Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

"Hey, that raw water can't drink..." A Zhao shouted.

At this moment, Zhao Wei didn't care what water was ripe. He only knew that if he didn't drink water anymore, he might become the first prince to be killed by Shantou in the history of Da Yan.

It’s hard to go on, Zhao’s heart only feels a vicissitude.

He has fallen into such a situation!

Seeing that Azhao was preparing to start eating, Zhao Xin was somewhat dissatisfied and thought that this woman could really have no conscience. Seeing that he was being uncomfortable, he was indifferent and only concerned about eating.

But on the one hand, he has already said: "You eat slowly."

A Zhao looked at him and didn't quite understand what his words meant.

But she soon understood - this gimmick is simply too hard to do.

Still no taste.

For this blessing, Azhao can't swallow it, and naturally it won't be picked up.

Zhao Yan was cold-eyed and glared at her little bit of tears to die and went to her mouth. It felt very funny in her heart, and her lips were uncontrollable.

However, he quickly reacted and forced to press.

The discourse convention of exporting is cold: "Wang Hao followed me to this happy palace, and even the normal meals could not be eaten. Why?"

A Zhaoxin said that when you are willing, you are too lazy to take care of you if you are not a male lord.

On the face, she faintly glanced at Zhao, and did not speak.

Zhao Wei looked at her and suddenly turned away without saying a word.

Azhao looked at him with a glimpse of his back and continued to die with his hoe.

After half an hour, Zhao Wei came over.

There is also a kettle in his hand.

At this time, Azhao was making a barely clean cloth, and screwed the water to wipe the sleeping hall. The place to sleep must always be clean.

Zhao Wei looked at the **** that had barely moved on the plate, and the brow screwed.

"Qin." He called her.

A Zhao smashed out the rag, Zhao Wei looked at her hand, white and raw, a finger like a radish root, as if born to be in the splendid heap of happiness. But at this moment, it was not the scented scent, but the dirty rag.

He felt that this scene was very glaring.

The brow subconsciously wrinkled, and he said, "Things in your hand, throw it away!"

Azhao looked at him silently, thinking that the prince had not come out of the honorable life of the past.

She thought that the other side was very pitiful, so she explained: "I have to sort out the sleeping hall, or I still can't sleep tonight."

"I said throw it away!" Zhao Wei shouted.

Suddenly, the sound of the high voice scared Azhao’s hand and the rag fell to the ground.

"Now, go and wash your hands." Zhao Wei ordered.

Azhao went to the well and went to the side to react. Why should I listen to him?

She stopped her dissatisfaction and turned her head to protest. She saw Zhao Zheng bending down and carrying a kettle to pour something into a clean bowl.

It is boiling water that is still hot.

When he noticed his gaze, Zhao Wei said with impatience: "What else is still honed, and wash your hands and eat!"

A Zhao’s heart trembled and suddenly understood what Zhao Zhao’s going out was.

He is burning hot water.

She walked cleanly and walked to the broken stone table.

The two hard-headed hoes have been soaked in boiling water, softened, and finally have a hint of food.