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

But the living Master of the Moyan Pavilion appeared again, and Fu Zhaoli, who was her confidant, was 100% sure that she was real. The twists and turns were so confusing that even Huang Yin couldn't figure it out.

However, a month ago, the master of the Moyan Pavilion died and Wu Qing woke up. This timing was strange and coincidental. Moreover, are there people in the world who look exactly the same, even their names are exactly the same?

Something seemed to flash through Huang Yin's mind, but it was so fast that it was hard to catch it.

Putting aside the doubts in his heart, Huang Yin put on his warm smile again and looked at the end of the long road. He won't give up until he gets the exact answer!

Anyway, he had nothing to do.

Guards lined up at the city gate of Meidu. It is already the end of the new year, so we will be stricter on various inspections. At this time, it was a lively time, either doing business or returning from outings to celebrate the New Year. People lined up in front of the city gate, waiting for inspection.

At this time, a carriage slowly passed through the door. The exterior of the carriage is covered with carvings, and the delicate lines reveal an unmistakable nobility. The purple gauze curtain fluctuates with the wind, and the dark gold patterns follow the flying arcs like a swimming dragon, as if it is about to take off.

The appearance of such a carriage is already attractive enough. When people were curiously talking about the people in the carriage, they saw the sheen of pure gold flashing between the windows, and the guards who were keeping a straight face just now all knelt down. , bowing his head respectfully.

As a result, people's discussions immediately died down. Regardless of what the token was just shown, just judging from the reaction of the guards, the status of the person in the car is definitely not that low. Such a person is not something they can point at casually.

There is no need to guess, such a flamboyant carriage was made by Wu Qing, and the token is just the Royal Order of Qing, which symbolizes status. She could keep a low profile on the road to avoid unnecessary trouble, but why would she keep a low profile when they were all back in Beijing?

Wu Qing's Quotes: To attract beauties, you must start with your own transformation. You may have no power, no talent, no virtue, but you must be flamboyant enough, even coquettish. Since she is not as coquettish as a charming girl, start with external objects, such as a carriage.

Of course, the effect is significant. Look at the people on both sides who can barely move. Even if you don't know whether the person in the car is a man or a woman, someone is already ogling you.

Unfortunately, there was no reaction in the carriage. The curtains in the carriage seemed to move vaguely, and the small arc seemed to be an illusion.

"Finally back to Meidu!" Lan Yan glanced outside the carriage, lowered the curtains, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little Lanlan, is there someone chasing you from behind?" Wuqing, who was half asleep and half-asleep, stretched his body and asked lazily, holding his head as he was awakened by Lan Yan's exaggerated tone.

"Master, you are so heartless! I am obviously so nervous because of you!" Lan Yan shouted, rolling his eyes at Wu Qing angrily.

"I've been...well, very honest recently." Wu Qing said halfway, and after thinking for a while, he dared to confirm. Apart from going to her own funeral, she really didn't do anything outrageous. Of course, Huang Yin was kicked on the way.

Lan Yan stared at Wu Qing for a long time. Doesn't this great master know that even if she turns into ashes, she can still cause chaos in the world?

But facing Wuqing's innocent and evil Dan Fengyan, Master Lan almost wanted to get hurt internally.

"Dai Yan, I will leave the master to you..." Lan Yan was discouraged. Only the beauty Dai Yan, who was so gentle and almost temperless, could survive Wu Qing's destruction.

"Dai Mei, what kind of hornet's nest have I poked again?" Wu Qing yawned lazily. Listening to Lan Yan's tone, could it be that he had really done something heinous? But in her muddled mind, she really couldn't find out what destructive thing she had done.

"Young Master Qing, these were compiled by the secret team." Dai Yan took out a few pieces of paper from the storage ring and handed them to Wu Qing.

The Dark Team is a small group within Homura, responsible for intelligence work.

Wu Qing picked up a corner of the paper and glanced at it casually.

At the first glance, she continued to yawn.

When she took a second look, she raised her eyebrows.

When she looked at it for the third time, she suddenly realized.

When she continued to look at her for the fourth time, she shook her head and sighed: "Well, my skill at attracting bees and butterflies has gone to a new level."

On X, month, year Drink: "Hurry up like a law, the evildoers will retreat!"

The next day, for safety reasons, the owner put seven large iron locks on the cellar door.

After the news spread that the master of the Moyan Pavilion was still alive, every household offered a portrait of the master and burned three sticks of incense a day in order to calm down the troublemaker in the house.

Several crazy men and resentful women from the two dynasties who were preparing to find out the murderer of the master of the Moyan Pavilion heard that the master of the Moyan Pavilion was not dead, so they put down their butcher knives and became Buddhas on the spot, and order in various places returned to normal.

Okay, she admitted that she liked to go to the No. 1 Winery to rob from time to time to satisfy her cravings, but did the stingy old man need to be so exaggerated?

"Master, your evil nickname is about to change. People are worshiping you as a god." Lan Yan joked, her master is really a unique flower. First, he was regarded as a monster by the old man and asked a mage to do magic. Later, he was worshiped as a god, and all kinds of mess.

It's just that it's hard to say what kind of god Wu Qing is.

"Well, actually the God of Plague is not bad." Wu Qing thought about it for a moment and nodded with satisfaction. Look, her portrait of the God of Plague is regarded as a treasure of the house. When she is destitute one day, she can support herself by selling her own handwritten portraits.

It's just that someone is really worrying too much. Let alone Moyan Pavilion's properties all over the world, even if Moyan Pavilion is disbanded one day, she will not have to worry about the group of crazy men and resentful women who were harmed by her. They have three meals a day and one household for each meal. She will not have to worry about it for the rest of her life. …

"Young Master Qing, we will take care of the remaining brats." Dai Yan was not as heartless as Wu Qing. He only looked at anecdotes and ignored the series of important things that followed.

"It's still Miss Dai who is considerate. I leave my fortune and life to you!" There was no need to read the list. She knew that it recorded the forces that came to take revenge after learning that she was alive. She had been carrying the identity of Prince Qing for so many days, and she had almost forgotten that she still had a lot of enemies.

"Master, when was it that we didn't clean up your mess?" Lan Yan gave Wu Qing a look of disdain. She only had time to eat, dress, and take a shower. Which thing did she not just throw to them with a flourish of her sleeves?

Of course, they complained like this, but they all understood that Wu Qing trusted them wholeheartedly and even put his life in their hands!

It is simple to say that you should not trust those who employ you, and you should not use those who doubt you. But how many people can do it? Just for this reason, they will protect Wu Qing with their lives for the rest of their lives!

"Young Master Qing, there are a total of thirteen parties seeking revenge. Twelve parties have been identified, and one party is still under investigation." Dai Yan refilled the Zijin hand warmer and reported while putting it back in Wu Qing's arms. .

Wuqing has been more afraid of the cold than the average person since he got cold. Even though it's spring now, he still likes to hug a hand warmer.

Wu Qing was a little surprised. This was the first time in so many years that she heard that there was something that Moyan Pavilion couldn't find out. Those people who could escape the dark group's intelligence network were definitely not ordinary people.

"Are you impressed by Mr. Qing?" Dai Yan asked softly. There are only two kinds of enemies of Wu Qing, one is provoked by Moyan Pavilion when he is acting, and the other is brought out by Wu Qing himself. They can be sure that Moyan Pavilion has not offended such a person.

"Dimei, what does that traveler look like?" Wuqing asked without answering.

Lan Yan's eyes turned white, and she guaranteed 100% that if Dai Yan gave a positive answer, this master who was distracted every now and then would definitely deal with the pedestrian in person, first get over the addiction, tease him, and then silence him... …

"You can't catch the eyes of the master." Dai Yan replied, looking at the beautiful scenery, Wu Qing's vision has reached a terrifying level. In her eyes, the delicate features and delicate features are just rotten tea residue.

"Then I definitely don't remember who it is." Wu Qing spread her hands. She had offended more people than she had ever eaten. If he wasn't a beauty, she might ask him who he was when someone struck him with a knife one day.

Dai Yan sighed, she knew this would be the result. Without saying anything else, she put her hands on Wu Qing's shoulders, and the virtuous Dai Mei started massaging this heartless master.

"Actually, it's not bad to be hated by others. At least there are still people who remember you." Suddenly, Wu Qing, who was half asleep, gently opened his lips, bringing a deathly silence.

The passers-by who came and went were her passers-by, and she was just a passer-by in their lives. No one would remember anyone else. It was like this in the previous life, and it was like this in the first life.

If someone hates you, at least someone will lament when you die, perhaps because of the relief after eliminating hatred, or perhaps because of the regret of not being able to take revenge personally.

At least, someone still remembers it.

Dai Yan and Lan Yan were silent, but the movements in their hands continued. They didn't know what Wu Qing had encountered, and they couldn't change anything. The only thing they could do was to accompany Wu Qing in the following days. In this way, they are satisfied.

In the silence, the sound of rolling carriage wheels could be heard endlessly. Soon, the noise outside the carriage gradually became noisy, and they must have entered the central bustling city of Meidu.

Lan Yan opened the curtains and took a look outside. He turned around and looked at Wu Qing with some distress, who had his eyes closed to repose. He raised his smile again and teased Wu Qing: "Master, we are almost at the palace. We have been out for a while. Your cheap emperor father is very nervous!"

The Mo Yan Pavilion tribe who stayed in Prince Qing's Mansion as a servant summoned the message. The old emperor rushed to the Prince's Mansion every two days to visit and inquire about Wu Qing. He was afraid that some bastard would appear halfway and kidnap the daughter he finally got. .