A woman disguises herself as a man: His Royal Highness is unrivaled

Not ignoring the flash of Wu Qing's eyes, the twins looked at each other. Ling Lan put her arms around Wu Qing's shoulders distressedly, and was about to comfort her, but was shocked by the terrifyingly low temperature under her hands. "Qing'er, you..."

"A little bit of poison, it's okay." Wu Qing raised her hand. Since she accepted this family, she wouldn't hide anything.

This sentence not only did not make Ling Lan feel at ease, but made her even more worried. She is not an ignorant concubine in the palace, but she is also a strong practitioner and has some understanding of all aspects. The poison Wu Qing was talking about was none other than the cold poison, and since it could make a person's body so cold, the overbearing power of the cold poison was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Ling Lan was about to say something, but was interrupted by Wu Qing: "But I don't want the title of princess."

Now the three of them no longer care about Han Bu Han Du. If they are not princesses, how can they recognize this child as their daughter?

The old emperor felt sorry for his two lovely wives and would not let them suffer the pain of childbirth again after they each gave birth to a son. However, Ling Lan and Ling Ya clamored for a daughter every day.

It's just that their eyes are higher than the top. They searched all over the court and couldn't find anyone they liked. Although Wu Qing had the prediction from the national master, the three of them really liked this child at first sight. Those beautiful red phoenix eyes are particularly similar to their eldest son Mei Yange, and his boldness is not inferior to that of any man.

Such a girl, if you ask them to let go, you won't do it even to death!

However, Wu Qing's next words made them relax: "A weak thing like the princess is not suitable for me." Not to mention that when she returned to Moyan Pavilion, she would be laughed to death by her unscrupulous subordinates. She herself also I feel disgusting!

This time the couple was happy, but the next second they were worried again. If you don’t make a princess, you can’t make a prince, right? Wouldn't that make you feel even more aggrieved?

After thinking about it, the old emperor weakly said: "How about I give my precious daughter a title of... prince?" There is no requirement that the title of prince must be a prince. There have been many queens in history. Prince sounds like a prince. Much more domineering than the princess.

The more the couple thought about it, the more feasible it became. Then with Wu Qing's nod, the old emperor announced it to the world. Recognize Mei Wuqing as a child of the royal family, enter the family genealogy, and grant Qing the title of Prince Qing, a palace, and free access to the palace without having to kneel down!

This imperial edict that came out of the sky was like thunder, exploding the entire court into pieces, and the entire Meiying Dynasty was in an uproar. I have never heard of anyone being close to their noble emperor, let alone a person as big as Mei Wuqing. However, being granted the title of king, given a royal palace, and even exempted from kneeling, all this shows the old emperor's love for this prince Qing!

However, the old emperor was too excited, and the imperial edict did not clearly indicate the gender of Wu Qing, so there were many misunderstandings from then on...

Although the name Mei Wuqing is unfamiliar to everyone in the world, for some people, it is simply a shock. In the Moyan Pavilion, the cup in Dai Yan's hand fell from her stiff hand to the ground and shattered into pieces. An unbelievable light flashed across her pale and haggard face.

The four guardians went out overnight, two men and two women, four young and dashing figures, riding their horses and whipping their whips, and rushed towards Meidu.

In the study room of Fuying Palace, in front of the desk, there is a man with a handsome face and a brocade robe. Wolf hairs are flying in his hands, and the table is covered with memorials. Fine lines of purple and dark gold swim into a five-clawed golden dragon. His flying figure shows his nobility.

Fu Yingdijun, Fu Zhaoli.

"Your Majesty, will this year's draft be held as usual?"

"Well, let's stop the past few years." Putting down the memorial in his hand, turning to the next page, Fu Zhaoli ordered calmly.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The steward didn't say much. They didn't need to guess what the master meant, they just had to do as he was told.

"What's going on with Meiying recently?" Fu Zhaoli asked casually. Although the two dynasties were entrenched, which one didn't want to devour the other? He has just ascended the throne as the new king, and this is the time when Meiying is most likely to take action, so he cannot be careless.

"Back to the Emperor, there is nothing special," the steward replied. After thinking for a while, he added, "However, Emperor Meiying adopted a man named Mei Wuqing as his son and gave him the title of King Qing."

This kind of thing is not a big deal, but it always makes people feel strange that it is so sudden. Besides the twin flowers, Emperor Meiying was surrounded by the prince Meiyange, and none of the courtiers who were his favorites were named Meiwuqing. This figure came out of nowhere.

While the manager was depressed, he suddenly heard a soft sound, and saw the young emperor who was always calm and calm sitting in front of the dragon case staring at him. The wolf hair in his hand had fallen to the ground, splattering with tiny ink marks. .

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"

"Repeat it again! Repeat it for me!" Fu Zhaoli suddenly started.

"Yes!" The steward was startled and repeated what he just said without missing a word: "Emperor Meiying adopted a man named Mei Wuqing as his son and gave him the title of King Qing. Your Majesty, is this true? Is there something fishy?"

Strange?

Fu Zhaoli's hand holding the memorial trembled slightly. Wu Qing, Mei Wu Qing, this name, this name that made him say it thousands of times every day and every night, and made his heart hurt thousands of times, reappeared.

But something suddenly occurred to him. Fu Zhaoli's face turned pale. He took a deep breath and asked, "How are the preparations for the funeral going?"

The subject suddenly changed. Although the steward had doubts, he did not dare to ask more questions. He just replied: "Back to the emperor, everything has been put in place, just waiting for the day of burial."

As if his strength had been drained all of a sudden, Fu Zhaoli sat down on the chair and raised his hand to the manager tiredly.

The manager bowed respectfully to Fu Zhaoli, bowed and exited the imperial study.

Looking at the closed door, Fu Zhaoli smiled bitterly. He watched Wu Qing fall with his own eyes, watched her breath dissipate, and her body was now resting in the palace. How could Wu Qing be the new prince of the Meiying Dynasty?

It’s just the same name...

Unlike the mourning in Fuying Palace, the Meiying Palace was filled with joy.

In Ling Lan's Fengxiang Palace, a door was gently opened. Under the outline of the early morning light, a man yawned and half asleep, leaning on the door frame.

Ling Lan Lingya, who was waiting at the door, immediately turned around and looked, her beautiful eyes full of water and filled with surprise.

The men's white coat is simple and elegant, and the silver piping on the collar makes it even more noble. Dressed in a fox fur, the snow-white collar fur made Wu Qing's face even whiter. The faint silver patterns on the robe shine brightly in the warm winter sunshine.

Drenched in cold poison, Wu Qing's face was paler than that of ordinary people, but under a pair of seductive red and phoenix eyes and golden and silver pupils, there was a sickly and strange enchantment everywhere.

Wu Qing had always been wearing men's clothes when he came here, although the loose outer robe was missing and the bottom was leaking. But that day, the twins happily brought her a bunch of women's clothes, and her face twitched.

After tripping over the hem of her skirt for the thirteenth time, the delighted twins sighed and equipped her with a closet of men's clothing...

However, Wu Qing did not present himself as a man like in his previous life. His clothes were men's, but he no longer tied his hair with a jade crown. Of course, she didn't pull up her hair in a bun like a woman. Her black hair was hanging down casually and irregularly, which suited her lazy temperament.

"As expected of my daughter, she is so handsome even in men's clothes!" Ling Ya took a long time to calm down her racing heart and sighed in admiration, "If Qing'er had been a man and had been born twenty years earlier, I would definitely not have wanted to do that. Old fool!"

"Qing'er is much better than Yan Ge and Xi'er." Ling Lan couldn't help but admire. Wu Qing's face was difficult to distinguish between male and female. If she hadn't known that she was a woman from the beginning, she really couldn't tell the difference now.