"Old man?" Lu Liang sneered slightly and looked him up and down. He couldn't see how he could be called an old man, but -
She looked at him with a smile, "General Manager Zhao should be about the same age as the emperor, right? If you are an old man, then who is the emperor?"
Manager Zhao's expression froze, and he suddenly thought of a terrible question.
He immediately shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, no, I am not old at all, and our master is even more young and strong. He is in his prime, even younger than an eighteen-year-old boy."
Lu Liang looked at him strangely.
I don't understand why he is so eager to explain suddenly
Is Long Yang young
He is only thirty years old. If it were in modern times, he is still very young indeed. He is in his golden years. He is distinguished, mature, handsome, and charming, and will definitely attract countless little girls.
But this is ancient times…
In ancient times, at the age of thirty, a son could normally marry and have children. If it weren't for an accident, Long Yang would have already become a grandfather...
"Mr. Zhao, you are exaggerating. Although the Emperor is not old, he is..." But he is younger than an eighteen-year-old boy? This is too ridiculous.
Lu Liang complained secretly.
Manager Zhao naturally heard the unfinished meaning in her words, and couldn't help but sweat profusely.
"It's no exaggeration. It's not an exaggeration at all. Our master..."
"Zhao Gan!"
Suddenly, a sound colder than ice and snow suddenly sounded behind him, shocking Zhao Qian to stop talking immediately.
Turning around, he saw his master standing by the gate of Longqian Palace at some point, looking indifferently.
Zhao Qian's heart sank. When he was discussing his age with Miss Lu Er here just now, I wonder if he heard it
Zhao Qian's heart suddenly felt heavy, and his heart felt even colder, "My servant is here!"
Lu Liangwei was also surprised when he suddenly heard Long Yang's voice.
Probably because she had just complained about his age in her heart, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"Lu Liangwei, come here."
Just when Lu Liangwei was feeling guilty, a man's voice sounded again, this time calling her.
Lu Liangwei didn't dare to neglect, and hurried over, stood at the foot of the steps, and looked up at him.
When she got closer, she discovered that the man's crow-feather-black temple hair was actually a little wet. There were also a few tiny droplets of water on his eyebrows. His face was a little moist, as if he had just splashed water on his face.
He stood there, his whole body seemed to be enveloped in a cold aura like ice and snow, making him feel suffocated.
Lu Liang was slightly uncomfortable.
Seeing him looking down at her slightly, the emotions in his eyes were deep and complicated, making it difficult for people to understand.
Lu Liang calmed down slightly. Seeing that he was silent for a long time, he couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty?"
Seeing the girl's cautious look, Long Yang came back to his senses and tried to slow down his voice, "Don't you still need to diagnose me?"
"Oh, yes." Lu Liang responded and quickly stepped up the steps, "Then let's go in quickly."
After saying that, she quickly passed him and ran inside.
In her desperation, she forgot that in front of the emperor, she could not pass him or walk in front.
Looking at the girl who ran in quickly, a helpless smile suddenly flashed across Long Yang's cold face, "She is still a little girl after all!"
He didn't stay for too long, but before going in, he asked the imperial guards outside the door to withdraw, and then said without looking back: "I don't need to say more, you should know what to do? In the first year of junior high school, you will be watching from the side."
(End of chapter)