Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1217: If you practice more, you will get used to it

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Long Yang looked at her carefully. In fact, last night, he was concerned about her delicate body and didn't torment her too much.

He was always measured, but just now she woke up and said her legs hurt, but he believed her.

After all, I don’t do that kind of posture often, so I thought she wasn’t used to it.

But now it seems that this girl clearly lied to him.

He raised the corners of his mouth vaguely, stretched out his hand to tie the belt for her, then held her in his arms, leaned into her ear, and said softly: "Weiwei is too delicate. If you practice more, you will get used to it."

Lu Liang trembled slightly and felt his legs aching again.

Long Yang raised her chin, pecked her on the lips, then held her hand, "Let's go have breakfast."

When they arrived at the dining hall, Chujiu brought a bowl of hangover soup, "Your Majesty, the Emperor had someone prepare this for you."

Lu Liangwei took it, smelled it, and looked at Long Yang, "I don't have a headache."

"But you were drunk last night. You will feel better if you drink the hangover soup." Long Yang said softly.

"Oh." Lu Liang thought for a moment and it was right, then he picked up the bowl and drank the hangover soup.

"I didn't know until last night that Wei Wei's alcohol capacity is so low." Long Yang suddenly said, "Three cups of sweet-scented osmanthus wine will make you drunk."

Lu Liang made a slight movement while drinking the soup, bit his lip and glanced at him. Is the emperor being too disrespectful

Long Xuan and Chujiu are still there.

She winked at him.

Long Yang raised the corners of his mouth happily.

Although this girl is too drunk, she looks so cute when she is drunk.

Well, I will definitely let her get drunk a few more times in the future, of course, only in front of him.

That way, he could do whatever he wanted to her.

Long Xuan was not aware of the lawsuit between the two, and glanced at Lu Liangwei in surprise, "Is Aunt Huang's drinking capacity so shallow?" He said with a low chuckle, "You can get drunk even if you drink sweet-scented osmanthus wine."

Lu Liangwei: "..." Why does she feel despised

She coughed lightly and tried to regain her face, "Don't believe your uncle's nonsense. My ability to drink is actually not that bad..."

Under the gaze of a certain emperor, her voice became less and less confident.

There was a smile in Long Yang's eyes.

This girl may not remember everything about last night.

The matter of licking his Adam's apple with your tongue...

He gave her a meaningful look, but said nothing more. Instead, he gave her some food and said, "Eat quickly."

"Oh." Lu Liang picked up the chopsticks obediently.

Long Xuan was a little amazed when he saw it.

Unexpectedly, the emperor's aunt would be so obedient in front of the emperor's uncle.

He couldn't help but glance at Chujiu, thinking that this guy got drunk quickly last time, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Both the master and the servant have the same taste for wine.

Just as he was thinking this, he glanced inadvertently and suddenly froze.

Long Yang noticed it and asked, "What's wrong?"

Long Xuan stared at his neck strangely, "Uncle Emperor, what's wrong with your Adam's apple?"

Hearing this, Lu Liangwei and Chujiu also looked over.

Long Yang glanced at Lu Liangwei, picked up a bun, and put it into Long Xuan's bowl, "You can't say anything when you eat."

Long Xuan was a little flattered. Looking at the steamed buns in the bowl, he temporarily forgot about his problems and ate the steamed buns quietly.

Lu Liangwei stared at Long Yang's Adam's apple again and again, vaguely remembering the good things he did last night.

When she met Long Yang's eyes, she immediately lowered her head guiltily and pretended to eat.

Long Xuan took a bite of the buns that the emperor's uncle had given him, feeling warm in his heart. As he ate, he suddenly stopped and looked towards the emperor's uncle. He saw that his clothes had been pulled up higher at some point, covering his face. The traces on Adam's apple were covered.

(End of chapter)