Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1464, the seventh day of the first chapter, looked at her a little strangely

In order to divert his attention, Lu Liangwei turned to the seventh day who was sitting alone in the corner: "Xiao Qi, you haven't come back for so many years. The emperor misses you very much. He will talk about you several times in front of the palace every day. Sit in front. ."

Long Yang: "..."

He has been chanting, how come he has to chant a few times a day when he gets into her mouth?

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he looked at him, then shook his head and refused, "Thank you, Niang Niang, for your kindness. The minister can sit here."

Looking at the youth of the past, Long Yang felt emotional, and finally calmed down, and said mildly: "You and Yin'er sit together. You have not seen each other for many years, and I want to have a lot to say."

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he glanced at the table where the three brothers and sisters Long Yin were next to each other, and his expression was slightly paused.

Upon seeing this, Yaoyao rolled her eyes, got up quickly and quickly grabbed the position beside Long Yin, and then walked towards the seventh day of the day, and said apologetically: "Brother Xiaoqi, I have important things to do with the Prince. If things need to be discussed, please sit in my seat first."

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, she paused slightly and glanced at the location she was pointing to.

She sits at a table with the sisters Ji Er, if he wants to sit in her seat, he naturally has to sit with Ji Er.

Thinking of Jill's repulsive attitude outside the hall just now, he hesitated for a moment, curled his fingers slightly, let go, and finally walked towards Jill calmly.

When Yaoyao said that, Jill's body stiffened. At this time, seeing the seventh day of the month coming, her face became colder, but her tightly held hands under the table leaked. A trace of her tension.

Perceiving the man sitting down next to her, she immediately tensed her nerves. The man's smell was as clear as snow lotus, swayed in the air, and then entered her nose, she suddenly dizzy.

She didn't know if it was hot or for other reasons. She felt that her face was very hot, and she knew it must be red without looking.

She hung her head, somewhat afraid to look away.

The person who had been thinking about her for five years, now she came back, but she suddenly felt a little bit timid.

She resisted the thought of looking at him, and sat upright.

Soon, the banquet began, the palace people filed in with food, and then, the sound of silk and bamboo, dancers also danced in the middle of the venue, adding a festive celebration to this new year's eve.

"Tong'er, pour the wine." Jill suddenly ordered.

"Yes, princess." Tong'er, the personal maid, respectfully responded, holding the flask, and pouring her a glass.

Just as Jill was about to reach out, a big skinny hand cut the glass away first.

"What wine does the kid drink?" The seventh day of the seventh day frowned and looked at the girl beside her, her face full of disapproval.

I don't understand how she was so young that she learned to drink.

Jill was taken aback, and then stared at him a little angrily, "I want you to control? Who are you?"

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, his brows frowned more tightly, "In short, children are not allowed to drink." Then, he took the flask and wanted to pour the wine back.

At this time, a small jade-white hand quickly covered the jug, his voice was stubborn, with a hint of tenderness, "I want to drink."

Seeing the girl's stubborn appearance, Chu Qi Junxiu's eyebrows curled up, "Jill, obedient, it's not good for girls to drink." He lowered his voice to advise.

Jill curled his lips, intending to refute, but looked at his serious and serious face, his eyes rolled, and suddenly changed his words: "I can't drink, unless you drink this glass of wine."

The seventh day of the seventh day frowned and looked at her, squeezing the cup in his hand.

Jill said coquettishly: "Why, don't you dare to drink it? Are you afraid that I will poison it?"

The words are full of provocation.

The seventh day of the seventh lunar month looked at her strangely.

How did the obedient little girl from the past become so unreasonable now?

He never touched alcohol, the only time he drank, he was so drunk that he almost fell from the roof.

Since then, no matter how lonely, he has never touched wine again.

He stared at the liquor in the glass with hesitation.

(End of this chapter)