Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1080 Long Martingale Goes Out

Hearing this, Long Yang's mind went blank, and he did not react for a long time.

When the courtiers heard what the court lady said, they all had a smile on their faces. At this time, seeing the emperor did not respond for a long time, one of the ministers thought he hadn't heard clearly, and quickly said: "The emperor, the empress is about to give birth."

Long Yang then slowly turned his head and stared at him, "What did you say?"

Seeing his reaction like this, the minister thought to himself, if it's broken, the emperor would not be happy and crazy, right? How can this be good?

He became more cautious when speaking, "Weichen wants to say that the empress is about to give birth."

Long Yang nodded, "Yes".

It's a normal response.

Some courtiers saw him like this, secretly saying, is the emperor tired of the queen? So when I heard that the queen was about to give birth, the reaction was so plain?

"Zhao Qian, help me back to Fengyi Palace."

When the officials were speculating on the emperor's behavior, they suddenly heard the emperor's trembling voice.

Seeing such an emperor, the ministers couldn't help being a little squinted.

The emperor has always been steady and resolute. When has there been such a time?

Zhao Gan was not so nervous before. Hearing the voice of the master's command, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous. He quickly reached out and held the master's hand and found that the master's hand was a little trembling.

The master and servant stepped down the steps, and Zhao Qian thought that he had been very stable, but when Long Yang stepped down the steps, he stepped on the air and almost fell down.

The courtiers behind him hurriedly covered their faces.

Fortunately, the seventh day of the seventh day of the reaction was fast enough, and helped the two of them at a critical time, otherwise Long Marting would be embarrassed.

"Master, pay attention to your feet." Zhao Gan took a deep breath after steadying his figure.

After watching the emperor go far, the officials came back to their senses.

They must have been dazzled just now.

The emperor couldn't be that gaffe.

The courtiers comforted themselves.

When Long Yang went to Fengyi Palace, Lin Yuanzheng and Wu Taiyi were already waiting there, and the midwife had already entered.

The curtain in front of the bed has been pulled down, and several midwives gathered around the bed, quietly comforting Lu Liangwei.

"It's okay, mother, don't be nervous, look at her appearance, I guess it will take a while to start giving birth."

Lu Liangwei was lying on the couch with pillows behind her back. Although she wiped her sweat with beads, the sweat on her body still wetted her dress again.

When Long Yang came in, he had returned to normal, and the person who lost his stance in front of the courtiers just now seemed to be not him.

Seeing him coming in, the midwife's lips moved, trying to persuade that if the woman gave birth and the man could not come in, but thinking of the emperor's grace to the queen, she did not dare to say anything, but stepped aside.

Long Yang sat down on the couch and held Lu Liangwei's hand, "Weiwei, how are you now?"

"It hurts a bit." Lu Liangwei said truthfully, but when he finished speaking, he found that the emperor was shaking his hand.

She looked at his calm face in amazement.

For a moment, she suddenly laughed out loud, and the tension in her heart was easily replaced.

Unexpectedly, one day, she could see the emperor so nervous.

Long Yang was confused by her laughter, wondering how she could still laugh.

At this time, shouldn't she pity into her arms, seeking comfort?

Why is it completely different from what he thought?

Lu Liang squeezed his tight arm slightly, "Is the emperor very nervous?"

Long Yang shook his head, "I am not nervous, I am afraid you are nervous."

(End of this chapter)