Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart Chapter 619: Lying on the dragon couch

Until Lu Liangwei lay on the dragon couch, he did not wake up.

Long Yang took off her shoes, covered her with a quilt, watched her for a while, and then got up to go out.

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

She was stunned for a while, and smelled the clear smell that belonged to Long Yang's body between the pillows and quilts, and then realized that she was lying on the dragon couch at this time.

She sat up suddenly.

Hugging the quilt, she was a little dazed, not understanding why she was on Long Yang's couch.

She got up and got out of bed, walked outside, but did not see Long Yang, asked the palace guards outside the door, and found out that Long Yang had gone to the imperial study again.

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

As soon as she returned to Fengyi Palace, she asked Zhuyu to prepare some ingredients, cooked herself, made a few dishes, and asked Chu Jiu to send them to the imperial study.

The Royal Study Room.

Long Yang is indeed busy. He summoned a few courtiers to discuss and arrange some things.

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

"Master, it's time for dinner, let's eat first."

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

"Master, the Empress personally cooked some dishes and asked Ah Jiu to bring them over. Would you like to try them?"

Hearing Zhao Qian's words, Long Yang finally stopped and looked at the food basket in his hand.

Zhao Gan understood, and thought, it really is the queen who can help.

He immediately brought out the food in the food basket.

In an instant, the whole room was filled with a strong vegetable aroma.

Several courtiers swallowed their saliva.

The queen can cook?

They were a little surprised.

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

"Yes, I'm waiting to leave." Several courtiers suppressed the feeling of hunger, saluted respectfully, and retreated.

After they left, Long Yang got up and walked to the table where the dishes were placed.

"Hey, 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 content clearly, his hand was empty, and Long Yang had already snatched it.

Your Majesty, no matter how busy you are, you must have a good meal and rest early.

——Wei Wei.

Long Yang looked at the beautiful characters on the paper, feeling extremely happy in his heart, and even his physical exhaustion disappeared.

He sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat gracefully.

Seeing this, Zhao Qian heaved a sigh of relief.

Thanks to the Queen.

Otherwise, no one can persuade the busy master.

Thinking, he secretly glanced at his master, it seems that the master has no time to find the queen tonight, but the tonic soup can still be drunk.

He scooped up a bowl of soup, placed it respectfully in Long Yang's hand, and said courteously: "Master, this soup is made by the queen, drink it while it's hot."

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

After eating it, I felt that the taste was quite good, so I drank a few more sips.

"What kind of soup is this?" Hearing that Wei Wei cooked the soup himself, he asked with some interest.

Seeing that he drank a bowl, Zhao Gan was secretly delighted. Hearing this, he didn't even think about it, so he just said: "The imperial dining room has been cooking soup all afternoon, and it's called..." The voice stopped abruptly, and he came to his senses Zhao Gan, in a cold sweat, stammered, "It's Ge, Bian, Tang, it should, it should be called that."