Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

After a long silence, the emperor on the throne slowly opened his mouth:

“Sir, do you think my previous disposition was wrong? ”

The low voice is like a thunder, sounding in everyone's ears.

The waiter's heart is not good. If he is unconscious, he must kneel and beg for sin.

But the emperor's next words nailed him to death:

“Aiqing taught me so much, why not teach me well, how can I be this emperor? ”

Samurai kneeled softly and pounded to his knees.

It wasn't just him, the ministers in the hall shouted and knelt down.

Some clever priests have guessed in their hearts that His Majesty will most likely be angry.

But no one expected His Majesty to be so angry.

Even such heartfelt words were spoken.

“Take it down.” Huizong closed his eyes and spoke softly.

Take it down, take it where, take what, nobody dares think about it.

However, everyone knows that after this incident, this swallow will no longer have the figure of this waiter.

The waiter knew he was finished, and he subconsciously looked at himself against the mountain.

Blessed King stood there with no expression, never even looked at him.

Samurai was cold in his heart and knew that he was mostly abandoned.

But he didn't dare say much, because his wife was pinched in the hand and he just drowned his head.

Samurai was taken down by the guards, and no one dared speak much more.

Zhao Yi looked at the man on the dragon chair.

He underestimated the position of King Yan in his father's heart.

He knew very well that Huizong was really angry not because the waiter was smart, but because of his suggestion to assign King Yan to guard the Imperial Mausoleum.

Whittier can't.

Even if he knew in his heart that Yan Wang cursed himself to die sooner, he couldn't help but really scrap his life.

Zhao Yi lowered his head and squeezed his sleeve fist tightly together.

He's jealous.

This royal family is supposed to be heartless.

King Yan and Huizong, such ridiculous father-son affair, should not exist at all.

Why, what no one else can get, just Zhao Yan?

Wait, he'll prove it with action.

Ruthlessness is the normal way of getting along.

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Cold House small courtyard.

Zhao and Zhao Xiao are having lunch.

Obviously, the previous meal of the King of Beiding worked.

Lunch for the two of us can already be described as exquisite and rich compared to yesterday.

Two dishes, one soup, one vegetarian, fresh ingredients, plenty of ingredients.

Though unparalleled by the past two people, it's already a rare dish for those in the Cold House.

Leaving aside the rest, the cook in the royal dining room, even if he is a fighter, is not comparable to the average person.

Zhao was quite happy to eat.

Zhao Xiao looked at the satisfied party, but his heart was a little complicated.

Especially knowing that Zhao Yingxin felt sorry for her after she came to the Cold Palace to suffer for herself.

“Princess, I made you suffer.” He said softly.

Zhao was drinking soup. He heard this speech without a head at first. He was somewhat confused and looked at Zhao Xuan with a pair of dark eyes.

But she quickly remembered her own personal setup, put down the bowl in her hand, and said softly: "I chose this for myself, and it was not painful. ”

Zhao Yan automatically translated this as: I am willing to suffer with you.

He was even more moved at once. He was about to say some more soft words, but Zhao suddenly said:

“Zhao Yan, you didn't do the sorcery thing, I know it. ”

Zhao Yingyi.

It was the first time that two people had come to the Cold House to talk about it.