Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 74 The minister is over

Seeing Zhao Gan's reaction with such excitement, Lu Liang was stunned for a while before reacting.

Long Martingale was the emperor. She suddenly asked to take the emperor's blood. Such a request fell in their ears, and it was simply disrespectful to the emperor.

What's more, taking blood requires cutting through the skin.

In normal times, in front of the emperor, except for his close guards and the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, no one was allowed to wear a sword, just in case anyone wanted to assassinate the emperor.

When she rashly proposed to take blood, Zhao Qian would react that way, and even the look in her eyes changed.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the emperor. She was relieved to see that he was not showing anger. She explained: "The courtier just wants to check through the blood to check what kind of poison you are in. The courtier can prescribe the right medicine. ."

Zhao Gan frowned when he heard the words, and felt that Miss Lu Er was indeed a little bit pampered and arrogant.

She clearly relied on the master's attitude towards her different from others, so she had no scruples.

Lin Yuan has been treating her master for so many years, and she hasn't made such an excessive request. She is a girl who dares to be so presumptuous.

He was about to scold her, but he saw his master without any anger at all.

"How much do you want?" Surprisingly, Long Marting's tone was particularly gentle.

"It doesn't need to be too much, probably such a cup is enough." Lu Liangwei picked up the small porcelain cup on the table and gestured.

Zhao Gan's eyes widened, how much blood would the master bleed for such a cup?

Just about to scold her, he heard the master's command: "Zhao Gan, take the dagger."

"Master..." Zhao Gan wanted to stop, but Long Yang glanced over, and when he reached his mouth, he swallowed back immediately, "Yes."

Soon, Zhao Gan presented a dagger to Long Martingale.

Long Yang took it, and saw Lu Liang Wei Chu there, his thin lips pressed, "Lu Liang Wei, just come here?"

Lu Liang took the cup slightly, and Yiyan stepped forward.

With the knife in his hand, Long Marting made a sharp cut in his palm.

"Master!" Zhao Gan exclaimed, his already pale face, even whiter.

Long Yang ignored him, and immediately there was bright red blood flowing out of the palm that was slashed by the knife.

Lu Liangwei quickly used the cup to catch the dripping blood.

She glanced at the emperor secretly, but unexpectedly crashed into his dark and deep eyes.

Those eyes were unpredictable, with a hint of scrutiny at this time.

She was startled and immediately lowered her eyes.

Thinking of him just calling by his first name and last name, he thought to himself, could he be angry?

In the past, he always called her Miss Lu Er...

When the blood was almost ready, she took out a bottle of powder from her purse and sprinkled it on his wound, then took a clean veil and tied it to his hand.

She did this series of movements very naturally and consistently.

Long Yang looked at the wrapped palm, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

"Unexpectedly, Miss Lu Er brought these things with her."

Lu Liangwei was packing up the medicine bottle. Hearing this, his pretty little face flashed annoyance, and he quickly grabbed Long Martingale's hand and untied the veil.

"The courtier has overstepped the rules, let the Lin Yuan bandage you."

The soft little hand suddenly covered the back of his hand, making Long Yang startled.

He cast his eyes down.

The girl's bright white slender fingers, resting on the back of his hand, looked strangely small.

He never knew that a woman's hand was so soft and small, he couldn't help but take another look.

But soon, he recovered, and gently avoided her movement.

(End of this chapter)