MTL - Morning, the Heir - Chapter 1848 Who is the woman in the VIP?

The Dayan Dynasty lasted for more than 1,300 years.

The emperor is critically ill, the crown prince is in charge of the country, the local fairy gates are entrenched, and the central government is in chaos.

wake up,

Xu Yuan saw the ruined temple on a rainy night deep in the mountains,

I saw the strange broken-arm stone Buddha,

as well as,

The woman in black wearing tulle next to the campfire.

…

…

He became the third son of the final boss, the direct descendant of the villain with a clean life background and good roots.

The fake villain is just waiting to be slapped in the face, while the real villain is fled all over the world by a big ice lump as soon as he comes up.

Goldfinger?

False villains only rely on golden fingers to make a fortune, while real villains dare to face the bleak life!

“The sky did not give birth to me, Xu Changtian, and the villain is like a long night forever.”

“…”

“Father, save me!”

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“Hello, A007. My name is Mei Lu, a maid.”

“Bound to you, can you help me find the owner?”

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twelve years ago.

The queen gave birth to a princess, who claimed to be the prince, named Xia Shimin.

three years ago.

Xia Shimin was established as the prince, and made a marriage contract with the current Taifu’s daughter to stabilize the imperial power.

…

Zhang Ronghua had traveled through time when she was born, hereditary and hereditary, her roots were straight and her roots were straight, and she was an upright Forbidden Army. He had been in the palace for fifteen years, and his talent would increase a little with each passing day.

Seeing that the prince’s wedding was getting closer, he accidentally broke the body of the prince’s daughter.

The night of the wedding.

Prince: “You can replace the lonely bridal chamber!”

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Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.