The old lady's eyes became brighter and brighter the more he spoke, "This idea is good, when the grandfather and the prince come back, you will invite them over, and I have to discuss it with them." ”

Lu Liangwei, who was refining fake death medicine in Weixi Garden, sneezed inexplicably.

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

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

Jewel didn't listen to her, and put the cloak in her hand over her shoulders.

Lu Liangwei had no choice but to go with her, but when she saw the color of the cloak, she was stunned.

Isn't this the cloak of the dragon martingale?

Last night, when he came, she forgot to give it back to him.

She thought for a moment, ripped off the cloak, and handed it to Zhuyu, "Don't use this cloak, put it away first." ”

Zhuyu stretched out her hand to take it, and then she saw the style of the cloak clearly, and sighed in surprise, "How is this cloak a man's style?" ”

Lu Liang said calmly: "It's my brother's." ”

"Oh." Jewel didn't doubt it, and went down with her cloak in her arms, and then took another one back.

……

Palace.

Long Ying was reviewing the folds in the imperial study, when Zhao Gan walked in with a strange face.

"Master, Lu Shizi said that this is what Miss Lu Er asked him to come back."

The dragon martingale paused, and looked up at him.

When he saw the cloak in his hand, his brow furrowed.

Zhao Qian didn't notice the strangeness of his master, and said strangely: "When did Miss Lu Er wear this cloak, why didn't I know at all?" ”

As he spoke, he shook his cloak.

"Smack!"

An object fell from the inside to the ground.

Zhao Gan leaned over and picked it up, and just about to take a look, his hand was empty, and he had already taught the dragon martingale to snatch it away.

Zhao Qian looked at his face, a little uneasy, "Master? ”

Long Ying put the dagger in his arms, and after a long time, he said, "Am I very old?" ”

What?

Zhao Qian thought he had misheard.

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

Where is the master, why is he suddenly asking such a thing?

Moreover, there was a bit of arrogance in the tone.

Zhao Qian was shocked.

Long Ying's gaze swept over, he immediately shook his head, flattering, don't pour out like money, "How can the master be old?" The master is young and promising, handsome and chic, in his prime, and the jade tree is in the wind......"

When he came back to his senses, there was still a master in the study.

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

The dragon martingale went to the imperial garden alone.

Today's weather is very good, in the imperial garden, a hundred flowers are blooming, colorful butterflies are flying.

He walked to the rockery and looked into the distance.

However, the silence did not last long.

As a joyful voice sounded, the dragon martingale's scattered thoughts were pulled back.

"The concubine asks the emperor for peace."

Long Ying looked towards the source of the sound, and saw that under the rockery, I don't know when a woman in palace costume had been erected.

The person who came was Concubine Hui, she was bored in her palace, so she came to this imperial garden for a walk, but she didn't expect that she would meet the emperor.

Her beautiful eyes were slightly raised, and she looked at the emperor standing on the rockery a little shyly.

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

Long Ying paused, "Excuse me." ”

Concubine Hui straightened up at this time, thought about it, and she dared to go up the rockery.

Seeing that the emperor did not reject her approach, she felt a secret happiness in her heart.

"Your Majesty ......" saw that the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and the smile on the corner of her mouth spread. </div>