Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

After a long day, Zhao finally understood what Lady Wenyuan was saying.

She glanced at the coral.

“Mother, I'm really not going home!” Zhao's third pledge to the Duchess of Tongwenyuan.

“Really?” Mrs. Wenyuan wiped her tears.

“Really!” Zhao shouted.

Only fools leave home.

You don't even have to eat meat.

Finally, Mrs. Wenyuan was lured away. A Zhao looked at the coral with a smile: “You have good understanding skills, and the complaint was quite pleasant. ”

Coral: “…”

Little Miss, forgive me!

……

It's night.

Zhao still goes to bed in the morning.

She has been resting a little earlier than usual.

But everyone in the house thinks that she lost her body in the previous mess, and resting more is good.

At first glance, he went to the familiar small courtyard.

Zhan Ming used to recite the scriptures.

Zhao became familiar once and again. He went straight into his room and sat on the stool and listened to him.

Zhan Ming wasn't surprised to see her again.

“Ah Zhaoshi is here? ”

Azhao chuckled: “I'm coming. ”

This time, the two of them sat in the courtyard with each other.

A Zhao waved his hand and a large number of scriptures appeared on the table.

“Here are some of the books I brought from home for you.” Zhao Dafang said.

Zhan Ming's hands flipped and his eyebrows frowned: “These are rare and lonely books. The poor monks deserve it. ”

Azhao waved: “What a shame. I am in your small courtyard at night, nagging Master Zhan Ming. This is a thank you gift. ”

Zhan Mingwen said: “Master A Zhaoshi did not disturb the poor monks, and gave them a pot of tea. Thanksgiving is a dare. ”

Azhao was unhappy: “You monk are so boring. ”

Zhan Ming just looked at her gently.

Zhao's hair became more unreasonable.

Anyway, he looked unreasonable, and Azhaoso played the scoundrel.

She pointed to the scriptures in front of her: "I, on the other hand, never got what I sent back. If Master Zhan Ming refuses to ask for it, I will...”

Her eyes grunted, her hands reached out, and the oil lamp in the house was already in her hand.

The soul was afraid of fire. Azhao held the lamp and was a little scared, but it didn't show up.

She poured the oil lamp: "If you don't want me to, I'll burn them. ”

Without waiting for Zhan Ming to react, the oil lamp was slightly lit, and the top book had been lit.

Zhan Ming's calm eyes finally created a slight panic.

He couldn't even take care of the fire that was already on fire and put it out by covering it with his sleeves.

The book was carefully picked up and looked at. It was only a burnt corner of the cover and the contents were still intact that relieved me.

Then he looked up at Ah Zhao, and he brought his disagreement with him in the light of the divine colour: “Ah Zhao Shi, these books are unique and lonely in the world. They are the treasures of Buddha's Gate. It is so insignificant and inappropriate. ”

Zhao whispered softly: “The master is wrong. ”

Zhan Ming: “Oh? ”

“The master looked at the golden line of Mei Xue without hesitation and saw it as no different from the ordinary mountain springs. I understand perfectly. ”

Zhao said with a smile: "As for the master, these are nothing but objects. ”

Zhan glanced at Zhao and understood what she was going to say.

I saw Zhao reach out and point to the book on the finger table: “Unlike the master, I am a vulgar person, I prefer the desire of the mouth, I do not love this Buddha Gate alone. ”