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

She didn't really believe Wu Qing's words until Wu Qing asked her to prepare a new men's wedding dress. However, just a wedding dress can only make a little joke. In addition to Feng Lianmo's own choice, this marriage is mixed with too many interests. He will not give up this extremely cost-effective marriage easily.

"Alright, Miss Lu, don't frown. Although beauty's eyebrows are pitiful, they are prone to wrinkles. I feel sorry for you." I don't know when Wu Qing got up from her seat, and she rubbed Lu Miaomiao's head. , took the jade hairpin from the other party's hand that had not been tied up for her hair for a long time, tied up the green silk hair in one hand and held the hairpin in the other hand, and the green hair on her head was tied into a beautiful men's hair crown.

The ink is like silk, and the hosta is lush and clear. It is also an elegant and dust-free hosta. There are two completely different styles of painting on Huang Yin's head and on Wu Qing's head. A bright red dress with a hosta makes you feel romantic.

Wu Qing took a look in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction. She has never tied up her hair with a men's hair crown since she returned to her original form, but now she still looks so handsome when it is tied up.

Leaving Lu Miaomiao, who was worried, Wu Qing strode towards the door. The moment she passed by Lu Miaomiao, her eyes were as dark as a heavy cloud.

She promised Lu Miaomiao that this wedding would never be a success. However, she did not promise that she would definitely bring her and Feng Lianmo together, nor did she guarantee that the Feng family would be safe and sound.

This thought flowed through my mind like the wind without a trace. With his black hair floating around, Wu Qing had already arrived at the door. Xi Niang, who was waiting anxiously outside, heard the door creak and went forward to greet her in surprise. However, before her joyful expression settled firmly on her face, her heart was shattered into pieces by the men's wedding dress that came towards her.

"Lord Pavilion Master, what are you..." Xi Niang waved her red handkerchief and was about to walk up to Wu Qing and say something, but the second half of the sentence was still in her mouth, and a fragrant and alluring smell of wine filled her face. By then, the bright red shadow had passed over her and she stepped out of the door.

"Hey! Pavilion Master! This can't be done, Pavilion Master! Sir!" Xiniang stamped her feet, yelled and chased after her.

The wedding hall was already full of guests. There were delicious food and wine on the table, and the maids were waiting beside the table. Feng Lianmo was standing in the center of the wedding hall in a red wedding dress, talking to an old man.

The bright red color on the robe was so bright that it was a bit dazzling. This color, which was almost never seen on Feng Lianmo, made his skin paler. Under the clothes, it can be seen that he has a thin figure, and his excessively thin body looks a bit empty in his clothes. Despite this, there is no sense of disobedience in his attire. Instead, he vividly interprets his frail beauty.

Occasionally, a senior servant ran up to Feng Lianmo with a nervous look on his face, glanced around, and looked embarrassed. The old man who was chatting freely with Feng Lianmo was also someone who knew how to watch people's words. He cleverly stopped talking and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, the servant approached Feng Lianmo and whispered a few words in his ear. The warm spring breeze smile on Feng Lianmo's face paused for a while.

This change in expression only lasted a moment. Soon, Feng Lianmo returned to his perfect appearance. He gave the servant a few instructions and then waved him away.

This was just a small episode. The guests who were immersed in the celebration did not pay attention to this small detail and just regarded it as a small mistake in the Feng family's affairs that was not worth mentioning.

Weddings in the Shadow Continent are roughly the same as those in ancient China, with only a few differences. But this kind of marriage custom was completely destroyed when it was applied to the Feng family or Wu Qing.

There was no face opening, no face shielding, and no greeting. A series of tedious steps were skipped. Wu Qing now lives in the Feng family, which is a fact that the Feng family has long made public. This was a signal they sent out. The master of Moyan Pavilion was very happy to marry Feng Lianmo. In other words, the master of Moyan Pavilion had to marry the Feng family.

At the same time, this is also a warning to Moyan Pavilion. Their master is in the hands of the Feng family, and they must be careful about what they do.

However, the Feng family is simply overthinking. In this month, no matter it is the Moyan Pavilion, the Dongyu Lord's Mansion, or even the Nanyu Lord's Mansion, there is no movement from these three parties. The Feng Family's weapon refining industry Didn't receive any attacks. In fact, these three parties did not show any attitude towards this marriage, and they were eerily quiet.

You can't make trouble when others are peaceful. The Feng family, which had already prepared for everything, was a little depressed. In addition to being depressed, they could only silently strengthen their defenses and keep an eye on Wu Qing. As long as Wu Qing was in their hands, they would have it. The bargaining chip that restricts Mo Yan Pavilion and the Lord's Mansion.

Since the bride is in the Feng family, the steps to welcome her are omitted, and there is no such thing as wearing a velvet flower mask and carrying grain beans. This was not because Feng Lianmo was thinking about Wu Qing, but because he knew very well that Wu Qing would never do all these things in a disciplined manner. The Feng family's requirements for this wedding are very low, as long as the wedding can be completed.

"The bride is here!" Suddenly, the emcee shouted outside the wedding hall, and the conversation in the hall stopped. Feng Lianmo stopped talking to an elder named Feng next to him. His distant gaze fell on the door, his eyes as clear as glass filled with a touch of joy and soft light. And in the corner that is difficult for ordinary people to see, there seems to be waves floating in the eyes.

The attention of the guests also followed the door, and they were all charming. This person who had long been famous had only appeared twice in front of the public in the East. Once was the reception banquet of the Divine Realm Academy Competition. That night she was shocked. Hong Yi showed up that the second time was the open-air banquet in the pear garden at Lord Dongyu's Mansion.

The third time was during the wedding of the head of the Feng family, not as the master of Moyan Pavilion, not as the direct grandson of Lord Nanyu, and not as the younger brother of Lord Dongyu, but She appears in the name of the bride, the mistress of the Feng family who is about to enter the family!

Bride, this word made everyone's eyes twitch. Not long ago, the Lord of Dongyu, Mei Yange, personally confirmed that she was his younger brother, but she became a bride when she arrived at the Feng family. Was it Mei Yange who deliberately concealed it, or was the head of the Feng family actually a bride? A hidden broken sleeve?

Just when everyone began to speculate endlessly, a touch of red that was as beautiful as a falling stone suddenly appeared in the Xitang Gate!

Hosta hair bun, men's style. Gorgeous wedding clothes, men's clothing.

Bright and unique!

This sudden impact caused everyone in the hall to hold their breath. Then, the female guests lightly covered their lips, their almond-shaped eyes widened, and the male guests were dumbfounded. Then, the whole hall suddenly realized. The expressions of the elders of the Feng family were completely out of tune with everyone else's. The expressions of the elders of the Feng family were tense, and some of their old faces were almost broken.

But the culprit who caused all this walked into the wedding hall gracefully as if she didn't know anything. Ignoring everyone's astonishment, she walked towards Feng Lianmo who was standing in the center of the wedding hall.

Instead of approaching Feng Lianmo ambiguously as usual, she stopped a few meters away from him. The smile in Wu Qingfeng's eyes was as poetic as a poem: "Beauty Lianmo, when your hair reaches your waist, I will Welcoming you with a wedding robe. Now your hair is like a waterfall, so I am here."

The short sentence was like an expression of tenderness, but it seemed to have no special meaning, just a casual comment. After finishing speaking, she spread out her arms and unfolded all her wide armholes. The dark patterns on them were soaked in the midday sun, giving them an elegant and luxurious look.

From the beginning to now, perhaps Feng Lianmo is the calmest. The moment he saw Wu Qing, his eyes only moved, and soon he was covered by the gentle and gentle smile on his face.

"Wu Qing, you are fooling around." There was no blame, no displeasure, Feng Lianmo just shook his head with a smile, and his helplessness overflowed with pampering. A groom who deeply loves his bride and dotes on his wife to excess is like this.

Wu Qing just curled his lips and smiled and said nothing. Feng Lianmo didn't pay attention, and didn't ask her to go back and change her clothes. He just waved to her: "Wu Qing, come here." The gentle voice revealed infinite tenderness, and there seemed to be ink in the trance. The fragrance of bamboo melts in the air and is transmitted.

Wu Qing's heartstrings moved, and for a moment, Feng Lianmo's frail and white face blurred into the face she had hidden deep in her heart. The same pampering, the same helplessness, the same tenderness.

But this trance only lasted for a moment, and soon her breathing returned to its normal frequency. To a certain extent, Feng Lianmo and Huang Yin were very similar, equally gentle and affectionate. But many essential things are still different after all, even though Feng Lianmo, whose temperament and temperament are somewhat similar to Huang Yin's, deliberately tried to imitate him.

After retracting his thoughts, Wu Qing did not respond, nor did he move forward as Feng Lianmo said. He was still independent on the spot. However, the curve drawn by Jiang's lips was a little deeper. He didn't know if it was sarcasm, or maybe It is promoting narrowness.

Feng Lianmo didn't show any embarrassment, and there were no cracks in the smile on his face. He continued to coax softly: "Wu Qing, don't be ridiculous, come to your husband."

The guests, who had no idea about Wu Qing's gender at all, were a little confused, but strangely calmed down in Feng Lianmo's voice, as if this was just a little awkwardness between a young couple, there was nothing surprising, and some even started to Cheered.

"Bride, come over quickly, you can't buy such a husband with a thousand dollars!"

"Master Feng, if the bride doesn't move, just go there by yourself! How can a beautiful lady be so reserved in front of you!"

"Go quickly! Go quickly!" The folk customs in the Shadow Continent are inherently open, so this kind of noise is nothing. It was just that when the "bride" and "beautiful lady" were mentioned, the guests couldn't help but twitch their lips. .

The smell of wine smoked the red satin, and the guests' faces were filled with smiles. The atmosphere of the entire wedding hall began to reach a climax. The elders of the Feng family who had been tense just now also relaxed, with little smiles on their faces. If there was no hostile relationship in the middle, they would be extremely satisfied if Wu Qing could marry into their Feng family.