"You mean you're going to give me the keys to the account?"

Wen Cha stared at Mr. Zhou, who was kneeling on the ground, revealing a little different color.

"Yes," Manager Zhou affirmed: "The princess has been in the palace for more than half a year, and she also has some understanding of the situation in the palace, and in the future, the expenses of the palace, big and small, should be taken care of by the princess."

Wen Cha didn't answer the key and asked, "Is this what you mean, or is this what the prince meant?"

"Of course that's what the prince meant," Mr. Zhou said: "After the prince came back from Jiangnan last night, the first thing he ordered the slaves to do was to ask the princess and ask the slaves to send all the keys to the princess."

"I see," Wen Cha didn't ask when he heard that Gu Tingyun was back, and stared at Manager Zhou with a smile a few times, "Lord Wang really has a heart, Manager Zhou must thank him for me." ”

Seeing that she only spoke, did not take the key, nor did she take the account book, Manager Zhou was a little anxious, "This is all as it should be, you can take it quickly." ”

Wen Cha stood up, glanced at the thing in his hand, which most women flock to, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, "The prince thinks of me, and I am naturally happy in my heart, but this key, Manager Zhou should take it back." ”

Manager Zhou didn't expect her to refuse, and he was stunned: "You, who are you?"

"This princess was born in the countryside, she is a country girl, she is used to idleness, and she deserves such a heavy responsibility."

There was no aggression in her words, but Mr. Zhou, who listened to it, was chilled, he raised his head and looked at the princess who had never been taken seriously, and saw that she was facing the power of the princess, but her face did not change, and when the cloud was light, he sighed in his heart: "In the past, it was the slaves who were taking care of these, if the princess was troublesome, it was better to accept the key first, and then the slaves would come over every day to teach the princess to take care of it?"

"Manager Zhou, you didn't understand what I meant." Wen Cha lifted his eyelids and looked at him quietly: "I'm not an excuse, I'm tired, I don't have any thoughts."

Hearing these words in the ears of others, it is not good to do something, and it is a nest for yourself, but it can be heard in the ears of Manager Zhou, it is a bolt from the blue.

Wen Cha said that she had no thoughts, not that she was lazy, but that she didn't care anymore.

Listening to it the other way around, isn't it just a disappointment in the prince?

Since she didn't plan to give it to her in the first place, don't give it to her, even if it is imposed on her now, she is not rare.

"Princess......" The cold sweat on Mr. Zhou's forehead fell down, "You don't want this key, aren't you just embarrassed slaves?" ”

"Go back, the prince won't embarrass you." Wen Cha was in no mood to deal with him, and of course she didn't want to speculate about Gu Tingyun's thoughts, she didn't believe that he would be kind enough to give her the key, not so much to give it as to tease, and when she took over, he was afraid that he would come out of which corner and taunt her again.

The original owner could bear it, but she couldn't.

She felt tired, and she didn't even owe it to the scene.

How did Mr. Zhou know that she was so thin and cold, he only felt that he had picked up a hot potato, and if he went back like this, he would definitely not be able to pay the errand.

And the prince's attention to the princess is by no means what the princess understands.

"This," Manager Zhou was still a little unwilling, "You are the mistress of the palace, these things will fall on you sooner or later, you should take it." ”

"Mistress?" Wen Cha chuckled softly, "I'm not going to be soon." ”

Manager Zhou was stunned: "How could the princess think like this?"

Wen Cha: "Didn't Manager Zhou prepare a dowry for Miss Lin San?"

Manager Zhou's eyes widened in surprise, he didn't expect these secret things to be clear about Wencha.

"Leave it to the people who really belong to it." Wen Cha said lightly: "Who is the prince thinking in his heart, do you want the concubine to remind you?"

A few words of understatement, Mr. Zhou, who listened to it, was red-faced, and his heart was empty, he thought that Wen Cha had been wronged in the palace in the past six months, but he couldn't say a word.

"Let's go down," Wen Cha waved his hand, "don't let this concubine say it a third time." ”

"Yes." Manager Zhou was ashamed to get up and retreat with the key, and when Acui closed the door, he glanced back at Wen Cha and saw that she was still sitting on the chair lightly, with an indescribable sourness in her heart.

Missing this low-key and intelligent princess is afraid that it will be a regret for the prince's life.

He sighed and walked back towards the Jinyun Palace.

When she couldn't see the shadow of Manager Zhou, Acui hurriedly ran to Wen Cha's side, "Princess, why did you refuse Manager Zhou?" The key should have been held on the first day you entered the house. ”

Seeing her innocent appearance, Wen Cha smiled: "Didn't you say that you would go back to Beizhuang?"

"Ah," Atsui's eyes widened, "But the prince asked Manager Zhou to send the key over, he must know that you are good, do you still want to go back to Beizhuang?"

"yes," Wen Cha nodded, "If you want to stay here, you can go back by myself." ”

"No, no," Azui shook her head like a rattle, "the slave will never leave you." ”

Wen Cha put away his smile, his eyes were a little cold: "Then don't question my decision, if you say anything more in the future, I won't take you away."

Acui was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she knew that she had committed a taboo again, so she hurriedly knelt down, and said with a panicked face: "The slave and maid will give themselves a palm, and they will listen to the princess in the future, and they will not talk more."

Wen Cha saw that she slapped herself a few times, and sighed lightly: "You only know that the prince saw my goodness, and seemed to change his mind, but he didn't see the danger, you ask yourself, will the prince really be good to me?"

Listening to her words, Acui couldn't help but think of Lin Tao and Gu Tingyun's initial viciousness, and couldn't help but shudder, "Slave, slave doesn't believe it." ”

"Mr. Zhou said that he was giving me the key, I don't know how much of it is true, if I take the key, the prince turns his head and points at my nose as usual, scolding me for being greedy for wealth and nobility, and my eyes are high, how should I deal with myself?"

A few words made the relationship clear, Acui was covered in a cold sweat when she heard it, and only said: "It's the slave and the maid who are stupid, and the princess should be angry, and the slave and maid will never let the princess down again in the future, please atone for the princess."

"Get up," Wen Cha held her hand, "You are my dearest girl, I feel most sorry for you, if you follow me in the future, you don't have to worry about these things." ”

Atsui stood up and looked at her smiling face, somehow feeling more anticipation in her heart.

In the past, the princess was weak and timid, anyone could bully, if she didn't think about the princess, the days of this palace would have been unbearable for a long time, and now God opened her eyes, so that the princess woke up like an empowered, turned her head and took care of everything, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart.

Acui secretly decided that no matter whether the princess is a princess or not, she will follow her, not only because of her childhood affection, but more importantly, she sees hope in Wen Cha.

Wen Cha is a master and servant, and at the end of Jinyun Palace, it can be said that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

As soon as he heard that Wen Cha didn't take the key, and said a few words in his heart, Gu Tingyun was uncomfortable.

He sent Manager Zhou away, staring at the two sets of keys on the table, only to feel like two whips, really pumping on the tip of his heart, he died in pain, and he couldn't make a sound.