Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1732 Long Martingale's Helplessness

"What do you want to say?" He was aware of the seventh day and asked slowly.

Jill shook her head. Just about to say something, she suddenly "vomited" and quickly covered her mouth, pushed him away, and rushed out of the carriage.

His complexion changed on the seventh day, and he chased him out quickly.

Jill was already squatting on the side of the road, retching violently.

After vomiting last time, she fell asleep without eating, and could not vomit anything at all.

But the feeling of writhing in her stomach made her want to vomit desperately.

At this time, the man's palm was pressed against his back, and he patted gently.

Jill finally didn't vomit, but the whole person was a little collapsed.

I want to stand up, but my feet are soft.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, she quickly hugged her up and said anxiously: "What's wrong with you, Jill, are you sick?"

Jill was about to answer, but when he saw the person next to the carriage, his body instantly stiffened, and then he started to shake, and his eyes showed uncontrollable fear.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, she noticed her strangeness and followed her gaze, her eyes darkened.

"Jill, the emperor..."

"I don't want to listen, I don't want to see him..." Jill suddenly struggled violently, shouting out of control, "You let me go!"

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the heartache was so hard that he hugged her tightly, "Jill, don't be like this, he is your father..."

"Woo..." Jill wept bitterly.

Long Yang's steps came to a halt abruptly, his whole body was as heavy as lead, and breathing was a little difficult.

Although he had expected that Jill didn't want to see him, when he saw that Jill really hated him so much, he still felt very uncomfortable and painful in his heart.

Seeing his daughter crying bitterly, his heart also hurts, not knowing what to do.

However, all of this was caused by him.

He sighed long, and finally walked to Jill who was out of control.

He raised his hand, trying to touch her hair, but when he touched her disgusting gaze, he paused and put his hand down.

He was silent, with love in his eyes, "Jill, I know, you don't want to see me now. If that's the case, then I will go first. You don't hurt yourself."

Jill's eyes fell hollow, and she was tightly held in her arms on the seventh day of the day, her body still trembling lightly.

When Long Yang saw this, his eyes darkened, he sighed, and gave orders to Qi Heng and others to let them stay, and he would return to the capital first.

The seventh day of the seventh lunar month quickly persuaded: "The emperor should wait until dawn before leaving."

"Nothing." Long Yang shook his head and exhorted, "Jil's safety is up to you. You must **** her back to Beijing safely. Her mother is still looking forward to her return."

"I know. Then you should be more careful on the road!" Unable to persuade him on the seventh day, he said instead with concern.

"Well, so are you. I don't think Ji'er is very comfortable. There is a small town in front of you. Take Jier to find an inn to take a rest." Long Marting said, he got on the horse brought by the guard.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, when he saw him getting on the horse, his body swayed and he was very worried.

In the past two months, in order to find Jill, the emperor has also been restless and has not rested well. At this time, I am afraid that his body has reached its limit.

He ordered several guards around Long Martingale: "You must protect the emperor."

"I'll know, the general and the princess take care." The guards said, and turned on their horses.

Long Yang left most of the guards, only a few with him.

He sat on the horse, looked back at Jill in the arms of the seventh day of the month, and saw that she had never looked at herself, showing how much she hated herself.

He was extremely sad, but he had no choice but to leave her words uncomfortable. He finally pulled the reins and galloped away.

A team of men and horses quickly disappeared into the night.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he looked back and saw that although Jill had calmed down, his eyes were hollow, his face was pale, and his face was full of residual tears, which made him feel distressed and worried.

(End of this chapter)