Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Historically, in order to show the nobility of the emperor's identity, the side of the dragon chair is uninhabited.

Only during a feast in the palace can the queen, as the wife of the emperor, sit beside the emperor.

But there's only one person left.

As for the prince?

Who would have such a privilege?

"Don't you dare! ”

The ministers down there are also saying things that don't make sense.

In particular, there were two elders of the Three Dynasties who looked at Zhao as if he hated iron and steel. He just didn't blow his nose at her.

Not at all respectful.

A Zhao smiled slightly: “The Grand General is the auxiliary duke of the first emperor, what is the auxiliary country? This is the auxiliary minister established by the Emperor for me. The Great General is a high minister of the country. Why should he dare to take a seat in such a district? ”

She walked to the rolling area herself and tried to pull him to his seat.

Lingxiao was going to make another excuse. Zhao had said in a low voice: “Please also ask the general to help me to use his power.” She gave a color to the direction of all the people in the hall.

The sky looked down at her eyes, and the people looked down.

Today, all of these people have come to Heavy Bench. Although there is no bright, lazy Cintiq, you can still see a little bit of disbelief in the color of the gods.

He was flattered.

That's right.

A ministry of origin, without the education of an Orthodox emperor, without a semi-rooted Cintiq, there is no one to rely on above this temple.

He bowed his head and looked at the teenager who was standing beside him and revealing his prayers.

A delicate and habitual teenager, with a hint of wandering colour in his divine colour (A Zhao: I did not! Poor thing.

Lingtong, Zhang mouth, tone: “Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace! ”

That's the deal.

Knowing that this man was plotting to play Yang, he took advantage of his steady position, but Ling Wan was willing to go in.

Probably because the little emperor is so bright and upright with his tricks, isn't he?

Or because she trusts herself with all her heart. Lingxiao thought with some joy.

Azhao glanced at the elderly people below, as they spoke to themselves, one by one, stopping them from speaking. He dared not say one more word after he had spoken himself.

Typical bullying fears hardness.

She whispered softly, but the first step was to get out.

She gave a delightful smile, and said in a loud voice: “I am the first to go to Dabao. It will be all the more important. In the future, the Qing family will need to mention more..."

Sitting beside her, Ling watched the little emperor with a bun face, and said the scene seriously. All I could think about was the way she sat in the royal palace and rubbed her eyes in confusion.

Azhao didn't hear a word.

Until Azhao took a cup of tea and took a sip of tea instead.

Rolling back to God, looking at the people in the palace.

Suddenly he spoke in silence: "General Ben has been instructed by the Emperor to assist His Majesty with all his heart. Colleagues, do you want to come here with the same idea? ”

His eyes swept down, and he had a bit of a forcible slaughter.

What's the state when the atmosphere opens up?

At least this group of elders in the palace, whose average age is already mixed up with grandchildren, is unbearable.

It's a little tense, the perspiration is upside down, the color is quite calm; if it's not tense, it can't even hold the teacup in your hand anymore.

The palace is quiet.

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Zhao: Try to hold the thick gold thighs!

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