Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhao Dabao walked over and waved Earl back.

She walked up to Huayong and looked down at him: "Do you believe me? ”

Huayong looked at him and seemed helpless: “Your Majesty, you are the queen of peacocks, always to marry the Holy King. ”

“Then you will be my Holy King!” Zhao said without false reflection.

Hua Yong stunned and looked at Zhao. A surprise appeared in his eyes. Then he darkened: "Me? But I am a man of the great summer, and a prince of the great summer, Your Majesty. ”

Zhao sat beside him and held his hand: “Who said that? If I can't even take charge of my Holy King, what's the point of being an emperor? ”

She looked at Huayong and looked at herself to comfort him, not to let him think too much.

Zhao leaned over to kiss Huayong and let him look at himself.

“Green.” She speaks to him like a promise, "you have to trust me. ”

“It is my own business to marry the Holy King, and I do not care about the words of those dynasty ministers. ”

Huayong looked at her quietly.

Zhao also looked at him tenderly: "Qing Qing, I only ask you. Would you like to be my Holy King? If you want, then, in this world, nobody can stop us. ”

Huayong's heart trembled.

The person across the street is looking forward to seeing him, waiting for a response.

But Huayong silenced for a long time, only smiled helplessly: "Your Majesty, no more jokes. ”

He doesn't say he wants to, he doesn't say he doesn't want to.

A Zhaoxin was somewhat disappointed.

What she said to Huayong was not false. The Emperor of the Peacock Dynasty took precedence. The Empress suppressed the world. If she insisted, the Chaplains could indeed oppose it, but the opposition was of little use.

But she can think about it, and so on.

She can now indeed make the House of Representatives a holy king, but surely there will be many voices of discord, and even Huayong will most likely be scolded as a scourge.

Then wait a minute.

When she clears the way, give him a grand wedding.

That won't bother him at all.

After doing so, Azhao's color soothed again.

She said to Huayong: "In short, I will not make anyone holy, nor will I make any other servants. ”

Huayong looked up at her.

A Zhaoyun grabbed him with a smile and kissed him beside himself: “In my life, there is enough for me to be alone. ”

Huayong didn't talk.

He closed his eyes and grabbed the man in his arms, rarely, with a slight loss of control, and kissed him hard.

They kissed from the side of the bed to the bed, and Hua Yong pressed Azhao down.

After spending more than a year with each other, they have become extremely familiar with each other's bodies.

Azhao was somewhat surprised, because Huayong has always been gentle between the beds, rarely so proactive, even with a slightly harsh appearance.

Well, it's not hard, but there's a few different stimuli.

She stretched out her arm, wrapped around the shoulder of the person on her body, and looked like she was tolerating him to go wild.

Huayong seemed to have paused for a while, but the movement became more intense.

Passion is like fire.

……

The consequence of indulgence was Zhao's failure to wake up in the early morning of the second day.

After two or three rounds of summoning, Huayong looked down and snuggled in his arms. The weary man showed a gentle and light smile on his face that he had not even noticed.

He lowered his voice: “Your Majesty is not well. Please spare me this morning. ”

The palace people were amazed, but the people in the curtain did not move half the time, so I had to say yes softly.