Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 919 raised her nose and eyes

Although she said so, she didn't know anything in her heart.

Wanyan Luosang is Zhier's respected aunt, even if Wanyan Luosang instigated him, he would not confess her anyway.

Lu Liangwei understood her concerns and said lightly: "Emperor Sister, don't push him too much. After all, Zhier is still young, just do his best."

Long Qingzhi sighed. One was his son and the other was his close brother. She was caught in the middle, really embarrassed.

If Zhi'er was instigated by Wanyan Luosang and killed Adi, how will she face him in the future, and how will she gain a foothold in Dashang in the future?

Originally, Zhier had half of the Danjue lineage, and his identity was inherently sensitive. In the future, if he wanted to establish a foothold in Dashang, he had to rely on his brother. Without him, this great businessman would never have a foothold for their mother and son.

"Adi, is he okay?" Long Qingzhi asked with concern, cheering up.

"He just lost some of his memories, the others are fine." Lu Liang said slightly.

"That's good." Long Qingzhi was relieved now.

Lu Liangwei talked to her for a while, and then went back.

After tossing for a day, she was also a little tired.

She touched her protruding belly, feeling a little sad inexplicably.

Although the emperor is now holding her nose and eyes straight to her, he has never forgotten her.

Thinking like this, she wanted to start again.

She should be thankful that the emperor's body is fine, as long as his body is fine, nothing else will be a problem.

at night.

Long Yang returned to Longqian Palace to sleep.

Looking at the furnishings in the sleeping hall, I felt strange.

This is the hall where he has slept for more than ten years. Why does it make him feel cold and uncomfortable as soon as he steps in?

Zhao Gan silently stood aside, and stopped talking.

Since his own son's wedding, he has basically stayed in Fengyi Palace, and has rarely returned here on weekdays.

But today, the master returned here to go to bed. I wonder if the queen empress would think too much?

Thinking that the empress might be waiting for the master to pass by at this time, he felt a little unbearable.

The empress is still pregnant.

Thinking of this, he plucked up the courage and said, "Master, the minion sends someone to Fengyi Palace to inform the empress?"

Long Yang suppressed the discomfort in his heart and sat down by the bed. Hearing the words, he glanced at him, and asked casually: "What to tell her?"

Zhao Gan thought about it, and said carefully: "Since the wedding, the master has stayed in Fengyi Palace. You suddenly won't be there tonight, and the servant is worried that the empress will think too much."

Long Yang was startled, frowning, "I have been staying in Fengyi Palace?"

"Yes." When Zhao Gan saw that he was not angry, he was relieved, but he couldn't figure out his thoughts.

"How long have I not returned to Longqian Palace?" Long Marting asked with a frown in silence for a moment.

Zhao Gan thought for a while and replied: "It's been about half a year."

Long Yang was stunned.

He hasn't come back here for so long to go to bed?

What kind of ecstasy soup did Lu Liangwei pour him?

He really couldn't believe that he should be so attached to a woman, and the other party is just a sucker movie.

What demon is he?

He looked a little unhappy.

He used to hate those faint monarchs who were addicted to female **** the most, but he didn't want to become that kind of person one day.

His brows were frowned tightly, and there was a terrible rage in his brows.

Perceiving the terrifying aura on his master, Zhao Gan's scalp was tight in fright, and he stepped back calmly.

(End of this chapter)