Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 809 was trembling with excitement

Wanyan Jin nodded lightly, with a faint smile on his lips, "I have work."

The official of the Ministry of Etiquette stayed.

Didn’t I say that Yan Jin is sinister and cunning, ambitious, and very vicious, how can he be different from the person in front of him? On the contrary, it feels very polite.

The official of the Ministry of Etiquette was confused, but did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly made a please gesture, "Please!"

Besides, Lu Hetian rushed back to the Palace of Zhenguo on horseback.

As soon as he stepped into the palace gate, took off his helmet, hugged him in his arms, and walked quickly towards Fanghua Garden.

"Guo Duke." When the servant saw him, he quickly saluted.

Lu Hetian's footsteps suddenly stopped, feeling a little nervous, he paused, and looked at the servant on the side, "Where is the madam?"

The servant replied respectfully: "In Fushoutang."

When Lu Hetian heard the words, he turned around and walked towards Fu Shou Tang.

He had received a letter from his mother long ago.

The letter not only stated that he was slightly pregnant with Long Si, but also what happened in his home after he left.

Lu Yunshuang is not his daughter, and nothing happened between him and Zheng. Lihua has forgiven him.

He doesn't care if Lu Yunshuang is his daughter, he only cares about Lihua.

Lihua forgave him...

Just thinking of this, his heart swelled, his exhaustion was swept away, and his cold features softened.

When he stepped into the courtyard of Fu Shou Tang, his steps suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the woman standing not far away under the eaves of the corridor.

He was afraid that he was dreaming. When he woke up from the dream, Lihua still hated him...

The news that Lu Hetian will be back today has long been passed back to the Palace of the Earthquake.

Therefore, Ling Lihua was a little absent-minded when he was with the old lady today.

The old lady talked to her, but she did not hear clearly.

"Lihua, you can help me meet Ying Shen, it's snowing outside, I won't go out." The old lady said kindly.

Ling Lihua recovered, took the umbrella that Aunt Lan handed him, and left the house.

In fact, the snow had already stopped. Ling Lihua knew that this was an excuse that the old lady deliberately asked her to meet Lu Hetian.

She took the umbrella, and as soon as she went out, she saw the man rushing into the yard.

She breathed and stopped.

After some distance, she still saw the *** in the man's eyes.

She narrowed her eyes, and when she was a little at a loss, she suddenly saw snowflakes floating in the sky, and there was a tendency to get bigger and bigger.

After a while, Lu Hetian's hair and shoulders were covered with snow.

But he didn't feel cold at all. He had a heart, but he had an unusually strong passion.

Seeing him standing still like a stone sculpture, Ling Lihua suppressed the tension in his heart and said in embarrassment, "Why haven't you come in yet?"

After speaking, thinking of the umbrella in his hand, he immediately opened up, went down the steps, and greeted the past.

A smile suddenly appeared on Lu Hetian's hard face, and he walked towards her quickly.

Ling Lihua put the umbrella on his head, her eyes dodged, but she did not dare to look at him.

Lu Hetian took the opportunity to hold her hand and looked at him for an instant.

Ling Lihua was shivered by his cold hands.

He noticed it, and immediately let go of her hand, scratching his head, smiling shyly, "Lihua, are you cold?" But he didn't dare to touch her again.

Ling Lihua gave him a white look, "Of course it's cold standing in the snow."

Lu Hetian reacted with hindsight and smiled stupidly, "I forgot, let's go in now."

Seeing him like this, Ling Lihua pursed her lower lip, and finally smiled in her cold eyes, "Yeah."

(End of this chapter)