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

"Master, are you going to Fudu?" Cang Yan asked as the topic changed. Fudu was the capital of Fuying Dynasty. "Fu Zhaoli's funeral will be held for you in ten days."

The master of the Moyan Pavilion died inexplicably, and his close friend Fu Zhaoli, the monarch of the Fuying Dynasty, gave her a grand burial with royal ceremony. The news of the death of this generation of geniuses has shocked the entire human world, and Fu Zhaoli's behavior of disregarding royal etiquette for her caused a stir.

"Of course I have to take my body back myself." Picking up a petal that fell on his head, Wu Qing spoke in a leisurely tone, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Outside Prince Qing's Mansion, the man stood on the left, the woman stood on the right, and the matchmaker stood in the middle. There was a lot of noise.

Since the appearance of Taohuafangyuan, Prime Minister Wanchuan has dominated the court with overwhelming power. Although there is no news about his strength, in this era where the strong is respected, Wuqing still ranks as the number one male and female in Meidu. Lover, and his gender has become the first of the ten unsolved mysteries of Meiying Dynasty!

Overnight, the portrait of Wu Qing leaked out from nowhere, boiling Mei Mei even more, and attracted bees and butterflies to Prince Qing's palace. Every day at dawn, there would be a large number of gentlemen and young ladies strolling outside the door with great expectations. , the matchmaker even leveled the threshold.

After waiting for a long time, the door of Prince Qing's Mansion opened a crack. The servant stretched out a hand and hung a wooden sign on the door and closed the door conveniently. For fear that if it was too late, the group of people outside who were crazy about Wu Qing would leave. He was eaten alive.

When Prince Qing goes on a trip, he will thank his guests behind closed doors without seeing them off.

It was the end of the year, the New Year's Eve party was approaching, and affairs in the court were busy. Prince Qing actually traveled at this time, and was not arrested by the old emperor as a coolie, which shows the old emperor's love for her. From then on, Wu Qing became known as the idle prince.

The New Year is approaching, but at this time, Fudu, which should be a lively and festive place, is immersed in silence.

Since the death of the master of Moyan Pavilion, Fu Zhaoli ordered the whole country to mourn and banned all entertainment. Violators will be executed. For this reason, all the romantic places and even street actors are closed to welcome guests, and the streets are deserted.

It was dawn at this moment, but the court hall that should have been full of courtiers was empty. On the contrary, in the royal mausoleum, guards lined up on both sides, and the quiet cemetery was once again opened to the public after the shadow of the late emperor.

Among the many mausoleums, a brand-new tombstone reflects the light of the rising sun. It is a newly built mausoleum. The sunlight was obviously so warm, but it made people feel a kind of pale coldness. All civil and military officials, all dressed in white, knelt on the ground in front of a coffin that had not yet been buried.

Today is the day when the master of the Moyan Pavilion is buried. All the officials are exempted from the morning court and all officials must come to express their condolences. The funeral will be presided over by Fu Zhaoli himself.

The whole body of the coffin is green and transparent. It is made of delicate jade, without any trace of connection. The entire coffin is made of a huge piece of beautiful jade.

Such a large piece of jade as a sculpture is definitely an art treasure that has been honored for thousands of years, but it turned into a coffin that was going to be buried in the loess with one word from Fu Zhaoli.

But for the sake of the master of Moyan Pavilion, Fu Zhaoli despised all etiquette, ignored the advice of his officials, buried her in the imperial mausoleum, and personally presided over the funeral. What did a jade coffin mean?

"Wu Qing, I was wrong, I was really wrong..." Beside the jade coffin, ignoring the presence of the officials, Fu Zhaoli had taken off his dragon robe and was dressed in mournful plain white clothes, with a miserable expression.

For example, the face is carefully carved, with no more and no less, and the features are picturesque without losing the majesty of a man. The thin lips are slightly pursed, with a somewhat translucent texture. Although he was dressed in mourning clothes, he still couldn't hide his elegant demeanor, which was like a noble prince.

However, he is an emperor, and the domineering flash between his eyebrows is the best proof.

"Wu Qing, if I don't force you, will you come back?" Fu Zhaoli stretched out his hand to touch the white, almost transparent face in the jade coffin, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

Pale skin without any blood color, eyebrows that were closed tightly, even if it was just a pair of peaceful sleepy eyes, one could still imagine the magnificence at the moment he opened his eyes at a glance.

If it hadn't been for the bone-chilling temperature, if it hadn't been for the breathless nose, if it hadn't been for living in a jade coffin, no one would have imagined that the person in front of them had fallen into an eternal sleep.

Fu Zhaoli shook his head mockingly. If Wu Qing was still here, how could he lie so quietly? How could she let him touch her face after that incident?

I had already smashed a wine bottle on his head and kicked him out!

But now, he would rather be beaten honestly, but this is no longer possible.

"Your Majesty, time..." Fu Zhaoli's attendant reminded him, but he stopped mid-sentence because he was afraid that he would be killed if he talked too much.

Fu Zhaoli's hand clenched and unclenched, repeated several times, and finally closed his eyes, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Elegy!"

Under an order, no one dared to delay, and the palace musicians who used to play music for the princes and nobles hurriedly played lamentations. The courtiers were also aware of the situation, and they all burst into tears spontaneously, as if they were their own parents who died, and there was a wailing in the audience.

No one saw the figure swaying in the Cangtian Ancient Forest a few hundred meters away from the mausoleum.

"With a tomb of a hundred square steps and a tombstone of twenty meters, my status seems to be higher after death." Wu Qing retracted her distant gaze and fiddled with the white folding fan in her hand, but her eyes had already Use charms to cover up the original ink color.

The funeral system in the human world has always been strict. Different classes have different tomb specifications after their death. And with a tombstone of one hundred square steps and a tombstone of twenty meters, it was a standard duke's tomb.

But, so what?

"I can't afford such a grand burial!" Wu Qing sighed quietly, with a few sarcasm swirling on his lips.

When a person dies, everything is fleeting. What’s the point of no matter how high the status symbol is or how heavy the etiquette is?

Fortunately, she woke up in this body and could see her treatment after death from a distance, and also expressed her condolences to her previous life. Otherwise, wouldn't Fu Zhaoli's hard work be in vain?

"Master, can you do it? If it's a little later, we'll have to dig your grave!" Lan Yan asked teasingly. They would be buried after the elegy, and they didn't want to do such an immoral thing.

The corners of Dai Yan's mouth trembled, did they ask such a question? The good and sad atmosphere was completely wiped out in this way.

However, digging the master's grave is really a bit...

"It's okay. It's produced by the royal family. Even the quality of the tomb is better than ordinary ones. Your master, I feel sorry for your jade hands. How can I let you dig it?" Wu Qing threw a sentence lightly, and then heard a heavy object hitting the ground. the sound of.