Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 307 Long Yang picks her up in person

"Yes." Zhao Gan was frightened into a cold sweat, and quickly responded respectfully. When he was about to quit, he listened to the master again: "Forget it, I'm going to wait for her personally."

Zhao Qian was dumb.

The master also values ​​Miss Lu Er too much, right?

Personally go to the palace gate to greet him, and in the world, only Miss Lu Er has this honor.

Seeing that the master came out from the imperial case, he couldn't help but glance at his expression.

Last night, the master looked slumped and wrote such a sad sentence. He thought that from now on, the master would be helpless or stay away from Miss Lu Er. In the end, he thought too much.

Zhao Gan wiped his sweat.

At this time, Lu Liangwei was sitting in the carriage, thinking about what the old lady said to her before leaving.

"Suddenly inviting you into the palace is naturally unkind, but you don't have to be too nervous. They are harmful to you, and they don't dare to be blatant. They will not be so stupid and teach others. Their purpose is mainly I want to give you a chance to show you off and let you know that although you will be a queen in the future, their seniority is older than you, so you can weigh it carefully."

Thinking of this, Lu Liangwei's heart was warm, she was not worried at all, but her grandmother's heart was tight, but her heart was very warm.

But she did not like to enter the palace in this form.

Long Yang's group of young wives want to invite her future wife to dinner, what do they think and how funny.

Lu Liang couldn't help but laughed slightly.

Zhuyu, who was sitting next to her like an enemy, looked at her with wide eyes when he heard the words, "Miss, when is it, you can still laugh?"

Lu Liang smiled at the corners of his mouth, and glanced at her, "Then dare to ask Miss Zhuyu, if I don't laugh, do I want to cry?"

Zhuyu said angrily: "Slavery doesn't mean that. It's just that you, as a future queen, formally enter the palace for a banquet for the first time. You need to be cautious. Those women are not fuel-efficient lamps. Maybe a trap has been set up. Just waiting for you, Miss."

Lu Liang said amusedly: "You also said that they are not fuel-efficient lamps, so wherever they dare to set traps to harm me? Relax, it's not a big deal."

Zhuyu was discouraged, "Miss, can you not be that big? No matter what, we should also be careful, or think about it now, wait for the situation that will happen when entering the palace, and then we can deal with it."

Lu Liang shook his head slightly, too lazy to care about her, this girl was too nervous.

The carriage drove all the way, and stopped at the gate of the palace.

Lu Liangwei was just about to get up and get down. At this moment, Zhao Gan's voice came from outside the carriage, "Miss Lu Er, the master is coming up."

Lu Liang heard the words and squeezed the veil in his hand.

Long Martingale is here?

Zhuyu glanced at her own lady with a smile, then stood up cleverly and went out.

Lu Liang thought for a while, and just about to get up, the hanging curtain was lifted by a slender hand again.

Long Yang stooped and walked in.

Lu Liang looked at him in surprise with his pretty dark eyes.

It wasn't until he sat down beside him that she said in confusion, "Why are you here?"

Long Yang's eyes fell on her face, and a small smile crossed his eyes, "I'm waiting for you."

Lu Liang pursed her lips slightly, admitting that she was happy at this moment, and she said sincerely, "Thank you."

Long Yang was taken aback, lifted her chin, deep eyes, staring at her, "We need to be so polite?"

The close distance between the two, coupled with the narrow space, virtually encourages the breeding of ambiguity.

(End of this chapter)