Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Huayong stopped talking.

My subordinates also dared to get up and kneel there.

After a while, Huayong asked softly: "Is she really getting married? Who is the Holy King? ”

Only the Empress's husband, the Holy King, can be called “the Great Marriage”.

This is no secret.

"He is the son of Prime Minister Zhu Qiao," said the subordinate. ”

Son of Prime Minister Zuo.

Huayong knows.

King Peacock is the first son.

You're so smart.

He and her, I think, must have been a perfect match.

He could play chess with her and make tea with the flowers.

They...

Huayong suddenly covered his chest and coughed violently.

He grabbed the clothes on his chest so tightly that his fingers grew white.

Why, why, does it hurt like that?

……

King Peacock.

Today is the day of great joy for the Empress.

Celebrate the country.

The palace also hosted a feast.

The Empress and the Holy King carry together to receive salutes and toasts from the crowds.

The Holy King is a man and does not need to wear a lid like a woman or shy away from others.

The new couple, sitting on the throne, one minister at a time, came and congratulated them.

At this time, Zhao picked up a glass of wine and drank it up.

Holy King looked at Azhao worried.

Even if Her Majesty the Empress drinks better, it shouldn't be this way.

“Your Majesty.” He shouted softly,

“You...”

Zhao smiled at him as if he knew what he was going to say: "I'm not drunk! ”

Holy King: "…”

People who talk never say they're drunk.

He was about to say something more, but shut up at the next moment.

- The most noble woman of the Peacock dynasty, just a short time ago, drank dozens of glasses of wine.

Her cheeks were already covered in a thin pink color that appeared on her snowy skin and looked great.

Yet the most moving thing was her eyes.

Sulai Li Li overwhelming phoenix eyes, at this moment, because of drunkenness, a layer of water, the corners of the eyes stained with red, the waves of light flowing, endless scenic state.

Holy King's voice is a little dry.

He didn't go too far and poured a glass of wine.

Zhao Han opened his eyes and laughed.

……

The feast is finally over.

Zhao and Holy King also returned to the sleeping palace.

Zhao actually wants to take a bath at this time. The smell of alcohol all over him makes him feel bad.

She thought so and naturally did so.

There is a hot spring pool in the back of the Peacock Palace.

A Zhao Eyed the beads grunted and took a look at the pilgrimage. “I... go to the bath first, love you, do as you please. ”

The Holy King nodded: "Your Majesty. ”

Azhao refused the palaceman's hand and swayed himself into the hot spring pool.

She pounced, jumped straight down and splashed numerous splashes.

After ascertaining that Her Majesty, though a little drunk, had not had much impact, the palace people laughed and retreated.

Zhao was happy to wash himself white, put on his middle coat, scattered his long hair still dripping water, and walked out.

The Holy King sat on her back like he was looking at something.

Zhao walked over lightly and raised his head to prepare to scare him.

However, her palm had not yet fallen, and the other hand grabbed her wrist instantly, as if it had eyes.

At the same time, the man slowly turned back.

Zhao: “!!! ”

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Ah, I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed!

Good night! Good night!