Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1448 is really not enjoyable

At this time, Lu Liangwei suddenly became a little worried and said: "When I reach the age of the emperor, I will definitely become old and ugly. There is definitely no emperor as young as the emperor."

"Fool, don't think about it, you definitely won't." Long Yang touched her head.

"But if I really become ugly and old by then, will you despise me?" Lu Liangwei asked.

"Why do you think this way? Naturally you won't." Long Yang looked at her sternly, "And you think, when you reach my age, then I will be even older. Then, only you will dislike me. ."

"No, I won't dislike the emperor." Lu Liang turned a little sad, and laughed, it was hard to imagine what the emperor would look like with white hair.

But for sure, even if the emperor gets old, he is definitely a handsome and attractive old man.

Seeing her smiling, Long Yang said helplessly: "You are only in your twenties, and you will still be long in the future, so don't think too much."

"It's not that the emperor thought about it first." Lu Liang muttered slightly.

Long Yang didn't speak, stretched out his hand to hold her tighter.

How could he not think?

He is so old, he is about forty years old, and Weiwei is only in his twenties.

Moreover, this girl must not know how young and beautiful she is, and she is here to worry for nothing, worrying about her getting old and ugly, and he is the one to worry about.

A gust of wind blows, and Long Yang is afraid that Lu Liang will catch a cold, so he hugs her tighter, "Is it cold?"

Lu Liang smiled and shook his head, "It's not cold."

Long Yang kissed her on the forehead affectionately, and hugged her to Fengyi Palace.

The palace lantern on the roadside casts the overlapping figures of the two on the ground, lingering and tender.

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In the seventh day of the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he was meritorious in the battle in southern Xinjiang.

I was in a hurry to move out of the palace today, and people are still sorting out.

Looking at the big mansion, I stood blankly for a while on the seventh day of the month, feeling empty, as if a piece was missing, and the whole person was a little depressed.

Seeing the man holding the wine jar and heading towards the wine cellar, he stepped forward and lifted one from the man's hand.

The subordinates watched him fly up to the roof with some surprise.

On the roof, the seventh day of the new year is facing the direction of the palace, sitting on the ground.

It was late autumn and the night cold was heavy. He sat withered for a while, looked at the wine jar in front of him, and suddenly started to lift the mud seal.

The missing corner of his heart needs something to fill.

The taste of strong liquor in the throat is really not a good treat for people who can't drink.

He narrowed his eyes in an instant and choked with discomfort.

"Cough cough cough..."

The sound of coughing was a little lonely in the cold night.

He put down the wine jar and stroked the mouth of the jar with cold white fingers.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised the jar again and took a sip.

The crystal clear liquor slid down his delicate and beautiful chin and sank into the shirt.

General Pingxi's Mansion is next door to General Zhengnan's Mansion, and the two residences are separated by a wall.

Long Xuan knew that he had moved into the Zhengnan General's Mansion today on the seventh day of the day, so he came over to see if he had packed up.

Because there was only a wall, he turned over directly from the wall.

I didn't expect that when I came over, I smelled the smell of wine floating in the air.

Lin Qingyuan has been in strict control recently. He hasn't drunk for a long time. Now that he smells the smell of wine, the wine bug in his stomach immediately wakes up.

There is no need to find someone to ask where is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. After looking for the place where the alcohol is floating, he immediately saw the seventh day of the seventh lunar month sitting alone on the roof drinking.

"Good boy, don't call me for drinking!" Long Xuanzong was on the roof.

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ps: I wish you all a good Dragon Boat Festival, peace and joy, okay~

(End of this chapter)