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

Feng Lianmo, who was smelling the fragrance of tea, paused for a moment, then shook his head and smiled without any special reaction: "Wu Qing was joking."

Wu Qing pouted: "Otherwise, what do you want me to talk to you about? Talk about cooperation with your opponent, huh?" She and Feng Lianmo had nothing to talk about in the first place. No matter who took the initiative to find the other, None of them have good intentions.

Taking a sip of tea, Feng Lianmo put down the cup. He looked at Wu Qing, raised his eyes and smiled. There seemed to be something faintly flickering: "Since you know that Lian Mo is yours." Why did my opponent sit at the same table with me so carelessly? Why didn't he just throw up his sleeves and leave?"

"Because..." I did it on purpose!

The second half of the sentence was not uttered, and there was no chance to say it. Wu Qing's eyes darkened and he fell down on the table. Not only Wu Qing, but also everyone in the tavern fell into a state of unconsciousness except for the tavern owner who followed her orders and went to the Moyan Pavilion headquarters.

The only difference is that Wu Qing can still wake up afterward, but these people will never wake up again. Under the pressure of power, human life is nothing but a piece of grass!

Outside the house, there is a gushing spring and a clear pool with sloping carved railings, and all kinds of exotic flowers are vying to spread out.

In the room, bead curtains are shining brightly across the mirror, and brocades are placed quietly beside them.

This is a standard boudoir for young ladies from aristocratic families.

Wu Qing lay on the bench with his body crooked, wandering in the sky in various ways. It had been half a day since she woke up, and she was already in this elegant room. She didn't know where she was because her mental power was imprisoned and she couldn't find out. Feng Lianmo drugged her, a drug that imprisoned her mental power.

Whether it is magical power, the art of controlling sounds, or even activating spells, these all require the support of mental power. Imprisoning a person's mental power is equivalent to sealing his power. This is why Feng Lianmo is relieved. I put Wu Qing here.

But Wu Qing was not worried at all, because the effect of the drug would not last long on her. The God of Creation is originally the source of everything in the world and was born from chaos. Her physique is completely different from that of ordinary people. The elixir that can trouble ordinary people for several days or even half a month will only last for one or two days at most on her body. sky.

So Wu Qing is now calmly waiting for someone, someone from this mansion. From the time she woke up until now, no one has come to look for her, not even Feng Lianmo, who kidnapped her, has ever appeared.

"Miss Cousin, the master of the house has an order that no one can enter!"

"I am waiting for you? I am waiting for you?! Get out of the way!"

"Miss Cousin, you can't come in... Ouch! Miss Cousin!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of noise outside, catching the content of some words, Wu Qing raised her eyebrows. Why did she feel that the development of the situation was a little off track?

boom! Before Wu Qing could figure it out, the door was pushed open rudely. But before anyone entered, the sound came first. "Are you my cousin's favorite person? The master of Moyan Pavilion, Mei Wuqing, who is about to hold a wedding ceremony with him?"

Reflecting the golden light of the rising sun, the golden hairpin on the head of the voice owner dangled so much that Wuqing couldn't open his eyes. When she calmed down, the woman was already standing in front of her.

White teeth, eyebrows, beautiful clothes, a beauty that needs no explanation.

Unfortunately, the beauty seems to have come with bad intentions.

Wu Qing blinked. If she remembered correctly, she had never seen this person before. So where did this beauty's hostility towards her come from?

The master of the pavilion has obviously ignored the woman's words, and the focus of the struggle has deviated from the crux of the problem. It’s not her fault. First, the beauty with a bun is cold and cold, and then there is the beauty who is twenty years old in front of her. She seems to be attracting hatred recently, and the hatred is inexplicable. This makes the master of the pavilion who is always invincible among beauties. Feeling doubly unhappy.

Realizing that Wu Qing was distracted, the woman was slightly annoyed: "Did you hear that this lady is asking you something?"

"What?" Wu Qing came back to his senses and lazily raised his eyes to look at the other party, not showing any embarrassment at all if he was caught distracted.

"I wonder who the bride can be that can be brought back to the Feng family by my cousin, and that none of the elders can object to. It turns out that she is just an ungrateful mountain village girl!" The woman snorted in disgust, and looked at Wu critically. Qing, the more he looked at her, the heavier his heart became, and the harsher the words on his lips became.

That day, after Feng Lianmo brought Wu Qing back to the Feng family, he immediately summoned the elders of his family to discuss the wedding, and the bride was Wu Qing! From the new elders who have just been promoted to the senior elders, no one objects to this matter.

Feng Lianmo is less than a hundred years old and is still a very young junior among the many powerful people in the God Realm. He never mentioned his marriage, and the Feng family never worried about his marriage.

The Lei family exists in name only, and the Feng family has become the well-deserved largest family in the God Realm. They have no need for their own family leader to marry, they only need to wait for their wise master to bring back an equally gorgeous female mistress to the family! In the eyes of the elders, Wu Qing fully met their expectations.

Wu Qing was born in Moyan Pavilion, which severely damaged the Lei family, provoked the Feng family, and even deliberately made enemies of the palace. Originally, these were enough to make the Feng family shake their heads at the would-be mistress, but the key point was that Wu Qing was not a junior in Moyan Pavilion, but the master of Moyan Pavilion! As long as she marries into the Feng family, the problem of Moyan Pavilion will be solved!

Wu Qing was very capable of zoning out, and her brain was also extremely easy to use. She had already guessed something from the woman's few words. She moved and found a more comfortable position on the couch covered with velvet, and she picked out the key. "You said Mo Meiren wants to marry me, huh?"

"Don't be complacent. There is still more than a month before the auspicious day of the wedding. One day difference can make a huge difference!" Wu Qing's words became a provocation in the woman's ears. Her face darkened and there was a stern look in her eyes. However, her good upbringing allowed her to suppress the anger in her chest.

Touching his chin, Wu Qing's eyes flickered a few times: "Have the wedding invitations been sent out?"

"You!" The woman was so angry that she directly regarded Wu Qing's words as showing off. The wedding invitations had been sent out, and the marriage between the head of the Feng family and the head of the Moyan Pavilion had long been rumored in the God Realm. This was a fact that she had to admit. If it weren't for this, she wouldn't abandon her calm and gentle disguise and come here.

Wu Qing was silent, Feng Lianmo was going to hold a wedding + the bride was her and Feng Lianmo wanted to marry her. After finally finalizing this equation, her eyelids twitched, and the expression on her charming face flashed, twisted around, and finally settled into the word "囧".

She wasn't wondering what was wrong with Feng Lianmo, nor was she lamenting this magical and bloody encounter. She just thought of a small thing - Moyan Pavilion knew that she was a woman, Meiyan Ge, Huangyin and others knew that she was a woman. , Feng Lianmo and even the Feng family knew that she was a woman, but the God Realm didn't seem to know about it, right?

Declaring to the whole world that his bride is indeed a woman, indeed a woman, Feng Lianmo will never do such a thing, which means...ah ha ha ha, the patriarch of the largest family in the God Realm wants to marry a " male"! The patriarch of the largest clan in the God Realm wants to marry a "man"! Feng Lianmo's reputation as a broken sleeve cannot be washed away even if he jumps into a cesspool!

Obviously, the main focus of the pavilion master's attention has long since disappeared. He did not realize that the other protagonist in the short-sleeved couple was himself, nor did he care that he fell into the big pit of the Feng family.

When Wu Qing had laughed enough, the endurance of the woman standing in front of her reached its limit. Seeing that the beauty in front of her looked a little dark, she finally coughed a few times and straightened her expression, but the suspicious curve on her lips could not be erased. "She wears a quilt, a thin outfit, Mu Lanze, and Han Ruofang. May I ask what I call this beauty?"

No one doesn't like to hear others praise her, even if that person is his "love rival". Lu Miaomiao's mood has softened a little, and the stern look on her face is still a little bit. "My surname is Lu and my name is Miaomiao."

The surname Lu is not a special form in the divine world, but the appearance of the Lu family in the Feng family has a different meaning.

Feng Lianmo’s mother’s surname is Lu.

"Are you Mo Meiren's cousin?" Feng Lianmo's mother's family, the Lu family, was also a wealthy family. Later, it suffered great changes and the family fell into decline. Before his death, the head of the Lu family entrusted his only daughter to Feng Lianmo's mother, and the little girl has been living in the Feng family ever since.

This matter is not a secret. Everyone in the Feng family and other families who are slightly close to the Feng family know it. Because of Feng Lianmo, Wu Qing had paid careful attention to the Feng family's affairs, and of course he knew about it.

Wu Qing raised his head and glanced at Lu Miaomiao a few more times. To put it bluntly, this beauty who came to find trouble was Feng Lianmo's cousin.

Cousin, in a world where there is no rule that close relatives cannot marry, my cousin who is XXX is as thought-provoking as my high school classmate who is XXX.

Come on, the Dog Blood Emperor is possessed!

Capturing Wu Qing's expression in his eyes, several different ripples appeared at the end of Lu Miaomiao's eyes. Returning to her normal demeanor, she sat on the chair, took the tea brewed by the maid, took a few sips of the tea gracefully, and said slowly: "Yes, I am the cousin who grew up with cousin Lian Mo."

After finishing her words, she raised her chin slightly, which was a kind of pride that was like being covered with glory. The person who grew up with the head of the Feng family, this identity made all the women who tried to get close to Feng Lianmo jealous.

Wu Qing's eyes moved, and his knuckles tapped silently on the soft couch on the bench. Tsk tsk, childhood sweethearts! What should she say as Feng Lianmo's "fiancée" at this time?

Haha, it turns out to be Mo Meiren’s little cousin! She looks so beautiful!

The tone seemed wrong.

Oh, it turns out that she is the cousin of Mo Meiren’s childhood sweetheart. I am the cousin who will accompany your cousin for the rest of his life.

This is even more wrong! Maybe the scourge of Huang Yin is hiding in a corner and eavesdropping!

Um? Mo Meiren’s cousin? Why haven’t I heard Mo Meiren mention it?

Gee, this is a typical intrigue and mess of lines!

"Beautiful Lu, don't look at me like that. Your eyes are like knives piercing my heart, which makes me very heartbroken!" There is still an afterimage on the bench, and Wu Qing's people have arrived. In front of Lu Miaomiao, she raised her folding fan, raised Lu Miaomiao's chin, lowered her eyes and smiled.