He stood for a long time before turning back to the inn.

On the other side, after Wanyan Luosang entered the carriage, he looked at Lu Liangwei unceremoniously.

Lu Liang glanced at her slightly, saw her hostility in his eyes, and didn't care, and opened his mouth to break the silence, "Princess Luosang, can you still adapt to this period of time in Dashang?" ”

After Yan Luosang heard this, he withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Thanks to the blessing of the queen's mother, I have adapted well." ”

Lu Liang heard this, nodded, and didn't speak again.

Wanyan Luosang frowned and glanced at her, a little annoyed with her pretending to be deep.

She is obviously about the same age as herself, how can she make His Majesty the Emperor of Dashang so favored, and even forget her, can she care so much?

Is it because of her beauty?

Thinking of this, Wanyan Luosang couldn't help but touch her face, but she thought that she didn't look bad.

When it comes to beauty, she doesn't feel like she's lost to her.

"Queen Mother, there is a huge harem, you are alone, don't you feel lonely?" She squinted, but finally couldn't hold it back, and opened her mouth, her tone very choked, with a thick hostility.

If it weren't for Lu Liangwei, she didn't believe that the Emperor of Dashang would not like her.

She also has quite a few suitors in Danju, but her eyes are above the top, and no one can look down on her.

After coming to Dashang, it was like opening the door to a new world, which gave her a lot of ideas and insights.

It turns out that a man can also be so good-looking, but there is no femininity at all, but the whole body is full of a man's heroic atmosphere, which constantly attracts her.

Among them, the Great Shang Emperor was the worst.

He was the best man she had ever seen in her life.

She is a princess of Danju, and she should be matched with such a man.

But the man she fancied already had other women in her heart.

It made her very uncomfortable.

It's like an item that I finally fell in love with, but someone else took the lead.

This made her can't help but resentful at the same time.

If she had met earlier, the Great Shang Emperor would have been hers.

Hearing what she said, Lu Liangwei's eyes fell on her, and he felt funny in his heart, he couldn't imagine that this Wanyan Luosang was so breathless!

"Why does Princess Lausanne think that this palace will be lonely?" She asked with a smile, not at all offended, and the smile in her eyes was tinged with a hint of banter.

Wanyan Luosang was stunned, she didn't believe that Lu Liangwei couldn't hear the meaning of her words.

She pursed her lower lip, looked at her beautiful eyes, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and said without hesitation: "His Majesty the Emperor of Dashang is a strange man, a person of his status, there is only one woman by his side, it really doesn't match his identity, what does the queen think?" ”

Lu Liang's smile faded and he looked at her incredulously.

Wanyan Luosang's implication is that a man as good as Long Martingale should not be the only woman by her side, she should be generous and take the initiative to show beauty for her.

"Whether a man's identity is noble or not never refers to the fact that he is surrounded by a few women. Princess Wanyan shouldn't be too cheap herself! And......" she paused, "what kind of identity and position did Princess Wanyan take when she said this?" ”

Wanyan Luosang choked, her face was blue and red, a kind of humility, which inexplicably rose from the bottom of her heart, so that she couldn't answer for a long time.

"I ......" for a long time before she muttered, "I don't mean anything else, and I ask the queen mother not to take it to heart." ”

Lu Liang was slightly noncommittal, picked up the kettle from the low table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Wanyan Luosang took it and took a sip, and the humble feeling in his heart slowly dissipated.

"It doesn't matter if the palace is taken to heart or not, the important thing is that Princess Wanyan means?" Lu Liang looked at her casually, but there was sharpness in his eyes that could not be ignored.

After Yan Luosang paused, the fingers holding the teacup slowly tightened, and he glanced at her a little nervously.

Lu Liangwei didn't mean to ask her for an answer, and said to herself: "I'm afraid you don't know about Long Marting, he never needs any woman to set him off." The corners of her mouth were hooked, her thin white fingers gently rubbed the pattern on the wall of the cup, and her tone was confident and determined.