Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart Chapter 579: Give him all the weight of your body

Wu Hongming nodded, "Okay, you have to be careful."

"I know." Ling Lihua replied, thinking of something, just about to open her mouth to ask, but saw Youyou ran in in panic, "Aunt Lin, Duke Zhen has passed out."

Ling Lihua was unmoved, "If you faint, you will faint, not dead."

Youyou: "..."

Although he doesn't know exactly what kind of grievances there is between Aunt Lin and Duke Zhen, he also knows that they used to be husband and wife. Thinking of Duke Zhen who just fell down and was covered in blood, he couldn't help becoming anxious, " Although I still have a breath, if the treatment is not timely, I am worried... when Duke Zhen goes wrong, the queen sister will be very sad, and Lu Shizi will also be sad."

Ling Lihua hesitated for a moment after hearing the words.

Although she wished that Lu Hetian would die immediately, Wei Wei was different from Ah Chen, the brother and sister loved Lu Hetian's father very much, if Lu Hetian lost his life like this, there was no guarantee that the brother and sister would not blame her.

Thinking, she sighed, and finally rushed to the pharmacy.

Seeing this, Youyou secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly followed.

Standing in the yard, Wu Hongming looked at the bundle in his hand and knew that he couldn't leave now.

He gave a wry smile, silently took out the clothes from the bag, and put them back in place.

The palace.

After Long Yang went to court, he went back to Longqian Palace and changed into his normal clothes before going to Fengyi Palace.

When he passed by, Lu Liangwei was playing badminton with Chu Jiu.

Looking at the girl running briskly in the middle of the field, a doting smile flashed across his deep and unpredictable eyes.

The thing in this girl's hand is a racket? The thing being photographed in the air is a shuttlecock made of duck feathers?

He had heard about it from Eleven, who was sent to secretly protect Lu Liangwei, but he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

At this time, seeing the neatly dressed girl running lightly while holding a bat, his eyes were full of doting, and he couldn't help but stop and watch for a while.

A moment later, he walked towards Chujiu.

Seeing him coming on the ninth day of the ninth day, he quickly presented the racket in his hand respectfully.

Long Yang took over.

Seeing a white badminton flying over, he glanced at the racket in his hand, then raised his hand to slap it, and the ball was hit back.

Lu Liangwei was catching the ball, didn't notice the substitution, and still played happily.

After a few balls, she immediately noticed something was wrong.

How did she hit faster and faster in the ninth day of the ninth day, and every time she hit higher and farther than before, she had to run and jump constantly in order to catch the badminton.

Puffing out of breath, she looked towards the opposite side, and sure enough, the place where Chu Jiu was originally standing had already been replaced.

When she saw that the person fighting with her was Long Yang, she was quite surprised, "Your Majesty, why is it you?"

Long Yang shook the racket in his hand and asked with a smile, "Do you want to continue playing?"

Lu Liangwei approached with the racket, waved his hand, and panted, "I won't come, I'm so tired of fighting the emperor."

Because of exercising, her whole face was flushed, and she was a little out of breath when she spoke, which made her already soft voice a little more delicate.

Long Yang looked at her dotingly with a smile, stepped forward, supported her with one hand, let her lean the weight of her body on him, took the sweat towel from Zhuyu with the other hand, and gently replaced her Wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Since you are tired, let's rest for a while before going to have breakfast."

Lu Liang was not polite, and leaned against him, giving him all the weight of his body.