Chapter 169 Long Yang Is Standing Behind Him

"Old man?" Lu Liang sneered slightly, looked him up and down, and couldn't see how he could be called an old man, but—

She looked at him with a smile, "Director Zhao should be about the same age as the emperor, right? If you are an old man, what is the emperor?"

Director Zhao's expression froze, and he suddenly thought of a terrible question.

He immediately shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, I'm not old at all. Our master is even more young and strong. It was when he was in his prime, even younger than an eighteen-year-old boy."

Lu Liang looked at him strangely.

I don't understand why he suddenly explained so eagerly?

Is Long Yang young?

He is only 30 years old. In modern times, he is indeed very young. It is the golden age. His status is noble, mature, handsome, and charming, and he will definitely attract countless little girls.

But here is ancient...

In ancient times, at the age of 30, under normal circumstances, a son could marry a wife and have children. If it weren't for an accident, Long Yang would have already become a grandfather...

"Director Zhao, you are exaggerating. Although the emperor is not old, but..." But he is younger than an eighteen-year-old boy? This is too bullshit.

Lu Liang secretly complained.

Director Zhao naturally heard the unfinished meaning in her words, and couldn't help sweating profusely.

"Where is it exaggerated, it is not exaggerated at all, our master..."

"Zhao Gan!"

Suddenly, a voice colder than Bingxue suddenly sounded behind him, causing Zhao Gan to stop immediately.

When I turned around, I saw that the master was standing by the gate of Longqian Palace at some point, and his eyes were lightly looking at this side.

Zhao Gan's heart sank slightly. When he was discussing his age with Miss Lu Er here just now, I wonder if he heard it?

Zhao Gan's heart was suddenly heavy, and his heart was even colder, "The slave is here!"

Hearing Long Yang's voice suddenly, Lu Liangwei was also taken aback.

Probably because she complained about her age in her heart just now, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Lu Liangwei, come here."

Just when Lu Liangwei felt guilty, the man's voice sounded again, this time calling for her.

Lu Liangwei didn't dare to be negligent, so he trotted over quickly, stood under the steps, and looked up at him.

When she got closer, she realized that the man's crow-feather-black temple hair was actually a little wet. There were also a few tiny drops of water on his eyebrows, and his face was a little damp, as if water had been splashed on his face just now.

He stood there, and his whole body seemed to be enveloped by a cold breath like ice and snow, which made people feel suffocated.

Lu Liang felt slightly uncomfortable.

Seeing that he was looking down at her slightly, the emotions in his eyes were deep and complicated, making people incomprehensible.

Lu Liang calmed down slightly, seeing that he had been silent for a long time, he couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty?"

Seeing the girl's cautious look, Long Yang regained his senses and tried to slow down his voice, "Don't you want to give me a diagnosis?"

"Oh, yes." Lu Liangwei reacted, and quickly stepped up the steps, "Then let's go in."

After that, she quickly passed him and ran inside.

In a hurry, she forgot again that in front of the emperor, she could not pass him and walk in front.

Looking at the girl who ran in, Long Yang's face was soaked in coldness, and a helpless smile suddenly flashed across his face, "Sure enough, she's still a little girl!"

He didn't stay for too long, but before entering, he asked the imperial guards outside the door to withdraw, and then said without turning his head, "You don't need to say more.