Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhao thought about it and wanted to say: “I really don't blame you that much for saying this. ”

Huayong looked at her.

He felt a little strange in his heart.

At this moment, however, he is immersed in his heart. Zhao forgives his excitement and cannot think normally.

So that's not true, he left it behind.

He heard himself sober and calm: "Zhaoyang, can I still call you that? Zhaoyang, what do you want me to do? ”

Azhao smiled. “It's nothing. I liked seeing all the stuff you sent me a year ago. ”

“If you want a response, I'll give you one. ”

Huayong's heart fell down.

He looked at Zhao and looked at him brightly: "Sorry, Zhaoyang, I apologize for what happened before. And thank you. ”

Thank you for forgiving me.

Zhao did not speak.

It's not strange that they haven't seen each other for years.

Huayong proposed the next game of chess.

Zhao was somewhat surprised, but nodded his head and ordered him to bring the board and chess pieces.

Huayong glanced at him and thought of his warm chessboard.

I don't know, now, where it is.

It's lunchtime after playing chess.

After eating, the two went for a walk together.

Neither of them acted intimately.

They were like friends they hadn't seen in years, chatting about their years of fun, and the atmosphere was very peaceful.

Unaware, he arrived in Mei Garden.

Huayong looked at the two big words with a strong pen, stood halfway and walked in.

“Unfortunately, there is no snow and no plum.” He sighed.

Then he turned back and looked at Azhao: “Zhaoyang, this year in La Moon, let me take another look at the snow in Mei Garden, okay? ”

Zhao moved his mouth and wanted to say something.

But she finally just nodded her head off: "Okay. ”

Huayong was satisfied.

He spent only one day at the Peacock Palace.

The corner of his mouth was laughing when he walked away. On the way back, in a carriage that was not very comfortable, he also rarely slept well.

It's just early autumn, and it's only a few months away from winter.

……

Peacock Palace.

Holy King is talking to Azhao.

“The Emperor of the Great Summer has left? ”

Zhao looked at him strangely: “Do you know who he is? ”

The Holy King shook his head and smiled: “I guess. ”

“But I guess I was right, wasn't I?” He asked sideways.

Zhao nodded softly: “Not bad. ”

The Holy King then stopped talking.

After a while, he sighed: "Your Majesty, you are a bit cruel. ”

A Zhaofaint counter-announced: “Really? ”

“Yes.” Liu Hanyuan turned, “Why don't you just disappear? ”

Zhao wondered: “But without him, didn't he know I forgive him? ”

Saint Junction took a moment to say, "But, Your Majesty, have you really forgiven him? ”

Zhao seriously said: “Sure, how can I meet him? ”

The Holy King is silent.

He looked at the candle fire at the table and said softly: "The man who stayed is too bitter. ”

……

Since returning to the summer, Huayong has been counting the days and so on.

Waiting for the winter.

Even with hope, his insomnia, which had not healed for several years, was much better.

Most of the time, you can sleep peacefully.

From September to October to November, it's almost December.

He waited for news that Empress Peacock was very ill.

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