Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 580

When Long Chi brought Lu Yunshuang over to ask for peace, he happened to see this scene.

The man is tall and the girl looks very petite.

At this moment, the beautiful girl in Qingcheng was leaning on the man, and with that unscrupulous look, Long Chi suddenly felt a bit sting in his eyes.

Why is Lu Liangwei still so dependent on the emperor at this moment?

Doesn't she know that the emperor's uncle's life is coming soon?

Even the bridal chamber last time was probably humiliated.

Does Lu Liangwei really mind at all?

Or, she actually regretted it in her heart, but for the sake of face, she didn't dare to disclose anything, for fear of damaging her dignity and face as a queen?

After a while, Concubine De, Concubine Shu, Concubine Hui also came over.

It just happened to see the emperor gently and considerately wipe the sweat of his little queen.

It was a very warm picture, but it really hurt the eyes of a few people.

I knew that the emperor treated this little queen differently, but he never expected that he would indulge in this way.

The three silver teeth bite secretly, almost vomiting blood with jealousy.

Even Lu Yunshuang looked very jealous.

If she hadn't known that the emperor had not much time to live, she would have gone crazy with jealousy.

Who is the emperor?

Nine-Five Supreme, the palm of the world, is the most noble man in the world.

But in front of everyone, he did not evade the sweat of Lu Liang, how could he not make people jealous and jealous?

Even when the prince loved her most, he never had such considerate care.

Zhao Gan had seen everyone coming, but he did not immediately report to Long Martingale and Lu Liangwei.

When the two of them were almost tired and crooked, he said with a throat: "Master, empress, prince and prince, concubine, they are here."

Lu Liang heard the words and looked through Long Martingale's arms. Seeing that Concubine De and other people were also here, they straightened up quickly.

In private, she and Long Martingale can do anything, but in front of people, she still has to look like a queen, otherwise it will be difficult for Long Martingale.

But she didn't know that her taboo behavior, in Long Marting's eyes, was caring for the prince.

He frowned, turned around, and gave Long Chi an unhappy look.

"Are all here?"

Long Chi and Lu Yunshuang hurriedly stepped forward to greet the two of them.

Immediately afterwards, the third concubine headed by Concubine De, also stepped forward to greet the two of them.

"Get up all." Long Yang said lightly, then took Lu Liangwei's little hand and walked towards the dining hall.

"I and the queen have not eaten breakfast yet, you are here for a while."

Looking at the emperor walking far away, Long Chi and others felt a little uncomfortable.

They haven't eaten yet, since they don't need to serve them, why not let them go back?

But the emperor just asked them to wait here.

The people were dissatisfied, but they were helpless.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he picked up the racket set aside and looked at it, and then squeezed the badminton into his palm. Thinking of the scene of the host and the queen fighting just now, I couldn't help but feel a little eager to try.

It happened that the first day of the year was carrying his big knife and shook it boredly from a distance.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, the eyes were bright, and he suddenly threw the badminton into the air, and then the racket in his hand followed closely.

Hearing the movement on the first day of the new year, he subconsciously raised his broadsword to block, but the seventh day of the seventh day had a deep internal force, and the ball shot with full strength was as fast as lightning. When he was about to block, the ball had already hit his forehead.

"Boom!"

A big bag swelled up on his forehead in the first year of the junior high school.

He touched it, and yelled in pain, "You **** on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, even your grandfather on the first day of the seventh lunar month dare to beat you, and see if I won't beat you." After saying that, he carried his big sword angrily and rushed towards the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. Go up.

(End of this chapter)