Xiao Lingyue turned around and saw Uncle Zhou walking over quickly, with sweat on his forehead.
She frowned: "Butler Zhou, is something wrong?"
Uncle Zhou walked closer, glanced at Meng Wenhao, Qing Luo and others next to him, and said with a natural smile: "I heard that Miss Shen wants to take the young prince to visit the princess mansion next door?"
Xiao Lingyue: "Yes."
"The mansion over there is still under renovation. There are many people and the environment is messy."
Zhou Bodao: "Why did Miss Shen suddenly think about it?"
Xiao Lingyue was heartbroken and asked, "Did King Yi ask you to come here and ask?"
Uncle Zhou waved his hand hurriedly: "Young lady misunderstood, the prince is still handling official duties. It was the old slave who met the guard. Listen to what he said."
As he spoke, Uncle Zhou quietly winked at the guard next to him.
The guard immediately said: "That's what Butler Zhou said."
"Forget it." Xiao Lingyue didn't want to worry about it, "Is there anything else?"
"Old slave happens to be free, why don't you accompany Miss Shen and the young prince there together?"
Uncle Zhou smiled and said: "The workers who repaired the house over there were all selected by the old slave himself, and they are familiar with each other. If Miss Shen is dissatisfied with something, the old slave can just let them change it."
This reason is very good.
Xiao Lingyue glanced at him and nodded: "Then let's go together."
"Mom, let's go!" Hanhan held her hand and shook it gently.
"Um."
Xiao Lingyue held Hanhan in one hand and Beibei in the other, and walked towards the entrance of the palace.
Qingluo immediately followed behind.
Meng Wenhao was the last one holding the small piece of wood. He had just taken two steps when Uncle Zhou walked up to him naturally and said with a smile: "What do you call this young master?"
"?" Meng Wenhao glanced at him in surprise, "My name is Meng Wenhao."
"Mr. Meng," Uncle Zhou said politely, "I heard that you and Miss Qingluo came to see Miss Shen together?"
Meng Wenhao nodded: "Yes."
"What is the relationship between Mr. Meng and Miss Shen? Are they friends?" Uncle Zhou asked curiously.
"Uh... we can be considered friends." Meng Wenhao stretched out his hand and scratched his head, a little confused.
"Miss Shen has only returned to Beijing not long ago. How did you meet?" Uncle Zhou asked again.
Meng Wenhao: "This..."
Uncle Zhou looked at his embarrassed and embarrassed expression: "Isn't it convenient for you to tell me?"
"No, it's just a long story..."
Under Uncle Zhou's natural and skillful questioning, Meng Wenhao did not feel anything unusual and briefly explained the process of his acquaintance with "Shen Wan".
Uncle Zhou was surprised when he heard this: "It turns out that Mr. Meng is a survivor of the bandit village and has experienced so many things."
Meng Wenhao smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe it's my bad luck."
"Did this child also escape from the bandits' camp with Mr. Meng?" Uncle Zhou looked at the small piece of wood he was holding next to him, and saw that the child's expression was blank, as if there was something wrong with his mind.
"Yes." Meng Wenhao said.
"Mr. Meng is so kind-hearted..."
Uncle Zhou smiled and said a few polite words, his eyes calmly turned around the two of them, feeling relieved.
Although Mr. Meng is about the same age as Miss Shen and looks very talented, from the looks of it, he should be just an ordinary friend.
In Uncle Zhou's eyes, Miss Shen was already a member of Prince Yi's Palace, all she lacked was a status.
The prince is busy with official duties and cannot keep an eye on everything.