Seeing this, Lu Liang couldn't help but say coquettishly: "But my back is so sore, and my waist hurts so much." ”

Long Ying paused and asked, "Do you want me to help you pinch?" ”

Lu Liang's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded, "Hmm." ”

Long Martingale sighed, "If you want me to help you, just say it, don't bend around." Remember? ”

"Oh." Lu Liang responded slightly, and after a while, his mouth hummed comfortably.

The emperor said that she was so comfortable and had moderate strength, comparable to a first-class masseuse.

Looking at Ashihachi there, a girl with a look of enjoyment, Long Ying smiled bitterly.

She was comfortable, but he was going to suffer.

It wasn't until two quarters of an hour later that Lu Liangwei felt that the soreness on his body had disappeared, which made him stop.

But when I turned around, I saw that the emperor's forehead was full of sweat.

Uh, is the massage that hot?

"The emperor is hot?"

Long Ying glanced at her and patted her on the buttocks, "If you're not tired, get up, I'll take you outside for a walk." After saying that, he went straight to the bed.

If you stay for a moment longer, I'm afraid that neither of you will have to get out of bed today.

Lu Liang was slapped on the buttocks, and was about to slander him as a hooligan, but after listening to his words, he threw it to the back of his head and got off the bed with a hundred times more spirit.

Zhao Qian came to serve with two huge black circles under his eyes.

Lu Liangwei was startled when he saw him at first glance, "What's wrong with Manager Zhao's eyes?" ”

Zhao Qian glanced at her sadly, lowered his head, and said lifelessly: "Last night, the slave had insomnia. ”

Lu Liang was slightly stunned, and then remembered that he was rewarded with deer leather soup by the dragon martingale last night.

This is a terrible thing.

It's really bitter for Mr. Zhao.

However, this is called self-inflicted iniquity, and you cannot live.

She looked at him sympathetically.

When Zhao Qian saw it, he wondered in his heart.

Although he is uncomfortable, he believes that the master and the mother are also uncomfortable.

Didn't they drink that soup too?

With the strong demand of the master, how can the mother still appear with such a hundred times more spirit?

It's weird.

Could it be that the soup is ineffective for the master?

It doesn't make sense.

He was a rootless man for many years, and after drinking that soup, he was tortured, and the master was so good, why did the soup have no effect on him?

Unless...... The master is no longer good.

He thought gloomily, when he suddenly felt a cool gaze fall on him, and he trembled, and when he came back to his senses, he met the master's terrifying, and seemed to know everything.

"Master?" Zhao Qian immediately retracted his gaze and lowered his head respectfully.

"Prepare, I and the Empress are going out."

"Yes." When Zhao Qian heard this, he immediately went to prepare.

To say that it is to prepare, in fact, is to prepare two horses, as well as bows and arrows.

Before Lu Liangwei got on the horse, he saw that Zhao Gan looked in poor spirits, so he said: "Manager Zhao, I see that you are not in good spirits, so you don't need to follow today, go back and rest." ”

"Xie Niangniang." Zhao Qian almost cried, but his mother was still considerate.

"This is a Qingxin pill, you take some and sleep again, the effect will be better." Lu Liangwei handed him a small porcelain vase.

Zhao Gan was so moved that he couldn't ......

Lu Liangwei patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, let's go." With that, he got on his horse.

Long Ying took Lu Liangwei into the paddock, and the seventh and ninth days followed behind him.

"Does the emperor want to take me hunting?" Lu Liangwei looked at the arrows in the dragon martingale quiver and asked.

"Have you ever learned archery?" The dragon martingale turned around and asked softly.