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

"It's lush and beautiful, and everything is ready. It's lush and beautiful, and it's hard to fathom. The wine poured by the beauty is really extraordinary!" He picked up the wine glass between his fingers, put it to his lips and took a sip, Wu Qing sighed. , "The spell freak of the weapon refining family poured wine for me, and I can be considered complete."

A sickly beauty has her own pale beauty. Regardless of her identity, Feng Lianmo is indeed a rare beauty, with smooth features and gentleness.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master. He has already displayed the Fourteen Star Formation even though he was in a heaven-defying realm. Lian Mo feels ashamed." A suppressed cough came from his throat. Feng Lianmo picked up his tea and took a sip. His expression did not fluctuate much, "I wonder where the master of the pavilion learned from?"

Wu Qing's fingertips tapped the rim of the cup without stopping, and her drooping eyelashes covered up the flash of light in her eyes. She didn't sit directly next to Feng Lianmo to seduce the beauty. Feng Lianmo had no objection to this, and of course he didn't have a crush on her. The two of them had the same purpose.

The Lei family fell, and the Feng family was the next target of Moyan Pavilion. Even though Feng Lianmo didn't know Wu Qing's intentions, since he rescued Lei Xiren, he knew that it was impossible for Moyan Pavilion to get along well with the Feng family.

It has not yet been determined whether this banquet is the Hongmen Banquet, but this banquet is by no means a good banquet. It is a good opportunity to dig out the past. At least no one is not curious about who the master of Wu Qing, the heaven-defying spell master who suddenly appeared, is. Someone who can teach a young Heaven-Destroying Talisman Master is likely to be a peak-level Heaven-Destroying Talisman Master!

People who have been at the top of the art of spells and can transform demons into gods definitely have this ability. A small move by such a person can have a big impact on the Feng family and even the shrine.

"I am a genius, self-taught without a teacher, self-taught!" Picking up a piece of shortbread and putting it into his mouth, the eyes of the charming and charming Danfeng melted with a bit of teasing ripples.

The guests who were silently paying attention to the fighting here while eating choked in their throats and coughed up tears.

"The Pavilion Master is joking," a smile appeared on his bloodless face. Feng Lianmo filled the empty wine glass in Wu Qing's hand naturally, "Lian Mo took the liberty to ask how many spells the Pavilion Master has practiced. Years old?"

Wu Qing tilted her head and looked at the picturesque features in front of her. Her words were as straightforward as "Lei Xiren died", and the clichés were so clichéd that there was no hiding at all. This person was really... just as strange as her!

"Hmm, I don't know." Pouring a full glass of wine into his mouth, Wu Qing answered vaguely.

"How can I not know how many years I have been practicing? Master, please stop teasing my master!" The maid who was kneeling at the low table to pour tea and water for Feng Lianmo interjected playfully.

"I'm not teasing you, I really don't know." Spreading his hands, Wu Qing placed the empty cup in front of Feng Lianmo. The hair hanging down from his forehead swept across the edge of the mask, and his evil-looking phoenix eyes looked towards the maid. He winked.

Before Feng Lianmo picked up the wine pot, he had already lifted the jade pot with his bare hands: "Master, just let the servants do the pouring of wine. You are..." Halfway through the words, the maid choked, and saw that The hand holding the wine glass and waiting for the wine has been retracted.

Unexpectedly, the person who smiled at her just now would embarrass herself so much. The maid was a little angry: "You..."

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Wu Qing interrupted the maid's words directly, her eyebrows narrowed, and the curve of her lips was hard to describe. At first glance, it looks so frivolous, but upon closer inspection, it seems like a cold wave is coming over me and spreading into my soul.

"Anya, don't talk too much." After taking in this scene, Feng Lianmo scolded him softly, and then waved his hand, "Please step back." After saying that, he lowered his head and coughed a few times, and the breeze carried the fallen pear petals. The robes swaying on his body outlined his thin and thin shoulders.

The maid pursed her lips, glanced at Wu Qing fearfully, turned towards Feng Lian Mofu, stood up and stood behind him.

Lifting the flask, the clear wine slid through the air with tempting traces and fell into the glass. As if nothing happened just now, Feng Lianmo looked calm.

Wu Qing's eyes darkened. He was not upset when he was teased in public. He was not angry when his maid was given a hard time. From the beginning to the end, his handsome face as white as tinfoil always had an elegant smile. This person seemed to have no temper. If this is not his nature, then his city is not that deep!

"I don't remember exactly how long I have been practicing. Two years or twelve years. You can choose either one." After thinking about it, Wu Qing said something casually.

The guests who were eavesdropping were choked to death again. Four years or fourteen years, pick one at random? Is this picking carrots or carrots? You are always teasing people!

In terms of authenticity, Wu Qing really didn't lie. She did practice spells for two years after she returned to her true form, but then she fell asleep for another ten years, so do these ten years count or not?

Lian Mo also frowned. He looked at Wu Qing deeply and did not dwell on this issue any longer: "I wonder who the master of the pavilion is from?"

"I jumped out of the coffin." She indeed jumped out of the coffin, and her tomb is still standing on the hillside in the south corner!

The highest state of lying is to tell the truth as if it were a lie, and to deceive the truth as if it were heartbreaking.

"Does the Pavilion Master have any grudge against the Lei family?"

"I've killed his whole family, but can I still have no revenge?"

"What about the Feng family?"

"you guess."

"Mo Meiren, are you trying to dig up my background?"

"If Lian Mo says yes, will the Pavilion Master answer Lian Mo truthfully?"

The fragrance of flowers and the smell of wine, I raised my head and drank three thousand cups. One is pouring wine, the other is drinking; one is asking, and the other is answering. The person asking is calm, the person answering is even calmer, and the people listening are nervous. What kind of crazy world is this that could give birth to two such magical people?

"Uncle, has Master fallen into a trap?" Mulan Yu, who was sitting watching the show, came closer to Meiyan Ge's ear and interrupted midway.

Treating special people requires special methods. From this point of view, Feng Lianmo's skill in using clichés is pretty good. Maybe Wuqing will be in a better mood and actually say something useful, but now she is obviously talking nonsense to him. ! Even though he knew this, Feng Lianmo still used this annoying method to ask, is this something that a person who has ascended to the position of head of the family at a young age would do?

"Kid, what can you see, but your master can't see?" After knocking Mulan Yu on the head, Mei Yange said without any hurry, her eyes constantly drifting to the wine glass in Wu Qing's hand.

Telling the truth while drunk is a terrible trick, but it is very practical.

After receiving the affirmation, a strange look appeared on Mulan Yu's face. Drunk without leaning? Does this method really work?

However, Mu Xiaogui was really wrong this time.

In front of the low table, Wu Qing swung his sleeves and shook off the falling petals floating on it. She stroked her forehead, feeling a little dizzy. She has a good drinking capacity, which is indeed good, but no matter how good her drinking capacity is, there is a limit. Her wine glass is never empty, and the alcohol content at this banquet is not low at all. Even if she can drink, she will still get drunk.

Mei Yange was right. After all, little monsters are not as good as big monsters. How could Wu Qing not notice things that Mulan Yu could detect? But when she saw it, she was already slightly drunk.

In fact, sometimes, bad moves are very useful, because bad moves can easily make people underestimate the enemy.

In fact, when Wu Qing saw Feng Lianmo's true intention, he calmed down and thought about what kind of virtue he would be like when he was drunk. After she thought about it clearly, she poured the next glass of wine into her mouth with confidence...

Looking at the somewhat blurred heterochromatic eyes in front of him, Feng Lianmo calmly poured the wine from the pot into the cup, and his verbal questions turned into mental transmissions: "Does the Pavilion Master know about the ancient clan?"

Hearing this, Wu Qing was stunned. She was not frightened by the question, but was startled by the sudden voice in her head. Looking at her blank eyes, she also responded with a mental message: "Mo Meiren, I am not drunk yet. Even if you accept the mission of the old immortal from the temple to test me, at least you should be tactful."

Feng Lianmo paused for a moment, and soon he took the empty cup from Wu Qing's hand, filled it and put it back in her hand. His tone was calm: "If the Pavilion Master likes it, Lian Mo asked around , Lian Mo can accompany you."

Wu Qing: "..."

Taking a look at the wine glass, he raised his head and drank it down without hesitation. Wu Qing threw the wine glass in front of Feng Lianmo, suddenly pulled his chin towards him, and breathed Rulan: "Mo beauty, what do you actually want to do? Ask, am I from the ancient clan, right?"

Without waiting for Feng Lianmo to answer, Wu Qing continued: "Well, if I say that I am the ancient clan and the leader of the ancient clan, do you believe it? Do you believe it, huh?" A slightly drunken breath blew across Feng Lianmo's face. On her cheeks, her eyes were rippling, and the ripples were filled with a somewhat unknown but frivolous flavor.

Looking directly at Wu Qing Jinghong's eyebrows, Feng Lianmo's lips, which were as white as paper, curled up a bit, as if in a teasing tone, and his whole face suddenly became vivid: "What if Lian Mo believes it, so what if he doesn't believe it? "

"Mo Meiren, such a smile is normal!" A stunning color flashed across her eyes, and Wu Qing's fingertips climbed up from his chin to Feng Lianmo's cheek, and suddenly patted her lightly, "If Mo Meiren believes it, Hurry and arrest me! Hurry and arrest me!"

After saying that, Wu Qing suddenly burst into laughter. She pulled away from Feng Lianmo, grabbed the wine bottle from his hand, hooked the ears of the pot and poured it into the air. The clear and fragrant wine reflected the afterglow of the setting sun in the pear orchard, which was particularly special. enchanting. Parting her lips slightly, she drank the wine in one gulp!

Shocked by Wu Qing's actions, Feng Lian Mo's face suddenly showed a slight surprise, which soon turned into a plain smile. His eyes, as silent as the depths of the night sky, seemed to be filled with something, but they soon disappeared again. Without a trace, his pupils became a little deeper.

"Mo Meiren, don't you want to get me drunk?" Holding his half-drunk and half-sober head, Wu Qing waved someone to bring a new jar of wine and poured it into the jug, "I will give you one now. If you have the chance, how about a glass of wine for me and a cup of tea for you?"