Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 211 Am I very old?

The eyes of the old lady became brighter as he spoke, "This is a good idea. When the grandfather and the son come back, you can invite them over. I have to discuss it with them."

Lu Liangwei, who was refining the fake death medicine in Weixi Garden, sneezed inexplicably.

Zhuyu immediately took a cloak forward nervously, "Miss, have you caught a cold? Put it on."

Lu Liang shook his head slightly and refused, "No, no, I'm not cold."

Zhuyu didn't listen to her, and put the cloak in her hand on her shoulder.

Lu Liangwei had to go with her, but when he saw the color of the cloak, he was taken aback.

Isn't this Long Martingale's cloak?

When he came last night, she forgot to return it to him.

She thought for a while, pulled off the cloak and handed it to Zhuyu, "You don't need this cloak, let's put it away first."

Zhu Yu stretched out his hand to take it, and then saw the style of the cloak clearly, and he was a little surprised, "How come this cloak is a male model?"

Lu Liang said calmly and calmly: "It's my brother's."

"Oh." Zhuyu didn't doubt it had it, and went down holding the cloak, and then took another one back.

...

Royal palace.

Long Yang was reviewing the memorial in the imperial study, and at this moment, Zhao Qian walked in with a weird expression.

"Master, Lu Shizi said, Miss Lu Er asked him to return this."

Long Yang's remarks stopped, and he looked up at him.

When he saw the cloak in his hand, his brows frowned.

Zhao Gan didn't notice the strangeness of his master, and said strangely: "When did Miss Lu Er wear this cloak, why did I not know at all?"

As he said, he shook his cloak.

"Snapped!"

An object fell from inside to the ground.

Zhao Qian leaned over and picked it up. Just about to look at it, his hands were empty, and Long Yang had been taught to take it.

Zhao Qian looked at his face, a little uneasy, "Master?"

Long Yang took the dagger into his arms for a long while before he said, "Is I very old?"

What?

Zhao Qian thought he had heard it wrong.

It took a long time before I realized it, and looked at the handsome and innocent face of his master in surprise.

Where did the master get old, why did he suddenly ask such a thing?

Moreover, the tone was a little arrogant.

Zhao Qian was shocked.

Long Yang glanced over, he immediately shook his head, and if he was flattering, don't fall out like money, "How can the master be old? The master is young and promising, handsome, vigorous and graceful, Yushu is in the breeze..."

When he comes back to his senses, there is no such thing as the master in the study.

Zhao Gan wondered, why didn't the master wait for him to finish speaking?

Long Yang went to the Imperial Garden alone.

The weather today is very good, in the imperial garden, a hundred flowers blossom and colorful butterflies fly.

He walked to the rockery and looked into the distance.

However, this quietness did not last long.

With a happy voice sounded, Long Marting's loose thoughts were pulled back.

"The concubine please greet the emperor."

Long Yang looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a woman in palace costume standing under the artificial hill.

The visitor was Concubine Hui. She was bored in her palace, so she went for a walk in the imperial garden, but she did not expect that she would meet the emperor.

She raised her beautiful eyes slightly, looking at the emperor standing on the rockery with some shame.

Although she tried her best to hide, the love in her beautiful eyes could not be concealed at all.

Long Yang paused, "No gift."

Concubine Hui straightened up, after thinking about it, she boldly went to the rockery.

Seeing that the emperor did not reject her approach, she felt a secret joy in her heart.

"The emperor..." Seeing that the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, the smile at the corner of her mouth spread.

(End of this chapter)