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

Wu Qing, who understood this look, just smiled without responding. If it brought blessing to the Feng family, she would not make up such a story to tell them.

From that day on, no one from the Weapon Refining Hall came again, and Wu Qing no longer stepped into the Weapon Refining Hall, as if she just suddenly got up and wandered around.

In the remaining six or seven days, Wu Qing spent his time wandering around the courtyard of the women's family as usual. When the mood came, he would play a song to these delicate orioles, which attracted the attention of the few royal family members in the Feng family. The music engineer climbed the wall and watched. The Weapon Refining Hall is still the same as before, as if it is isolated from the world, without any communication with the outside world.

When Wu Qing's life of raising pigs for more than half a month came to an end, the Feng family finally ushered in the most important day.

Red satin wraps around the plaques and columns, decorating every corner of the Feng family with bright red exclamation marks. Silk is the finest silk, and some are even brocade with dark patterns. Even if it is made into clothes and worn on the body, it is called a luxurious fabric. In the Feng family, it is just a supporting role in a wedding.

In Wuqing's courtyard, the maids in pink clothes were lined up neatly, but the Xi Niang standing at the door did not look even remotely festive. She paced anxiously in front of the closed door, wanting to reach out and knock on the door, but she was afraid of provoking the murderous god inside, who would cause blood to splash in the hall if she was unhappy.

"Hey, hurry up and send someone to have a look. Why hasn't Miss Cousin come over yet?" After walking around in front of the door for a few times, not daring to disturb Wu Qing, Xi Niang could only start from the other end.

A maid followed the order and left, but Xiniang did not frown because of this. The night before the wedding, as the bride-to-be, the master of the pavilion did not feel the joy of being the protagonist of the wedding, nor did she show any resistance. She just made a request without hesitation.

If she is not served by Lu Meiren, she will not wear it if she likes it.

This service refers to the entire process from bringing the wedding dress to putting it on, which requires Lu Miaomiao to complete.

When Wu Qing made this request, almost everyone thought she was going to give Lu Miaomiao a blow. Everyone knew that Lu Miaomiao had been obsessed with Feng Lianmo for many years, and on the day Wu Qing moved into Feng's house, she even came to provoke her.

But this morning, when it was time for the bride to change her clothes and put on makeup, those who either sympathized with or ridiculed Lu Miaomiao had a change of heart.

Xi Niang stamped her feet anxiously. It was not good for Wu Qing to pick anyone but Lu Miaomiao. She could definitely hinder Wu Qing in this aspect of Xi Fu. Although Lu Miaomiao would not dare to disrupt this wedding if she had given her ten more courages, Wu Qing had delayed the auspicious time, which was enough to make the family elders dissatisfied with her.

"Here it comes! My cousin is here!" The maid who was sent out suddenly ran in in a hurry. When Xiniang heard this, she almost fainted with joy. She quickly picked up her skirt and hurried to the door.

Before reaching the door, Lu Miaomiao, carrying her wedding dress, had already stepped into the threshold with her pink skirt flowing. Seeing Xi Niang running toward her eagerly, she frowned in displeasure: "Today is cousin Lian Mo's happy day. How unbecoming are you to be in such a panic!"

Xi Niang stopped in her tracks, lowered her head and pursed her lips in embarrassment. She apologized several times, and then immediately got back to the topic: "Miss Cousin, the bride has been waiting for a long time. Go in quickly, don't miss the auspicious moment!" "

"I am naturally sensible about these matters. What are you worried about?" Lu Miaomiao said lightly. Without even looking at Xi Niang, she held the folded red wedding dress in her hand and walked slowly and elegantly into the room. Go.

There was a creak, and the door hinge rang softly. As the crack in the door expanded, the golden light falling from the sky was reflected in the dim room. Lu Miaomiao pushed the door open and entered. Before she could close the door, when she saw the scene in the room, the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Fine mud seals were scattered all over the ground, and seven or eight wine jars were dumped on the ground. Most of them were empty. Only one or two had half a jar of wine left in them. The crystal clear wine lay on the ground. It trickled down drop by drop from the jar, dyeing the carpet a deep color.

And in the chaos, a bright red woman was lying crookedly on the soft couch holding an open wine jar. But it didn't matter that this guy was drinking or drunk, but he still had a full-length mirror lying next to him.

The mirrors in the Shadow Continent are not backward bronze mirrors. Hundreds of years ago, a refiner added the wrong materials when refining a shield, and forcibly made a majestic ancient shield into a translucent form. , it showed his face that he hadn’t taken care of for months, and he was so shocked that he no longer felt depressed about the failure of refining the weapon. Later, through subsequent modifications, clear glass mirrors had already been born.

In the mirror, a man lying on his side, dressed in soft red and flowing gold, with drunken eyes half-squinted, holding the side of his head with his left hand, and holding a wolf hair in his right hand, was writing strokes on the drawing paper fixed in mid-air with magic power. . A few touches of demonic red, whirling wetness, a few touches of jet black, waterfalls of black hair, and a few simple outlines have already outlined the laziness and comfort of the whole body.

The person in the painting is Wu Qing, or in other words, he is Wu Qing in the mirror.

For more than half a month, I lingered in the courtyard of the Feng family's female relatives, looking at all the beauties of the Feng family, and there were a few more pictures of beauties in Wuqing's storage space. But the Feng family is only so big, and the number of female relatives will not increase with the demand for someone's beauty pictures. The master of the pavilion said that the Feng family's materials have been used up by her.

What's going to happen? What else can be done? ! One day, the beautiful pavilion master looked in the mirror and had an idea!

Lu Miaomiao walked around the mess on the ground in disgust, walked to Wu Qing's side, raised the clothes in his hand: "Mei Wuqing, I brought you the clothes you wanted."

"Huh?" With a meaningless hum, Wu Qing's thoughts wandered to the sky with the drunkenness, and his attention was suspended on the tip of the pen, his drunken eyes slightly raised.

The thick ink smells of alcohol, and the young master is drunk and slumped.

A little surprised, a little entangled and a little angry filled Lu Miaomiao's heart. She admitted that Wu Qing was indeed excellent, but she really couldn't understand why Feng Lianmo liked such a thing.

The dissatisfaction in his heart overflowed and his petulance came to the fore. Lu Miaomiao gently kicked a corner of the soft couch and said angrily: "Mei Wuqing, please get up quickly!"

"Well, be good, beauty, don't make any noise." Wu Qing shook the hand holding the wolf hair, and said as if coaxing a child, not caring at all who came in. Her beauty picture, her beauty picture! How could her beauty gallery be missing her own picture!

Lu Miaomiao took a deep breath, dropped the wedding dress in her hand, bent down and pulled Wu Qing up alive.

"Hey, my beauty!" Wu Qing whispered, but at this time she had no defense at all, Lu Miaomiao was strong enough to pull her up. When following, her body was barely in an upright position as if she was about to lie down. Her thoughts were slightly clearer, and Lu Miaomiao's charming face broke into her eyes.

The drunken Fengyan blinked, vaguely seeming to realize that there was no such face in his beauty picture, Wu Qing suddenly smiled and said: "Hey, the beauty is quite unfamiliar, hurry up and give me a smile. "

Among all the Feng family members, Lu Miaomiao was the only one who refused to let Wu Qing paint. Every time she raised her brush, she put on a bad face.

Seeing that Wu Qing was about to pull out a piece of drawing paper from the side and start working, without even realizing what day it was, Lu Miaomiao's suppressed anger finally broke out: "Mei Wu Qing! Hurry up Get up, young lady!"

Half an hour later, the room was as messy as before, but the guy lying on the soft couch with his shirt loose was already sitting in front of the dressing table in neat wedding clothes.

The armbands sweep the floor, the waist band is wrapped around the body, and the bright red-dyed black wedding dress is dyed with joy and the domineering power of the emperor.

Yes, this is men's clothing, men's clothing that Wu Qing specially asked Lu Miaomiao to prepare.

There was a reason why she asked Lu Miaomiao to deliver her wedding clothes in person, shut out all the other people and only let Lu Miaomiao wait on her to dress. To put it simply, the wedding dress is just a slightly grand and gorgeous dress. To put it more deeply, the wedding dress is a symbol.

Due to her nature, Wu Qing does not have the expectation to wear a wedding dress and enter the wedding hall with her loved one, but no matter what, she does not want to stand with others wearing such clothes. This is a sign of Huang Yin's It's unfair, and I don't like it at the same time.

One person is enough for the person you love. No matter whether it is spiritually or materially, you cannot make him feel wronged, even if she is a woman. What she will wear will only be the wedding dress Huang Yin prepared for her.

Ru Hantan's blue eyes flashed, Wu Qing's drunkenness had almost subsided. She looked at Lu Miaomiao who had her hair crowned in the mirror and asked, "How are the preparations going outside?"

"All the guests have arrived, and the officiant has also arrived. All that's missing is you, the bride." At the end of his words, Lu Miaomiao's eyes darkened. From birth to now, the person she has loved for most of her life is getting married, but the person wearing the phoenix crown and harem is not her.

Swallowing down the grievance and pain that came to her heart, Lu Miaomiao showed a strong expression: "Mei Wuqing, you promised me that this wedding will not be successful."

"Don't worry, Miss Lu. You regard Feng Lianmo as a treasure. I regard him as grass. Don't look at me like that. I am right to scold him. If I like him, you should cry." Wu Qing moved. He moved his head, and the green silk draped over his shoulders slid down like silk. Under the eyelashes as thick as butterfly wings, a thick dark light flowed past.

"It's better to be what you said!" Lu Miaomiao opened his mouth to threaten something, but the words brewing on the tip of his tongue were blank, and he could only hold back this sentence.

From beginning to end, except for the first letter, Wu Qing did not do anything to her. She had also suspected that Wu Qing was coaxing her to play. But she still chose to continue to cooperate with Wu Qing, because she had no other choice but to bet that what Wu Qing told her was true.