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

The disobedient characters who relied on Cai Fangkuang were killed, and the elders of the Feng family turned a blind eye. Such people may not be willing to contribute honestly if they stay in the family, so it doesn't matter if they die. The people who had a backstage and acted arrogantly were slaughtered, the elders didn't even care, and the backstage dared not speak out.

No one can say for sure whether the wedding was true love or an excuse. But the people of the Feng family did see that their head, Feng Lianmo, had an ambiguous attitude towards Wu Qing. In this case, who would dare to touch her? Even the great elder who was bleeding from heartache after drinking the treasure did not dare to speak. Who among them dared to take the lead?

As for the Feng family members and servants at the bottom, they had no time to hide from this evil god, so how could they dare to have any objections?

Destruction requires skill. The highest level of doing this kind of thing is when others think that you are doing something that has no impact on them. In fact, the things Wu Qing did had no real impact on the Feng family. She was just idle, and she still had a very important thing to do.

The wind is gentle and gentle, the sunlight at Chenshi (7am to 9am) is warm but not dazzling, and the female family members are singing in the courtyard, and the sound of harp and harp is endless.

"Lord Pavilion Master, please try this wine. This is a treasure brought by the Master from the west corner in previous years." The daughter-in-law of Sanmai twisted her waist and approached Wu Qing. It was brought to her mouth.

"Lord Pavilion Master, is this strength appropriate? Did Xian'er hurt you?" The weak, boneless little hands of the concubine of the same lineage were rubbing Wuqing's shoulders, and her voice was soft and touching.

"Lord Pavilion Master, this is the new brocade robe that Xiaoyi and Xiaoni made for you, see if you like it!" The twin sisters of Wumai stood holding a red-bottomed gold-patterned robe.

On the soft couch of the bench, someone was lying sideways with a pair of gold and silver eyes narrowed. She slightly opened her lips and held the rim of the cup. She lifted the wine cup in the hand of the third-line daughter-in-law. She bit the wine cup with her teeth and tilted it, purple-red. The mellow wine slowly flows into your mouth.

The glass of wine was empty, and a trace of wine flowed down from the corner of her lips and into the skirt of her clothes, leaving a seductive trace on her white porcelain-like skin, seducing her soul.

Now that they knew Wu Qing was a woman, the female relatives couldn't help but blush. The third-line daughter's face turned red, she took out her handkerchief and wiped it carefully for Wu Qing.

Is the person in front of them the same gender as them?

It doesn't matter! She is not the one they will marry in the future. Does it matter whether Wu Qing is a boy or a girl?

Opposites attract and same sex repel?

Wu Qing would not compete with them for men or jewelry. There was no conflict of interest between them. Moreover, this person will be the future mistress of the Feng family. Their life in the Feng family before getting married and their future marriage will be in the hands of this person. How can they not take the opportunity to please her?

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.

Wu Qing believed that the person whom the three thousand beauties loved was not a concubine, but the emperor. Regardless of whether it was true love or false love, the person whom the three thousand beauties loved was the emperor anyway. Now, she is enjoying an emperor-like life surrounded by fans from the Sixth Palace...

Well, this is a wonderful day.

"Lu Meiren, where is the Feng family's weapon refining hall?" Wu Qing asked Lu Miaomiao, who was sitting beside him and eating grapes, squinting his eyes contentedly.

The calmest person in the entire house of women was Lu Miaomiao. She was the only one who knew that Wu Qing would leave the Feng family sooner or later, and that all the wishful thinking of the ladies from all walks of life were false.

Lu Miaomiao was surprised at first at the sensational scene caused by this monster in front of her in the courtyard of the women's family, but then she felt relieved. By today, she was already numb. It was not a shame for her to blush in front of this monster on her first day.

"The Weapon Refining Hall is to the west. Why do you ask?" The Feng family is famous in the God Realm for its weapons. The Weapon Refining Hall is the core of the Feng Family. The best weapon refiners in the God Realm gather there, and the most precious treasures in the God Realm are stored there. The weapon refining secret book.

Lu Miaomiao was not afraid of Wuqing stealing his master at all. Countless predecessors had proved that this was simply impossible, otherwise the Feng family would not be able to stand out in the God Realm with weapons. On the contrary, she was happy for Wu Qing to go over and cause damage. If something happened to the weapon refining hall, Wu Qing's status as "future mistress" would be shaken.

"If you haven't seen the weapon refining hall, you haven't been to the Feng family. Now that I'm here, how can I miss it?" Wuqing started talking without even raising his eyelids. Suddenly, his smile spread and he leaned forward to touch Lu Miaomiao's shoulder. , raised his head slightly and blew into her earrings, "Besides, Miss Lu, I am doing this all for you!"

Flicking his fingertips along Lu Miaomiao's bun, Wuqing smiled like a demon, and his hoarse voice that was deliberately lowered gradually melted into the air, stirring like feathers in Lu Miaomiao's heart: "If you don't do something, your connection will be ruined." Cousin Mo hates me, so how can I be worthy of Miaomiao's affection for me, huh?"

Why does this sound so awkward?

Lu Miaomiao turned her head away uncomfortably and reached out to push away the head leaning on her shoulder. "The Artifact Refining Hall is to the west, you can find it yourself!" He has known for a long time what kind of character this monster next to him is, but every time when the monster face that is famous in the world comes close to him, Lu Miaomiao can't help but blush. Heartbeat.

It has nothing to do with liking or admiration, this is just a simple subconscious reaction. Wu Qing is this person, she has a strange and cold beauty that transcends gender and blurs gender. But none of this has anything to do with being feminine and charming. Every move, every word, every word is filled with the oppressive evil spirit in her bones, which is strong and noble! Facing such a person, every glance is a shock.

The female relatives sighed countless times, why is such a person a woman?

After learning the location of the weapon refining hall, Wu Qing was not in a hurry to leave. She still lay on the bench and listened to the ditty leisurely, letting the beauties around her rub her shoulders and back, and serve her tea. Deliver water.

There is still half a month before the wedding, so it definitely doesn't take that long to toil in the Weapon Refining Hall. Wu Qing calmly lingered in the backyard of the women's family for a few days, and then took a short break after dinner one day to wander to the west of the main house of the Feng family.

The hem of his clothes swept over the broad leaves on both sides as he walked along the path. The flowers and plants on both sides gradually became sparse, replaced by swords randomly inserted on the ground, as well as various strange weapons, like sword tombs. Either rusty or lying silently on the ground, the sword tomb under the setting sun is dyed desolate.

These are all abandoned or failed weapons, abandoned by the weapon refiners outside the weapon refinement hall. The Weapon Refining Hall is the top priority of the Feng family. No one dares to mess with the things that come out of the Weapon Refining Hall. Over time, this has become a special scenery outside the Weapon Refining Hall.

Wu Qing leaned down and casually picked up a broken sword. A small cluster of dark light gathered on his fingertips and scraped away the rust on it. Under that vicissitudes of life lies the Beiyu Ink Mine worth tens of thousands of dollars.

As you can tell by its reputation, Beiyu Ink Ore is produced in Beiyu, which is an excellent weapon refining material. Weapons made from Beiyu Ink Ore have an extraordinary affinity for magic. However, this is only one of the reasons why the price of Beiyu Ink Mine is so high.

Beiyu is the only place in the God Realm that is not controlled by the Divine Palace. It is a bloody and barren place where desperadoes gather. There is no way out, and those who enter are those who are burdened with serious crimes or are being hunted from an inescapable state. Almost no one has ever come out from there, which shows how difficult it is to obtain ink mines.

And with swords made of such a material being abandoned casually on both sides of the path, the Feng family's weapon-making strength and heritage far exceeded ordinary people's imagination.

Rubbing it between his fingertips, dusting off the rust, Wu Qing straightened up. There was no rush to go to the weapon refining hall. With her strong mental power, she was able to take everything inside into her mind.

I don’t know whether it’s the pavilion master’s good luck or the Feng family’s bad character. During this time when he should be eating and taking a walk, there are still nearly ten people gathered in the weapon refining hall. There were an old man and several young men, and at a glance they knew they were a tutor and a student.

"Lingxi, please tell me why your Qing Ge became a middle-grade one." The old man in gray clothes sat on the chair with a deep voice. There was a Ge on the table in front of him. That sword is just a spiritual weapon, made by an apprentice.

The person whose name was called was a young man in his twenties with a handsome appearance. He looked at his work that was supposed to be a top-grade spiritual weapon but was reduced to a second-class one, and shook his head in frustration.

Weapons are divided into ordinary weapons, spiritual weapons, holy weapons and artifacts, and each level is divided into three levels: low-grade, medium-grade and high-grade. As long as the weapon refiner makes a slight mistake when refining the weapon, the refined weapon will be downgraded by several levels.

The old man in gray clothes did not embarrass his students. He glanced at the remaining students and said, "Can any of you tell me where Qing Ge's problem lies?"

Weapon refining is an extremely careful process, and often the problems with weapons are due to habitual mistakes that the weapon refining master is not aware of at all. Only by finding this tiny omission can the art of refining weapons make great progress.

The apprentices shook their heads in silence, and no one spoke. Even the creators of Qingge didn't know what the problem was, how could they possibly know? If they could see the problem just by looking at it, they would be more than just an apprentice.

He didn't get any response. The old man in gray looked as calm as ever, showing no hint of displeasure or criticism. From a novice weapon refiner who didn't know anything to the current master, he has also been in the same situation that the apprentices are encountering now. For these children who are still learning skills, there is no need to rush or rush.

"That's it for today. Let's all disperse. Go back and think about it for yourself." Knowing that he would not get any answers today, the old man in gray raised his hand and motioned for his students to go back.

Lingxi put away the Qingge on the table and walked with her companions. The other students also left the weapon refining hall together in twos and threes as usual. And just as they turned around and walked towards the door, a bright and colorful demonic red broke into their eyes without warning.