Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

He took a deep breath and calmed his voice: "Thank you for your compassion and your enthusiasm."

Azhao nodded: "That's good."

Ling Xiao asked: "I don't know what is going on in the palace, what is it?"

Azhao "ah" replied with a very honest answer: "I am worried about the generals and want to see for yourself whether the generals are well."

Ling Xiao closed his eyes.

Your majesty is really...

I don't know if the imagination is too rich because I have confirmed my mind, or it is too easy to misunderstand what I said.

He has to admit that the words of His Majesty are really calling him, and he wants to be jealous.

"Chen everything is fine." In addition to thinking of you.

Azhao licked his head and looked at him: "The generals are uncomfortable?"

Why is it so dull?

Ling Xiao shook his head: "Nothing."

He lowered his head and stopped looking at Azhao. He was afraid that his eyes could not hide. He whispered: "If there is nothing, Chen will retire first."

Azhao said with a smile: "What is anxious, the time is not too early, and you have already made a good dinner."

"But hour..."

Azhao waved his hand: "It’s late at night."

Her tone has become somewhat low: "There is still some dizziness at this moment, there is no appetite. I want the general to accompany the meal together."

When this pitiful tone comes out, what else can Ling Xiao say?

Even if he was killed by himself, he had to accompany the little emperor to make dinner and make him happy.

A Zhao really showed great pleasure, drank a bowl of bamboo chicken soup, and also ate a large bowl of rice - she had wanted to add a little, and was quickly dissuaded by Yuhu's eyes.

This body is not very good, the spleen and stomach are not good, the dinner is eaten more, and when it is uncomfortable to accumulate food, it is still A Zhao.

Ugh.

Azhao admired watching Ling Xiao.

It’s not easy. If you want to eat something, you must deliberately call the generals into the palace as an excuse.

After using the dinner, the sky is already dark.

The palace gate has also been closed.

In other words, Ling Xiao can't go back.

Azhao did not care: "The generals are in the palace."

As soon as the voice fell, she only felt a burning gaze on her body.

A Zhao was puzzled and looked at Ling Xiao, and saw that Ling Xiao was drinking tea quietly.

Is it an illusion?

Marshmallow was quietly suspended in midair, stinking and looking at the man.

Don't think that you are careful, marshmallow adults can't see!

Humph!

However, he glanced at A Zhao, but did not reveal Ling Xiao.

In the end, Azhao was a thin body. He was injured a little today. After talking with Ling Xiao at night, he couldn’t help but start yawning with a small mouth.

In fact, sitting across from him, he didn't even know what he said.

He was full of eyes and was sitting on the opposite emperor.

Because it was evening, Azhao dressed very casually, outside the white shirt, he put on a daily blue robe, and the long hair that was so beautiful in the day was loose, and a few shredded hairs were scattered. Come down.

Ling Xiao looked up and saw what the other party was sitting on the chair.

The complexion is white, and the blushing lip is still moving, telling a variety of beautiful voices.

Yes.

In addition to feeling that the other party's voice is in the ear, General Ling Da completely ignored the other.

At this moment, he saw the little emperor reaching out to cover his lips, his eyes narrowed slightly.

A drop of physiological tears uncontrollably jumps out of the eyelids and hangs on the long eyelashes.

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Ling Xiao: It’s awful, you can’t hold it!

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