"You really don't need to enter the palace?" Although she didn't want to enter the palace to see the face of the Empress Dowager Wu at all, she still asked politely.

Mu Zhanbei's face was slightly cold: "Naturally, it's true." ”

Sang Luo glanced at him and reminded: "They are also your relatives!" She is not generous, but she needs to adjust her attitude towards Emperor Kang Xuan and Empress Dowager Wu in the future according to Mu Zhanbei's reaction.

Mu Zhanbei threw down a sentence: "My relatives are in King Jing's Mansion!" ”

This is that she has no affection for the mother and son in the palace, Sang Luo is satisfied, so that she can act in a measured manner in the future. Thinking about it this way, I am also a little more satisfied with Mu Zhanbei.

A tooth for a tooth is a real man, and he repays his grievances with virtue? Sorry, she doesn't have this idiom in her dictionary!

"Lord, princess!" An old man in his fifties, who looked black and fat, dressed in festive red, dressed like a big red envelope, staggered in, and greeted Mu Zhanbei and Sang Luo with a smile.

Mu Zhanbei's expression softened slightly, and he said lightly: "This is Steward Zhang in the mansion, and he came to the mansion to do things after the establishment of the prince's mansion." If there is anything to do, you can tell Steward Zhang to do it. ”

He also said to Steward Zhang: "Everything in the palace is decided by the princess, and the princess's order is equivalent to the king's order, and the whole palace must obey it!" ”

Sang Luo and Steward Zhang glanced at each other, and the two of them smiled at each other at the same time, and immediately understood the other party's position in Mu Zhanbei's heart.

Sang Luo understood Mu Zhanbei's words, since he entered the palace when the prince's mansion was established, and he could still serve as a housekeeper until now, this housekeeper must have been arranged by the emperor, and he was also loyal to Mu Zhanbei.

Steward Zhang also knows in his heart that for his own prince, this princess may be the only mistress in the house!

Steward Zhang also watched Mu Zhanbei grow up, and now seeing the attitude of the prince, it is not rumored outside at all that he married a wife for the union of the two families. I'm afraid that I put people at the top of my heart, otherwise, I wouldn't have said what I just said.

Look at this new princess again, although the rumors outside are not very good, can his eyes, the smile just now, where will there be a useless waste in the market rumors?

"Princess, the old slave has ordered someone to prepare the carriage, and everything to be sent to King Jing's Mansion has also been prepared. Would you like to take a look? Steward Zhang asked with a smile.

Sang Luo looked at this housekeeper very interestingly, he was used to seeing a white fat man, and it was the first time he saw a black fat man, and he was wrapped in a red dress, which was really festive to look at.

Since he is married to Mu Zhanbei, he should be the master of the house. However, she didn't plan to set rules for Steward Zhang now, so she just smiled and said: "The prince relies on Steward Zhang, Steward Zhang must be doing things properly, and this princess can trust you!" ”

Steward Zhang's smile immediately became two more sincere.

If you want to say that Sang Luo is the new master, it is also appropriate to set up rules for the subordinates in the house. This housekeeper is also loyal to Mu Zhanbei, and he must be self-governing and measured, after all, there is a difference between master and servant. However, this housekeeper Zhang has been in charge of the prince's mansion for so many years, if Sang Luo does not save him any face, and directly asks to see the gift he has prepared, Steward Zhang will naturally feel a little uncomfortable in his heart. Don't look at this seemingly inconspicuous discomfort, this is directly related to whether it will be smoother when Sang falls in charge of the family in the future.

So, taking a step back now means going one step further later. Both Sang Luo and Steward Zhang know it, but Steward Zhang is also easy to accept and will not be disgusted.

"Let's go!" Since Mu Zhanbei handed over the palace to Sang Luo to manage, he would not interfere again. She can get along well with Steward Zhang, and Mu Zhanbei is also satisfied. After all, Steward Zhang is the person left by the imperial brother back then, and he is loyal, and he also wants to miss the old love. What's more, if she can get along well with Steward Zhang, then she will definitely be able to get along well with his brothers in the future. Thinking about it like this, Mu Zhanbei became more and more satisfied, and he really admired his vision of choosing a daughter-in-law.

Outside, Sang Luo naturally wanted to give Mu Zhanbei face. He responded with a light smile, and followed Mu Zhanbei out.

Steward Zhang's pupils shrank slightly, and he hurriedly lowered his head and didn't dare to look more.

He clearly saw just now that the princess was not one step behind the prince, but walked side by side with the prince. And the prince didn't mean to object from beginning to end!

What does this mean? This means that for the prince, the princess is not his subordinate, but an existence that can be compared to him!

It seems that he should put his mind back on the right set and serve the princess!

In fact, Steward Zhang really thought too much, even if Sang Luo inherited the memory of the original owner, but she really didn't pay attention to this kind of detail. But even if she knew that she didn't plan to be just a little woman who was attached to Mu Zhanbei, and she would walk side by side with her husband, so that the two could go further! As for Mu Zhanbei...... Such an innocent person will only be satisfied that his wife is inseparable from him, so how can he care about such a small problem?

When he got into the carriage, Sangluo relaxed a little, his body was sore and uncomfortable.

"Sit down!" Mu Zhanbei glanced at her and expressed dissatisfaction with her soft leaning on his shoulder. At the same time, she softened her body a little, so that she could adjust her position and lean more comfortably.

Sang Luo rubbed angrily: "It's all you, you're almost tired!" "It's like she hasn't opened meat for hundreds of years-well, Mu Zhanbei, who hasn't even been close to the maid, is indeed a boy chicken-tossing all night, her body is only fifteen years old now, and she should be praised for her talent if she can stand up now!

Mu Zhanbei's face darkened, and he scolded in a cold voice: "You, don't think that I can condone you if you are coquettish!" Also, you dare to say that kind of thing in broad daylight? What a shame! "Such a pampered and arrogant and cheeky wife is really a headache! But remembering her enthusiasm last night and the warm, soft body that attracted his gaze...... Mu Zhanbei's mouth was a little dry, and his ears were slightly red, thinking, this woman is too clingy! But is it just that I can't help it for a little while? Looking at her sticky and sticky leaning on herself, she really can't do anything about her!

Thinking so, the corners of Mu Zhanbei's mouth curved up a small arc, but it quickly returned to its original state. glanced at Sang Luo a few times with a cold eye, and saw that the little wife frowned occasionally, constantly adjusting her posture, and suddenly grabbed her waist and placed the person directly on her lap.

"Lord Wang?" Sang Luo was really shocked this time, she had no experience in sitting on a man's lap in her two lives! Besides, his legs are really hard, and they are not as comfortable as a carriage!

Mu Zhanbei scolded fiercely: "You always rub on me, am I not satisfied with you?" Okay, don't move, just stay! "It's so worrying for his wife to be so restless.

Sang Luo happened to see his reddened ears out of the corner of his eye, and when he came to his mouth, he had to take it back if he refused. Leaning on the man's broad chest, Sang Luowei found that the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

What a twisted and hard-mouthed and soft-hearted man!