Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 945 She should be generous for him

He stood for a long time before returning to the post house.

On the other side, after Wanyan Luosang got into the carriage, he unceremoniously looked at Lu Liangwei.

Lu Liang glanced at her slightly, saw her hostility in his eyes, didn't take it seriously, and broke the silence, "Princess Lausanne, can you still adapt to this time in Dashang?"

Wanyan Luosang withdrew his gaze when he heard the words, and the corners of his mouth were torn off, "Thanks to the blessing of the empress, I am quite comfortable."

Hearing the words, Lu Liang nodded, and said nothing.

Wanyan Luosang frowned and glanced at her, a little tired of her pretending to be deep.

She is obviously about the same age as her own, so why can she be so pampered by His Majesty the Dashang Emperor, and even forget her, can she care about her so much?

Is it because of her beauty?

Thinking of this, Wanyan Luosang couldn't help touching her face, but she believed that she was not bad.

In terms of beauty, she doesn't feel that she has lost to her.

"Empress, mother of a harem, you are alone, don't you feel lonely?" She squinted her eyes, unable to restrain herself, and opened her mouth with a choking tone and strong hostility.

If it were not for Lu Liangwei, she would not believe that the emperor would not like her.

She also has many suitors in Danjue, but her eyes are above the top, no one looks down on it.

After coming to Dashang, it was like opening the door to a new world, giving her a lot of ideas and insights.

It turns out that men can also look so good-looking, but they are not feminine at all. Instead, they are full of the majestic breath of men, constantly attracting her.

Among them, the emperor of Shang Dynasty was the most serious.

He was the best man she had seen in her life.

She is Princess Danjue, and she should match that man.

But the man she liked had other women in her heart.

This makes her very uncomfortable.

It's like an item that I have finally taken a fancy to, but it was listed first by others.

This made her obsessed with it, but she couldn't help resenting it.

If she had met earlier, then the emperor would definitely belong to her.

Hearing what she said, Lu Liang's gaze fell on her slightly, and he felt amused in his heart. He couldn't think that Luosang was so uncomfortable!

"Why does Princess Lausanne feel that this palace is lonely?" She asked with a smile, without being offended at all, but the smile in her eyes was slightly joking.

Wanyan Luosang was startled, she didn't believe Lu Liangwei could not understand the meaning of her words.

She pursed her lower lip, looked at her beautiful eyes, suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in her heart, and said without hesitation: "His Majesty the Emperor Dashang is a strange man. There is only one woman beside him. It is really unmatched. What does the queen empress think about his identity?"

Lu Liang's smile faded and looked at her incredulously.

Wanyan Luosang's meaning was that Long Yang should not be the only woman around a man as good as her. She should be more generous and take the initiative to show her beauty.

"Whether a man's status is noble or not, never meant that he was accompanied by a few women to set it off. Princess Wanyan should not be too contemptuous of herself! And..." She paused, "Princess Wanyan is talking about this. What kind of identity and position did you use when you spoke?"

Wanyan Luosang choked, her complexion cyan and red, a kind of humble, inexplicably rising from the bottom of her heart, so that she couldn't answer for a long while.

"I..." After a long time, she whispered, "I don't mean anything else, please don't worry about the empress."

Lu Liang was noncommittal, picked up the kettle from the low table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Wanyan Luosang took a sip, and the humble feeling in his heart slowly dissipated.

"It doesn't matter if I don't take it seriously, what's important is, what does Princess Wanyan mean?" Lu Liang looked at her carelessly, but his eyes were sharp that could not be ignored.

Wanyan Luosang paused, and slowly tightened the fingers holding the teacup, giving her a nervous glance.

Lu Liangwei didn't mean to ask her for an answer. He said to himself: "You don't know Long Martingale, he never needs any woman to set him off." Her mouth curled up, her thin white fingers gently rubbed the wall of the cup. The pattern, the tone is confident and determined.

(End of this chapter)