Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 179 Don't sleep well, the master

The seventh day of the seventh lunar month stood quietly by the side, like a sculpture.

The room was quiet, only the paper **** that occasionally fell on the ground made a slight noise.

When there was a pile of paper **** on the ground, he raised his eyelids on the seventh day and looked at the man behind the table.

Today's master seems to be different, his face is still calm, but the impetuousness between his brows and eyes cannot be hidden.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, the eyes moved, and the master was so abnormal. Is it because of Miss Lu Er?

After thinking about it, he bent down to pick up a ball of paper on the ground and gently unfolded it.

Inside was a picture of a young girl lying prone on the table.

The person who painted this painting is very good at painting, and the person on the paper is like the real one.

His gaze was about to fall on the girl's face, suddenly, his hand was empty, and the man's sullen voice slowly sounded in the room.

"The seventh day!"

On the seventh day of the seventh day, he glanced at the snatched paper ball, pursed his lips, "Subordinates are here."

"I think you have been very idle these days, have you not continued to practice?"

"I..." I was interrupted as soon as he said a word on the seventh day. "I don't need you to guard here. Since you are so energetic, you will run around the palace wall ten times."

The seventh day of the seventh day: "..." He blinked innocently. The palace was so big, and he ran around the palace wall ten times. It was dawn and he didn't need to sleep.

"Yes." His dark eyes dropped, and he walked outside, thinking of something, and said without looking back, "Master, the Miss Lu Er you painted is really ugly." After all, without waiting for Long Marting’s reaction, he pulled his legs. Just run.

Didn't the master let him not sleep, then the master should not sleep well either.

In fact, the master's painting skills are very good, and Miss Lu Er is also painted vividly, but the master's heart is not at peace and always feels that she has not painted well.

Hearing that the painting is ugly, the master will definitely continue to paint. When he feels satisfied, the sky will probably also be bright.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he ran happily around the palace wall.

Long Yang rubbed his eyebrows, wondering if he had been too kind and gentle these days, and these people around him were actually more presumptuous than one.

With a calm face, he sat back on the chair again, using a pen to finely outline the people in the painting.

...

Two days later.

Long Yang's physical condition has stabilized. That night, he took out the detoxification pill given by Lu Liangwei and prepared to take it.

Lin Yuan was here early to wait.

He knew that the emperor was going to take the antidote today, and he was both excited and nervous. He couldn't wait to see the effect of this antidote pill.

Seeing that the master had taken out to understand the poison pill, Zhao Gan said with some worry: "Master, I don't know if there is any problem with this detoxification pill. If not, the slave will first try it with someone. After confirming it is correct, you will...

Long Yang glanced at him.

Zhao Gan swallowed, and stopped talking, daring not to say more.

But I couldn't help but worry.

Although it is impossible for Miss Lu Er to harm her master, after all, no one knows if there is any problem with the detoxification pill that Miss Lu Er refined.

In case the master eats badly...

Zhao Ganchou's brows were almost knotted.

But the master trusted Miss Lu Er too much, because he was sure that this medicine would not be a problem.

Not afraid of accidents, just in case...

When Zhao Gan was in a hurry and was unable to do anything, a figure next to him suddenly walked forward a few steps.

"Master, the subordinates feel that Manager Zhao's concerns are not unreasonable, you..."

Seeing the appearance of the seventh day, Zhao Qian was moved to tears.

This kid usually seems silent, but at the critical moment, he is the most reliable.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, I persuaded them together, and I believe the master should also relax.

However, he thought about it this way, and listened to Long Yang lightly saying: "It's already like that, and it won't get worse."

(End of this chapter)