Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 410, Miss Lu Er, came from me

The seventh day is not Zhao Qian.

If Zhao Qian saw this situation, he would have to make up for it.

The seventh day is just a little confused.

"Divert to Xiangyang City." Long Yang's stern voice suddenly came.

On the first day of the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he immediately went forward, "Master, why is this?"

Xiangyang City is not the only place to enter Beijing, and Xiangyang is the fief of Xiangyang King Longxiao.

When the king of Xiangyang was a child, he liked to follow his master very much, but later left the emperor to go to the fief, Xiangyang, and didn't go back often.

Moreover, the king of Xiangyang was very dissatisfied with the master's appointment of Long Chi as the prince.

At this moment, Qingqi simply enters the city of Xiangyang. If there is something unusual about King Xiangyang, the master will be very passive.

Long Yang knew what he was worrying about, and a smile flashed in his eyes, "The eleventh brother is not that stupid. Moreover, when he was a child, the emperor took care of him for a period of time. He has always respected the emperor, he will not be at this time. Hands-on."

Hearing this on the seventh day, he stopped persuading.

The master has his own measures and will not do things that are uncertain.

On the seventh day of the day, he had to pass on his meaning.

Long Qingzhi was very happy when he heard that he was going to Xiangyang City.

Thinking of the things in my childhood, I was very sad, "When I got married, Eleven was still a kid, crying all the time, and told me not to marry Dan Jue. In a blink of an eye, I haven’t seen him for 20 years. He must marry a wife and have children?"

Long Yang smiled at the corner of his mouth, "That elder sister guessed wrong, the eleventh brother is proud and has never married a wife yet."

Hearing this, Long Qingzhi suddenly looked at him and said: "Then you, you are five years older than eleven, why are you only married now?"

Long Yang glanced at her, knowing that she had doubts in her heart, and didn't intend to explain, "Just Tao, maybe fate has not arrived."

"Then fate has arrived now?" Long Qingzhi asked, raising his eyebrows.

The corner of Long Yang's mouth raised, "Well, fate is here."

Looking at his happy eyebrows, Long Qingzhi couldn't help but teased: "I really didn't expect you to be that kind of person."

Long Yang turned his head and glanced at her, "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Old cows eat tender grass." Long Qingzhi couldn't help but laugh.

My brother is thirty this year, Miss Lu Er is only fifteen, the difference between the two is a full fifteen years old.

A girl who is only fifteen years old can be his daughter. That's so immature, because Adi can actually get a mouthful.

Long Yang coughed slightly, and Jun's face was slightly red, a little embarrassed, "It's not what you think..."

In fact, he did not expect that one day, he would watch such a little girl film.

But when he saw that girl, he was very happy. Every time he saw her, he felt happy and satisfied. It made him happier than when he ascended to the throne of God.

Long Qingzhi rarely saw him in embarrassment, and while gently patting his son in his arms, he continued to make fun of him, "It's not what I thought, what is it? It's impossible for the little girl to marry you? "

Adi's temperament has been different since he was young. At that time, he was still very young, but he was very creative.

Now that he has been on the throne for more than ten years, his majesty is even thicker and he can't be provoked.

Sometimes looking at such a younger brother, she can't help but feel a sense of awe in her heart.

Only then did she dare to take the opportunity to make fun of him.

"Then you are wrong, Miss Lu Er, it was I who sought it out." Long Yang's tone was a bit solemn, and no one could question it.

(End of this chapter)