Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Her booze woke up most of the time.

The man flanked his head and smiled slightly at him: "Your Majesty? ”

Under the candle fire, the room was full of festivities, and the men in costumes were extinct.

Zhao slowly squinted his eyes.

Her smile disappeared on her face, and her light-hearted color became apathetic.

“Somebody!” She shouted out loud and raised her hand to free himself from his hand.

“His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Summer, come to me, Peacock, and sneak up on me like this? ”

“Your Grace?” The sound of questioning came from outside the bedroom.

Tonight was the Empress's wedding night, and they didn't dare break in directly.

“To me...”

“Zhaoyang!” Huayong spoke quickly, “I just wanted to say a few words. ”

Zhaoli ignored him and continued to ask.

Huayung's color dimmed and he lowered his voice: “You don't want to know where your Holy King is now? ”

Zhao stopped talking.

She looked at him somewhat incredibly.

Like shock, like disappointment.

Huayong avoided her gaze.

Yeah, it is.

He also felt sad inside.

Since when does he have to threaten to talk to her?

“Okay.” Zhao slowly opened his mouth and his voice returned to calm and waveless.

She shouted, "Forget it, Sage is drunk. It's all right, you guys keep out there. ”

The people outside the palace heard this, only to think that the Empress was prepared to take care of the Holy King herself, and they lamented the importance His Majesty attached to the Holy King.

Azhao looked at Huayong indifferently: "Your Majesty the Emperor of the Great Summer, I assure you that if there is anything in the Holy King, you will not have to leave me, Peacock. ”

Huayong closed his eyes so hard: "Zhaoyang, you and I... do we have to talk like this? ”

Zhao thought it was funny.

She really laughed and said, "You and me? With all due respect, Your Majesty, I would never have spoken to you like this had it not been for your despicable means. ”

“I will appear directly in my sleeping palace as an assassin! ”

Zhao thought about it and thought that it didn't mean anything to talk to him about it.

She sat down in the side seat and nodded at Huayong: "What can I say? Go ahead. ”

Huayong just looked at her.

She was dressed in a snow-white coat with long, wet clothes, water beads dripping down her body, and a white coat was soaked in a transparent state.

She always has this bad habit of not wiping her hair after bathing.

Each time before, he would pull someone over to sit down, remove a clean cloth towel and dry it carefully for her.

Huayung's voice was a little mute: "If I don't come, are you ready to go see another man like this? ”

Zhaomo glanced at himself.

Like this? What's it look like?

She lowered her head and looked at a large piece of water on her chest, reacting.

She laughed when she reacted.

It was ironic to laugh.

“Your Majesty, you have to figure something out. ”

“Here is my sleeping palace. ”

“The man in your mouth is my holy lord. He is worthy of my husband and wife. A hundred years later, he shared the temple with me and buried the imperial mausoleum. ”

“You shouldn't be here, you are. ”

Huayong looked at her constantly, watching her speak these heartfelt words with a bland expression.

He suddenly laughed and said softly, "Don't be angry with me, okay? I know, that's what you're trying to say to piss me off. I know it's wrong. ”

He said he was walking towards Azhao, reaching out and trying to hold her hand.