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

Being misunderstood as the wife of the Imperial Master, Wu Qing did not defend herself. Such an identity was not painful and did not feel like a dime, and it was more convenient to act under this name.

Soon, the housekeeper led the two people to the prepared guest room. He lowered his head and said: "Master and Madam, please rest for now. If you have any orders, please tell me. The Lord of the City has said that everything must be listened to by the Master." Your Majesty orders."

"Go down." Huang Yin raised his hand in response, and the housekeeper didn't linger much. He bowed and exited the room, not forgetting to close the door.

"Well, now I don't even have to pay for the rent, and I can live in a five-star suite directly." Wu Qing swept around the room with his skirt in hand. Naturally, the guest room in the City Lord's Mansion for receiving the Imperial Master would not be any worse.

However, before Wuqing lay down on the bed and rolled around twice with the quilt in her arms, she felt a tightening around her waist and her whole body was pulled back.

"Disaster, you... ugh!" He was only halfway through his words, but the rest was already swallowed up by the thin lips that were under negative pressure. Wu Qing stared at this Duan Xiu who was in heat whenever he said he was in heat. However, his whole body He was pinned against the wall, his hands were captured, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

The inside of his mouth was swept away, the tip of his tongue was numb from being sucked, and Wu Qing became angry. She's a master at flirting, but a rookie in actual combat, but doesn't she know how to use violence to solve it?

"Hiss!" Huang Yin grunted in pain, stroking his chest and coughing violently, with a few wisps of blood faintly mixed in.

Wu Qing didn't sympathize with him. Anyway, this guy's dangerous period was over. In addition, he was awake and a doctor above the god level, so he couldn't die.

However, Wu Qing frowned when he saw the purple color seeping out from the inside of Huang Yin's clothes. When they were at the city gate, she picked up his external wound and hit him hard. Just now, he was tortured by her again, and Huang Yin's wound should have cracked.

"Lie down obediently and change the dressing!" He touched his nose and felt a little bit of guilt in his heart, but he still showed no mercy at all.

Huang Yin gave a bitter laugh, but he also knew that he didn't have the capital to eat tofu yet, so he touched the top of Wu Qing's hair and lay on the bed.

Wu Qing rummaged through the storage ring to find the powder and bandages, sat on the bed and uncovered Huang Yin's clothes. I saw that the originally frost-white bandage had been stained with scarlet dots, and the eye-catching color spread like breaking waves on the beach.

Narrowing her phoenix eyes slightly, Wu Qing's fingertips flashed a dark light, and the tight bandage was easily cut, and a scar across her chest was exposed in front of her.

The scab was split open, and the invisible knife edge could be vaguely seen. The gurgling blood continued to gush out from it, gradually soaking into the chest like a jade.

The thin lips as red as a demon pursed slightly, and a murderous intent flashed in Wu Qing's eyes. Damn Tianyuan Palace, damn Divine Palace, the gap between them is getting bigger and bigger! If it weren't for them, how could Huang Yin destroy the Thousand Layers Palace, activate the restriction, and be seriously injured?

Of course, His Highness Prince Qing, who is obsessed with face and narcissistic, will not put the responsibility of re-opening the wound on himself.

She took out the handkerchief soaked in the clear water sprinkled with medicinal powder and was about to wring it dry when Wu Qing's movements suddenly stopped. Her palm froze, and a cluster of icy flames with curling cold smoke bounced up.

Almost at the same time, there was a whooshing sound, and a thumb-sized hole was opened in the closed window, and something rushed towards Wuqing with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

However, when she saw clearly the appearance of the attacking object, Wu Qing suddenly put away the murderous aura, and turned her palms to retract the ice flames. She stretched out two of them and pinched them gently, and everything in the room returned to calm.

Opening his palm, he saw an arrow only as big as his index finger lying in the white and tender palm, with the words Mo Yan flying above it, wildly and wantonly. This is a message from Mo Yan Pavilion. The method is extremely cruel and very in line with the taste of those embryo killers!

Will it hurt the other person?

That's because you're not good at studying and you deserve it!

Will it hurt the master?

joke! You are always sick, go back and take medicine as soon as possible!

Wu Qing was about to split the arrow, but the hole in the window was reflected in the back of his eyes, and his expression became condensed. Although this method of interrogation is brutal, few people notice it. After all, the tribesmen who dare to interrogate like this are very confident about confidentiality.

If you leave it alone, it doesn't matter if it doesn't tip over. However, this is Kuicheng, which is controlled by Tianyuan Palace and even the Goddess. In other words, there might be people here for them.

If those people were here, it would be impossible not to discover this accident! If you conceal an attack, anyone with a discerning eye will know something fishy!

Well, what to do?

Touching his chin, Wu Qing suddenly smiled slyly.

He casually broke the arrow into two pieces, took out the note inside, and with a bang, Wu Qing roughly pushed open the door.

The guard who was standing guard was so frightened that he turned his head and suddenly came face to face with that demon-like face. Before he was immersed in the beauty, the sharp light dancing on the other party's eyebrows woke him up.

Throwing out the broken arrow without the Mo Yan mark, Wu Qing raised his eyebrows and said, "Assassin attacks, search for me!"

The guard was shocked by Wu Qing's menacing force, but after all he caught the word "assassin", his mind was stimulated, and he quickly ran towards the steward who was coming here with the broken arrow in his hands.

Looking at the housekeeper from a distance, whether he was here to test or if he was really concerned, Wu Qing said in a cold voice: "The Imperial Master was assassinated while staying in your mansion. I hope your mansion will give me an explanation!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the butler's reply, Wu Qing grandly closed the door.

What does it mean to complain first to the evildoer? That’s it! Rather than letting the housekeeper question the "assassination", it would be better to reveal the matter yourself and dispel the other party's suspicion.

Search it, search it! Go search for assassins and stop bothering her! Anyway, there was just such a gap, and the members of Moyan Pavilion who delivered the message had already slipped away...

Looking at Wu Qing, who was sitting back on the edge of the bed with a pale face and seemed to have done nothing bad, Huang Yin raised the corners of her lips. This person is straightforward and ruthless, and the way he behaves is even more annoying, but why does he become more and more cute the more you look at him?

Seeing the narrow smile on Huang Yin's face, Wu Qing raised her eyebrows, but ignored him and just unfolded the note in her hand.

Then, Huang Yin saw the face of Wuqing in the clear sky, suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the smile full of slender peach blossom eyes was like graffiti after a heavy rain, washed away in an instant. The delicate crimson lips were pursed into a straight line, and there was a vague anger pouring out!

Not just violent, but also murderous!

"Xiao Qing'er, what's wrong?" Huang Yin's expression straightened, and she had vaguely noticed something. Even though Wu Qing is unstable, he rarely gets truly angry unless something really happens.