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

"Master, my disciple will soon... what? Clean the latrine?!" However, Ling Zhihong's pride could not last long before it was wiped out in black and white.

Chopping wood, burning fires, sweeping and mopping the floors, washing clothes, cleaning latrines, killing people, setting fires, and deceiving people. The ink on the snow-white paper was not dry yet, making Ling Zhihong feel tender inside and scorched outside.

"Master...Master?" Ling Zhihong called out tremblingly, what is this? Don't you want to serve your master all the time?

"Have any opinions?" Wu Qing raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

"No!" Ling Zhihong immediately denied it. It was just housework. How could he, the heir to the majestic General's Mansion, be stumped?

but……

"Master, this murder, arson and deception..." Ling Zhihong twisted his eyebrows. He recognized the housework, but what was it?

"You can't do it now," Wu Qing said. Seeing how cowardly Ling Zhihong was, he might have sold him out instead of being tricked by him. "This is a later task."

Ling Zhihong breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was looking forward to these things, with his three-legged skills, he would definitely die if he did such a thing. However, Wu Qing's next words made him nervous.

"However, I see that you are very interested in me, so why not..."

"Master, I'm not interested! I'm going to clean the latrine immediately!" No longer caring about respecting his master, Ling Zhihong interrupted Wu Qing and ran away.

Shaking his head and looking at the fleeing figure, Wu Qing curled up his lips with a hint of deepness: "Well, the housework in the palace has been settled!" The guys in Moyan Pavilion were fine with asking them to kill people, but when it comes to housework, …

Well, there are still fragments of pots and pans lying in the rubbish pile of the palace, and the rags of her white robe are fluttering on the clothes drying pole...

The days back at Prince Qing's Mansion were undoubtedly comfortable. Wu Qing ignored any movement in Fu Zhaoli since the funeral, as if he had never known such a person before.

In the blink of an eye, the New Year's Eve party has arrived. Of course, someone was completely unaware of this. He walked around the Moyan Pavilion headquarters twice every day, went to the brothel to enjoy the flowers, and allowed the old emperor to bring new clothes, food and wine, etc. A steady stream of things were sent to the palace, looking like they were just waiting to die.

What's more terrible is that Wu Qing drank too much and was drunk for thousands of times. Wu Qing didn't know that he had been in a haze for several days and had no idea of ​​dawn and dusk. Such days continued until several palaces. Mammy rushed into Prince Qing's Mansion as if the whole house was on fire.

"Ouch! My good prince, why haven't you changed your clothes yet!" Regardless of etiquette, Grandma hurriedly broke into Wu Qing's room. After taking a closer look, she almost fainted.

What is this little ancestor doing?

She is half lying on a beauty couch, holding a small jar of wine in her left hand, and holding a wolf hair in her right hand and swaying it on the hanging rice paper. On the white paper, there is a picture of a graceful beauty.

"What clothes should I change?" Wu Qing replied without turning his head, and the tip of his pen put the last stroke on the beauty's dress, "I think this dress is quite good, but I need to repaint it if I change it."

The nuns were very happy, where are they?

"My lord, it's you who want to change clothes, not the beauty in the painting." They had already heard that Prince Qing had many eccentricities and a strange personality, so they were mentally prepared, but the ladies were not frightened.

"Oh." Wu Qing replied in a long voice. He didn't ask why he wanted to change. He just opened his arms and said two words: "Please do it."

The nuns looked at the wine jar in Wuqing's left hand, then at the brush with still wet ink on her right hand, and her body that didn't even stand up, their eyelids twitching.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, this wine and this..." A nun reminded vaguely. How could they change this little ancestor's clothes if they didn't put down the things?

Wu Qing glanced at the wine jar and suddenly realized something. He immediately threw the wine jar to a nanny and said with a smile: "Mom, you are interested. I am looking at the beauty picture and don't know that the wine is finished. Please go and fill it up." Just a pot."

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Grandma's breath suddenly became disordered.

"Well, I want Qiyin wine, mama, don't make a mistake." Wu Qing added in detail, and the mama almost cried while holding the wine jar.

"You guys step back first and let me do it." Dai Yan looked at the old lady who was messed up by the wind with amusement, and came out to rescue her.

The nuns nodded hurriedly. They couldn't serve this great god!

However, when they walked to the door, Wu Qing's words made them almost fall to the ground: "It's better to leave!"

Facts have proved that not everyone can endure Wu Qing's off-line hell-like torture. To a certain extent, the four guardians are definitely the best among men!

Drowsily, Wu Qing was thrown into the bathtub and washed once more. Then, like a doll, she was put on the new New Year clothes that the old emperor carefully selected for his precious daughter. Then, she was carefully packed by the four guardians. Throw it into the car and drive.

The carriage hadn't been on the road for long, and at least Wu Qing, who was holding on to the wine jar, hadn't yet poured it into his stomach.

The car swayed for a while and stopped. Wuqing, who was sipping the wine, finally woke up a little bit. He squinted his drunken eyes and asked, "Where are we going?"

After struggling for a long time, they were packed out of the palace and you still don’t know where to go? The expressions of the nuns could be described as extremely bitter and aggrieved. They could not laugh or cry, but they still replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, tonight is the annual party."

Only then did Wu Qing remember that he counted on his fingers and realized that it was indeed time to celebrate the New Year. I heard that the two dynasties would send envoys to each other to congratulate each other on the New Year every year to show their friendship. For such a feast, those who hold the title of king would She cannot be absent.

"Who did Fu Ying send here this year?" Wu Qing just asked casually. For her, since the funeral, she and Fu Ying had no relationship at all.

"Replying to the prince, it is Mr. Mo Huangyin, the national master of Fu Ying."

The moment Mammy replied, Wu Qing's head couldn't wake up anymore, and his heart cracked to pieces...

In the main hall of the palace, the old emperor was sitting on the dragon chair on the steps. He was in high spirits and looked at the ministers at the foot of the steps with a smile. From time to time, he acted like a monarch and expressed his condolences to the old ministers, which brought a burst of excitement. Flattered.

Ling Lan and Ling Ya were dressed in a bright red festive palace dress. She stood beside the old emperor on one side and offered him a glass of wine thoughtfully from time to time. Her posture was dignified and her mother was respectful to the world.

Mei Yange's position was second only to the old emperor's. Her robe was still a bright pink color, even if it wasn't really red, it was enough to dazzle people's eyes. The blazing gold threads on his clothes outline the blooming peonies. It is a gaudy color that is not suitable for men to wear, but it overflows with unparalleled beauty on his body, which is not inconsistent at all.

There are two empty seats next to him. One is for the second prince, Ling Ya's son and Wu Qing's elder brother. However, it is said that Mei Yanxi is one day younger than Wu Qing. Mei Yanxi has been studying under a teacher outside Meidu. She is not in Meidu, and Wu Qing has not seen her yet.

And the other empty seat...

In the main hall, all the civil servants and military officers who are qualified to attend the annual meeting have arrived. Even the Fuying messenger is waiting on his seat. The time for the banquet has arrived. Songs and dances have already started in the center of the main hall, but Wu Qing's seat is still empty. .

"Your Majesty, King Qing has not arrived for a long time. Is he feeling ill?" Wan Chuan said suddenly during the singing and dancing, with a look of concern on his old face that was full of New Year's joy.

The ministers drank and ate for a while, and then tasted the food as if nothing had happened. Quan Dang didn't hear anything. Who doesn’t know about Wan Chuan and Wu Qing’s relationship with Liang Zi? How could this old guy be so kind and care about her? Everyone knew that Wan Chuan was blaming Wu Qing for being late in the name of caring.

The annual meeting is the grandest banquet of the year, and there are even envoys to congratulate you. If you dare to be late for such an important banquet, isn't it giving Wan Chuan an opportunity to make trouble?

However, the latecomer is King Qing. Today, the Holy One holds it in his hand for fear of falling, and holds it in his hand for fear of melting! If they take over the conversation and agree with Wan Chuan, aren't they looking for trouble on their own?

"Qing'er is young, so he took his time a little bit." The old emperor replied hehely, like a reproach, but more of a scolding for pampering his beloved son.

See, they know that there will be no thunder or even a formal reproach.

"Your Majesty, I forgive you for talking too much. Prince Qing's behavior is indeed inappropriate." Wan Chuan's words had no effect at all, and Wan Rousha added, there was something in the words.

Ever since she returned to the capital, Prince Qing's reputation as a playboy had spread throughout Meidu, and Ling Zhihong had been kicked down from his position as the number one playboy in the capital. Everyone knows that King Qing has no redeeming abilities and has no knowledge or skills, but he does whatever he wants by relying on the emperor's favor.

Of course, the reason why this name spreads so quickly is well understood.

Wan Rousha smiled coldly. She was not as tactful as her father Wan Chuan. Wan Chuan was a civil servant, but she actually held half of Meiying's military talismans. Even if she was a little more arrogant, the old emperor would not dare to do anything to her.

She will never forget Wu Qing’s account! With the military talisman in her hand and the title of general, she will take the prince's place sooner or later!

But at this time, Wan Rousha did not regard Wu Qing as an opponent. With her arrogance, she just regarded Wu Qing as an eyesore but easy to get rid of.

The old emperor's face sank calmly, and there was deep displeasure hidden in his eyes as he stared at Wan Rousha: "What does this mean, love general? Qing'er is very polite and has never exceeded it. She also shared my worries and relieved me. She What’s wrong?”

What happened to the most handsome man in Meidu? What's wrong with being ignorant? I remember that when he was young, he was not famous! His precious daughter couldn't bear to say a word herself, how could she allow others to make irresponsible remarks!

Proper etiquette?

The courtiers looked at Wu Qing's empty position and were silent for a moment.

Never crossed?

Then who comes to the brothel every day? And who always goes to the Prince's East Palace to stay drunk?

Share worries?

Are you sure she's not doing you any harm?