Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

She blamed all her mistakes on herself without saying a word, completely denying Huayong a chance to back up the pot.

Your Majesty, don't you care about your reputation at all?

Now that the Empress is like this, what can the Mistress say?

The emperor himself admitted that he was wrong. What else do you want?

Do you really want Her Majesty to write a sin?

To be honest, the Empress slept in a lazy sleep and missed the morning.

Beyond that, Bee Peng Wah Deng Ki has been a discerning monarch for years.

The royal historians thought carefully that Her Majesty the Empress had admitted that she had made a mistake. There was really nothing to be dark about. Forget it.

That's it.

Huayong couldn't help laughing when the news reached the Palace.

She shook her head after laughing: “That's how she is. ”

But that's what he said, and he couldn't help laughing.

The ears on the side couldn't help but be amused: “How many years have the slaves been in the palace, too many stories have been heard, and I have never seen a king with such a look. ”

Hua Yong smiled and said: “I'm a little sleepy, Earl. You stay outside. I'll take a nap. ”

When the waiter rested, he never loved someone to guard him. Earl hurriedly retreated.

Until Hoi went out, Huayong put away his smile.

He stood up and looked out the window at the windchimes, and where else could he see half the affection and tenderness in his face?

For more than a year, at first, it was nothing but falsehood and serpentinity.

But he reached out and pressed his heart, where he was beating.

The next moment, a breeze flashed.

An eyeless little piece of paper was thrown into the house in some direction.

Huayung was colorful, bent over to pick it up and open it.

There is only one short line of words on it: the Emperor is very ill, and the kings look divorced.

Huayong peeled the paper without expression and threw it in the teapot.

The man is seriously ill.

It's the summer, isn't it?

Who else remembers King Lin, who was banished to the Peacock over a year ago?

It was time for him to move the nails he had laid down as a battalion this year.

Another winter.

After visiting Azhao in the Palace, Bilanting remembered that it was time for the flowers to blossom in Mei Garden.

When she remembered the red plums, which matched her balcony, she took two palace men and went to Mei Yuan to fold them for herself.

The entire Peacock Dynasty, too, had the courage to do so.

Who knows those red plums are the hearts and minds of Her Majesty the Empress. It is difficult for ordinary people to look at them, let alone pick them.

And just this beloved princess, dare to say this, fold a few plums back to feed.

Bilantine walked into Mei Yuan.

It just snowed in the morning, and half of my boots accumulated snow deep and stepped on to squeak.

In the freezing snow, the snow blooms with countless powerful branches and the cold fragrance pops up.

Beelantine was not such an elegant person, she rushed straight towards the red plum.

It was just a short walk ahead of us, and we found someone who was quick to get on first.

“Who?” A sober voice sounded.

Biland's subconscious head looks up.

And by the way, the man was looking back this way.

Beelantine lost his mind.

In these four seas of white ice and snow, the instant a few red plums, bright and burning red, instantly brought the world to life.

But red plum is no brighter than the man who stands beneath the branches of plum.

The snow is white, the clam is white, and the white fox skin on the neck is white.

So the darkness and sophistication of the eyebrows became more prominent.