Chu Qi turned around as she was told, and heard the girl behind her say in a brisk tone: "Please squat down."
Only then did Chu Qi realize what she wanted to do.
He frowned and was about to squat down when suddenly, a slender figure appeared in his sight.
"Chu Qi, please step back."
Chu Qi glanced at him and stepped aside obediently.
Lu Liangwei looked at the broad back that suddenly appeared in front of him, his mind filled with confusion, when he heard the man's voice say softly: "Come up."
Lu Liang clasped his fingers slightly and stared at his back for a moment of hesitation. Although Chu Qi was one year younger than her, she would rather be mean and let him carry her back to Duke Zhenguo's mansion than having him carry her back like a sandbag.
Of course, facing Chu Qi, she could feel no pressure, but if the target was changed to Long Yang, then...
Lu Liangwei felt a lot of pressure. She really couldn't be calm and fearless when an emperor carried her.
"Your Majesty, let Chu Qi..."
"My Qinggong is better than his." Long Yang interrupted her lightly.
Lu Liangwei recalled the speed he felt when Chu Qi was carried on his shoulders.
Although she didn't know much about Qing Gong, she could bring a person with her on her own and move freely between Zhenguo's mansion and the palace. Needless to say, Chu Qing's Qing Kung must be It is extremely high, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is superb.
And Chu Qi's Qing Gong was already amazing. If it was better than Chu Qi's, she really couldn't imagine how good Long Yang's Qing Gong was.
"It's very late. If you don't leave, it will be dawn." Seeing that she had not moved for a long time, Long Yang glanced back at her, only to see her little face was tangled and hesitant.
He pursed his lower lip, suddenly took her arm and put it on his neck.
Lu Liangwei's body stiffened and she forgot all her reactions. She didn't react until she felt his palm holding up her thigh and then weighing it up.
"You are too light." Long Yang seemed to smile.
Lu Liangwei was so stiff that he couldn't move. He couldn't hear what he said clearly, and his head was buzzing.
It felt like the place where his palm was pressed seemed to be on fire, and it was hot.
Even though she was separated from her pants, the warmth of his hand was transmitted through her pants, making her feel like she had been burned and making her whole body uncomfortable.
Long Yang noticed it and thought she was cold, so he wrapped the quilt tightly around her.
Lu Liangwei's mind went blank at this moment, and she lay passively on his broad back, holding her breath and concentrating, motionless, as if she couldn't even breathe.
It wasn't until the cold wind blew across her face that she shivered and woke up slightly.
Long Yang's Qinggong was indeed very good. With her on his back, he could jump up and down the roofs very steadily. He was not as rough as Chu Qi, which made her dizzy.
But other than that, Lu Liangwei didn't feel that his Qing Gong was better than Chu Qi's.
His speed was not that fast, at least in her opinion, he was not faster than Chu Qi, but he was much calmer than Chu Qi, so she didn't feel any discomfort.
Not long after, Duke Zhen's mansion arrived. Long Yang carried her on his back and landed on the roof of Weixi Garden.
Probably because Lu Liangwei had been tensing up along the way. When her feet touched the roof, her legs gave out and she almost fell down. Fortunately, Long Yang had quick eyes and hands and caught her in time.
"Thank you." Lu Liang came to his senses slightly and quickly broke away from him.
Long Yang lowered his eyes and glanced at her, then calmly retracted his hand.
(End of chapter)