Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 53: Did the Emperor deliberately

Zhao Gan was a little stunned when he heard the words, but only for a moment, he reacted.

Just about to step down the jade steps to pick up the ceramic bowl in Lu Liangwei's hand, he heard the master whisper: "Let Miss Lu Er bring it up."

Zhao Qian stopped immediately.

Lu Liangwei finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the emperor's words.

The bowl of noodles she cooked is not ordinary longevity noodles.

She added some medicinal materials to the noodle soup, which was quite beneficial to the emperor's hidden illness. At the very least, it could temporarily relieve his pain and control his illness.

Holding the noodle bowl steadily, she went up to the jade stage and presented the noodle bowl to the imperial table.

When he got closer, Lu Liangwei discovered that Long Marting's complexion was very pale, and there were even fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

It was still March weather, and the night was still a bit cold. The emperor's appearance was probably tortured by illness.

But he is obviously uncomfortable, but he still sits upright and majestic.

Lu Liangwei really admired him.

They are all sick like that and can maintain such a posture, which shows how strong his perseverance is.

At this time, Long Yang gave her a cool look.

Lu Liang was startled slightly, and immediately lowered his eyes.

Although the emperor only glanced at it faintly, she was inexplicably stressed.

Fortunately, the emperor's eyes quickly turned away.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and saw the emperor's eyes fall into the soup bowl on the table.

Long Yang stared at the soup bowl in front of him, and did not move for a long time.

What was in it was a bowl of ordinary longevity noodles with some scallions sprinkled on the surface, but this ordinary longevity noodles made him feel a lot more comfortable when he was not feeling well just now.

What exactly did Lu Liangwei put in it?

Seeing that he hadn't moved his chopsticks for a long time, Lu Liang thought of something and took a plate on his own initiative, picked some noodles from the bowl, and placed it in the plate.

Long Yang kept staring at her. At this moment, she saw that she had eaten all the noodles in the plate. He didn't understand the purpose of her action. The next moment, the girl's voice said softly, "My lord, this noodle is not poisonous. I tried it, you can eat it with confidence."

Hearing this, Long Yang was slightly surprised.

It turned out that this girl thought she was worried about the poison in the noodles and refused to eat it, so she ate it before her interview.

A smile slid across Long Yang's deep and unpredictable eyes, "Second Miss is interested." After that, he naturally took the chopsticks from her hand.

When Zhao Gan saw this, he was about to stop, but saw that the master was already eating.

For a moment, Zhao Qian's expression was very strange, he looked at Lu Liangwei, then at the master, a trace of entanglement appeared on his face.

The master has always had a very heavy habit of cleanliness, but today he uses the chopsticks that Miss Lu Er used...

He swallowed and his face became more tangled.

Only then did Lu Liangwei react with hindsight, his beautiful eyes widened, a little shocked, and a little puzzled.

Those chopsticks got her saliva...

There was a roar in her heart.

Did the emperor know it, or did it deliberately?

Lu Liangwei really couldn't guess what the emperor was thinking, so his eyes fell on his face.

Under the light, the pale complexion was originally a little rosy, not knowing whether it was because of eating the noodles, or because of the heat of the noodle soup.

Excluding Long Martingale's unique dignity and majesty, he looks really good-looking.

The forehead is smooth and full, the sword eyebrows fly into the temples, the narrow and long phoenix eyes look deep and unpredictable, the tall nose bridge, the thin and **** lips...

The facial features are superbly beautiful and flawless, as if cut with a knife.

His eyebrows are engraved with the unique charm and elegance of a mature man, which are not comparable to those of modern small flesh.

(End of this chapter)