Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

He stood up slowly with the guard's hand and said calmly: “I don't believe it, she must be lying to me... cough...”

He suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently.

“Your Majesty! ”

My subordinate watched the red spill between his fingers, frightening his liver and gallbladder: “You...”

Wave your hands and remove a piece of pad to wipe the blood off your lips.

He rolled over his horse and marched towards the palace.

“Who!”

“No horseback at night, get off the horse quickly! ”

Someone shouted out loud and Huayong was deaf.

There seems to be a cavalry after him.

“Stop them.” Huayong said.

He's got one thought at the moment: faster, faster.

Hurry up and get to Peacock Palace.

He wants to see his Zhaoyang.

She would certainly sit in the hall and look at herself with a cold and distant eye.

Everything he hears is fake!

……

Huayong was not stopped at the gate of the palace.

Someone seems to know that he will definitely rush over to the general.

But closer and closer.

Huayong started to get scared.

The palace moves quickly.

It's only a matter of time before the white hammer has been hung up.

I walked all the way through it and it didn't look a bit bright.

Huayong started coughing again.

He thinks it's so cold this year.

It was cold, like coming from the bottom of the foot, from the bottom of the heart, from the deepest part of the body, rooted, like trying to freeze his blood and flesh alive.

A little further forward, the Peacock Palace.

People who have knelt outside the palace gate.

Huayong can't see what it is anymore.

All we know is that the heavens and the earth are white.

Everything is white.

There was a cry in the palace.

He got a little dark in front of him.

Blunt pain on both sides of the temple.

The heart is, like, about to break open.

But he put up with it all.

Look at that open, black hole like the Peacock Palace gate.

Firm, with a calm to death look, stepped in.

……

It's snowing.

Huayong stood in the courtyard of the Palace, looking quietly at the flowering tree.

He was covered in thick cloaks, pure white and snow fox leather.

But his face was whiter than the skin of the fox, and it was whiter than the snow on the ground.

A snowflake fell on his cheek, and without waiting for a response, it turned into cold water and slipped down his cheek.

Like what?

Like tears.

Huayong remembered a few years ago.

Also on a snowy day.

He did a mistake and then broke up with her.

Years later, today, on such a snowy day.

He said goodbye to her dead.

Since then, there has been no real opportunity to make mistakes, no opportunity to meet again.

“Your Majesty the Emperor of the Great Summer, also pay attention to the body.” There was a clear voice behind me.

Huayong turns around.

The saint of the peacock, dressed in plain clothes, slowly walked this way.

Huayong used to hate this man.

Still don't like it.

But now he and he are just poor people in this world.

Huayong ignored him.

Hanwon Liu didn't mean it either.

He stood next to Huayong and said softly, “I understand how you're feeling right now. ”

Huayong didn't want to hear about himself and Zhaoyang. He was about to leave. He heard Liu Hanyuan's next sentence:

“Many years ago, when my Aggie left, I, like His Majesty, was left with only one body left alive. ”

Huayong suddenly turned around and stared at him coldly: "What are you talking about? ”

Hanwon Liu looked at him mercifully: "I said, you are pathetic. Because what you have lost is not one, you have moved away from not loving the love in your heart, but one who has never forgotten you and has never betrayed the love in your heart of your relationship. ”