Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 619 Lying on the Dragon Couch

Until Lu Liang was lying on the dragon couch, he did not wake up.

Long Yang took off her shoes and covered her with a quilt. After watching her for a while, he got up and went out.

...

When Lu Liang woke up from sleep, it was already dark outside.

She was stunned, and smelled the clean smell between the pillows, which was unique to Long Yang's body, and then realized that she was lying on the dragon couch at this time.

She sat up to her head.

Holding the quilt, a little at a loss, don't understand how he would be on Longyang's couch.

She got up and got out of the bed and walked outside. She didn't see Long Yang. After asking the palace guards outside the door, she knew that Long Yang had gone to the Imperial Study Room again.

Thinking about his father and brother's expedition tomorrow, knowing that Long Marting should have a lot of things to arrange at this time, so he didn't bother him anymore, but went straight back to Fengyi Palace.

As soon as she returned to Fengyi Palace, she asked Zhuyu to prepare some ingredients, cooked it herself, made a few dishes, and sent them to the Imperial Study Room on the 9th day of the month.

Yushufang.

Long Yang was indeed busy. He summoned several courtiers to discuss the deployment of some things.

At this time, Zhao Gan came in with a food basket.

"Master, it's time to order, let's eat first."

Long Yang ignored him and continued to discuss matters with his courtiers.

"Master, the Queen Mother personally cooked a few dishes and asked Ah Jiu to deliver them. Can you try?"

Hearing what Zhao Gan said, Long Yang finally stopped and looked at the food basket in his hand.

Zhao Qianxin understood it, and said that, as expected, the queen is still useful.

He immediately brought out the dishes in the food basket.

Suddenly, the whole room was filled with a strong aroma of vegetables.

Several courtiers swallowed.

The queen still cooks?

They were a little surprised.

"You are hungry too, go down to eat first, and come back later." At this moment, the emperor spoke.

"Yes, the courtiers retired." Several courtiers suppressed the feeling of hunger, and after saluting respectfully, they retreated.

After waiting for people to withdraw, Long Yang got up and walked to the table where the dishes were placed.

"Huh, what is this?" Zhao Ganbu finished the meal, and when he saw a note in the basket, he picked it up in surprise.

However, before he could read the contents clearly, his hands were empty, and Long Marting had been taught to take it.

The emperor, no matter how busy you are, you must eat well and rest early.

--slight.

Looking at the graceful fonts on the paper, Long Yang felt extremely happy in his heart, and even his physical exhaustion disappeared.

He sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and ate his meal gracefully.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Gan was very relieved.

Thanks to the queen.

Otherwise, no one can persuade the busy master.

Thinking, he secretly glanced at his master, and tonight it seemed that the master had no time to go to the queen, but he could still drink the soup.

He started to scoop a bowl of soup, put it respectfully on Long Martingale's hand, and said politely: "Master, this soup is made by the queen. You can drink it while it is hot."

Hearing this, Long Yang picked it up and took a sip.

After the entrance, I felt that the taste was quite good, so I took a few more sips.

"What kind of soup is this?" He heard that Weiwei had cooked the soup himself, he asked with some interest.

When Zhao Gan saw him drinking a bowl, he was overjoyed. He heard the words, without thinking about it, and said: "The soup in the imperial kitchen has been boiled for the whole afternoon, called..." The voice stopped abruptly, Zhao Gan, who reacted. The cold sweat came out, and he stammered, "It's leather, stool, soup, it should be called this."

(End of this chapter)