Daughter's favorite concubine: Don't come here, the black-bellied prince

Chapter 401
"What did Mengmeng want to tell me?" Looking down and seeing Xinmeng's serious expression, Xiao Lang seemed to have guessed something.

"Biyuan Pavilion... used to be my father's residence." Xinmeng said slowly.

"It turned out that General Shen Ji lived there." A look of interest floated on his handsome face, Xiao Lang teased, "Then I have to get a taste of the mighty aura of the General."

"What kind of mighty aura!" Xinmeng glared at him coquettishly, "Do you know where Biyuan Pavilion is located?"

Xiao Lang naturally shook his head: "I don't know, Mr. Zhao never mentioned it." He seemed to understand something vaguely.

After sighing heavily, Xinmeng said helplessly the most important point, which was the location of Biyuan Pavilion.

She almost gritted her teeth and said: "Biyuan Pavilion is located in the outer courtyard in the backyard. It is the residence built by my grandfather specially for his son-in-law, my father Shen Ji. It is next to my uncle's Qingying Pavilion, and in the inner courtyard where my mother lived before leaving the pavilion." The Danyu Pavilion is only separated by a small lake. The East Garden is the place to receive foreign guests."

"..." Xiao Lang was silent for a moment, and then slowly broke into a gentle smile, "Grandfather and uncle don't treat me as an outsider."

"You're still laughing!" Xinmeng raised her small fist angrily, and swung it vigorously at him as if venting, but she didn't really hit him with great measure, and then, belatedly realized that there was something wrong with his address Suddenly, two red clouds appeared on her pretty face, "Who are your grandfather and uncle?!"

Grabbing her small fist, he squeezed it lightly and then let go. Xiao Lang didn't tease her anymore, but strode towards Zhao Danqing's direction.

Xinmeng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after her.

No matter what, she must prevent Xiao Lang from living in Biyuan Pavilion.

He lives in Biyuan Pavilion, his name is not justified, and he will definitely be criticized for being absurd today in the future.

"Keep Mr. Zhao waiting for a long time." Xiao Lang glanced casually into the arch, and immediately his heart sank.

There is a special scene inside: several exquisite pavilions and pavilions, facing each other across a small sparkling lake.There are two completely different styles on both sides of the lake.Between the buildings here, tall green trees and slender green bamboos are planted.On the other side of the lake, there are clusters of colorful flowers.

With just a quick glance, Xiao Lang already understood that Xinmeng did not lie to him, and that it was indeed the garden where the master of the Zhao residence lived.

He hummed softly in his heart, his face slightly ugly.

Although he likes others to regard Mengmeng and him as a couple, it doesn't mean he likes to be tricked, even if they are Mengmeng's grandfather and uncle.

"The eighth prince is too polite, the grass people should wait for you." Zhao Danqing nodded and smiled, and quickly made a gesture, signaling to the inside of the arch, "Eighth prince, please come inside!"

Xiao Lang didn't move, curled his lips together, and with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, he said to Zhao Danqing: "Young Master Zhao, I suddenly remembered that I had an appointment with Lord Li Moqin, and I will hold a candle night talk with him tonight. live in the house."

Xinmeng, who had already chased after Xiao Lang, stopped and narrowed her eyes when she heard the words.

In vain she was terribly worried just now, for fear that Xiao Lang would really live in Biyuan Pavilion.Now it seems that he is still very measured in his actions, and he is also a man of courtesy.

After she was relieved, Xinmeng was not in a hurry to go forward, she just stood quietly behind them, waiting to see how her uncle would react after being rejected.

Zhao Danqing's expression changed instantly when he heard that the Eighth Prince was no longer staying in the mansion.

(End of this chapter)