusion, "Father, aren't you tired of maintaining the same position?"
"You have been lying on my legs just now, but I can't move. Now your legs are numb and you can't move." Feng Qingcang looked at his legs in distress.
"What should I do?" Xin Mo'er felt a little embarrassed, after all, this happened because of her.
"Rubb me, soothe my tendons and veins, and it will be fine after a while."
Xin Moer felt it was reasonable, so she moved his legs a little, moved them in front of him, and rubbed them to him.
"What is your technique?" Feng Qingcang originally said casually, but she didn't expect that her technique was surprisingly good, making him feel comfortable.
Although, it was shameless for him to lie to her...
But he just enjoyed every part of his time with her.
Xin Mo'er glanced at him with a proud look.
Of course! It doesn't matter what she does.
She learned Sanda in her previous life, and basically learned massage and kneading.
In her opinion, this is simply a pediatric department.
When they were about two hours on the road, Xin Mo'er's belly began to scream in disarray, and the group was walking on a mountain road, so there were no restaurants nearby.
I didn’t eat much food when I went out in the morning, but now it has been digested.
"How long will it take to arrive?" Xin Moer found that Feng Qingcang's legs had recovered, so she asked.
"Three hours." Feng Qingcang replied.
In ancient times, one hour was two hours, which means it took a total of ten hours from Nanzhao Jingcheng to Nanfan Mountain. Now it only takes a short and half of the journey, and there are still six hours to reach!
Xin Mo'er's butt hurts. Although the carriage is covered with thick brocade silk, she still feels pain after sitting for a long time.
Feng Qingcang touched the wooden couch with his hand, and gently pulled his hand, and a secret square immediately appeared.
There is a utensil made of iron and copper inside.
When Xin Mo'er was wondering what this utensil was for, Feng Qingcang opened it, and immediately the fragrant and hot roasted chicken smell penetrated into her nose.
It turns out that these iron and copper utensils are actually used for insulation!
Xin Mo'er was so happy that she couldn't help but put on her pink lips and printed a kiss on his left cheek, retracted her head, took out the roast chicken inside, and ate it in big mouthfuls.
As I ate, when I was left with only one chicken butt, I suddenly remembered that Feng Qingcang was also hungry, and spread the chicken butt left in her hand, which was covered with her saliva. I was sorry
"I have eaten up all the chicken legs, chicken back, and chicken belly, and I have left you a chicken butt."
After hearing this, Xiaowu and Lan Yin, who were driving the horses outside the carriage, couldn't help but burst out and burst out laughing.
Only their little princess dares to say this. If it were someone else, they would probably be slapped away by their prince.
Xin Mo'er blushed. She shouldn't have said this, she should just throw it away.
While she was bowing her head, Feng Qingcang took over the chicken butt in her hand and started chewing it slowly.
Xin Mo'er stared at him eating blankly. It turned out that a man could eat so elegantly and leisurely even if he had a chicken butt...
It turns out that good-looking still has advantages.
At least when eating, it looks more charming than ordinary people.
Xin Mo'er wiped her hands and mouth clean, but she felt greasy and she was a little thirsty, but unfortunately she didn't carry water on the car.
Feng Qingcang had also cleaned the food. His hand touched the soft couch again, opened another secret lattice, picked up a blue and white porcelain wine pot, and handed it to Xin Mo'er, "I forgot to bring water when I got on the bus.
, This is Hong, a grown-up daughter who has been a hundred years old, let’s drink together.”
A hundred-year-old daughter!
Have a drink together?!
It's simply rare, okay? It's good to taste it once in a lifetime.
Xin Mo'er licked her lips with her tongue, reached out and snatched her mouth with big mouthfuls.
After a while, a pot of wine was found.
Xin Mo'er didn't hold it firmly, and the wine pot fell to the ground. Fortunately, there was a layer of wool carpet on the bottom of the carriage, so it didn't break it.
"Girls should be more reserved." Feng Qingcang obviously did not compliment her drinking method.
"Don't be implicit in front of you." Xin Mo'er stood up and waved her fingers. Her cheeks were stained with two beautiful clouds, and her eyes were a little blurred.
He burped, patted his belly, and smiled foolishly, "It tastes so good, is it still?"
"You are drunk." Feng Qingcang's eyes were stained with lust.
"I didn't." Xin Mo'er argued. The next second, his body softened and he fell into his arms.
A quarter of an hour later, Nangong Yun's horse broke back and blocked Feng Qingcang's carriage's way. He was holding a roasted hare in his hand, "I've been driving for more than two hours, Mo'er should be tired.
Let's give her this one."
Feng Qingyu also rode his horse together, holding food in his hand.
Lan Yin took Nangong Yun’s roasted rabbit, lifted the curtain of the car, and handed it in.
Feng Qingcang took it without hesitation, without thanking him, but put it directly into his mouth, "Mo'er has eaten it."
Xin Mo'er lay on his back in his arms and muttered, "Don't make noise, go to bed."
(Ahem, actually, our male protagonist is very loving, is there any? Everything is planned, no wonder the poor Mo'er can't escape from his palm. Lao Cang is the Tathagata Buddha, our poor Mo
The son is the little monkey who can't escape his Wuzhi Mountain after rumbling around in the Tathagata.`(*n_n*)')