Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

After breakfast, Azhao dragged Ling to the royal study.

Retreat everyone, A Zhao looks at the rolling: “General, can I trust you? ”

The sky is rolling.

He had never heard such a direct dialogue.

However, he hesitated for a moment and bowed his head, kneeling straight down: “I wish to paint the floor of His Majesty's liver and brain, I will not regret it! ”

“Okay!” Zhao stretched his hand and lifted him.

“General, please rise. ”

She carefully took out one thing and handed it to the roller.

Unknown, so when I opened the wooden box in my hand and saw what was in it, I almost didn't get down on my knees again: the one in the wooden box was a tiger charm!

By law, if His Majesty wishes to see a tiger, he may command the armies of the world.

Lingxiao just feels his hand is hot in the Middle East: “Your Majesty, this tiger... please keep it. ”

Azhao shook his head: “I can mobilize the army as soon as I am close to him. This tiger symbol is in my hands and cannot be used. I want to give it to someone who truly trusts me. ”

Truly trusted people, shocked by the rolling hearts.

He doesn't understand, but he sees how the Cintiq trusts himself so much.

But it cannot be denied that his heart is boiling with it.

How glorious is it to be trusted by a king to die as a knower and a subordinate of the ancients?

Zhao walked up to him, pressed his hand and tightened it.

The cold tiger charm stuck in his palm, while his back was surrounded by a warm palm.

Azhao discovered something embarrassing - his body was truly sophisticated and he couldn't even hold the male master's hand.

No, it's not that you can't do it, it's that you can only hold half of it!

However, this does not affect her pretending to be forced: “General, I put my trust and life on you. ”

Lingxiao felt blood rushing over his head.

He looked at Zhao and said, “Don't worry, Your Majesty! Your Majesty's heart must be forgiven! ”

Zhao nodded satisfactorily, consciously the male owner's golden thigh has been held in his arms.

After all, in the original plot, Lingxiao is a serious and old-fashioned figure to some stubborn and unchanging, with a strong sense of loyalty.

Even a dog emperor like Prince Bochan is dedicated to his work, not to mention a good emperor who trusts his people? Zhao wore a tall hat to himself in a very shameless way.

The monarch chatted in the study for a long time.

Until Yuhu reported outside the royal study that the feast was about to begin.

Said to pick up the feast, because Guo Xiao, no dancing, no drinking, no banqueting in the palace.

In fact, Zhao summoned several hearts and minds or high-powered sons to chat.

Lingxiao's associate father-in-law, Bochang Waiting, was among these ministers.

His Majesty did not arrive until all the ministers in this room were almost there.

For a while, everyone stood up in front of the table.

“Sincerely, sire, sire, sire! ”

Zhao waved his hand and sat at the top.

She didn't miss the sight of the ministers when she walked in with the rollers.

There's pride, there's disdain for the emperor, and there's really not much respect for the emperor.

She watched as the roller headed to the first position on her right hand side and suddenly coughed softly:

“Somebody, sit down for the general. ”

Rolling motion, looking at her indissolubly.

An inner waiter lifted an old-fashioned seat in front of the emperor and placed it in a slightly shorter position beside the emperor.