Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

A hot gas runs straight over the head.

At this moment, Lingxiao is extremely grateful to himself for his many years of experience. Tarzan still has the ability not to change color on the top.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm about to lose my temper before His Majesty.

He tried to squeeze his face, but the corner of his mouth was still uncontrollably pulling open a little bit of an arc.

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your trust. ”

The male lead is in a good mood at the moment. This is the conclusion reached by Azhao.

He was looking down at the fold he had handed to him. The contents above, Zhao knew, were a matter of the Ministry of Military Affairs suggesting a change in the military style, and the contents were very serious.

But the male lead looked at it with a smile.

Cotton candy saw Azhao staring at the male lead with his chin, rubbing it in his heart and spitting: can he be unhappy that you have said something so close to confession?

Originally it was just a grass glance, but all the way down, it became more and more amazing.

The drafts presented by the Ministry of Military Affairs were not so stunning, but some of the points in Zhao's reply, though naive, were clearly organized and directly pointed to key areas.

A needle of blood.

In fact, A Zhao is somewhat ashamed: after all, she has walked through so many worlds, and some things, even if not deep knowledge, really know some fur.

Standing on the shoulders of giants, seeing what they know, is less fair than the people of this era.

When Lingxiao finished reading verbatim, he raised his head with his eyes open: “Your Majesty! ”

Azhao was a little embarrassed: “I'm just a little shallow. I can't afford such praise as a general. ”

Ling rolled his head and looked at Zhao as if he were looking at a treasure that was slowly glowing.

He was ready: even if His Majesty were an ordinary man, he could deter the dynasty himself and gradually promote some loyal and talented men.

Doing nothing is not a fatal problem. It's good to know how to use people and keep them.

But now it appears His Majesty has given him a surprise.

Supporting a mediocre king and supporting a talented and intelligent king, though they are all supportive, is absolutely incomparable to the satisfaction that can be gained by a prince.

On the one hand, Ling was pleased with this, and on the other hand, he made a more determined decision: Be sure to look at His Majesty, but not be broken by strange people.

……

Back in the palace.

It's early.

A Zhao remembered the family waiting for Bochang and called Yuhu. “Tell me, what are all the noble girls in Beijing who are too old to be married? ”

At the same time, Hua's little girl won't give it to Prince Bochang to spoil!

Older people don't get it either. You have to pick it out.

Zhao thought about it and said another sentence: “Younger people, and those who are separated or widowed can do so. ”

Lake Jade: “..."

She looked carefully at Azhao: “Your Majesty, you want these...” What do you want?

It is understandable to say that some young people have a good reputation, although His Majesty's true identity… even in order to hide from the world, one must marry.

But this...

Zhao raised her face and looked at her: “I have my own ideas. ”

Yuhu: Yes, yes, you are. Yes, Your Majesty, you look adorable. You're all right!

Even if she became His Majesty, Yuhu, the maids who had taken care of the Prince since childhood, had a deep affection with her and were not very afraid of her.

The efficiency of the Purple Palace women is naturally leveraged.

Less than an hour later, Yuhu hugged a thick brochure and drew a roll together to send it to Azhao.