Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 921 The master is really a devil

After listening to the words on the seventh day of the seventh day, Lu Liangweiyun nodded lightly, "Okay, I see."

Hearing this, the seventh day of the month glanced at her, a little hesitant.

Lu Liangwei saw his thoughts, smiled, and calmly said: "You and Manager Zhao are interested, but I'm fine. It's not early, you go home."

The current situation of the emperor, even if it is not here, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to inform her.

Coming over on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month must have meant Mr. Zhao.

Hearing that, the seventh day of the seventh lunar month did not speak any more, left and returned to Longqian Palace.

Zhuyu looked at Lu Liangwei's complexion and felt a little worried, but she didn't show it on the face. She only persuaded, "Miss, it's late at night, so go to bed earlier."

"Okay." Lu Liang looked at the night outside, and sighed inaudibly.

On the seventh day of the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, I just returned to Longqian Palace and had not yet spoken to Zhao Gan. Suddenly the master’s voice came from the sleeping hall, "On the seventh day of the lunar day, what snack did you buy?"

On the first day of the seventh day of the seventh day of the year, I was confused, "Subordinate..."

After only two words were spoken, Zhao Gan covered his mouth, "Master, Xiao Qi bought stinky tofu, and ate it on the way back." It was terrifying. The master was so late and didn't even sleep. , He made a sudden noise, but almost stopped his heart.

Seventh day: "..."

The sound in the room fell silent again.

Zhao Gan was about to breathe a sigh of relief. At this moment, the bedroom door was suddenly opened, and their noble, majestic and intimidating master slowly walked out of it.

The two didn't expect him to come out, and they were stunned there, Zhao Qian even covered his mouth on the seventh day.

"What are you doing?" Long Yang glanced over the two faintly.

Zhao Qian was so frightened that he immediately let go of his hand, his eyes flickering, desperately thinking about countermeasures.

Long Yang looked towards the seventh day of the month, "Did you eat stinky tofu?"

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, ignoring Zhao Qian who winked at him frantically, he paused and shook his head, "No."

Admitting in front of the master to eat stinky tofu is a long life. The master hates that kind of food the most.

Now the master has lost his memory, and the queen can't help him.

Zhao Gan was dumbfounded when he saw that he denied it without hesitation.

Long Yang glanced at him with a smile, "Zhao Gan, you are so brave, you dare to fool you."

Zhao Gan thumped and knelt down, his head drooping, "The master calms down, slaves, slaves..."

Long Yang didn't listen to his excuses, "On the seventh day, since Zhao Gan wants to eat stinky tofu so much, let him eat enough." After the order, he returned to the sleeping hall.

Zhao Qian: "..."

On the seventh day of the seventh day, he gave him a sympathetic look.

Knowing that the master was in a bad mood, he even wanted to hit him.

But he is also helpless.

Not long after, stinky tofu was bought back.

Looking at the pile of stinky tofu in front of him, Zhao Gan almost vomited it out.

The master doesn't need to be so serious, right?

On the seventh day of the day, he said while eating: "The rest is yours. The master asked me to stare at you and finish eating."

Zhao Gan gritted his teeth and felt deeply that this stinky boy was avenging his personal revenge.

Does he need to buy so many stinky tofu back?

How long does he have to eat before he can finish it?

The master is really a devil. He can't sleep. He has a knitting relationship with him. Why do you want to take him out?

Zhao Qian wanted to cry without tears.

"Xiao Qi, you just took my money, but you can't help it. Don't you like to eat stinky tofu the most? Let you eat these."

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he pushed aside his face, raised the empty paper bag in the collection, and said indifferently, "I have eaten two bags for you. I can't eat it anymore."

Zhao Qian: "..."

(End of this chapter)