Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Beerantine was curious, but watching Zhao obviously didn't want to say anything, he shut up.

……

Since Huayong sent the letter, everyone has been in a strange situation.

He felt too impulsive on the one hand.

This is not a good time.

The summer was very tense, and I didn't spend much time and energy on personal feelings.

On the other hand, he also knew that at this time, Zhaoyang must have hated himself entering the bone.

At this time, a letter of concern from herself does not necessarily make her happy.

But even though he thought about it, he had a genuine desire ever since the letter was sent.

Waiting for messages from subordinates.

However, he was doomed not to wait.

One, two, three days.

He summoned his subordinates and finally got the news, just that he couldn't find out what was going on with the Empress.

- In fact, subordinates do not dare to say that the empress did not even look at it and tore it to pieces.

Huayong is a little lost.

Wait for the big summer thing to settle down.

When he has complete control of the country, he will go to Zhao.

Whether it's wrestling or punching, it's good to get out of your face.

He's going to ask for her forgiveness.

Just have enough time.

He can always wait until the day she loosens her mouth.

Hua Yong's heart was as he thought.

Time passes quickly.

The Great Summer Emperor, who had been ill for a long time, finally failed to survive.

Knock it off.

The princes took the opportunity to turn around again and were suppressed by Huayong.

Immediately thereafter, he was crowned king.

It's been a busy day.

Busy with his feet, he even slept less than two hours a day.

The sacred decree has been decreed.

The Emperor has been buried in the Imperial Palace.

The grand pageant is set in ten days.

At last, Huayong was relieved.

His face was a little white.

I'm not really well. It's hard to live this time.

After he had slept well, he sat in the study and drew a painting.

The painting is a beauty.

She combines the glamour of a woman with the style of a man.

Huayong gently reached out and touched the man's face.

He acted cautiously, as if it wasn't a painting in front of him, but the woman he loved.

“Zhaoyang. I'll meet you at the Peacock in a little while. ”

“I'll suffer no matter how angry you get, no matter how much you blame me. Just...”

As long as you, just please, forgive me.

However, he probably did not have to wait until some time later.

Even Azhao doesn't need his apology anymore.

Seven days before the Grand Jubilee.

Huayong arranged a message from Zhuqiao's subordinates that the Empress of Zhuqiao was about to get married.

“What?” is reading the folding Huayong hand trembling.

A few red dots were spotted in the pencil.

But Huayong didn't care.

He stared at the man dead and asked, "What did you just say? Who's getting married? ”

My subordinate's back was sweating cold, staring down at the pressure and whispering: “It's the queen of peacocks about to get married...”

“Impossible!” Huayong drank loudly.

“What false news you're asking! Aren't you afraid I'll take care of you? ”

“His Majesty was wise.” Subordinates kneel on the ground.

“The Queen's wedding was such a prudent thing, the news of the dynasty itself is now known to all the people of the Peacock dynasty! ”

It means I'm not lying.