Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

“How could you let me watch you get married to someone else? ”

Zhao sighed and said coldly: “Honestly, I didn't send you an invitation or tell you to look at it. ”

“You did it yourself. ”

Huayong grinned. “Yes, I came here myself. If I don't come over. You didn't even tell me about a big wedding! ”

Zhao: “...”

She carefully gauged the man and sincerely suggested: "Sire Huayong, taste what you just said. I let you know the news, you blame me. Well, then I won't tell you, and you blame me. ”

She laughed, “You're a tough guy. ”

That's all she said. That's all she said.

“Well, Your Majesty. Are you done with what you're trying to say? ”

“If you are finished, please let my Holy King go and ask you to leave. ”

Of course Huayong doesn't want to go.

He had so much to say, and, as he said, as long as he was here, he decided not to bear it and watched her marry someone else.

Zhao, however, has no patience.

She suddenly flashed.

Huayong felt only a flower in front of him and a severe pain in the back of his neck.

And then he was black in front of him.

“Marshmallows, find the Holy King's place. ”

As for the person in front of you...

A Zhao called in the guards.

“Take him out, put him away. When I finish my big marriage, I will negotiate well with Daisy. ”

“Yes.”

The secret guard is gone.

Quiet is restored to the palace. In the corner of the backyard of the bedroom, Azhao found himself knocked unconscious and blocked his mouth, stripping the saint of delightful clothes.

Zhao: “...”

That's pathetic.

She untied her namesake and woke up again.

Poor Mr. Liu, the robe was stripped off at night and the cold wind blew, and he was violently knocked out. Until this moment, the whole person still fainted.

Especially in the back of the neck, dull pain.

He rubbed his back neck and looked at Azhao confused: "Your Majesty, what is this...? ”

Zhao walked him into the palace and watched him put on his clothes. "What's going on? How did you faint out there? ”

Prince Liu smiled helplessly: “I don't know. I sat in this bedroom and waited. I couldn't help but wake up with a sore back neck. That's all. ”

Zhao: “...”

Lord Liu was suddenly worried and asked, "Your Majesty, is it possible that the Peacock Palace has mixed into the assassin? ”

He could enter the Palace of the Peacock without any shock, and God, without knowing it, knocked himself out of the Holy King, never even appeared from beginning to end.

The assassin was amazing.

Of course, the more so, the more worried Prince Liu is about Zhao's safety.

Azhao waved: “I don't see any assassins. Rest assured, I will keep my eyes open. There really are assassins, I will definitely make that man regret living! ”

His Majesty the Empress said that nothing would happen.

Put your mind in front of your eyes.

Azhao looked at the tray in front of the case.

“We're gonna have to get a drink.” A Zhao took one of the jade calves and showed it to his Holy King.

Prince Liu lowered his head and looked at the glass of wine that sounded half loud.

He sighed in the shadows: "Your Majesty, we were not serious couples. Give me a glass of wine and stop drinking. ”

A Zhaoyi.

“Yes.” She sighed, "What's it to you and me for a drink? ”

One betrayed by his lover, one lost his beloved.

This big marriage is just a deal between two people.

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I've been too tired for two days to write.

Tomorrow bottom six more.

So tap good night.