Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 217 is not too small for him.

Because if they had the hell, they won the leader, not only can they embrace the beauty, but they can also become the son-in-law of the Palace of the Earthquake. The temptation is too great, and it weakens the problem of time for a while.

Someone took the lead, and soon more people flocked to Steward Wang.

"Come slowly, one by one, in order, don't squeeze." Seeing that more and more people came, Steward Wang had to shout loudly.

But soon, many people were shaken down.

"Isn't it that you only test the strength and character? How can you judge people by their appearance?"

Some people who were shaved off immediately yelled unconvincedly.

"My lady, Chen Yu, and geese, although I don't want the future uncle to have a similar face, but at the very least, it can't be a crooked melon and a date." Wang steward sneered unceremoniously.

The man was speechless and left in a hurry.

Behind the ring, Zhuyu peeked in front of him for a few moments, turned his head, and said excitedly towards Lu Liang, "Miss, there are so many people here."

Lu Liang was slightly unmoved.

The second lady of the Zhenguo Gongfu, although her character is not good, she has noble status and good looks, so she is naturally attracted by the greedy and **** people.

Long Yang's attitude last night made her understand that it was impossible for her to recruit a husband.

Therefore, she did not hold up hope in today's arena competition.

She sighed faintly.

It is not that Long Martingale is not good, in fact, he is good, leaving his emperor status aside, she cannot deny that she actually admires him very much.

But he happened to be the emperor.

She never thought that she could attract his attention.

She originally just wanted to help him detoxify and let him get rid of his too short life span, of course, she also had a purpose.

Her goal was to make Long Chi's dog not an emperor, and to let Lu Yunshuang's ambitions fail.

She didn't know what went wrong, why did Long Yang think about her?

Long Yang is thirty years old this year, and her body is only fifteen years old. Although it is not yet fully opened, isn't it too young for him?

The difference between the two was fifteen years old, and they were more than one round older.

Of course, she didn't dislike him for being older than herself. In fact, she was 22 years old in her previous life. Although she was wearing a fifteen-year-old body, she had already matured.

She doesn't think that a 30-year-old man is old, but instead thinks that 30 is the most attractive age for a man.

Whether it's experience or temperament, it is not the kind that young people can compare.

What made her care about was his emperor status.

She is not unmarried, if Long Yang was an ordinary person, she would be happy to marry him.

But he happened to be the emperor.

The emperor represents the six houses of San Gong and three thousand beauties.

Although Long Martingale's harem is not so exaggerated at the moment, there are only four concubines, but it is enough to deter her.

After she sighed again, Zhu Yu couldn't help but whispered: "Miss, are you worried about last night?"

She was actually a little strange, thinking that after what happened last night, today's ring to recruit relatives must be cancelled.

However, the recruitment is still the same, and the young lady is still here.

She didn't understand what the young lady was thinking?

Lu Liang shook his head slightly, "It's okay, don't think too much."

Zhuyu wrinkled her face.

The young lady sighed several times. How could it be okay?

The young lady must be worried about the emperor's affairs, right?

She felt uncomfortable in her heart, but she did not dare to tell the old lady.

Amidst the sighs of the master and servant, the registration is nearing the end, and the steward Wang has temporarily taken the table away.

Although it is a competition to recruit relatives, not everyone can compete in the arena.

Steward Wang carefully screened the candidates.

Finally, after finalizing the number of people, the contest began to recruit relatives.

(End of this chapter)