Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Master, you just moved on.

There was silence in the courtyard.

Even the original cicada frog screaming in the distance seems to have disappeared.

The only thing left in her ear was that woman's voice was soft and gentle.

Private thoughts?

Zhan Ming's eyelashes trembled and his eyes opened for a long time.

Her eyes were cold and lonely.

“Don't think too much, Lord Azhao. ”

Zhao waited for a good half day and waited for such a sentence.

She stepped aside unhappily, staring at Zhan Ming: "Aren't you leaving your family without talking? Don't you dare tell me the truth? ”

Zhan Ming glanced up at her: “How did Lord Azhao know that the poor monk was not telling the truth? ”

Zhao's chin lifted and he said, “Because I think you like me. ”

Zhan Ming smiled: “Please don't make fun of the poor monk. ”

“Are you kidding?”

Zhao repeated, the whole person laughed: “Okay, I'm kidding. ”

Zhan Ming was immobile, but his heart was slightly relieved.

But his tone was not relieved, and the girl across the street said, "Actually, I like you, Master. ”

Zhan Ming: “…”

Zhao has sat across the street again, and she looks at Zhan Ming with her hands on her chin: “Master, I'm not kidding, I really like you. ”

“The poor monk is a runaway...”

Zhao interrupted his words: “You can still be vulgar when you leave home. ”

Zhan Ming sighed again: “If the master speaks like this again, the poor monk is not welcome in this small courtyard. ”

Azhao stall: “You little hospital, that's not what I wanted to come to. ”

When he saw Zhan Ming looking at himself, A Zhao looked innocent: “I am telling the truth. Master, I don't know how I can show up here every day. I can't even walk away. ”

Zhan Ming: “…”

Zhao rarely saw him speak the truth. “Master, what is wrong with you? ”

Zhan Ming sighed.

He shook his head: "The poor monk is fine. Master Azhao, have you finished your story? ”

The topic is back.

Zhao took a closer look at him and nodded, laughing: “Does the master think the story is over? ”

Zhan Ming glanced at her: “The poor monk believes that the talented woman's story is over. ”

……

After that night, Azhao still appeared in Zhanming's small courtyard at night.

Zhan Ming makes a pot of tea for her every day and recites a scripture for her.

Occasionally, Zhao will tell him some interesting things.

The relationship between the two was no different from the past, but it seemed somewhat different.

Turning a blind eye is the end of the month.

“Miss, miss!” A Zhao was leaning lazily in front of the window on this day, pearls joyfully coming in from the outside.

The sun was a little spicy, she was covered in softness, couldn't lift her spirits.

“What's the matter?” Azhao reached over and put a grape on the side into his mouth.

Pearl corner eyebrows are laughing, as if something extremely painful had happened: “The slave had just heard the news, the marriage between Northwest Hou Fu and Dobe Waiter Lady Lang's family, retreated. ”

“Returned? ”

Pearl nodded: “Still because of the last time Master Qi threw a thousand gold as a beautiful wind rhyme. The housekeeper's house is very expensive. How can you tolerate this? The eldest son of the Samurai family is said to have taken the bride price and paperwork to the Northwest Hou Mansion himself. ”

The coral coughed and looked at the pearl with disapproval: "Why are you telling the lady everything? ”