Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 139 Says Disrespectful Words

Long Yang's dark and unpredictable eyes looked at her, "Your brother has given me the prescription, but I think I should go out in person."

Lu Liangwei looked at him suspiciously.

She wrote the prescription very clearly, and even some items that need attention were listed carefully. Otherwise, isn't there Lin Yuanzheng? He doesn't need to make this trip at all.

"Is there anything wrong with the emperor?"

Long Martingale's knuckles with distinct knuckles lightly buckled the table, and the prescription had been given to Lin Yuanzheng. Lin Yuanzheng would arrange everything, and he didn't need to worry about it.

But when he met the beautiful black and white eyes of the girl, he paused and nodded, "Yeah."

Lu Liang asked slightly, "Is there anything the emperor doesn't understand?"

Long Yang was stunned and asked: "The prescription Lin Yuan has read it, but most of the medicinal materials in the prescriptions you listed are tonics. I don't understand, why do I need tonics?"

Lu Liang glanced at him slightly and said softly: "The emperor, say something disrespectful, what do you think of your body?"

This can be said to be very straightforward, and it doesn't save face.

Long Yang was taken aback, facing the girl's pure and innocent eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was silent for a while.

He naturally knew his own body.

He looked nothing on the outside, but in fact, he was nearly exhausted and the lamp was dead.

Lin Yuanzheng said before that his body may not survive the end of the year.

This time I went to Shengtuo Peak. After returning, he fell asleep all night. He felt that if it hadn't been suppressed by the medicine Lu Liangwei had given him earlier, he might have been poisoned.

Lu Liangwei seemed to be unaware of the emperor's strangeness, and continued: "The emperor's body looks good, but in reality it is just an empty shelf, weaker than the seven-year-old man."

These words were very heartbreaking, for a moment, Long Yangjun's expression on his face was a bit wonderful.

For a moment, he smiled and said, "Miss Lu Er, have you always spoken so directly?"

The smile at the corner of his mouth is a bit cold.

Lu Liangwei didn't notice it, and said unceremoniously: "The courtier is just telling the truth. If you don't care about your body, don't say that you will end up until the end of the year. You may not be able to survive this month." She said, she suddenly stretched out. When he shot, he placed his hand on the table naturally and carefully diagnosed his pulse.

The girl suddenly pressed her pulse with cool fingertips, and she felt a strange tingling feeling.

This was a feeling he had never experienced before.

At this moment, the haze that had risen in my heart because of her direct and unsparing words also disappeared suddenly.

He sat down on the chair and looked down at the serious and focused girl opposite, with complex emotions passing through the dark and deep eyes.

In a moment, Lu Liangwei had already withdrawn his hand.

She curled her eyebrows and glanced at him, "Your pulse is very weak, plus the tiredness of the past few days, and the body has been severely tired." Then, she stood up, "Sit down for a while, and the minister You boil some medicine."

Without waiting for Long Yang to speak, she ran out like a gust of wind.

Long Yang lowered his eyes and looked at his left hand lightly. It seemed that there was still the girl's remaining temperature on it.

Lu Tingchen walked in from outside holding the saucer.

Considering the visit of the emperor's microservices, it should not be promoted, so he had to put aside all the servants and went to boil water to make tea himself.

However, how is Wei Wei that girl up and down?

He shook his head, and after entering the house, he brought the tea to Long Martingale.

(End of this chapter)