He stepped forward to take the soup cup, and was about to step back when he suddenly heard his master say: "This soup won't taste good when it gets cold, so you can drink it here."
Zhao Qian: "..."
He looked embarrassed and said, "Master, I don't like to eat well. I don't dare to disturb the master and my wife. I just go down and drink."
"No matter how ugly you look when you eat, I and the Queen will not be frightened. Just drink." Long Yang glanced at him lightly.
Zhao Qian was stunned and did not dare to refuse anymore. "Yes, I will drink it now." After saying that, he opened the lid and drank directly with a spoon.
"It tastes good, it tastes really good. I thank my master and my empress for the reward." He drank and thanked him, spilling a lot of soup.
Long Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't spill even a drop of the soup I gave you."
"This slave obeys the order." Zhao Qian said quickly with a look of surprise.
Next, sure enough, not a drop was left.
But after finishing the cup of soup, Zhao Qian was about to collapse, and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.
Did the master realize that this soup was extraordinary, so he wanted to punish him
Thinking about it, he knelt down and said with a bitter look on his face: "I'm sweating all over from drinking, so I'll leave now. I'll come back to serve you after I've cleaned up."
At this moment, Long Yang became more talkative, "No, it's already late anyway, so you can just go to bed. I don't need your service here."
If it weren't for the fact that this was his master, Zhao Qian would have really wanted to greet the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.
But this is his master, what can he do
He looked depressed and was about to exit the door when he heard his mischievous master say: "By the way, you have been by my side for so many years, and you have no merit but hard work. Do you need this lonely lamp for the long night?" Do you need me to issue an order to find some beauties for you?"
Zhao Qian stumbled on his feet and almost fell to the ground. He forced a smile and said: "Master is really good at joking. The slave is an eunuch, so why does he need a beauty?"
The corners of Long Yang's lips curled up slightly, "You're right. Don't I pity you for your hard work? If you need anything, just tell me."
"Slave, thank you for your kindness." Zhao Qian looked like he was about to cry with emotion, but in fact, he was scolding his master in his heart.
You bastard, is there such a thing as rubbing salt on someone's wounds
Is it amazing to have roots
Here he is, cursing his master for his lack of physical strength!
After Zhao Qian withdrew, Lu Liangwei couldn't hold it in any longer and lay on the table, laughing.
"Your Majesty, this move of yours is too damaging!"
Seeing this, she finally figured out what was so weird about the soup.
Zhao Qian was so bold that he dared to lie to the emperor that the deer leather soup was hen soup.
It’s really courageous!
This was good, and the emperor rewarded him with soup.
Eunuch Zhao drank the whole cup of soup. Nothing will happen tonight, right
Just as she was laughing so hard, her waist suddenly tightened, and the man's slender and powerful arms picked her up from behind.
"Weiwei, let's take a bath." The man's deep and mellow voice brushed against her ear, and her heart seemed to be tickled by something, itching and feeling.
Lu Liangwei thought of his bad behavior last night and shook his head decisively, "No."
Long Yang tightened his grip around her waist, thought for a moment, and said in a good temper: "Weiwei hasn't bathed for me yet, why don't you bathe for me tonight?"
Lu Liangwei's eyes narrowed slightly, "The Emperor's limbs are intact, so why bother others with such a trivial matter as taking a bath?"
Long Yang pinched her face and said, "That's for fun, do you understand?"
(End of chapter)