Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Sho woke up very quickly this time.

Across the veil, I heard voices from the outside: “... Miss is fine, just need to rest well, I will prescribe a dose of warm formula...”

The voice gradually disappeared.

Soon, the gauze was lifted.

First is a beautiful woman with red eyes: "My dear child, why can't you think this through and put yourself in such a bad position? ”

Next to it came a cold scolding sound: "Huh! I think it is you who spoiled her all day long. If you are so discreet, it is the fault of the family! ”

Zhao: “...”

She had a headache and said, "I'm hungry. ”

Hungry?

The beautiful woman hurried and said, "The kitchen has been warming up porridge. Come on, get it on! ”

The harsh middle-aged man next to her heard her say that, and the color of the god eased a little and stopped talking.

Zhao was cautiously lifted up and put a pillow on his back.

After a bowl of porridge, she still had a little something to eat, but the beautiful woman wouldn't let her eat too much.

She dropped the bowl and wiped the corner of Zhao's mouth herself.

“You silly child...” She opened her mouth and the tears fell again.

Zhao: “...”

Broad brain pain.

“Mother.” she shouted softly, "I'm dizzy. ”

The beautiful woman hurried and said, "Then lie still. ”

“Pearl coral, you take good care of the lady. ”

“Yes.”

The curtain fell again, A Zhao lay on a soft bed and finally had the energy to receive the plot.

This body is a well-known young daughter of Lord Wenyuan, sixteen years old.

The Culture House is a prestigious and privileged home, and the young girls are naturally very sweet and precious.

If that's all, it's nothing.

The most indispensable part of the capital is your daughter. Though precious, she is not the only one. There are also many princess county princesses who have not married.

But it is unusual.

On the day of her 100-day feast, the Buddhist monk was present. At first glance, she was shocked: “This woman, with her phoenix life, will have a son! ”

Because this sentence should reach the age of sixteen, character is the best choice, but no one in Beijing dares to ask to marry.

Whatever the Buddhist monk said is true or false, rumors have spread. Who dares to marry her and bear a charge of concealing heresy?

The palace is waiting.

The eldest son of the Orient Palace was killed when he was a child. Over the years, none of the princes were born. The rest of the prince is quite prolific.

But no one dares to contaminate His Majesty until his heart is known.

Even those royal grandchildren, every one of them should be seen as something in his own pocket.

And the man who owns this world, Zhao did not expect, is Zhan Ming.

Surprisingly, Zhang Ming was the eldest son of the prince who was killed.

He was abducted by the criminal and thrown off a cliff, but fortunately he was not dead. He was picked up by the monks, shaved his home from an early age and became a monk.

As for the task...

“Find a way for Zhan Ming to return to his old age, inherit the throne, and reach the height of his life? ”

The marshmallows sighed: "Yes. ”

“The male lead is the son of the Orient Palace, the righteous Crown Prince. According to the plot, in six months' time, his true identity will be discovered, and he will return to the palace to open the path of the palace struggle. However..."

“He, wholeheartedly to Buddha, is not willing to return vulgar, nor is he interested in the throne. ”

Zhao summed up: “So, the male owner just wants to be a quiet monk. Should we make him emperor? ”

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First three more.

Continue at night ~