Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

He was dressed in white.

It's not a simple white coat. It's embroidered in dark clouds with silk threads that don't know how many colors there are. There's a glitter between actions.

He was looking down at something, and the black hair like crow feathers was tied up with silver hair, and there was a whistle of jade between his waists.

The whole person seemed like an extraordinarily comfortable person.

Huayong's footsteps stopped at once.

He stared dead at the figure.

I haven't seen this man, but he wants to know who he is.

In the palace of the peacock, such an indulgent man.

Besides being the owner of this palace, who else can do it?

Master...

Huayong just feels bitter in his mouth.

Seems to have noticed his gaze, and the man looked up and around this way.

Everyone around Huayong knelt down: "See the Holy King. ”

“Exempt.” Huayong heard his clear and gentle voice.

And then they looked at him curiously: "Who is this? ”

The palaceman who led Huayong whispered: "This is His Majesty's guest. ”

Seemingly unexpected, the Holy King took a closer look at Huayong and took a hint of light between the colors.

He whispered, "Now that you're a guest, go ahead. ”

“Yes.”

Huayong followed the palace people away.

As he passed through the Holy King, he glanced at him.

It's a breezy moon like a man.

Though his heart did not want to, Huayong had to admit that he seemed worthy of Zhaoyang.

He had mixed hearts, but all confused hearts could not resist seeing the expectations and joy of the man.

The palace people stopped at the entrance of the Peacock Palace.

“Your Majesty is waiting for you in the inner palace. ”

Huayong lifted his leg forward.

The palace was quiet and he could only hear his own footsteps echo.

Straight ahead, turn left, into the inner hall.

Close your eyes, Huayong can imagine what it's like here.

There is a man sitting on the throne of the inner hall.

Huayong paused.

He looked at her.

She looked at him, too.

Just watch, for a long time.

For a long time.

Huayong took the lead.

He smiled and greeted him like he was his most common friend: "Long time no see, Your Majesty. How are you? ”

Zhao glanced at him and said softly: "Sit down. ”

She looks a little tired.

After Huayong sat down, he couldn't help but say: "Despite the importance of politics, Her Majesty the Empress must pay attention to her body. ”

A Zhao seemed to smile softly: “His Majesty the Emperor Xia is much less than the last time we met. This is not convincing to say from your mouth. ”

She did not hear Huayong's reply.

Take a closer look, they're looking at themselves.

Zhao: “...”

She intensified her voice: "Your Majesty! ”

Hua Yong looked away and said: "Her Majesty can call me by my name. ”

In fact, he would prefer Azhao to call himself "green".

But it's unlikely.

The name is much better than the cold sire.

Zhao also did not argue with him, she cooperated with him and shouted: “Huayong. ”

Seeing her like this, there was a strong glow in Huayong eyes: "Zhaoyang, Zhaoyang, are you willing to see me, are you willing to call me by my name, are you forgiving me? ”

Zhao looked at him and said slowly: “Why are you so obsessed with this? ”

“What difference does it make if I forgive you or not? ”

“Of course there is. ”

Huayong looked at her and said, "If you don't forgive me, I'll never have the chance to sit in front of you and talk to you like this. ”