The old lady's eyes became brighter and brighter as she spoke, "This is a good idea. When the Duke and the Crown Prince come back, you can invite them over. I have to discuss it carefully with them."
Lu Liangwei, who was refining the fake death medicine in Weixi Garden, sneezed inexplicably.
Zhuyu immediately nervously took a cloak and stepped forward, "Miss, are you catching a cold? Put it on quickly."
Lu Liang shook his head slightly and refused, "No, no, I'm not cold."
Zhuyu didn't listen to her and put the cloak on her shoulders.
Lu Liangwei had no choice but to let her go, but was startled when he saw the color of the cloak.
Isn't this the cloak of Long Yang
Last night, when he came, she forgot to give it back to him again.
She thought for a while, then pulled off the cloak and handed it to Zhuyu, "You don't need this cloak, so put it away first."
Zhuyu reached out to take it, and then she saw the style of the cloak clearly, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Why is this cloak a men's style?"
Lu Liangwei said calmly: "It belongs to my brother."
"Oh." Zhuyu did not doubt that she had it, so she went down with the cloak, and then came back with another one.
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royal palace.
Long Yang was reviewing the memorial in the imperial study room. At this time, Zhao Qian walked in with a strange expression.
"Master, Prince Lu said that Miss Lu asked him to return it."
Long Yang paused in his marking action and looked up at him.
When he saw the cloak in his hand, he frowned.
Zhao Qian didn't notice anything strange about his master, and said strangely: "When did Miss Lu Er wear this cloak? Why didn't I know about it at all?"
As he spoke, he shook his cloak.
"Snapped!"
Something fell from inside and fell to the ground.
Zhao Qian leaned over and picked it up. Just when he was about to look at it, his hand was empty and Long Yang had already snatched it away.
Zhao Qian glanced at his expression, a little uneasy, "Master?"
Long Yang put the dagger in his arms and waited for a while before saying, "Am I very old?"
What
Zhao Qian thought he heard wrongly.
It took him a long time to react, and he looked at his master's handsome face in surprise.
How old is the master? Why do you suddenly ask such a question
Moreover, his tone was somewhat belittling.
Zhao Qian was shocked.
Long Yang glanced over, and he immediately shook his head, pouring out the flattery as if it was free of charge, "How can the master grow old? The master is young and promising, handsome, in his prime, and a tree in the wind..."
When he came to his senses, there was no trace of his master in the study.
Zhao Qian was confused, why didn't the master wait for him to finish what he said
Long Yang went to the Imperial Garden alone.
The weather is very good today. In the imperial garden, flowers are blooming and colorful butterflies are flying.
He walked to the rockery and looked far into the distance.
However, this tranquility did not last long.
As a joyful voice sounded, Long Yang's scattered thoughts were brought back.
"My concubine pays your respects to the Emperor."
Long Yang looked towards the source of the sound and saw a woman in palace clothes standing under the rockery.
The visitor was Concubine Hui. She was bored in her palace, so she went for a walk in the imperial garden, but she didn't expect that she would meet the emperor.
She raised her beautiful eyes slightly, looking shyly at the emperor standing on the rockery.
Although she tried her best to hide it, the admiration in her beautiful eyes could not be concealed at all.
Long Yang paused and said, "No courtesy."
Concubine Hui straightened up. After thinking about it, she boldly went up to the rockery.
Seeing that the emperor did not reject her approach, she felt secretly happy in her heart.
"Your Majesty..." Seeing that the distance between the two was getting closer, the smile on her lips spread.
(End of chapter)