Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

So Lingxiao stayed.

The inner waiter in the Purple Palace was pleased, as His Majesty was accompanied by a general, apparently eating much more than on a weekday.

Probably because of the fact that he has been in the barracks for many years, he eats quickly and is not as elegant and polite as the noble princes of Beijing, but he will not be disrespectful.

Seeing him focus on eating is particularly fragrant and will only make people feel what rare rarity is in front of them.

Though this purple palace can be served, it is a rare rarity.

After breakfast, Azhao has to approve a fold.

Zhao's eyes turned and asked: "General, do you have something to do today? ”

Lingxiao, not knowing what she meant, replied: “I'm going to Bochang Waiting House this afternoon. ”

Bochang Waiting!

A small alarm rang in Zhao's heart.

You can't let him go!

He can't marry the Lady of Bochang Waiting like he did in the original play.

But why won't he go?

Zhao was distressed and thought about it.

She frowned and frowned and couldn't figure out why going to Bochang Waiting House on her own would embarrass Her Majesty.

“Your Majesty, are you upset? ”

“Yes.” Zhao nodded.

“I wonder if Weishen might be worried for His Majesty? ”

Zhao's eyes lit up: “You can! ”

“Take me with you when you go to Bochan Waiting House! ”

Lingxiao's heart refuses.

However, under the influence of a weak, pitiful and unaided aura, the General said: What is rhythm and the bottom line?

……

The male lead was sent away. A Zhao spent one morning handling the backlog of folds in the Imperial Study.

Most of these folds are routine debriefing and so on, and in the case of a single person, they are indeed time-consuming.

But Azhao is not alone.

She's got marshmallows!

At this point, the marshmallows scan function shows a powerful effect.

It scanned the folds on the table almost at a hanging speed, and transmitted the content directly into Zhao's mind.

Zhao just need to pick up the Zhu sandpen and write a few words.

In just half an hour, the fold was handled most of the time.

Azhao looked at the mountain fold and said with emotion, "Marshmallows, you're amazing! ”

Cotton candy shyly said: “It's okay, I hope it helps Zhao. ”

One by one, the system tapped each other for a while and started working.

The rest of it is really problematic. Zhao carefully looked at it and replied carefully. It took almost an hour.

When she left the palace in the afternoon, she also took several of them into her arms.

Lingxiao is a trustworthy man. He agreed to take Azhao to Bochangfu with him. He was there early.

Though... he thought about it carefully and felt like he was going to see his future father-in-law and bring someone with him. Something didn't seem right?

Bochang was very pleased to hear of the visit of the General, and ordered to be greeted at the middle door.

However, when I saw the head exposed after the curtain was lifted, Forgive me Bochang, but I couldn't react at once: “Your Majesty...”

Zhao glanced at him unhappily: "Prince Bea. ”

Bochang nodded his tongue and repeated: “Mr. Bea. ”

Azhao nodded and walked off the carriage with the help of the palace people beside him. There was a style between the gods.

But Ling knew what the little emperor was like - every time he looked so solemn in front of the outsiders, as soon as he returned to the Purple Palace and waved down, he immediately became soft and paralyzed.

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Sire, Moe, only I can see. Kind of happy.

2 more, see you at noon ~

New week, I want tickets, tickets, tickets, tickets. Ooh!