The Great Core's Paradox - Chapter 149: Filling The Senses

Stands in front of you,The overseer and protector of darkness,The disruptor and reinventor of order,The creator and persecutor of sycophants,The hidden actress queen, the goddess of the night, the nightmare of Gods and their gravedigger,The True Ancestor of Blood—Charlotte de Castell.Accompanied by madness, born from blood, hand in hand with curses, walking alongside destruction.This is a tale belonging to the Bloodborne…

Xie Dongling is the youngest son of the Marquis of Kangding. For this brother who was hard-earned, his family loves him in every possible way, and he is naive and squeamish.
Accidentally fell into the water, and he traveled to the modern age, becoming Ran Dongling who looked like him, and inexplicably had a handsome and handsome husband.
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Qiu Ci has a fiancée that he has never met. To what extent, he has no news about his fiancée except for an old photo. He even suspects that there is no such person in this world. Business cooperation takes him as a deal.
After the cameo movie was finished, Qiu Ci received a call from his grandfather and told him that his fiancee was going back to China.
Is the fiancée real?
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A gossip suddenly spread on the Internet: The new actor Qiu Ci has been engaged.
Netizens eat melons:
“Oh shit, it’s nice to have the best actor in the front and a sweet wife in the back.”
Fans refute the rumor:
“Don’t cue my brother, I’m filming deep in the mountains.”
The client, Qiu Ci, was unaware of the storms on the Internet. He was watching a dog-blood mother-in-law drama with Ran Dongling at home, and he posted a public Weibo by the way.
That night’s Weibo was directly stuck on a white screen.
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In order to cultivate the relationship between the two, Grandpa Chou decided to let them participate in a couple variety show.
When doing a mission in a live broadcast, the mission was that they had to climb to the Marriage Temple on the top of the mountain before 12:00 noon. Before they had climbed one-third of the way, Ran Dongling screamed that he was tired, and he grabbed Qiu Ci’s schoolbag. Belt, I want Qiu Ci to carry him up the mountain.
The barrage in the live room scrolled wildly.
[Ha ha]
[Have no feet? ]
[The other teams have already climbed halfway up the mountain, you are tired from picking flowers for a long time? ]
But what they didn’t expect was that Qiu Ci, who has always been indifferent to people, actually changed his schoolbag to the front and squatted down in front of him.
[? ? ? ]
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Read the guide:
1. Background same-sex marriage
2. Have a child, the text does not have a child (have a pregnancy), and the extra is born
3. Shou is really really stupid
4. The word of hatred (qiu)
5. Read the first chapter in detail
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Search keywords: Protagonist: Ran Dongling, Qiu Ci ┃ Supporting roles: Xiu Zhi’an, Chen Yao, etc. ┃ Others:

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The Prince Regent of the Zong Dynasty, Lin Bozhou, looked noble and benevolent on the outside but disgustingly filthy on the inside.

This traitorous minister, whom everyone had condemned.

One day, Meng Huan, who just transmigrated into a book, arrived into the bedroom in a sedan chair after he was forcefully sold as a male concubine to the Prince Regent.

How to keep himself safe in the face of this treacherous minister? Meng Huan was prepared to act like the original host, that was, being an aloof and cold man who would rather die than obey the Prince Regent. He would despise this man, while showing off his intelligence and wisdom, and occasionally, engaged in a game of wits with the Prince Regent.

Only this way would the Prince Regent love and respect him.

He could also be like the original host, winning the man’s favor but choosing to ignore it, making his escape in style, and forcing the calm Prince Regent glow in red anger.

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However, when he tried to recall the incoming part to play as the original host, Meng Huan suddenly froze.

Meng—Low IQ— Huan: What were the crafty plots and machinations?

Meng—Low IQ—Huan: What were the words the original host used to scold the man?

Meng—Low IQ—Huan: Oh no, I am finished, I am done for. I am toast QAQ

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The male concubine he bought were said to possess determined character, and very likely going to commit suicide by bitting off his own tongue, or viciously shout foul words at him.

Always calm and collected, Lin Bozhou, who was not one to force himself on another or witness bloodshed, was ready to free this man.

Yet, when he entered the door, he saw a dazed beauty, looking at a loss while saying in a very soft voice, “Hus-husband?”

The beauty looked to be racking his brain as if his life depended on it.

Then, after a few seconds of stupefaction, he appeared to have given up. “I would better serve you in bed.”

Lin Bozhou: “…?”

The absolute wise minister and his dumb wife : )

This story is also known as The Waste Who Transmigrated into a Political Fiction

*A powerful and smart minister gong vs dumb and delicate beauty shou

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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.