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

OK! Of course it’s good! Fu Ying's Imperial Master is inferior to one person in the Fu Ying Dynasty, but more than ten thousand people. Who dares to stop him if he wants to enter or leave the city? Moreover, I have stayed in the Meiying Dynasty for such a long time, and I have finally returned home with my beautiful wife. I want to take my beautiful wife to travel around the mountains and rivers, and have fun, are you embarrassed to stop me, eh?

Tianyuan Palace ordered a strict investigation? Oh, but this has nothing to do with someone else’s national division?

This setting couldn’t be better! Therefore, Ruhua Meijuan’s new outfit appears...

"Xiao Qing'er, come out, don't waste time." Seeing Wu Qing frozen on the spot without moving, with a sinister smile on his face, Huang Yin stretched out his hand to her without changing his expression, his wide sleeves fluttering , the gentleman is wandering.

Looking at the hand in front of him that even a woman could not compare with, Wu Qing narrowed his eyes, an extremely bright luster suddenly flashed across his eyes, and he smiled softly: "Okay, I'll come out right now."

After finishing speaking, she raised her hand and placed it on Huang Yin's palm. Her clean and translucent nails were particularly eye-catching in the slightly dim car. A flash of light flashed at the end of his eyes, and Wu Qing suddenly stood up on tiptoes and jumped directly into Huang Yin's arms.

Outside the carriage, everyone could only see a streak of bright red stained with blood rushing straight into the arms of the fat man. His black hair was as black and shiny as the night sky, and his flowing sleeves and skirt were fluttering. There are extremely dazzling afterimages in the roundabout in mid-air.

At that moment, blood-stained pear blossoms spread all over the sky.

Huang Yin, who had long been prepared to be embarrassed, wrapped his arms around Wu Qing and held Wu Qing tightly in his arms, but the proud Imperial Master had forgotten that he was now seriously injured!

As soon as she hit it, her face turned pale, and a suppressed groan came from her throat, and there was a vague smell of fishy sweetness.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Yin's expression remained unchanged. He stroked the top of Wu Qing's hair with one hand, and a thick touch of endearment spread on his eyebrows: "Xiao Qing'er, don't make trouble."

"My lord, don't make trouble." The black face just now had all faded away, Wu Qing smiled like a demon, buried her head in Huang Yin's chest and rubbed hard, successfully hearing his groan of pain.

Uh-huh, she majestic His Royal Highness took care of the injured for three days and three nights, even if he wanted to be injured, he had to be injured by her hands!

"Master Imperial Master, is this...is..." After finally recovering from Yeli's blush, the guard stuttered and asked.

Without waiting for Huang Yin to answer, Wu Qing had already reached out from his arms, hooked the guard's chin with one hand, and his green and transparent fingers showed their softness in the clear sunlight: "Why, this is you. Someone who wants to investigate closely, huh?"

The enchanting and soaring tail note captures the heart and soul, but it is clearly a charming gesture and a calm word, but there is a faint and frightening air of oppression.

At that moment, people almost ignored Wu Qing's finger hooked on the guard's chin, but even if they noticed, no one would think that she was teasing.

"Hiss!" When people's eyes turned to Wu Qing's face, the sound of gasping came one after another on the field.

The pale face has no makeup, and the sickly color not only does not show any weakness, but also adds a bit of thrilling mystery and sharpness. The two-colored eyes have been covered by a spell, and the phoenix eyes flying into the temples are so deep that they seem to suck the whole world in. in.

The bright red clothes and the cold light illuminate the enchanting blue hair.

The crimson lips are fragrant, and the solitary fragrance is appreciated alone and one thinks highly of oneself!

Glancing at the staring eyes in the audience, Huang Yin frowned. He shouldn't have let the little monster come out dressed like this just to feast his eyes. This confrontation may have created many love rivals for him, both overtly and covertly!

"No... no! Your Excellency is a distinguished guest of the Imperial Preceptor. How can you be a member of the Three Religions and Nine Streams who are under strict investigation?" After being stunned for a long time, the guard managed to organize his words.

"Let me inform your City Lord that I and the National Preceptor will stay at the City Lord's Mansion for one night." He raised his hand, and Wu Qing didn't make much of a fuss, just giving instructions casually.

"Hey? Okay! Okay! I'll leave immediately!" I didn't think there was anything wrong with Wu Qing being the one who gave the order instead of Huang Yin. After receiving the beauty's order, the guard immediately ran away.

Not long after, the City Lord's Mansion sent someone to greet Wu Qing and Huang Yin. Even though Wu Qing had told them not to be too ostentatious, there were still guards and servants outside the City Lord's Mansion.

But to Wu Qing's surprise, the Lord of the City was not seen in the vast sea of ​​people, only a few noble princes in brocade robes led the Prime Minister to welcome him. It is said that the city lord is seriously ill and bedridden.

Seriously ill? Bedridden? When a high-ranking official comes to patrol, which city lord doesn't come to greet him with a nod and a bow, so that he can get close to him? Is recuperating from illness more important than pleasing senior officials and getting promoted?

Vaguely, Wu Qing always felt that this family was strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. The position of city lord of each main city in the Fuying Dynasty was hereditary, passed down from father to son from generation to generation. It could be said to be a miniature family world, so the city lords and their ilk were extremely public.

But in the ten years before the rebirth of the Shrine, Wu Qing, who was in the Fuying Dynasty, did not hear much news about the city lord who was rebuking the city. He only knew that this family was very low-key and rarely appeared in front of the public, even if he had to. When he shows up, he won't be as conspicuous as other powerful people.

Wu Qing didn't think about the problem that he couldn't figure out. Anyway, it was Fu Ying's business. Even if something went wrong, it wasn't her, the Prince of Meiying Dynasty's business!

Holding Huang Yin's hand, Wu Qing got off the carriage, and the layers of gauze were gathered and dragged on the ground. It was not cumbersome, but it was a bit elegant and elegant, floating like a feather. The wide belt on her slender waist was tightly cinched, and the light layer of blazing red was too wide if it was too wide, and too tight if it was too short, which just outlined her exquisite figure.

Huang Yin's usually indifferent eyes were filled with only wonder. He knew that Wu Qing would look good in women's clothes. He knew it from the day she escaped from the hands of the goddess to find him, but this red dress made her look great. It was beyond his expectation.

The blazing red, worn on Wu Qing's body, is not the usual softness of women, but it brings out her loneliness, coldness and cruelty to the fullest!

If this person were a man, he would be a hero in troubled times! No, even if she is a woman, the Shadow Continent is in her hands!

"Why, you are fascinated by me, huh?" Wu Qing suddenly came close to Huang Yin's ear and blew a low breath on his neck.

The shallow cold breath on the exposed skin had an indescribable strange feeling. Huang Yin suppressed the emotions that came up, grabbed Wu Qing's waist, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Qing'er, don't be ridiculous."

"I am happy, can you take care of it?" I will kill you while you are sick! If you want to bully and take revenge, hurry up during this time!

Huang Yin shook his head, helpless.

"Master Imperial Master, Madam Imperial Master, please come with this old slave." The steward of the City Lord's Mansion quickly came up to them, saluted the two of them, and then made an invitation gesture and led them into the mansion. .