Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Yuhu heard that His Majesty was only asleep and was relieved.

The royal court proceeded quietly for two minutes and stopped at the entrance of the palace.

Zhao needs to wake up now.

Lake Yu jumped over and shouted softly.

“Mm--”

Rising aside, listen, the sleepy little emperor who seems to have a slight response and looks at the ground with no expression on his face - can such a milky little emperor really sustain this Nova Empire?

He's a little worried.

It happened that the autumn breeze blew through and the curtains were lifted by the wind.

The rolling consciousness looked over at the Imperial Palace and saw a little emperor rubbing his eyes.

Sleepy little emperor.

Kind of cute.

A Zhao patted his face and lowered his temple. He saw a man standing still as if he were loose.

Grand General Daqi is calm in colour and has a steady and sombre temperament. He is extremely reliable at first glance.

She came together very enthusiastically and grabbed the rolling arm without saying a word: “The General followed me. ”

"Your Majesty, this is... irregular. ”

Zhao stunned, his subconscious voice said: “I… I heard that it has always been a good word to travel with the Kingslayer. Is this, General, unwilling to be close to me? ”

Lingxiao hastily said no.

A Zhao sighed and said: “The first emperor once told me that the great general is the beam of the country, the master of the brachial stock, so let me rely more on the great general. Again, you are the auxiliary duke of the first Emperor Qin Feng, equivalent to half my elders. I... admire you. ”

Zhao was right. Although she is now in the emperor's throne, she is not always obedient to the lower dynasty.

She has to hug her thighs.

Besides, Rolling is still the male lead, which is his own thigh, not hugging white.

Lingxiao listened to her for a moment “I” for a moment “I”, obviously has not yet adapted to the transformation of identity.

Seeing the little emperor pulling his sleeve again, he couldn't help but look a little sparse.

The Wujiang family of the Lingjia Generation, let alone the son of the family, is the daughter's house, since childhood, also dance knife to make guns, a pair of refreshing.

Where have you ever seen such a white bun?

He was stunned and laughed: "Since His Majesty likes it, his servants take it personally. ”

It is actually too early to say that there is a reception.

No one throws a banquet in the morning.

Zhao entered the palace with a rolling roll. “The general hasn't used breakfast yet, let's eat first. ”

Naturally, Lingxiao would not refuse, and he was already starving.

Shortly after the immortal death of the first emperor, the palace was full of vegetarian food and no alcohol.

But even vegetarian dishes are perfectly perfumed and have a big appetite.

Zhaomei stared and ate: two pancakes, two bowls of porridge and six buns.

And it doesn't mean anything by reluctance.

Using a seven-point fill, Lingxiao looked up and saw his emperor shocked.

He didn't understand: "Your Majesty? ”

Zhao blinked and swallowed his saliva: "Is the general eating enough? ”

Lingxiao reached out and grabbed another bag: “Almost there. ”

Zhao: “...”

She suddenly said, “Yuhu, put a bowl of chopsticks for me. ”

She touched her stomach and mumbled: “Looking at the general's meal, I feel hungry too. ”

Yuhu was delighted that Yangyang had put a bowl of chopsticks on it. When he saw that Azhao had used a small half bowl of porridge and two crystal buns, he looked at the saviour with a glimpse.

Their Majesty!

His Majesty, who never had an appetite for food, asked to eat!

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Zhao: Look at the general, let's eat!

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