Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 52: The Anomaly of Long Martingale

No one noticed that Long Marting's knuckles holding the cup at this time were white, and his jade-like forehead was also exuding fine sweat.

He glanced at the girl standing in the hall, her voice low and majestic, "If so, just present it."

Lu Liangwei also knew about Long Yang's strangeness, except that Zhao Qian had noticed it.

According to the original book, at the birthday banquet, the emperor had a seizure, fainted on the spot, and caused a lot of waves.

Even from the ruling and the opposition, there was news that the emperor was critically ill.

Because of this news, those courtiers who were still waiting to see and were not in a hurry to stand in line, also stood in line and supported Long Chi.

After hearing the news, Long Martingale's condition deteriorated rapidly, and soon he died...

Thinking of this, she said quickly: "Please also ask the emperor to give the courtier a quarter of an hour, and the courtier will go down and prepare."

Long Yang stared at her with unpredictable eyes, his expression seemed impatient, "Well, go."

Lu Liang breathed a sigh of relief, and when he exited Qionglu Hall, he saw the suspiciousness in Zheng's eyes too late to put it away.

Lu Liangwei ignored her, but when he saw Lu Hetian and Lu Tingchen's worried glances, he nodded at them as a sign of comfort.

After leaving Qionglu Hall, she found a maid to lead the way, and quickly walked to the Imperial Dining Room.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Liang turned back slightly, with a ceramic soup bowl in his hand.

Everyone saw her, and they cast a side look at her.

Didn't this Miss Lu Er make a bowl of soup as the emperor's birthday gift?

Thinking of this possibility, everyone secretly laughed, saying that Miss Lu Er is really not a smart person.

Which dish the emperor used on weekdays was not a delicacy, and the emperor would have a rare bowl of soup?

While everyone contemptuously disdain, they were secretly waiting to watch the excitement.

Long Chi faintly retracted his gaze and said in his heart, fortunately, he dumped the strawbag girl in time. If he really marries her, he might become everyone's joke.

Lu Yunshuang's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes filled with contempt.

That is to say, Lu Liangwei, an idiot who can't be on the table, would think of giving the emperor's food as a birthday gift!

When Zheng saw what Lu Liangwei was holding, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, when she saw her speaking with the emperor, she had a certain tone, and she thought that this straw bag girl had prepared some extraordinary birthday gifts for the emperor.

In the end, she looked at her high, what good way could Lu Liangwei, a little bitch, think of?

Everyone in the hall held the thought of watching the excitement or gloating, but Lu Hetian and Lu Tingchen were worried.

The father and son looked at each other and said in their hearts that if the emperor was a little upset for a while, they immediately pleaded with the emperor. Looking at the palace, the emperor should not be too embarrassed.

Lu Liangwei didn't care what others thought of herself. She took a steady step and stopped not far from the emperor's seat.

He raised his head and said respectfully: "The emperor, this is the longevity noodles given to you by the courtiers. This birthday gift is really crude. Please don't dislike the emperor."

Hearing this, Zhao Gan glanced at her hand, and then secretly shook his head, this Miss Lu Er, what on earth did she think, how could she dare to show up even though she knew how crude?

Long Yang glanced at Lu Liangwei lightly. Just as he was about to say something, Lu Liangwei suddenly lifted the lid of the soup bowl and took two more steps forward.

In a moment, a smell mixed with medicinal fragrance floated into the nose.

Long Yang was stunned, and for a moment, the pain in his body was miraculously relieved.

If I wanted to refuse, I immediately changed it to, "Submit."

(End of this chapter)