Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 545 My happiness is all on you

Seeing Ling Lihua's true face, there were no waves in Long Yang's eyes.

He had seen her as early as when he was young.

In the eyes of everyone, he might think that the mature Ling Lihua is more charming, but he does not think so.

In his eyes, the slight beauty is unique, not glamorous and unassuming, he thinks it is just right.

He prefers the calm beauty of Wei Wei.

Lu Liangwei saw everyone looking at his mother, as if he had been hooked away. He was amused, but he took it for granted.

Her mother is really beautiful.

As a woman, she couldn't help but feel a little tempted when she saw her mother's beauty. No wonder her father has been obsessed with her mother for more than ten years.

"Mother, take a look, they are all lost by your beauty," she joked, holding Ling Lihua's arm.

"Poor mouth!" Ling Lihua squeezed her face, the icy distance in her eyes, because she saw the pair of children, she added a bit of warmth.

"Go, let's go in." She took her daughter's hand, raised her foot, and walked towards the backyard.

Lu Tingchen touched his nose, feeling that he was picked up by his mother.

But so, he was still unwilling to fall behind, and hurriedly chased after him, "Mother, wait for me."

Lu Liangwei heard this, and then remembered Long Yang, and hurriedly turned around and waved at him, "The emperor will come in soon."

"Yeah." When Long Yang saw this, his heart was depressed and lightened a little.

This girl still remembers him!

Looking at Ling Lihua who was walking away, on the first day of the new year, she suddenly felt hot under her nose, and some warm liquid came out.

He raised his hand and he almost died when he saw the red blood on the back of his hand.

"What's wrong with me? Is it poisoned?" He grabbed Zhao Gan's hand in a panic, a little Liushen.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Gan slapped him on the top of his head, "It's really amazing, isn't it just a nosebleed, and he can't die."

On the first day of the first day of the month, he was startled, his head tilted back, and within a short while, the blood stopped flowing.

Zhao Gan shook his head and sighed, "The first day of the first day, the first day of the year, do you think that a woman wants to be crazy, and when you see a beauty, you can't help but have a nosebleed. Do you want me to say something to the master for you and pick a few palace ladies? Give you?"

When he heard the words, his eyes brightened, and he hurriedly held his hand, "Ms. Zhao, the little happiness is all tied to you."

Zhao Gan pulled his hand back, wiped his clothes with disgust, then said: "Look at your good points."

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't care, but eagerly beat him up, "In the past few days, Manager Zhao has been busy with his work, and he must be exhausted. The younger one will beat you back."

Zhao Gan glanced at him, and it was considered useful, then sat down on the chair comfortably and pointed to his left shoulder, "Here."

"Good!" Chu Yi hurriedly beat his left shoulder.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, holding the sword, watching the actions of the two, some could not stand it, and raised his foot into the backyard.

Entering the backyard, Lu Liangwei saw that Lin Qingyuan had also come.

Lin Qingyuan was wearing an apron and was coming out of the kitchen. Seeing Lu Liangwei's unexpected appearance, she curled her lips, "Why, when you become a queen, you don't recognize the citizens?"

Lu Liang sneered slightly, "Since she claims to be a citizen's daughter, when she sees this palace, don't you kneel and bow?"

"Lu Liangwei, are you serious?" Lin Qingyuan stared.

Lu Liang raised his eyebrows slightly, "What do you think?"

Lin Qingyuan bit her lip, pulled her skirt, and then knelt down towards her, "See you..."

"Okay, I was joking with you." Lu Liang laughed slightly and pulled her back.

Lin Qingyuan was about to say something. When she saw Long Martingale coming in behind her, she quickly broke free of Lu Liangwei's hand and knelt down towards him, "The courtier sees the emperor."

(End of this chapter)