Meng Qiao's eyes widened, and he got up from the bamboo chair and looked at him incredulously.

The man's reaction didn't seem strange, he must have said something to her heart.

"Brother Pan, you're crazy!"

"I'm not crazy, I'm sober." Pan Sheng also stood up with a helpless face.

"You're not crazy, you're still saying that." The evening breeze blew the broken hair on her soft cheeks, and the woman, as if remembering something, reached out and tied her hair up.

"Lord Rong is in a high position and has a dignified appearance, and you serve in front of him all day long, you." The man swallowed the next words, he had seen Prince Rong once, he was simply not a mortal.

"Don't guess, I don't like him." At the mention of Prince Rong, Meng Qiao's mind once again resurfaced the sometimes gentle and sometimes domineering face, shook his head, and turned to look at him solemnly.

The man was inexplicably happy, but he was soon poured a basin of cold water.

"Brother Pan, I really only think of you as a friend and an elder brother." Meng Qiao lowered his head and said.

The man felt a burst of pain and swelling in his heart, and he was a little speechless for a while.

"Rest early." The man turned around and stood stiffly in place.

"Good!" Meng Qiao responded in a low voice, long pain is better than short pain, it is better to explain it to him as soon as possible.

Early the next morning, Meng Qiao stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, waking up from his sleep with his long eyelashes.

"Did it wake you up?"

In the courtyard, the man's shirt had faded to his waist, revealing his strong muscles, Meng Qiao listened to the voice and walked curiously, and happened to see him sweating like rain.

The man tossed the axe aside and wiped the sweat with his arm.

Meng Qiao pursed his lips and smiled, "No, I've already woken up." ”

"Sister Meng, come and eat!" Pan Xiaomei's loud voice lingered in the courtyard, and Meng Qiao realized that she was the last to get up at this time.

Pan Xiaomei rolled up her sleeves, holding a spoon in her hand and kept stirring the pot, and the stove was steaming.

The corners of Meng Qiao's lips hooked, it was really warm!

Although Pan Xiaomei's leg was injured, but the two of them had to go back, Pan Sheng chopped a lot of wood, so that Xiaomei could save a lot of effort.

"Brother Pan, I'll go back." After the three of them finished eating, Meng Qiao helped Pan Xiaomei clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and walked towards the courtyard with the burden on her back.

The man was sitting on the big rock in the doorway, as if he was thinking about something.

"Well, I'm leaving too, let's go together." Pan Sheng nodded, no matter what, he must have saved up the five hundred taels of silver!

Not long after the two of them walked out of the courtyard, one went south and the other to the north, the Pan family's residence was not close to the downtown area, and Meng Qiao was sweating all over his forehead when he walked to the door of King Rong's mansion.

"Butler, the prince wants to marry?"

"Don't talk nonsense, come and work!"

The housekeeper led many housekeepers to clean at the door, Meng Qiao shouted regardless of it, and the people around raised their heads one after another, all kinds of eyes were about to overwhelm her, they didn't have the guts!

The woman answered, and before she could put down the burden on her body, she hurriedly went to get a broom and clean it up with her.

The front of the palace had just been cleaned, and a richly decorated sedan chair stopped in front of the door, and the housekeeper waved his hand, and the housekeepers hurriedly stood in two rows.

"Don't make times, you have to understand the rules, it's a distinguished guest today."

Meng Qiao stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, glanced at him and nodded.

The curtain was opened, and a pair of exquisite pink embroidered shoes were the first to come into view, and the woman was wearing a pink long skirt swaying to the ground.

"Miss Meng, you're here." The butler greeted him and bowed.

The family members all lowered their heads, Meng Qiao lifted his eyes and took a sneak look, the woman's cheeks were thin and cherry-mouthed, and the willow eyebrows were slender and beautiful, quite attractive!

"I don't know if the prince is in the house?" The woman nodded politely.

Who said that guy didn't have a relationship with the woman? Isn't that familiar?

There are really a lot of people with the surname Meng, no wonder God wants her to come here!

"The prince is waiting for you in the study, Miss Meng, please!" The prince had already explained a good thing, and the housekeeper made a gesture of please, and then led her to the study.

"It's really useless, I smile like this when I see beauty, the corners of my mouth are almost to the sky, and my illness is cured!"

Not long after the girl entered, the door to the study opened, and the two of them descended the steps side by side, as if they were chatting about something.

Meng Qiao took a broom and lowered his head to sweep the courtyard, and when he looked up, he saw the man's smiling face.

"Someone!" The man's eyes shone with an intoxicating brilliance, and he had already aimed at the thin figure.

Meng Qiao bit his lip, threw down the broom in his hand and hurriedly ran over.

"What does the prince command?"

"Let's go and prepare the food."

"Yes!" Feeling the strange gaze from around him, Meng Qiao deliberately lowered his voice.

A woman's intuition is the keenest, and Meng Qiao is afraid of revealing a flaw in front of that woman.

Meng Qiao left here like a run, that guy was happy to be like that, this woman will be the mistress here in the future.

If the service is good, will there be a reward?

"No need, senior brother, it's rare for me to go down the mountain, why don't I make it for you to eat with my own hands, how about it?" Meng Qiao was about to turn out of the corridor, and the woman suddenly grabbed the arm of the man next to her, with a smile in her eyebrows.

"You're tired, don't work hard." The man dodged, and the woman had to take her hand down in embarrassment.

"I'm not tired, and I'm not an outsider, so don't be polite to me."

"Ahem, ahem." The man seemed to be choked by these words, and suddenly coughed, Meng Qiao looked at him at a loss, as if his feet had roots.

"Senior brother, how are you?" The woman reached out and tapped his acupoint, and the man calmed down slightly.

"No problem." The man's voice was hoarse and sexy.

"Lord Wang, I'll serve you medicine." Meng Qiao pulled his legs and ran, it is really abnormal for this snake spirit disease prince not to take some medicine!

When the woman came back, Wang Ye Rong was sitting leisurely in the gazebo fanning, and the woman in pink clothes had disappeared, presumably preparing a meal for him himself.

"Drink it, Lord Wang!" Meng Qiao took the medicine bowl out of the tray and carefully placed it on the stone table.

The man didn't move for a moment, and suddenly turned to look at her.

The woman blushed at his gaze and lowered her head in a panic.

"Have you met your sweetheart?"

The man asked abruptly, she almost didn't remember, wasn't this her panic at the beginning? Sweat dripping!

"See, see." Meng Qiao's cheeks flushed, and somehow, he stammered a little when he was nervous.

The man raised his head and drank the potion and stood up suddenly, the tips of their noses almost colliding together!

"The king has discovered a strange thing." The man's lips covered her ears, and she felt the burning breath, Meng Qiao was about to dodge without thinking about it, but her body suddenly hit the stone table behind her!