Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhao was woken up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a crowd of people pressed against her by the window.

Qin Shi looked at her daughter as if she was sleeping. She was also funny and angry: “One of us is in a hurry to sleep. You are fine, not nervous at all. ”

Zhao was lifted up by a maid and beat up an arrears: “What's so nervous about that? ”

The maids in the house laughed with their mouths shut.

She said on her side that the door was open and several nurses and waitresses went into the house.

This is not Qin and Zhao's heart anymore. Qin had something to say. Shut up.

Next, take a bath, get dressed, get dressed.

Zhao felt like he had become a golden object in the hands of others. He was constantly being carefully manipulated.

Until your head is heavy.

“Okay.” There was a laugh in her ear.

Zhao looked up and looked at the man in the mirror.

Her first reaction was: No wonder it's so heavy.

That heavy haircut looks bigger than its head.

Beautiful to be beautiful, is sinful.

Good thing you only need to wear it once in your life.

The second reaction is Heizz, I am a great beauty!

She's not skinny, but she's not good enough to ask in front of so many people, and she has to take a step back and talk to the marshmallows: "Marshmallows, how do I look now? ”

Cotton candy didn't say a single fireworks and walked up and blew his strength: “Beautiful, Azhao is the best! ”

Zhao was even happier.

The correctional nurses from the palace also felt rare looking at Ah Zhaoxin: they are all elderly people in the palace, noble newcomers have seen many, all kinds of reactions before the wedding, shy, nervous, restless...

I've never seen such a big heart.

A pair of eyes are bright and crystal bright, his face is full of joy, and he can't see half the tension.

It's like a big wedding coming up, but it's just a normal thing to be in a good mood for.

Several sisters looked at each other and felt that His Royal Highness was unusual.

But that's good too.

It's always good to see a smile on your face, again on such a festive day.

Much better than crying and banging a face.

Zhao was not particularly impressed with the next thing.

Because all she had to do was put a red cover on her head and be surrounded by people in the middle.

There are noisy voices in the ears and endless reds in front of them.

Later, she was lifted to the sedan, which was stable, barely felt shaking, and walked a long time before finally stopping until her neck could be held up.

She was held up again and walked a long way across the fire basin to a house with thick red carpets.

The area was quiet for a moment.

Zhao seems to be able to hear the breath of another person around him.

Five senses also seem to have reached the extreme at this moment, Zhao's nostrils seem to smell a clear sandalwood.

This is the smell on Zhan Ming.

Her cap was lifted and her eyes were facing each other.

Zhan Ming was calm, and the day of the great joy did not seem particularly happy.

It is not surprising that Ximai and the servants of the palace saw each other: I have long heard that His Royal Highness has been in Buddha Gate for 20 years, and the whole person is indifferent to women. Indeed, even on the night of the wedding, it looks so restrained and calm.

“Princess.” Zhan Ming shouted, reaching out to her.

Zhao followed his hand and handed it over.

Mistress hastily handed over the glass.

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Happy Miyagi: Her Royal Highness is a monk, and she has no desire to be near a woman.

Zhan Ming: I tolerate!

See you in the afternoon ~