Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart Chapter 937: Long Yang is fascinated

Seeing her coming, Zhao Qian immediately stepped forward and said courteously, "The empress is here."

Lu Liang nodded slightly, and asked with a smile, "Is the emperor in there?"

Zhao Gan said with a smile: "Yes, I will inform you first."

Hearing this, Lu Liangwei stopped.

If it was the past, she would have entered whenever she wanted, and there was no need to notify her at all.

But she also knows that this moment and that moment.

She sighed and could only wait patiently.

After a while, Zhao Gan came out, and seeing her standing there, he felt a little sorry, but now the emperor's attitude is unpredictable, and he has nothing to do.

"Your Majesty, the master invites you in." He wiped his sweat, and his tone became more respectful.

But what he didn't say was that when Long Yang heard that Lu Liangwei was coming, his attitude was not very warm.

Zhao Qian wanted to die already, so how could he dare to tell Lu Liangwei this.

He thought that after the night before yesterday, the emperor's attitude towards the empress had changed, but he didn't expect that everyone fell asleep and still looked dead.

The empress really slept for him for nothing!

Zhao Gan severely despised his master in his heart.

Lu Liangwei didn't know anything about Director Zhao's psychological journey. After entering the study, he asked Zhuyu and Chu Jiu to put the food basket on the table, and let them go out first.

Long Yang was sitting behind the imperial case and was reviewing the memorial. He actually heard her coming in, but he just endured it and didn't look up at her.

But he waited for a while, but he still didn't see her coming, and he couldn't help feeling irritated.

He collected himself, picked up a pen and wanted to write the word "read" on the memorial that he had read.

However, when I wrote the pen, I almost wrote someone's name.

He stopped writing, his eyes fixed on the words on the memorial.

Come back to his senses, he took a deep breath, luckily he only wrote the beginning.

Therefore, this memorial, which had no problems at first, was unluckily approved by a certain emperor as worthless, and a big cross was drawn on the content with a cinnabar pen.

Looking at his masterpiece, the corners of Long Yang's mouth curled up, and his eyes were stained with lines of smug laughter.

He raised his head subconsciously, wanting to search for Lu Liangwei's figure.

I saw his little queen, who was standing by the table, handling the food, and the smell of the food wafted in the air.

Seeing this, Long Yang was startled.

A young girl, wearing a loose dress, wore a simple double bun today, with a beautiful ribbon tied on the bun. With her movements, the ribbon fluttered, making it extraordinarily agile and elegant.

Besides that, there were no other ornaments on her head. She had a palm-sized face with no makeup applied, and her whole body was extremely clean and translucent.

It was not the first time Long Yang looked at her, but at this moment, he was still fascinated by it.

He had never seen such a beautiful girl.

Even though he had known for a long time that his little queen had an alluring appearance, every time he saw her, he still felt heartbroken inevitably.

Especially at this time, the way she stood at the table busy, revealing a different kind of demure.

Looking at this picture, Long Yang's heart was filled with a kind of softness, and his heart was inexplicably full.

He pursed his thin lips, suddenly dropped the pen in his hand, got up and walked over.

As if he was afraid that she would not know that he was coming, he deliberately stepped on loud footsteps.

When Lu Liangwei heard this, he paused for a moment, secretly complaining, the emperor is really naive!

Without turning her head, she said: "The emperor will go clean up first, come and have a meal together."