Seeing Zhao Qian's excited reaction, Lu Liang was slightly stunned before he came to his senses.
Long Yang was the emperor, and she suddenly asked for the emperor's blood. This request fell on their ears and was simply disrespectful to the emperor.
What's more, taking blood requires cutting the skin.
In normal times, no one was allowed to wear swords in front of the emperor, except for his close bodyguards and the commander of the Royal Forest Army, just in case someone wanted to assassinate the emperor.
When she rashly proposed to take blood, Zhao Qian reacted like that, and even the way he looked at her changed.
She raised her eyes to look at the emperor and saw that he did not show any anger. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and explained: "I just want to check through the blood to see what kind of poison you have, so that I can prescribe the right medicine." .”
When Zhao Qian heard this, he frowned and felt that Miss Lu was really a little arrogant.
She clearly relied on her master's attitude towards her to be different from others, so she had no scruples.
Lin Yuanzheng has been treating his master for so many years, but he has never made such an excessive request, but she, a girl, dares to be so presumptuous.
He was about to scold her, but saw that his master showed no anger at all.
"How many do you want?" Surprisingly, Long Yang's tone was particularly gentle.
"It doesn't take much, maybe this cup is enough." Lu Liangwei picked up the small porcelain cup on the table and made a gesture.
Zhao Qian's eyes widened. How much blood would the master have to bleed after such a drink
Just as he was about to scold her, he heard his master order: "Zhao Qian, get the dagger."
"Master..." Zhao Qian wanted to stop him, but Long Yang glanced at him and swallowed the words immediately, "Yes."
Soon, Zhao Qian presented a dagger to Long Yang.
Long Yang took it and saw Lu Liangwei standing there, his thin lips pursed, "Lu Liangwei, why don't you come over and continue?"
Lu Liangwei took the cup and stepped forward as instructed.
With the knife in his hand, Long Yang made a clean cut on his palm.
"Master!" Zhao Qian exclaimed, and his already pale face turned even paler.
Long Yang ignored him, and bright red blood immediately flowed out from the palm where the knife had cut it.
Lu Liangwei quickly used a cup to catch the dripping blood.
She glanced at the emperor secretly, but unexpectedly ran into his dark and deep eyes.
Those eyes were inscrutable, with a hint of scrutiny at this time.
She was startled and immediately lowered her gaze.
Thinking of how he had called her by his first and last name just now, I thought, could he be angry
In the past, he always called her Miss Lu Er...
When the blood was almost gone, she took out a bottle of medicinal powder from her purse and sprinkled it on his wound. Then she took a clean handkerchief and tied it on his hand.
Her actions were very natural and coherent.
Long Yang looked at the wrapped palm, with an imperceptible faint smile appearing in his eyes.
"I didn't expect Miss Lu Er to bring these things with her."
Lu Liangwei was packing up the medicine bottles. When he heard this, a look of annoyance flashed across his pretty face. He quickly grabbed Long Yang's hand and took off the veil.
"Your Majesty, you have overstepped your bounds. Please let Lin Yuanzheng bandage you."
The soft little hand suddenly covered the back of the hand, making Long Yang startled for a moment.
He lowered his eyes.
The girl's slender white fingers were placed on the back of his hand, looking unusually small.
He had never known that a woman's hands were so soft and small, so he couldn't help but take a second look.
But soon, he came back to his senses and gently avoided her movements.
(End of chapter)