He stepped forward and took the soup cup, and was about to retreat, when he suddenly heard the master say, "This soup is cold, it won't taste good, you can drink it here." ”

Zhao Qian: "......"

His face was embarrassed, "Master, the slave's eating is not good, and he doesn't dare to disturb the master and his mother, so the slave goes down to drink." ”

"No matter how ugly you look, I and the queen won't be scared, just drink it." The dragon martingale glanced at him faintly.

Zhao Qian was stunned, and didn't dare to excuse himself, "Yes, the slave will drink it." With that, he lifted the lid and scooped it directly with a spoon and drank it.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, and the slave thanks the master and the mother for the reward." He drank and thanked him, and spilled a lot of soup.

Long Ying's eyes narrowed slightly, "The soup I have rewarded you with cannot be spilled a drop." ”

"The minions obey." Zhao Qian was stunned and hurriedly said.

Next, there was not a drop left.

But after drinking a cup of soup, Zhao Gan's whole body was about to collapse, and there was a layer of cold sweat on his body.

Did the master notice the extraordinariness of this soup, so he wanted to rectify him?

Thinking about it, he knelt down with a bitter face and said: "The slave drank a sweat, so he retired, and when he was cleaned up, he came to serve again." ”

At this time, Long Yang is very easy to speak, "No, it's not early anyway, you can go to bed directly, here, you don't need to serve." ”

If it weren't for the fact that this was his master, Zhao Qian really wanted to greet his ancestors for the eighteenth generation.

But this is his master, what can he do?

He looked depressed, and was just about to exit the door, when he heard his master who was full of bad water say: "By the way, for so many years, you have followed me for so many years, without merit and hard work, this lonely lamp long night, do you need to make an order to find a few beauties for you?" ”

Zhao Gan stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground, he forced a smile and said: "The master is really good at laughing, the slave is a eunuch, how can you need any beauty?" ”

The corners of Long Ying's lips hooked slightly, "You're right, don't I pity you for your hard work?" If you need to, just mention it to me. ”

"Slave thank you, Lord Long." Zhao Qian looked so moved that he wanted to cry, but in fact, he scolded the master in his heart.

Bastard, do you have such a way of sprinkling salt on people's wounds?

Isn't it amazing?

He is here, cursing his master for his lack of physical strength!

After Zhao Gan retreated, Lu Liangwei couldn't hold it anymore, lay on the table, and laughed.

"Your Majesty, your trick is too bad!"

Seeing this, she could see where the strangeness of the soup was.

Zhao Qian was really bold, he dared to deceive the emperor, the deer leather soup was hen soup.

That's a lot of courage!

Now it's okay, the emperor gave him the soup reward.

Father-in-law Zhao drank up a whole cup of soup, so there won't be an accident at night, right?

Just as she couldn't laugh, her waist tightened, and the man's slender and powerful arms picked her up from behind.

"Weiwei, take a bath." The man's deep and mellow voice scraped in her ears, and her heart, as if it had been touched by something, was tickling and crispy.

Lu Liangwei thought of his bad behavior last night, and decisively shook his head and refused, "Don't." ”

The dragon martingale tightened her waist, thought about it, and said good-naturedly: "Weiwei hasn't served me to bathe yet, why don't you serve me to bathe tonight?" ”

Lu Liang's eyes narrowed slightly, "The emperor has sound limbs, so why bother others with such a trivial matter as bathing?" ”。

The dragon martingale pinched her face, "That's fun, understand?" ”