Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart Chapter 734: Long Yang persevered in persuading her to drink

It was probably Long Yang's words that worked, or maybe Lu Liangwei had already mastered the trick, and then she easily hit the tree pole, but the force was not enough, and the arrow didn't go deep.

Long Yang stood behind her and said in a gentle voice, "You shot very well, let's call it a day."

Lu Liang nodded slightly, handed the bow to him, and shook his sore arm.

Long Yang saw it and asked, "Is your arm sore?"

Lu Liang nodded slightly, "A little bit." When shooting an arrow, the arm had to be raised high, and after so long, it was indeed a bit sore.

After handing the bow to Chu Qi, Long Yang took Lu Liangwei's arm and squeezed it for her, "Does this make you feel better?"

Lu Liang pursed his lips slightly and smiled, "It's a little itchy."

Long Yang coaxed: "Be patient."

"Oh."

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On the evening of the last day of autumn hunting, a bonfire party was held on the grass outside the paddock.

This is a long-standing rule of the Dashang royal family.

On the last day of every autumn hunting, a grand bonfire party will be held on the grass next to the paddock.

Everyone will display their prey to show their achievements.

After that, the prey will be slaughtered and roasted on the fire, and the dancers will dance around the campfire.

In addition to the dancers, the ladies and daughters present also came on stage one after another, showing off their talents.

Lu Liangwei sat beside Long Yang, enjoying the barbecue while enjoying the singing and dancing, but did not touch the glass.

Long Yang saw him, and suddenly remembered that the last time she drank with Wu Hongming in Guining, but secretly replaced it with tea, he was already curious about her drinking capacity.

He raised his eyebrows, and quietly fed the wine glass to her lips.

Lu Liangwei subconsciously opened his lips to drink, but soon smelled the wine, closed his mouth immediately, and turned his head to look at the emperor puzzled.

"Drink some wine to moisturize your throat." Long Yang said with a smile.

"Your majesty can drink it by himself, I will eat fruit." Lu Liang put down his chopsticks slightly, forked a piece of fruit with a silver skewer, and ate it into his mouth.

"Can't Wei Wei drink alcohol?" Long Yang looked at her and asked in confusion.

Lu Liang thought for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "It's not that I can't drink, it's just that when I get drunk, I will go crazy."

"Drinking mad?" Long Yang asked with interest, "What does it look like for Wei Wei to get drunk?"

"Beat people." Lu Liangwei said seriously.

Long Yang laughed, "It's okay, I'm here, I won't let you do such a thing." Then, he put the wine glass to her lips, and advised, "Just drink a little."

Lu Liangwei was very suspicious when he saw him persevering in persuading her to drink.

Why is the emperor so boring?

Just as she was about to refuse, she saw Concubine De who was sitting not far away, and suddenly stood up.

It was only then that Lu Liangwei noticed that in the center of the venue, at some point, a piano table had been placed.

It turned out that it was Defei's turn to play.

Concubine De smiled sweetly, walked to the piano case and sat down, pressed her slender fingers on the strings, and began to play lightly.

Actually, someone has played it before, so Concubine De's talent is not outstanding.

At first, everyone was not attracted, but as the music played, everyone's attention was attracted.

Even Lu Liangwei was a little surprised.

Because this piece of music is indeed very pleasant to listen to. The most important thing is that this piece of music is still very familiar to her ears. It is the same piece that the emperor played to her last time.

She didn't know if this piece of music was originally composed by the emperor, but now that she heard Concubine De playing it, she couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in her heart.

In addition, when Concubine De was playing the piano, her eyes kept looking at Long Yang.

Qiu Shui Yingying's gaze seemed to contain some kind of affection, and he was still hesitant to speak.