"Really?" Lu Liangwei asked.
Long Yang knew that she was referring to whether she had disturbed him, so he touched her head and said, "Really." She had been sleeping so obediently, so how could she disturb him
"Then I really have no charm." Lu Liangwei deliberately looked regretful.
"What are you thinking about?" Long Yang smiled, looked at her smooth and tender face, paused, took her hand, and walked out, "You must be hungry, hurry back to Fengyi Palace for a meal."
After hearing what he said, Lu Liangwei really felt hungry, and his stomach grumbled in response.
Seeing him looking over, Lu Liang was a little embarrassed. She grabbed his hand with her back and walked out quickly, saying in a covert manner, "The baby must be hungry."
Long Yang laughed softly and joked: "It's my fault for letting the baby's mother get hungry."
Hearing his joking words, Lu Liangwei calmed down, glanced at him, raised the corners of his mouth, and said a little arrogantly: "I forgive you!"
The corners of Long Yang's lips curled up in pleasure, and then, like a magic trick, he took a piece of pastry and handed it to her, "Since you're hungry, let's fill your stomach first."
Lu Liangwei was surprised when he saw the pastry suddenly appearing in his hand, "Hey, when did you get it?"
"I just finished tying your cloak." Long Yang looked at her lovingly, "Eat quickly."
Lu Liang smiled, reached out to grab it, and took a bite. It was an osmanthus cake, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus filled his mouth.
She took two bites, looked at the man beside her, and suddenly stuffed the remaining sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth, "The emperor will eat it too."
Long Yang doesn’t really like eating this kind of glutinous rice pastry, but he never refuses Weiwei.
He glanced at the unbitten place, suddenly held her hand, turned the pastry, and then took a bite at the place she had eaten.
Lu Liangwei's beautiful eyes widened slightly, looking at the man's natural behavior, and pursed his lips.
That was what she had eaten!
"It's delicious." Long Yang suddenly came over, put his lips next to her ear, and whispered.
Lu Liangwei seemed to have been electrocuted, half of her body was numb, but the man's unique masculine aura enveloped her, making her want to pretend that nothing happened, but there was nothing she could do.
Long Yang stared at her earlobes that were rapidly turning red, and his throat suddenly rolled.
Lu Liangwei was about to speak when he met the man's dark eyes.
Her lips opened, but before she could react, she was pressed against the wall behind her.
The man's clear and delicious breath swept over her. She blinked, thinking he would kiss her. The next moment, she felt warmth in her earlobe, and the man's breath was very close to hers.
She felt that all the hairs on her body were about to stand up.
The fingers on his chest were slightly curled, and the crow-feather-like eyelashes were trembling violently.
Outside the Imperial Study Room.
Zhao Qian had prepared the palace lantern and was waiting for his master and empress to come out and head to Fengyi Palace.
As a result, after waiting and waiting, the master and mistress did not come out.
Just when he wanted to go over and see what was going on, the study door had opened.
The tall figure of his master appeared at the door, holding his empress in his arms.
The empress seemed to be asleep, her long black and thick hair hanging down from her master's arms, floating gently as his master moved around.
Zhao Qian suddenly realized that the empress had not woken up yet.
He competently lit the way forward for his two masters.
As everyone knows, Lu Liangwei did not fall asleep.
She blushed and buried herself in Long Yang's arms. Thinking of what happened behind the imperial study door just now, her face became even redder and hotter.
(End of chapter)