Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 228: The Old and Cunning Dragon Martingale

Therefore, this assassin was simply left behind by the master deliberately letting go of water, in order to give himself a chance to get hurt in front of Miss Lu Er, so as to win Miss Lu Er's heart?

Thinking about the twists and turns, Zhao Gan sincerely admired the master.

The master's trick is really high!

Miss Lu Er must be anxious and guilty when she sees her master being injured because of her. In this way, the master will have the opportunity to approach her with integrity.

Because Miss Lu Er also knows medical skills at the same time.

Zhao Gan really admired his master.

Because the master has never coaxed a woman, and doesn't know how to capture Miss Lu Er's heart, it seems that he has been worrying about it in vain. This trick is very useful.

Zhao Qian was relieved.

He thought the game set up today was in vain, but because of the assassin's intrusion, he gave the master a chance instead.

He has to thank these assassins who broke in suddenly, which is a great help.

He felt relieved and let the killer's body be processed before he went to the front yard.

At this time, Lu Liangwei was in the room, treating Long Yang's wounds.

Long Yang sat on the chair, the sleeve on his left hand had been turned up, revealing some hideous wounds.

Lu Liang saw it slightly, frowning.

Although the wound in front of her was not the worst she had ever seen, it was serious when it was wounded on Long Marting.

Long Yang raised her brow slightly astonished when she saw her take out the bottles from her purse.

"Do you still carry these things with you?"

Lu Liang nodded slightly, "Well." Unwilling to speak any more, she skillfully placed all the medicine bottles, and proceeded to treat Long Yang's wounds.

First clean up the wound, sprinkle homemade medicinal powder, and then wrap the wound with gauze.

After doing this, she picked up a bottle from the table, poured a pill out of it, and handed it to Long Martingale.

"This medicine has anti-inflammatory effects, so the emperor should take one quickly."

Long Yang took it, took a look, and listened to the girl's explanation: "This medicine is not poisonous. If the emperor is not worried, I will take some for you."

After that, he must take the pill back from his hand.

Long Yang grabbed her fingers and stared at her quietly with her dark eyes, "I am just a little curious, and I don't doubt your medicine."

Lu Liang's slightly fingertips were suddenly grasped, and just about to move, he released it first.

"water."

"Oh." Lu Liang reacted slightly, ignoring the temperature of his fingertips, and hurried to the table and poured him a cup of warm water.

Long Yang took the water and took the pills.

After Lu Liangwei put the cup back on the table, he warned: "The wound is a bit deep, the emperor must avoid getting water in these few days."

Long Yang nodded and asked: "How do I change the dressing?"

Lu Liang glanced at him slightly, and said to his heart, there are so many imperial doctors in the palace who are exquisite in medical skills, and they can change any imperial doctor.

But when he asked, she had no choice but to ask: "Does the emperor want to live in the imperial residence?"

Long Yang's eyes moved slightly, "Yeah."

"Is there a doctor accompanying me?" Lu Liang asked slightly.

"No." Long Yang was telling the truth, and he didn't plan to live in the imperial residence, so it was naturally impossible to have an imperial doctor accompanying him.

But when she asked, she reminded him.

It's fine to live in Huangzhuang.

"What about you, originally wanted to live in Lujia Biezhuang?" He asked.

Lu Liang shook his head slightly, "No, I'm going back soon, you..."

Thinking of his injury, it is always because of himself. After thinking about it, he said: "Since the emperor is going to live in the imperial estate, I will change the medicine for the emperor tomorrow."

"Will it trouble you too much?" Long Marting's mouth faintly contorted.

(End of this chapter)