Chapter 937: The Dragon Martingale was fascinated
Seeing her coming, Zhao Gan immediately stepped forward and said earnestly: "The queen mother is here." β
Lu Liang nodded slightly, and asked with a smile: "Is the emperor inside?" β
Zhao Qian smiled: "Yes, the slave will go and report it first." β
Lu Liang heard the words and stopped.
If it was before, she would have entered as much as she wanted, and there was no need to report it.
But she also knows that this time, that time.
She sighed and could only wait patiently.
After a while, Zhao Gan came out, and when he saw her standing there, he was a little unhappy, but now the emperor's attitude is unpredictable, and he can't help it.
"Mother, master, please come in." He wiped his sweat and spoke more respectfully.
But what he didn't say was that when Long Ying heard that Lu Liangwei was coming over just now, his attitude was not very enthusiastic, and he said, he will come when he comes, do you want him to come out to greet him?
Zhao Gan has the heart to die, how dare he say this to Lu Liangwei.
He thought that after the night before yesterday, the emperor's attitude towards Niangniang had changed, but he didn't expect that everyone was asleep, and he still looked dead.
The mother really slept with him for nothing!
Zhao Gan despised his master fiercely in his heart.
Lu Liangwei didn't know anything about the psychological journey of Manager Zhao, and 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 Ying was sitting behind the imperial case, reviewing the recital, he actually heard her voice coming in, but he was stunned and did not look up at her.
But he waited for a while, but still didn't see her coming, and he couldn't help but feel irritated in his heart.
He made up his mind and took up his pen to write the word "read" on the piece he had read.
However, when I put pen to paper, I almost wrote someone's name.
He stopped writing, his eyes fixed on the words on the piece.
Coming back to his senses, he took a deep breath and was fortunate to have only written the beginning.
So, this piece of music, which was originally no problem, was unfortunate enough to be criticized as worthless by a certain emperor, and in terms of content, he drew a big cross with a cinnabar pen.
Looking at his masterpiece, the corners of Long Marting's mouth curved an arc, and his eyes were also dyed with a bit of smug laugh lines.
He subconsciously raised his head, wanting to search for Lu Liangwei's figure.
I saw his little queen, who was standing at the table at this time, fiddling with the food, and the smell of the food wafted in the air.
Seeing this, Long Ying was stunned.
The young girl, wearing a loose dress, combed a simple bun today, and tied a beautiful ribbon on the bun, with her movements, the ribbon fluttered, especially smart and elegant.
In addition, there are no other ornaments on her head, a small face the size of a palm, no fat powder has been applied, and the whole person is extremely clean and clear.
It was not the first time that Long Martingale had looked at her, but at this moment, she was still fascinated.
He had never seen such a beautiful girl.
Although he knew that his little queen had a charming appearance, every time he saw her, he inevitably felt heartbroken.
Especially at this time, she was standing at the table and busy, revealing a different kind of demure.
Seeing this picture, Long Marting's heart was filled with a kind of softness, and his heart was inexplicably full.
His thin lips pursed tightly, and he suddenly dropped the pen in his hand, got up and walked over.
As if he was afraid that she wouldn't know that he was coming, he deliberately stepped on a very loud footstep.
Lu Liangwei heard it, his movements paused slightly, and he secretly complained, the emperor is really naΓ―ve!!
She didn't look back and said, "The emperor will go and clean up his hands first, and come over to eat together." β