Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

The cavalry is getting closer to the Imperial Palace.

Lingxiao is a man of Xi Wu's good eyesight, and at a glance he looked at the one who was crowded in the middle.

He glanced over and glanced at a pair of delightful eyes.

Eyes look like paint, bright and clear.

The young man, surrounded by people in the center, wrapped a white fox joe in his body, and the broad fur collar made that little white face smaller and smaller.

Her lips were red and teeth were white, her eyebrows were sophisticated, her nose was a little red, and she could see which young master she had been raised by.

Is this the little emperor?

Thinking about it, the little emperor seems to be 16 years old.

Look at him now, say that he can be 14 years old, he looks like a child without growing up, no wonder Princess Ann pressed down on him without a kiss.

Doesn't look like a family starter.

I couldn't help but laugh.

As you can see, the horse has come close.

As he pulled the rope, the horse under his crotch made a long noise, and his front hoof rose high, almost standing upright.

Zhao's eyes were all shining out: handsome!

Ling rolled back to get off the horse, and hundreds of first-hand guards followed the movement neatly down the horse.

“Surprised to meet His Majesty. Long live His Majesty! Long live His Majesty! ”

“Ladies and gentlemen, long live His Majesty! Long live His Majesty! ”

The sergeant who came down on the battlefield asked Ann to bow down, and also brought his own unwavering blood.

There was even a slight tremor among the younger servants.

Zhao was even happier.

That's what warriors are for! Only in the battlefield!

Without saying anything, she walked up and lifted the roller herself: "General, please rise.” Meanwhile, let the general behind you stand up in his own hands.

Despite the blockade of the Auxiliary Duke, everyone preferred to call him the Grand General.

Lingxiao just felt that, looking closer, the little emperor looked smaller.

Only to his shoulder position, the whole person wrapped in a cape thin and small.

It seems that the rumors of infirmity are good.

He was a little worried when he thought about it: His Majesty did not know if he could stand it, and now Daqi would not suffer another blow.

He briefly reported to Azhao that the 200,000 troops he had brought back could not have come with him to the capital. They were all stationed dozens of miles outside the capital, awaiting orders from the court.

The return of the army to the Dynasty was also a deterrent -- let the clubs, who were so foolish, rest in peace.

Zhao listened particularly seriously, constantly nodded his head. In the eyes of a cat who looked over, it was the color of worship.

On the one hand, I find it interesting, and on the other, I'm a little worried —— for a monarch, it's not good to be angry like this.

When he returned, Azhao sat in the royal palace, riding his horse next to him.

Zhao's body was already empty and he got up early. After seeing the male lead, he got excited for a while. He sat on the Imperial Palace and was comfortable. He came up in a hurry.

She leaned against the soft cushion and fell asleep confused.

At the gate of the palace, the horse rolled down.

As previously instructed, although the first emperor had just died and could not hold a palace feast, Azhao had to personally receive the wind for the general.

So Lingxiao did not leave, but waited for Zhao's command.

However, there has been no movement in the royal palace.

“Your Grace?” The palacemen shouted softly.

No response.

In a hurry, he lifted the curtain without regard for his superiority.

Right on the eye is a little emperor who slept upside-down.

Lingxiao: “...”

He put the curtain down and coughed softly at the worried Lake Yu: “Your Majesty is resting, go straight to the Purple Palace. ”