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

This time the man in green didn't say anything more, and the smile on his lips was still gentle and elegant. Raising his hand to touch the guqin he brought with him, that face, that smile, those hands, and those strings, if Wu Qing were there, he would definitely scream in surprise.

His long fingers covered the brocade string, and he played with it a few times as if he was trying out a sound. Something seemed to spread out from the air, gently hitting people's hearts, and making the four guardians' hearts tremble.

There is Wuqing, the master who is a sound master. The four guardians are very familiar with this kind of power. This man is a sound master! Even if they couldn't see through his strength, from the fact that he made them feel immense pressure just by auditioning, the four guardians knew that the cultivation level of the man in green was definitely far above them!

The four guardians were a little anxious. Wu Qing had not mentioned this person before. In other words, even Wu Qing was not aware of his existence. They were not sure what Wu Qing's chance of winning against this person was.

Realizing this, the four guardians had to retreat to catch Wu Qing who was about to come over. After experiencing that risk, they would never let Wu Qing fall into any danger again! All dangers must be pinched off when they arise!

However, the four guardians finally took a step slower. From far away, a hoarse voice came over: "Fu Zhaoli, you dare to kill this beauty, you are very brave!"

The snow-white figure, no matter how cold the winter is, still clings to the black folding fan that looks like a dandy but is actually a weapon, and the lips that seem to be smiling but not smiling are always so careless. When they met each other, Fu Zhaoli's pupils were as thin as the tips of needles.

then……

"Ghost!" The ministers sat down on the ground and pointed at Wu Qing with trembling fingers, almost fainting.

Although the Master of the Moyan Pavilion always wore a mask, and Fu Zhaoli did not allow them to approach the jade coffin, including them, the world only knew that the Master of the Moyan Pavilion was stunning, but had never seen her face.

Although the person who came now was not covered at all, and they were not sure based on her appearance, the way she claimed to be, the tone of her voice, the sense of oppression, and the demeanor of their emperor all indicated that she was the one who was supposed to be in the jade coffin. The person lying down!

"Is this the master of the Moyan Pavilion?" The man playing the piano stopped, his bottomless gaze fixed on Wu Qing's face, but when he glanced at her eyes, he frowned slightly.

This voice...

Wu Qing raised his eyes and after seeing clearly who that person was, he almost lifted a rock and threw it at him! Who will tell her why this elegant hypocrite Huang Yin is here? !

As if catching Wu Qing's emotional fluctuations, Huang Yin gave her a smile. That moment of moistness and surprise made the world eclipse her.

Wu Qing shook his head slightly, but soon remembered his current identity and the hidden heterochromatic eyes, and immediately calmed down, as if he didn't know this person, he turned to Fu Zhaoli and smiled: " Long time no see, call me beautiful."

With the same teasing greeting as before, Fu Zhaoli heard the frightening coldness in his tone. He stopped abruptly as he was about to rush forward, but his excitement could not be concealed in his words: "Wu Qing, you are still alive! You are still alive!"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am destined to be a scourge for thousands of years." Wu Qing's voice was obviously alienated, and Fu Zhaoli could not help but tremble.

With a mocking arc at the corner of her mouth, Wu Qing walked through the fighting crowd and walked slowly to the coffin. When she saw the sleeping face in the coffin, she felt an inexplicable shock in her heart. After all, it was still her own body...

"I'm here to pick you up, I'm sorry..." Stretching out his hands, Wu Qing gently picked up the body in the jade coffin. The word "I'm sorry" lingered like a cloud, and no one understood where these three words came from.

One is a shroud, the other is a fox fur coat. The two whites with different styles perfectly match each other, without any sense of weirdness. When two surprisingly similar faces appeared in front of people's eyes at the same time, they actually brought a sense of sour sadness.

"What's your name?" When Fu Zhaoli couldn't control his emotions and couldn't speak, Huang Yin's eyes wandered between the two faces, and he inadvertently glanced at Wu Qing's eyes.

"Fu Zhaoli should have told you." Wu Qing's face was expressionless. She knew that Huang Yin was suspicious. The more this happened, the calmer she had to be. She didn't want to expose the connection between the master of the Moyan Pavilion and Prince Qing for the time being. come out. Let's not talk about the factor of Fu Zhaoli. Doing this will cause a lot of trouble for both Meiying Dynasty and Moyan Pavilion.

"Wu Qing, that's a good name." Huang Yin said meaningfully and stopped talking.

"You...are you really Wu Qing?" Fu Zhaoli looked at the two identical faces in disbelief, one as silent as water, the other as smiling as a flower. In the end, he rushed up uncontrollably and grabbed Wu Qing's hand, crying with joy. , "Wu Qing, as long as you're okay! It's enough for you to come back!"

Looking at this familiar face and an unfaltering expression, Wu Qing's heart twitched, but his eyes finally cleared: "I'm back, what does it have to do with you?"

Wrong is wrong. Even if she comes back, what he has done cannot be rewritten. If Fu Zhaoli had taken the initiative to ask her for help, it would have been okay to ask her to declare her allegiance to the Fuying Dynasty, so why not even say hello? Not only did he force her into marriage, but he also set up many traps to prevent her from leaving?

"Wu Qing..." Fu Zhaoli's lips were as transparent as paper in an instant. He and Wu Qing had known each other for so many years, how could he not understand that she had severed all ties with him and had become strangers to each other now?

The moment Wu Qing turned around, a heavy kneeling sound pierced everyone's eardrums, and the sound of his knees hitting the ground was particularly clear.

Wu Qing paused for a moment, unable to describe his mood at the moment.

"Wu Qing, can you stay? How about we drink and enjoy the flowers like before? I promise I won't force you to do anything again!" He knew that Wu Qing had no romantic feelings for him, but he had intentions and predicted It's just a fuse. The dynasty will be prosperous forever, and he can bring the beauty back. As long as he has time, he believes that he can develop a relationship with Wu Qing, which is the best outcome for him.

However, he never thought that Wu Qing would resist so fiercely. With the only option of agreeing to him, she chose the ultimate end without hesitation!

"Fu Zhaoli, dignity only depends on dignity. Even if you let go, you can't restore everything." There was no emotion or anger in Wu Qing's tone. How should she feel when the king of a country kneels down to her? If a kneeling apology worked, there wouldn't be so many people dying in the world.

"Wu Qing, I..." Fu Zhaoli hurriedly wanted to explain, but Wu Qing interrupted, "Fu Zhaoli, your choice was not wrong. This is how a king of a country should be."