Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 317 The Emperor's Faintly Doting Stance

Seeing the girl's expression becoming serious for an instant, Long Yang's heart was originally uncomfortable, and suddenly disappeared. His cold and frightening eyebrows were dyed with a soft touch, "No, I remember."

Lu Liang frowned slightly, and said with a stern face: "Remember what? I don't think you take it seriously." If you weren't worried about the presence of outsiders, she would definitely explain it to him.

Although the poison in his body has been removed, his body is still in the conditioning stage. He has to drink Chinese medicine every day. How can he drink tea?

Does he have no points in his heart, how can he be so headstrong?

Lu Liang was slightly angry.

Seeing her angry, Long Yang's voice lowered, "I really didn't forget..." After a pause, he promised: "I will definitely not drink anymore."

The man's similar tone of humor made everyone present in shock.

What surprised them even more was that Lu Liangwei had the courage to speak to the emperor in that tone!

But the emperor didn't mean to be angry and condemned, but gentleness was rare.

This aspect of the emperor is something no one has ever seen.

For a while, everyone was shocked. How could Lu Liangwei He De make the emperor treat her so kindly?

The emperor's faintly pampering posture made everyone feel uncomfortable, and they couldn't help but secretly examine Lu Liangwei.

It's really ironic to say that a woman who was abandoned by the prince as a concealed woman is now so valued by the emperor. I don't know what the prince is like now.

Everyone couldn't help but quietly looked at Long Chi.

At this time, the joy on Long Chi's face had already faded, and a raging wave surged in his heart.

He didn't miss the gentleness of the uncle Huang just now.

People like the emperor have some gentle moments...

No one knows better than him. As the prince, he meets with the emperor every day.

The emperor's uncle has always given him a tremendous and majestic sense of oppression. In fact, when he meets the emperor every day, he is under great pressure.

Obviously he is a dying person, but the aura on his body has not diminished at all.

The emperor's uncle has been on the throne for more than ten years, and he is majestic and heavy.

But such an unfathomable and intimidating emperor's uncle, when facing Lu Liangwei, was so gentle, like a lion walking in the jungle, temporarily restraining all his dangerous edges.

Lu Liangwei did not notice the strange gaze of others looking at her. After Long Marting had said her promise, he immediately turned to look at Zhao Gan, "Manager Zhao, you can hear it. You must watch it later. If he does that again, you Be sure to tell me."

Zhao Gan sweated, not knowing how to answer.

Because my master really likes to drink tea, he has to drink it every day, and it is a bit embarrassing for him to stop drinking it suddenly.

Long Yang glanced at him, "I didn't hear what Miss Lu Er said?"

Zhao Gan grinned bitterly, and immediately responded, "The slave knows, Miss Lu Er can rest assured, if it is the master, the master..." Even if the master drank it, he didn't have the guts to tell Miss Lu Er.

He secretly slandered, since the master can't do it, what guarantee he can make, isn't this embarrassing him?

Lu Liangwei knew that he was embarrassed, so he didn't say anything. The main thing was that the emperor should realize it himself. He was the emperor, and who would dare to stop him.

He said so now, just to give her a face.

Thinking about it, she gave him a frustrated look.

Long Yang noticed it and touched her head helplessly, "You have no joking, I can do what I say."

(End of this chapter)