Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 579, give him the weight of the body

Wu Hongming nodded, "Well, you have to be careful yourself."

"I know." Ling Lihua answered, thinking of something, just about to open her mouth to ask, but saw Youyou ran in in a panic, "Aunt Lin, Lord Zhenguo passed out."

Ling Lihua was unmoved, "When you faint, you faint, not dead."

Youyou: "..."

Although he is not sure about the grudge between Aunt Lin and Duke Zhenguo, he also knows that they used to be husband and wife. Thinking of Duke Zhenguo who had just fallen down and was covered in blood, he couldn't help but become anxious, "Although there is still another one. The tone is still there, but if the treatment is not timely, I am worried...By then the Queen’s sister will be very sad and sad, and Lu Shizi will also be sad."

Ling Lihua hesitated after hearing this.

Although she could not wait for Lu Hetian to die immediately, Weiwei is different from Achen. The two brothers and sisters love Lu Hetian's father so much. If Lu Hetian had lost his life in this way, the two brothers and sisters would not blame her.

Thinking, she sighed, and finally hurried to the drugstore.

Seeing this, Youyou secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.

Wu Hongming stood in the yard, looking at the baggage in his hand, knowing that he would not be able to leave now.

He smiled bitterly, and silently took out the clothes from his bag and returned to the original place.

Royal palace.

After Long Marting descended, he first went back to Longqian Palace and changed into normal clothes before going to Fengyi Palace.

When he was there, Lu Liangwei was playing badminton with the 9th day.

Looking at the girl running lightly in the middle of the field, his deep and unfathomable eyes flashed a petting smile.

The thing in this girl's hand is the racket? The thing being photographed in the air is a badminton made of duck feathers?

He had heard about the eleven who was sent to secretly protect Lu Liangwei, but he hadn't seen it personally.

At this moment, looking at the neatly dressed girl, holding a shot ball, running lightly, his eyes were full of doting, and he couldn't help but stop and watch for a while.

After a while, he walked over towards the ninth day of the month.

Seeing him on the ninth day of the ninth day, he quickly handed over the racket in his hand respectfully.

Long Yang took it.

Seeing a white badminton flying over, he glanced at the racket in his hand, then raised his hand and patted it, and the ball was hit back.

Lu Liangwei was catching the ball, but he didn't notice the substitution anymore, he was still playing very happy.

However, after a few **** came down, she immediately noticed something was wrong.

How did she play faster and faster in the ninth day, and every time she played higher and farther than before, it made her run and beat constantly in order to catch the badminton.

Panting for breath, she looked to the other side, and sure enough, the place where Chu Jiu was standing had already changed.

When she saw that the person fighting with her was actually Long Martingale, she was quite surprised, "The emperor, why are you?"

Long Yang shook the racket in his hand and asked with a smile, "Do you want to continue playing?"

Lu Liangwei approached with the racket, waved his hand, panting and saying, "I won't come, fight with the emperor, so tired."

After exercising, she blushed all over, and when she spoke, she was a little panting, which made her already soft voice feel a little more squeamish.

Long Yang looked at her with a smile, stepped forward, supported her with one hand, let her put the weight of her body on her body, took the sweat towel from Zhuyu's hand with the other hand, and gently wiped her forehead. Sweat.

"Since I'm tired, I will rest for a while before going to breakfast."

Lu Liang was not polite, leaning on him, giving him all the weight of his body.

(End of this chapter)