Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

A puff of hot air rushed straight to the top of the head.

At this moment, Ling Xiao is extremely grateful for the ability that he has cultivated for so many years, and his face remains unchanged when Mount Tai is overwhelmed.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will lose my composure in front of His Majesty at this moment.

He tried his best to keep his face sullen, but the corners of his mouth still opened a little uncontrollably.

My lord, thank you for your trust.

The hero is in a good mood at the moment. This is A Zhao's conclusion.

He was looking down at the memorial that he handed him carefully. The content on it, Ah Zhao knew, was a proposal from the Ministry of War to change the military system, and the content was very serious.

But the male protagonist watched the whole process with a smile.

Marshmallow saw A Zhao dragging his chin and staring at the male lead, and secretly complained in his heart: You have said such words that are close to confession, can he be unhappy?

Ling Xiao originally just glanced at it hastily, but as he watched it all the way, he became more and more amazed.

The draft proposed by Minister of the Ministry of War is not so amazing, but some of the points in Ah Zhao's reply, although immature, are clear and clear, and directly point to the key parts.

Hit the nail on the head.

In fact, Ah Zhao is a little ashamed: after all, she has traveled through so many worlds, and some things, even if she doesn't understand deeply, she knows a little bit.

Standing on the shoulders of giants, what you see and know is not so fair compared with people in this era.

Ling Xiao read it word by word, and when he looked up again, his eyes were already shining: Your Majesty is a great talent!

Azhao was a little embarrassed: I'm just a little opinion, how can I deserve such praise from the general.

Ling Xiao shook his head, looking at A Zhao as if looking at a slowly glowing treasure.

He had already made preparations: Even if His Majesty is of ordinary aptitude, he can still frighten the court, and then gradually promote some loyal and talented people.

Mediocrity is not such a fatal problem, it is not bad to know how to employ people and be able to maintain success.

But now it seems that His Majesty gave him a surprise.

Assisting a king with mediocre qualifications is the same as assisting a wise king. Although both are assistants, for a courtier, the satisfaction he can get from it is absolutely incomparable.

On the one hand, Ling Xiao was delighted with this, but on the other hand, he made up his mind more firmly: he must take good care of His Majesty, and he must not be distracted by some strange people.

...

Back to the palace.

It's still early.

Ah Zhao thought of the family of Bo Changhou, and called Yuhu over in a blink of an eye: Tell me, who are the noble girls in Beijing who have passed the marriageable age and never married?

A young girl in her prime should not be spoiled by the prince of Bochang Hou!

Older ones are not good either, you have to pick and choose among them.

Ah Zhao thought for a while, and then said: Younger ones, divorced or widowed ones are fine.

Yuhu: ...

She looked at A Zhao cautiously: Your Majesty, you want these... What do you want?

It's understandable if you want some young people with good reputation and good family background, although His Majesty's real identity... But even if you want to hide it from the world, you have to get married.

but this...

Ah Zhao puffed up his face and glanced at her: I have my own opinion.

Yuhu: Yes, yes, yes, you are His Majesty, you are cute, you are right!

Even if she becomes His Majesty, Yuhu and the maids who have taken care of the son since childhood still have a deep bond with her and are not afraid of her.

The efficiency of the chief maid of Ziji Palace is naturally high.

In less than an hour, Yuhu brought a thick booklet and picture scroll to Ah Zhao.