Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Because I don't care about her.

Only Your Majesty can you hurt me.

He said silently in his heart.

Zhao carefully looked at him several times to make sure that the male owner did not have a little bit of depression and sadness to relieve him.

“I just want to say that there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world. Perhaps she is not your chosen good man. ”

I am! Zhao said honestly in his heart.

As she turned around, she also stared gently.

When he heard Zhao's words, he nodded softly in agreement: "Yes, she is not a good person for Weishen. ”

Zhao did not notice the unusual colour when he said this. He just felt that the matter of Prince Bochang was resolved and his heart was relaxed.

Yes, Prince Bochan is finished.

Even if Bochang Waiting House concealed the true identity of his biological mother and revealed that he was the illegitimate son of the First Emperor, it would be of little use.

First, Zhao is still here, and has proven himself to be a qualified emperor in reality. The ministers support orthodoxy, as long as it is the blood of the Ji family. Left, right, up for decades, the same ancestral vein of the Ji clan;

Secondly, Prince Bochang Hou, has been abandoned by the master of Heyi County, who is ruthless. A man who can no longer sustain his bloodline, even the blood of the Emperor, has lost value in the eyes of many.

However, before Zhao was happy, Lingxiao raised one thing.

“You're going to town to guard the border?” A Zhao is amazed.

Nod your head.

“But my marksmanship hasn't been learned yet, and there is no war at the border, so what's the rush? ”

Listening to her words, Ling thought in silence: it is worth it, although His Majesty has no feelings for himself, at least, the affection and intimacy between the two are not false.

That's worth it.

“Always be safe, besides, it's almost autumn, and according to past practice, Huns is afraid to make another move. ”

Zhao thought he was right, but...

“General, I can't give up on you. ”

The hearts are pounding.

His subconscious head glanced up at His Majesty, whose eyes were as gentle and intimate as ever, without any difference.

Don't think about it, Rolling.

Leave this man alone.

He deserves to be revered by the world.

All you can do is guard this river for him.

“Your Majesty, there are always sorrowful divorces. Besides, it's not that I'm not coming back.” Lingxiao said lightly.

He lied a little. This way, he's really not going back to the capital.

He's afraid to stay here any longer, and one day he's going to have to lose control.

President A Zhao felt something was wrong, but Ling said something about it, and she didn't think of anything suitable to refute it for a while.

Besides...

The male lead always goes to war.

He is Daqi's most powerful god of war.

That wish in Zhao's heart depends on him to fulfill it.

One day, Big Bad Hun entered the King's Court.

Let Daqi people, no more frontier disturbances.

Ling returned to the house in vain.

Even if the decision had already been made, he thought he was prepared.

But truly speaking, and deeply aware that I am about to leave this capital city, that I will never see the man on the Imperial City Dragon Chair again.

He reached out and covered his chest.

It still hurts.

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