Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

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At the end of his life, Xiang Wang wanted to enter the capital.

What are you so anxious to say?

Fengzi waved a lot and wrote a “quasi” word.

Next one.

The Governor of Guangzhou said that the heavy rains in Fu province in the first few months affected the harvest, please play...

Fengzi: The Governor of Fu province has come to play the newspaper for a long time. You're a Governor of Guangzhou province. What's the matter with Fu province?

Next one.

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Fengzi looked at most of them with agitation, and thought to herself: I don't know if Mother and Queen have called the doctor yet? Are you upset? Got a fever?

Think about it...

He put the pen in his hand and got up.

Fuck restraint!

Zhaozheng leaned back on the bed when he heard the news of His Majesty's arrival.

She was dressed in plain white, with a short cape of rabbit fur wrapped around her shoulder, her hair only loose and tied up with a hair strap, her eyes half-closed, listening to a palace man in Fuhua Palace read a book.

That's right.

Because she was a little dizzy and she felt worse reading, she figured this out.

When Fengzi entered the palace, what he saw was Zhao's rather casual appearance.

He let go of most of his heart.

Soon, however, his eyebrows wrinkled: “The weather is cold. Mother, if she's not feeling well, why are the windows still open? How did you serve? ”

The sentence succeeded in bringing the palace men to their knees.

Zhao: “...”

She waved Fengzi to sit down and let the redundant palace people back down.

And insisted that the inmate who was going to close the window retreated.

“Don't close the window.” She said.

Fengzi looked at her with disapproval.

"The dragon is burning in this palace," said Azhao. "It's not cold at all. Close the window, it's very dull. ”

Fengzi looked at her, A Zhao's face was small, and now she looks even more delicate in this furry bunny cloak.

Feng Zi closed his eyes: “If it's not cold, how can the mother suffer from cold? ”

Zhao: “...”

When she did not speak, Fengzi called in the palace servants of the outer temple.

“Say, how did the queen get cold? ”

Kneeling on the floor, the palace people did not dare to look up at their master's wife's eyes. Fifteen hundred and ten have all told the story.

It turns out yesterday, a cold plum blossomed in the Fuhua Palace.

Zhao sat in front of the window and admired it.

She was dressed thinly in the palace, the windows were cold and she didn't feel cold at the time. At dinner, her voice started to ache a little, and by nightfall, she had already started to have a fever.

After listening to the reason, Fengzi looked cold: “Is that how you take care of the Empress? ”

Looks like he's getting angry.

Zhao quickly asked someone to back off and softened his voice: “They persuaded me, I didn't listen to the persuasion, don't anger others. ”

Fengzi looked at her and still spoke a bit coldly: “Failure to take care of the master is their dereliction of duty. ”

Azhao whispered: “It's just a little wind chill...”

“Little wind chill?” Fengzi raised his voice and hidden a third of his anger.

He was really angry.

Angry she doesn't value her body at all.

Zhao: “...”

Though she does feel that putting modern on hold is really nothing but a small cold, it doesn't affect her perception that Zifu is not in the right mood at this moment.

After all, he did it for his own good.

We can't crash.

Gotta coax.

So Azhao softened his voice: “Sire, I'm really fine, don't worry too much. ”

Fengzi didn't respond.

Zhao reached out and pulled his sleeve.

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Fengzi: I was going to loosen my mouth, but Mother came to pull my sleeve! If you bandage it again, isn't the queen... hey hey hey.

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I'll see you tonight.