Seeing this, Lu Liangwei couldn't help but coquettishly said, "But my back is so sore and my waist hurts so much."
Long Yang paused and asked, "Want me to pinch it for you?"
Lu Liang's eyes flickered and he nodded, "Yes."
Long Yang sighed, "If you want me to help you, just say so. There's no need to beat around the bush. Remember?"
"Oh." Lu Liang responded slightly, and soon he began to hum comfortably.
The emperor felt that she was so comfortable and the strength was moderate, comparable to a first-class masseur.
Seeing Zuba standing there with a look of enjoyment on her face, Long Yang smiled bitterly.
She felt comfortable, but he was suffering.
It wasn't until two-quarters of an hour later that Lu Liangwei felt that the soreness in his body had disappeared, and then he was allowed to stop.
But when he turned around, he saw that the emperor's forehead was covered with sweat.
Uh, is the massage that hot
"The Emperor is hot?"
Long Yang glanced at her and patted her hip, "If you're not tired anymore, get up and I'll take you for a walk outside." After that, he got off the bed.
If you stay a moment longer, neither of you will have to get out of bed today.
Lu Liang was slapped on his buttocks, and was about to accuse him of being a gangster, but after hearing what he said, he forgot about it and got off the bed in high spirits.
Zhao Qian came to serve him with two huge dark circles under his eyes.
Lu Liangwei was shocked when he saw him at first, "What's wrong with Mr. Zhao's eyes?"
Zhao Qian looked at her sadly, lowered his head, and said lifelessly: "Last night, I suffered from insomnia."
Lu Liang was startled for a moment, and then he remembered that he was rewarded with deer leather soup by Long Yang last night.
This is really a tragic thing.
It’s really hard for Mr. Zhao.
However, this is called self-inflicted trouble.
She gave him a sympathetic look.
Zhao Qian was puzzled when he saw it.
Although he doesn't feel good, he believes that his master and empress don't feel good either.
Didn’t the two of them also drink the soup
With the master's strong needs, how could the empress still appear in such high spirits
It's really strange.
Could it be that the soup is ineffective on the master
It doesn't make sense.
He was a man who had been rootless for many years. After drinking the soup, he suffered a lot. His master was so good, so why did the soup have no effect on him
Unless... the master is dead.
He thought sadly, and suddenly felt a cold gaze falling on him. He shuddered, and when he came back to his senses, he met his master's eyes that were frightening and seemed to understand everything.
"Master?" Zhao Qian immediately withdrew his gaze and lowered his head respectfully.
"Get ready, the Queen and I are going out."
"Yes." Zhao Qian heard this and immediately went to prepare.
When it comes to preparation, it actually means preparing two horses, as well as bows and arrows.
Before Lu Liangwei got on the horse, he saw that Zhao Qian was in low spirits and said, "Manager Zhao, I see that you are not in very good spirits. There is no need to follow you today. Go back and rest quickly."
"Thank you, empress." Zhao Qian almost cried, but empress was still considerate.
"This is Qingxin Pill. Take some and go to sleep. The effect will be better." Lu Liangwei handed him a small porcelain bottle.
Zhao Qian was moved beyond measure, "Your Majesty..."
Lu Liang patted his shoulder slightly, "Okay, let's go." After that, he got on the horse.
Long Yang led Lu Liangwei into the paddock, followed by Chu Qi and Chu Jiu.
"Does the emperor want to take me hunting?" Lu Liangwei asked, looking at the arrows in the dragon martingale quiver.
"Have Weiwei ever learned archery?" Long Yang turned around and asked in a warm voice.
(End of chapter)