Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1095 Losing Her Fear

Seeing him holding his son, his eyes were fixed on the daughter in her arms. The expression on his face was not good or bad, but Lu Liangwei always felt that he was on his mind.

"What are you looking at Yaoyao for? Be careful to frighten her." For a moment, she hugged her daughter tighter, and said something irritably.

Long Yang came back to his senses, and saw her holding his daughter in his arms like a cub guarding, he suddenly laughed.

"Why do you look like this? She is my daughter, so I can't even look at it twice?"

Lu Liang curled his lips slightly, "Did you look at it just now, clearly staring."

Long Yang: "..."

It seems that with children, his status in Weiwei's heart has plummeted, and he can no longer be the same.

Hearing the cry of the little princess, the nurse had already waited outside the door. After waiting for a while, she didn't see the emperor and the empress calling them, so she courageously walked in.

"You are here just right, take the prince and princess to sleep next door." Long Marting saw them coming in, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes." Madam Wang came over and took the little prince from him.

Niang Chen took the little princess away from Lu Liang's arms.

The two saluted, and then retired.

When the child was taken away, Lu Liangwei felt a little empty.

Without the child in the way, Long Yang could finally monopolize Lu Liangwei.

He held the person in his arms, rubbed her handsome nose against her neck.

Being interrupted by him like this, Lu Liangwei felt better in her heart. She was a little itchy, and hurriedly pushed his head away, "Itching..." paused, "I haven't taken a bath for many days, and the emperor didn't smell it. Smelly?"

She has just given birth and is not suitable for bathing, but it is summer and she is prone to sweating. She has to change several dresses every day. Although she wipes her body with hot water, she is not as clean as a bath, and her hair has not been washed.

Long Yang didn't care at all, "No taste, even if there is, it is also a fragrance."

Lu Liang rolled his eyes slightly at him, "It's just a smell."

"It's not a bad smell." Long Yang said, getting closer to her.

When Lu Liangwei realized what he was going to do, he was taken aback, and quickly said: "I'm still in confinement, and the lochia is not exhausted, the emperor can't...well!"

The next moment, she was speechless.

Long Yang grabbed her sweetness hard, as if only this way could heal the gap in his heart and the fear of losing her in those few days.

Lu Liang sensed his mood, so he didn't refuse, and let him kiss for a long time.

After a while, he left her lips and lay his head on her thin shoulders.

Lu Liang calmed down for a while, seeing him like this, feeling a little strange in his heart.

The emperor looks a little fragile...

The word fragility is not suitable for the emperor.

He is so strong, he is calm and stable at all times, and he can keep his face unchanged.

But at this moment, Lu Liangwei truly felt that the emperor was very fragile.

Thinking that it was her departure in those few days that scared him, she felt very distressed and stretched out her hand to embrace him.

After a while, Long Marting raised his head and said apologetically: "I may be too tired, do you feel painful?"

Lu Liang shook his head slightly, "No. Now that you are tired, go and freshen up and go to sleep."

"Good." Long Yang got up and went to the clean room.

Lu Liang stared at his tall back slightly, and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

No matter how strong the emperor is on weekdays, he is actually just a flesh and blood body.

(End of this chapter)