Long Yang patted her back gently.
After a while, Lu Liang raised his head slightly and pointed at his mouth.
Long Yang understood, put her on the chair, turned around and took out a spittoon, held it in front of her, "Spit it out."
The man's slender white fingers were holding a spittoon. Even though it was not the first time for him to hold a spittoon for her, Lu Liangwei's heart still felt warm and touched when he saw it.
He is the emperor, the ruler of this world, but he is willing to hold a spittoon for her.
She didn't know whether it was the tea that had an effect, or whether it was because she was moved. Her teeth seemed less sore.
Lu Liangwei held his arm and spit the tea in his mouth into the spittoon.
Then he picked up the teacup on the side and took several sips.
Seeing her put down the cup, Long Yang turned around and sent the spittoon outside the door, then washed his hands and walked back.
Looking at the girl on the chair, he asked: "Are you feeling better?"
Lu Liang nodded slightly, "It's much better." He bared his teeth at him and tapped it with his finger, "It's not that soft anymore."
Seeing this, Long Yang felt a little relieved and sat down next to her, "Do you want to eat something more?" She only ate some just now, and he was worried that she would be hungry soon.
"I won't eat anymore." Lu Liang shook his head slightly.
"Then let's rest early." Long Yang stroked her hair.
"good."
The two stayed in the palace for one night and returned to the palace the next day.
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Life was as peaceful as water. In mid-May, Lu Tingchen, who was about to return to Beijing to report on his work, did not come back. For some reason, the old lady's eyelids had been twitching in the past few days.
On this day, before dawn, I got up.
After Aunt Lan helped her wash up, she accompanied her for a walk in the garden. She happened to meet Lu Hetian who was wearing court clothes and preparing to go to court.
"Mom, why did you get up so early today?" Lu Hetian took a few steps forward, held her arm, and asked with concern.
"As people get older, they need less sleep." The old lady sighed, "Don't worry about me. It's getting late. You should hurry into the palace and go to court."
Lu Hetian looked at her gray temples, and suddenly felt sourness in his heart.
My mother is really old!
"If you feel uncomfortable, let Lihua take a look at you." Lu Hetian warned.
"Lihua checks my pulse every day. Don't worry, I'm in good health." The old lady said kindly.
Lu Hetian felt relieved when he heard what she said.
Lihua did check her mother's pulse every day. If she was feeling unwell, Lihua would have told her already.
"Then I'll go to court."
"Go." The old lady watched him leave the house, feeling a little uneasy for some reason.
Weiwei's belly is about to be nine months old, and she will give birth next month, so don't let anything happen.
"Old madam, it's still early, why don't you go back and lie down first," Aunt Lan advised.
Although it was already mid-May, it was still a little cold in the morning, and she was a little worried about the old lady's health.
Although the old lady said nothing these days, she could tell that she was a little uneasy.
The old lady looked at the faint sky and nodded, "That's fine."
What no one knew was that on the road from the outskirts of Beijing to the imperial capital, a fast horse came at a galloping speed.
When they arrived in front of the city gate, the city gate had not yet been opened. The visitor was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and shouted directly under the city gate, "I am the personal guard of General Lu Tingchen. I have something urgent to report to your majesty. I have traveled thousands of miles to hurry up. Open the city gate quickly."
The visitor's voice was a little hoarse. At the same time as he called out the caller, he also took out Lu Tingchen's token.
(End of chapter)