Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart Chapter 211: Am I old?

The old matriarch's eyes became brighter as he spoke, "That's a good idea. When the Duke and Shizi come back, you can invite them over. I have to discuss it with them."

Lu Liangwei, who was refining the fake death medicine in Weixiyuan, sneezed inexplicably.

Zhuyu immediately took a cloak and stepped forward nervously, "Miss, are you catching a cold? Put it on."

Lu Liang shook his head slightly and refused, "No need, I'm not cold."

But Zhuyu didn't listen to her, and put the cloak in her hand on her shoulders.

Lu Liangwei had no choice but to go with her, but was taken aback when he saw the color of the cloak.

Isn't this the cloak of Long Yang?

Last night, when he came, she forgot to return it to him again.

After thinking about it, she tore off the cloak and handed it to Zhuyu, "You don't need this cloak, put it away first."

Zhuyu reached out to take it, and only then did she see the style of the cloak clearly, and she gasped in surprise, "Why is this cloak made for men?"

Lu Liangwei said calmly, "It belongs to my brother."

"Oh." Zhuyu didn't doubt that it was there, and went down holding the cloak, and then took another one back.

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The palace.

Long Yang was reviewing the memorial in the imperial study when Zhao Gan walked in with a strange expression.

"Master, Lu Shizi said that Miss Lu asked him to return it."

Long Yang paused for a moment while reviewing, and looked up at him.

When he saw the cloak in his hand, he frowned.

Zhao Gan didn't notice the strangeness of his master, so he said strangely: "When did Second Miss Lu wear this cloak, why didn't I know at all?"

As he spoke, he shook his cape.

"Crack!"

Something fell from inside to the ground.

Zhao Qian leaned over to pick it up, and was about to look it up, but his hand was empty, and Long Yang had already snatched it.

Zhao Gan glanced at his face, a little uneasy, "Master?"

Long Yang put the dagger in his arms, and after a while, he said, "Am I very old?"

What?

Zhao Qian thought he had heard wrong.

It took a long time before he realized it, and looked at his master's handsome face in surprise.

How old is the master, why do you ask such a question suddenly?

Besides, the tone was a little presumptuous.

Zhao Qian was shocked.

Long Yang glanced over, and he immediately shook his head, flattering words, don't want to pour out money like money, "How can the master be old? The master is young and promising, handsome, in full bloom, and in the wind..."

When he came back to his senses, there was no sign of the master in the study.

Zhao Qian wondered, why didn't the master wait for him to finish speaking?

Long Yang went to the Imperial Garden alone.

The weather is very good today. In the imperial garden, a hundred flowers are blooming and colorful butterflies are flying.

He walked to the rockery and looked into the distance.

However, the peace did not last long.

As a joyful voice sounded, Long Yang's scattered thoughts were pulled back.

"The concubine pays respects to the emperor."

Long Yang looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a woman in palace attire standing under the rockery.

The person who came was Concubine Hui. She was bored in her own palace, so she went for a walk in the imperial garden, but unexpectedly, she ran into the emperor.

She raised her beautiful eyes slightly, and looked at the emperor standing on the rockery with a little shyness.

Although she tried her best to hide it, the love in her beautiful eyes could not be concealed at all.

Long Yang paused, "Excuse me."

Concubine Hui straightened up, after thinking about it, she boldly went up the rockery.

Seeing that the emperor did not reject her approach, she felt secretly happy in her heart.

"The emperor..." Seeing that the distance between the two was getting closer, the smile on the corner of her mouth spread.