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

There is a kind of person who doesn't gossip, but when she starts gossiping, she is no longer a person. Wu Qing is not interested in all kinds of messy rumors and scandals about celebrities in the Shadow Continent, but she fantasizes about all kinds of beauties around her. By the way, she matches the beauties around her and holds the red thread to see if she can give birth to a litter of babies. Beauty, this is something she often does.

"Xiao Wuqing, don't talk about those things that you have and don't have. I have been looking for you for ten years, and you have to come and get drunk with me today!" He cleverly bypassed the topic, Mei Yange waved his sleeves, and the old retainers The various plans they squeezed out like toothpaste were brushed aside in an understatement.

Soon, the food and wine were brought up like running water, and the maids’ beautiful skirts rippled in the air.

The incense burner is lit with bright candles, the osmanthus wine is drunk and the clear music is played, the music is played and the wine is aged. Although the banquet between the two of them was small, it did not hinder the luxurious style of the former prince and Wu Qing at all.

Wu Qing's eyes passed over the exquisite dishes and fell directly on the wine jar that had just been wiped in the maid's hand. The moment the mud seal was blown open, the refreshing fragrance surged through the medium-sized study room like a waterfall rushing under the sky.

Before the aroma completely circled the tip of his nose, Wu Qing's phoenix eyes lit up. I don’t know who will fall in love with you this year. The color is more tender than cold syrup, and the fragrance is the same as nectar and eternal spring. Ten thousand people carry one bucket to send old friends from Xiaoxiang far away.

Sangluojiu! This is mulberry wine! It's so delicious even before you eat it. This jar is definitely made by a famous artist! The previous Lord was indeed a rich man, and he even had such a treasure!

The broken prohibition against drinking had long been thrown into the trash can. Wu Qing held the wine jar in his hand with a sip of his palm. He turned the cup in his other hand, leaving jade-colored traces in the air, and then accurately Catching the fine wine flowing down from mid-air.

This movement is like flowing clouds and flowing water, uninhibited and elegant, and you can tell that he is an old drunkard at a glance. However, this does not damage Wuqing's image. Even though she was still wearing a bright red dress, the maid serving wine and food could not help but take a few secret glances at her.

The brocade clothes have thin sleeves, and the grace is deep in the bones. When raising a glass, there is an illusion that the wine is filled with beautiful clouds and beautiful clouds.

Why is such a person not a man? How could he not be a man? !

"For the sake of you inviting me to drink, I reluctantly pour you a glass." After filling up the other cup, Wu Qing pushed it in front of Mei Yange in a nonchalant manner, and with her other hand He had already picked up his cup and brought it to his mouth.

The jade-green rim of the cup was about to come into contact with the crimson lips, but the sharp-jointed hand blocked it in an awkward manner: "Xiao Wuqing, don't be in a hurry to drink. Let's eat some food and wine first."

There will be a banquet later where either you have tricked me or I have tricked you. The former Crown Prince believes that the combination of brother and sister can definitely defeat those old immortals who have various calculations! Therefore, my evil sister must not get drunk!

Wu Qing paused for a moment, unexpectedly put down the wine glass without saying a word, and picked up the chopsticks very obediently. Mei Yange was stunned for a moment, not knowing what she thought of, but a happy smile suddenly appeared on her handsome face.

After ten years of not seeing each other, the monster at first has become considerate and sensible!

Looking sideways at Mei Yange, who had a look that said "I'm very happy, I'm very satisfied that my daughter has just grown up", Wu Qing raised her eyebrows. It was rare that she had such a strong conscience that she didn't tell Mei Yange. In fact, she was just worried about her stomach. It's just the little thing in there...

"Xiao Wuqing, let's try the old vinegar peanuts first. This is made by an old chef who we found from all over the world. He used to be the royal chef of the palace, and the dishes he cooks for drinking are top-notch!" Mei Yange was so happy that she couldn't find Bei. With a vigorous flick of his fingertips, the plate filled with old vinegar peanuts was pushed in front of Wu Qing by Qiao Qiao.

His unreliable brother was so courteous that he would be a fool not to accept it. Wu Qing picked up the spoon and took a small spoonful without any courtesy. However, when he brought the seductively sour peanuts to his lips, the sour taste The smell penetrated into my nose and reached my belly, and an indescribable feeling suddenly came to my heart.

Wu Qing paused while holding the spoon, and continued to put the peanuts into his mouth without thinking too much. However, the moment the sour taste invaded her mouth, her stomach surged without warning, and a feeling of nausea reached her throat.

"Ugh-" Dropping the spoon, Wu Qing turned her head to the side and retched. Fortunately, she didn't eat much before it came out, so she didn't vomit anything out.

"Xiao Wuqing?!" He didn't expect Wuqing to have such a reaction. Meiyange was startled. He quickly supported Wuqing and patted her back, his always careless face showing a bit. With a worried look, "Are you injured? Where are you injured?"

"Cough cough cough cough..." Someone who had just recovered suddenly choked up when he heard this.

injured? Where's the injury? Which family would vomit when they are injured?

Well, in fact, this is not the fault of the former prince. He has never associated the word "sickness" with this devil. If one day this guy can't lively and lively, he will definitely be itchy. Pick someone, or one person PKs a team of people, and makes yourself half-dead.

"It's okay, I'm okay." Forcibly suppressing the nausea in her stomach, Wu Qing pushed Mei Yange away and stood up. Just as she was about to laugh at this guy who had no common sense, her face suddenly darkened.

Nausea, retching, what are these symptoms?

She was told so and so by Huang Yin a few days ago, what else could this be?

A huge thunder struck down, instantly scorching Lord Yagami inside and out.

Even though Wuqing is the God of Creation, he still cannot escape the physiological phenomena of pregnancy.

"Xiao Wuqing, are you really okay?" Obviously not believing Wuqing's perfunctory words, Mei Yange raised her long eyebrows and looked her up and down.

"If I really have something to do, don't I need to go to the Hongmen Banquet you hosted tonight?" Wu Qing wiped his lips elegantly, and finally digested a certain fact and said coolly.

Meiyange choked, her brows twitched, her charming and handsome face instantly regained its proper smile, and she pushed another plate of dishes with great enthusiasm, pretending that nothing had happened just now: "Xiao Wuqing, try it. Fried milk, this chef was specially brought here from Meiying Palace." If you still have time to complain about cheating on him, this monster must be fine!

"Fried milk?" Wu Qing's eyes lit up. She accidentally mentioned this dish while drinking with Mei Yange in the East Palace. There are no modern dishes in Shadow Continent.

She didn't expect to be able to make it at first, but she didn't expect that Mei Yange actually mobilized all the palace chefs to make it. It's a pity that she didn't get to eat the first dish of fried milk that was successfully cooked. The palace maid delivering food to the East Palace was intercepted by the old man of the emperor who received the news, and went to please the twins for a kiss.

She has been away from the human world for ten years, and she has not eaten fried milk for ten years. Although she couldn't say that she liked this dish very much, she still missed it.

However, if she puts this thing in her mouth, will she feel nauseated?

"The skin is too burnt and turned yellow. Can it be eaten?" Wu Qing frowned in disdain as he picked up the golden fried milk on the plate which was actually very beautiful. She is as smart as a flattering song. If she vomits a second time, 90% of the time the truth will be revealed.

It doesn't matter if Yan Gemei knows that she is pregnant, this guy is the child's uncle anyway. But what to do about Huang Yin? Ten years ago, she deliberately deceived her by pretending to be a corpse. After wasting ten years, she still ended up with the same ending. Mei Yange would definitely laugh at her if she found out!

"I said, Yange Beauty, if we meet again in ten years, will you treat me to these?" Wu Qing raised his eyebrows and crossed his legs, speaking carelessly.

"If fried milk isn't yellow, how can it be gray?" Meiyan Gejun, who was about to receive compliments, turned dark, "Xiao Wuqing, I've personally prepared the dishes for you, but you still dislike it?"

The former crown prince of the Meiying Dynasty and the current lord of the east corner of the God Realm, what an honor it is for such a person to come and serve! This girl actually dares to dislike her!

"What's wrong with you? I've eaten the same dish for ten years. Are you embarrassed?!" Wu Qing rolled his eyes and turned the white jade cup full of fine wine under his fingers. The food may not be edible, but can the wine be drunk? The aroma of wine lingered in her nose for so long, but she didn't seem to have any reaction.

Mei Yange almost lost her temper. Didn't he serve this dish just because the monster liked it, and now it turned out to be his fault?

"Xiao Wuqing, try this, sweet and sour pork ribs." The prince continued.

"Tsk, tsk, it smells sweet! Beautiful lady, your sweets are free of charge?" The master of the pavilion continued his ideological struggle. Was she drinking? Or not? This is a once-in-a-lifetime Sangluo wine made by a famous master! "Where's the salt and pepper chicken feet?"

"Salt and pepper chicken feet?" This one is salty.

"There's no meat in this thing, and you have the nerve to show it off?!" She definitely wouldn't be able to survive ten months. Drinking it early and late would still break the rule, so why not drink it today, eh?

"Kung Pao Chicken?" This one is spicy.

"I put too much chili pepper, why is the chicken so rough?" Drinking less should actually be okay...right? !

One dish after another went down, Mei Yange's handsome face turned from full of expectation at the beginning to a stiff face at the end, while the culprit crossed his legs and played with the wine glass, occasionally squinting in disgust, the fierceness in his mind The struggle never stopped.

The dishes on the table were spinning around in front of Wu Qing like flowing water. The current prince moved the last plate away from Wu Qing with a stiff smile. He finally couldn't help but patted the table: "Xiao Wu Qing, you are so stupid." You are sincerely trying to punish me, aren't you?" He just gave this little drunkard a few jars of wine, does that matter to him?

"Beauty of words and songs, image." Rubbing the rim of the cup with her fingertips, Wu Qing leaned on the chair and said coolly, even though she was already distracted, she had no idea why her cheap brother went berserk.