Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

I don't know exactly what kind of unseemly transaction was made between Fengzi and Qian Anping.

All in all, since that day, the number of visits to the palace by Qian Tranquillity has clearly decreased.

A Zhaoxin clearly understood what Fengzi must have said, but Fengzi didn't have time to come during the day. He came here occasionally at night and didn't answer such a question at all.

A few months have passed.

On that day, the entrance to the long-closed Forward Palace was finally opened.

All guards guarded outside the door withdrew, and Fengzi walked in with a brown coronation suit.

He personally told Azhao what she wanted to know: "Mother, the rebellious forces have fallen. ”

Zhao asked: “How is the Shi family? ”

Fengzi said softly: "The chief protector and Guangcheng duke of the culprit were killed on the spot, Shi Shimen was detained and awaited disposal. ”

The crime of treason is theoretically committed by the Nine.

This waiting for disposal must have taken a lot of effort to convince the Chaplain even if it was Fengzi.

And he did it for only one reason.

For her.

She is, after all, a family of stones.

Zhao smiled and rose from his seat and walked to Fengzi to tidy up his somewhat messy collar.

“Your Majesty, the Stones, cannot stay. ”

Fengzi grabbed her hand: “If the Shi family is exhausted, what will outsiders think of the Mother? ”

Zhao looked up at him.

This man, who has been nurturing since his successor, is now a great opportunity for Leviticus.

If even such a great sin is spared, for whatever reason he spares the Shi family, in the eyes of the dynasty, in the eyes of the people, the emperor is just a soft emperor.

They may love him, but they will not fear him.

She thought so and slowly lifted her toes and kissed him gently in the corner of his lips.

In the gaze of Fengzi's shock and ecstasy, she smiled softly: "Does Your Majesty think you can't protect me? ”

She didn't wait for an answer.

Because the man in front of her held her up directly.

“I can!”

Fengzi embraces people like a rare treasure.

He placed Zhao carefully on the soft collapse and knelt himself on the ground: “Mother, Mother...”

He held her hand, as if it were an oath, and placed it heavily on his heart: “I swear, in this life, if Fengzi lived a day in the world, she would not let her mother suffer a little. ”

Azhao smiled and looked at him.

Fengzi got drunk in that smile, slowly stood up, approached, accurately grabbed that sweet fragrance...

……

Zhao spent his whole life with Fengzi in this world as Empress.

Fengzi kept his promise.

Everyone knows that Zhou's great emperor is pure and filial, and serves a queen a year younger than herself like her mother.

In his lifetime, Azhao has not suffered a single grievance.

After the Queen's death, the coffin was routinely buried in the mausoleum of the Chinese Emperor.

But in fact, buried in the first emperor's sleeping mausoleum is only a crown tomb, even because of Fengzi's selfishness and exclusivity, even the crown is not Azhao's.

No one knows that a coffin made of millennial gold filaments has long been secretly sent to the royal mausoleum built for himself by the Emperor of Shengye.

Even if he died, he would not allow him to be separated from himself.

Fengzi didn't keep Azhao waiting too long. Queen Zhang Huiwen died in March. Shengye Emperor was seriously ill. The parish he had already chosen as the Cintiq.

He walked quietly, and sometimes couldn't wait to find the trail of the person he loved.