Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 294 She blew the lights, why did he come in?

Hearing this, Long Yang's hand paused slightly, and immediately afterwards, he continued to comment nonchalantly, as if he hadn't heard what Eleven had said to Zhao Gan.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, silently retracted his gaze and fell on the eleven.

Eleventh thought for a while, and said: "What the prince and Miss Lu Er said were far apart, and the subordinates did not hear them. However, the subordinates approached them as gardeners and heard Miss Lu Er teaching the prince. , The prince was very angry."

Zhao Qian was taken aback, "Teaching the prince?"

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he glanced at the man behind the imperial case, and saw that the man's comments had stopped.

The tone of Lu Liangwei who was speaking with Long Chi at the time was played again.

Zhao Gan's mouth twitched, "Miss Lu Er really said that?"

Nodded at eleven, "That's what I said, the prince was so angry that he looked pale, and he said, let the second lady not be proud, there will be times when she will cry in the future."

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, his gaze kept falling on his master. After hearing what Eleven had said, the corners of his mouth faintly curled up, and the eyebrows were even more cheerful.

There was a pause on the seventh day of the day, and my heart said, the master is really hypocritical!

Obviously, she was close to Miss Lu Er, but he had to pretend not to care. He was so happy to hear that Miss Lu Er taught the prince as an elder.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, he shook his head secretly, the master was really naive.

Zhao Gan frowned, "The prince is so inexperienced, how can you talk to Miss Lu Er like that? Miss Lu Er has the master's pain, how can she cry?"

Eleven glanced at him inexplicably.

He really dare to say!

Miss Lu Er was a few years younger than the prince. She was suddenly taught by her as an elder. It is strange that the prince would be convinced!

Only Zhao Qian would be blind.

Long Yang raised his head to look at Zhao Gan, "Tell the royal chef to make some delicious snacks."

Zhao Gan stunned, "Is the master hungry?"

Long Yang ignored him, lowered his head and continued to deal with the memorial in his hand.

Zhao Gan was stunned for a moment, and finally realized it, and said happily: "The master is going to see Miss Lu Er tonight?"

Long Yang was in a good mood and didn't care about his lack of rules, "Yeah."

Zhao Gan's white and fat face instantly turned into a flower with a smile, "The minion will go to the imperial kitchen and stare at them to do it. Make sure they make desserts that Miss Lu Er is satisfied with.

The corner of Long Yang's mouth twitched, and he said nothing.

Zhao Gan hurried to the Imperial Kitchen.

At night, Lu Liang had finished bathing early, and for fear that Long Marting would come again, he blew out all the candles in the house, lay down, and got ready to sleep.

She had fallen asleep so early, and the room was still dark, she didn't believe Long Martingale was embarrassed to come in.

And the day after tomorrow, she will go to Tianzhu Mountain with her grandmother, and she will not see him for a long time. Thinking about it, she feels relaxed.

She was lying on the couch, thinking about things, and slowly became sleepy. When she was about to fall asleep, the room suddenly lit up.

A slender figure walked in from the outside.

Seeing the figure getting closer, Lu Liang frowned slightly.

Why is he here again? She blew the lights, why did he come in?

"Since I haven't slept yet, get up, I'll bring you some snacks." The gentle and doting voice of the man came in from outside the account. At the end, he added another sentence, "It's a fresh flower pastry developed by Royal Kitchen, you I should like it, as well as golden siumai and chestnut cake."

Every time he heard him say a name for a snack, Lu Liangwei couldn't help swallowing, and didn't pretend to be asleep. He immediately sat up and opened the tent.

"It's not good to eat so late."

A smile flashed in Long Yang's deep eyes, "Well, it doesn't matter once in a while." After a pause, he asked, "Then eat some?"

Lu Liang twisted his fingers tightly around the tent, and couldn't refuse the temptation of food.

(End of this chapter)