Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 15 Where is such courage?

Lu Liangwei was not scared by him. After speaking, he straightened his back and looked at Long Marting with pitch-black eyes.

Those are extremely beautiful eyes. When looking at others, they seem to be filled with stars, which are especially shining and moving.

Long Yang was silent, and the only one who dared to look directly at him like this was Miss Lu Er.

Obviously she is just a fifteen-year-old girl, so how can she be so courageous?

Thinking of her hanging herself for the prince, is it because she spared her life, so everything is fearless?

Long Yang was meditating, listening to the little girl in a crisp voice, and continued: "If the court lady had not diagnosed wrongly, the emperor's disease should be caused by some toxin. It was poisoned by the emperor when he was young.

These poisons were not cleaned up at the time, and slowly accumulated and transformed. Now they are approaching your heart. If you do not control them, the poison will soon invade your viscera. When the time comes, there will be a fairy goddess, and it will not be restored. Up. "

As soon as he said this, Zhao Gan stared at her in horror.

Others didn't understand, he followed the master for a long time, but it was clear.

When the emperor was a child, he was indeed poisoned, but the poison was not an overbearing poison, so it could not kill people at once.

But it was very tricky to remove it. At that time, the power of the entire Taiyuan Hospital could not remove the poison in the master's body.

Over time, the poison slowly damaged the master's dragon body.

I can't tell from the outside, but every time the master gets sick, he is very difficult and desperate to live!

"thump!"

The sound of knees hitting the ground shocked several people in the study.

"Zhao Gan!" Long Yang reacted first, staring at him with a cold expression.

This time, Zhao Gan seemed to have eaten the guts of a bear heart and a leopard, and turned a deaf ear to what the master said.

He kowtowed at Lu Liang, "Miss Lu Er, please also save our master!"

Lu Liang looked at him for a while.

The **** was so excited, it seemed she was right.

"What's the matter with Director Zhao? As long as the emperor believes in the courtiers, the courtiers will naturally die."

Hearing this, Zhao Gan immediately turned his head to look at Long Martingale, and bit the bullet and said: "Master, Miss Lu Er is still young, and she was eager to save people just now, so she offended the master, and asked the master to give her a chance to make up for her merits."

Lu Tingchen suddenly let out a sigh of relief when he saw him pleading.

When the emperor was young, Zhao Gan followed him and served him, and for many years he was even more loyal.

Although Zhao Qian is an eunuch, he has more weight than what he said.

Sure enough, Long Yang glanced at Zhao Qian, frowned slightly, pursing his lips, and there was a thin anger between his eyebrows.

He also knelt down on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. With his pitch-black eyes, he quietly looked at Long Yang without saying anything.

Long Yang glanced at him, "Even you believe, what Miss Lu Er?"

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he walked a few steps forward, stretched out his hand to pull the corner of his robe, and when he raised his head, there was a certain hope in his dark eyes, "It's already like that. Believe her once, why not?"

Lu Tingchen also knelt down on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, and the last trace of worry in his heart also disappeared.

Although he was only fourteen on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he was superb in martial arts. At a young age, he was already the emperor's personal guard, and he was in charge of the guard of the emperor's palace.

It is said that on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the emperor came back from the war zone. For many years, he was raised by his side, and he personally passed on his martial arts, saying that he was a monarch, but in fact it was more like a father and son.

If it weren’t for the surname of Long in the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the emperor would have appointed him as the prince. How could there be Long Chi?!

(End of this chapter)