Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

After breakfast, Azhao took Ling Xiao to the imperial study.

Retiring everyone, Ah Zhao looked at Ling Xiao: General, can I trust you?

Ling Xiao was startled.

He had never heard such a direct conversation.

However, facing the black and white eyes of the little emperor, he hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head, and knelt down straight: I am willing to do my best for your majesty, and I will never regret it!

Okay! Ah Zhao stretched out his hand to help him up.

Major General, please rise.

She carefully took out something and handed it to Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao didn't know, so he opened the wooden box in his hand, and when he saw the contents, he almost knelt down again in fright: the wooden box turned out to be a tiger talisman!

According to the laws of Daqi, when you see the tiger talisman as if your Majesty came personally, you can command the army of the world.

Ling Xiao only felt that the things in his hands were hot: Your Majesty, this tiger talisman... Please take it away.

Azhao shook his head: I can mobilize the army when my relatives come. This tiger talisman is useless in my hands. I want to give it to someone I really trust.

The person he really trusted, Ling Xiao was shocked.

He didn't understand why the new emperor, who had just met once, trusted him so much.

But it is undeniable that his heart is already boiling with excitement because of these words.

Since ancient times, it is a great honor for a scholar to die for a confidant, and for a minister to gain the trust of the king?

Ah Zhao stepped forward, pressed his hand, and tightened it.

The cold Tiger Talisman was stuck in his palm, and the back of his hand was surrounded by a warm palm.

Ah Zhao was a little embarrassed to find that his body was really delicate, and he couldn't even hold the male lead's hand domineeringly.

No, it's not that it can't be done, but that you can only hold half of it!

However, this did not affect her pretentiousness: General, I put all my trust, wealth and life on you.

Ling Xiao only felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head.

He looked at Ah Zhao, and paused every word: Your Majesty, please rest assured! I will live up to Your Majesty's wishes!

Ah Zhao nodded in satisfaction, feeling that the hero's golden thigh was already tightly hugged.

After all, in the original plot, Ling Xiao is a serious and rigid character who is somewhat stubborn and unflexible, with a strong sense of loyalty to the emperor.

Even a dog emperor like Bochang Hou Shizi is conscientious as a minister, let alone a good emperor like himself who is considerate and trusts his ministers? Ah Zhao shamelessly put a high hat on himself.

The monarch and his subjects chatted for a long time in the study.

It wasn't until Yuhu reported outside the imperial study room that the reception banquet was about to begin.

It is said to be a reception banquet, because of the country's filial piety, no dancing, music, drinking, or big banquets are allowed in the palace.

In fact, it was just that Ah Zhao called a few confidants or high-ranking courtiers to chat.

Ling Xiao's prospective father-in-law, Bo Changhou, was among this group of ministers.

When all the ministers present were about to arrive, their majesty did not arrive.

All of a sudden, everyone stood up from the table.

I greet Your Majesty, Long live Your Majesty, Long live, Long live!

Ah Zhao waved his hand and sat on the upper seat.

She didn't miss the expressions of those ministers when she walked in with Ling Xiao.

There are pride, there is disapproval of oneself as the emperor, and there are not many people who really maintain respect for the emperor.

Seeing that Ling Xiao was about to go to the first position on the right, she suddenly coughed lightly:

Come here, set up a seat for the general.

Ling Xiao paused and looked at her puzzled.

A servant carried a simple and elegant seat forward, and placed it in a position slightly shorter than the emperor's side.