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

The ministers looked at the old emperor with even more awe. He was worthy of being their holy master. Fortunately, he could say this without changing his face!

Facts have proved that there is an inseparable connection between the level of speaking and the level of official position!

The old emperor was so obviously partisan, Wan Rousha's soft yet strong face darkened, but she did not intend to give up. She opened her mouth to say something, but at this moment, a voice sounded from another place. The faint voice was full of tender nostalgia, and seemed to be laughing helplessly. "Xiao Qing'er has always been like this. I didn't expect that it hasn't changed since I became a prince!"

Hearing this voice, the ministers were surprised. The old emperor was happy. This minister really liked him! He really understands his precious daughter!

The old emperor opened his mouth to give a reward to his dear beloved, but when his eyes fell to the source of the sound, and when he saw the speaker clearly, his words were choked, and his tone changed in surprise: "National Master , do you know Qing'er?"

The dark blue robe is as elegant and unparalleled as bamboo, the eyebrows are as calm as the dark mountains in the distance, and the clouds and mist like fairy mountains are lingering in the eyes all the year round. The sky is blurred, vast and soft. He is not here to celebrate the New Year on behalf of the Fuying Dynasty. Who is the national master Mo Huangyin?

The ministers all had different expressions. They had never heard that Wu Qing had anything to do with the Fuying Dynasty. Now this is...

"Xiao Qing'er and I are old acquaintances." Huang Yin said with a smile, his elegant and seemingly simple words made it clear that he and Wu Qing had known each other a long time ago and had nothing to do with the national affairs between the two dynasties. Dispelled everyone's doubts.

"Huang Yin, some people are good on the outside but bad on the inside. Don't be deceived." Wan Rousha, who was also surprised by Huang Yin's words, came back to her senses, snorted coldly, said something unkind, and exhaled "Huang Yin Er" The words are less cold and arrogant than usual, and a little more affectionate.

"I, of course, know about Xiao Qing'er's affairs. In addition," Huang Yin replied distantly, with a slightly subdued expression, "General Wan, just call me the national master. We are not familiar with each other."

Not only was the old emperor not angry at being robbed of his speech, but he applauded countless times in his heart. The more he looked at Huang Yin, the more he liked him. This sentence "unfamiliar" is well said! Very good! He should choke outsiders to death and protect his daughter!

Wan Rousha's throat was clogged, and her anger surged slightly. She didn't expect that it was rare for her to fall in love with someone, and she deigned to say a word, but she was rejected!

However, the more this happens, the more she wants him! The children of those aristocratic families were always very attentive and admiring to her, but Huang Yin never laid eyes on her when she entered the palace. Only such people are worthy of her capture!

Seeing that Wan Rousha was not angry but extremely calm, the courtiers couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Both Wan Rousha and Wan Chuan are virtuous, hold grudges and think highly of themselves, but now she has not had an attack after being blocked by Huang Yin. It seems that she really likes Fu Ying's national master.

"His Royal Highness Qing Wang is here!" Just when everyone had different thoughts, the God of Plague, who could stir up trouble even when no one was around, finally arrived belatedly.

She is still that thin figure, but today she has changed from the pure white fox fur of the past, and her red robe is as gorgeous as fireworks, and her pale face seems to be stained with blood. Wu Qing, who has never worn red before, suddenly appeared in a bright red robe, which was undoubtedly stunning.

It's eerie and strange, and contains a somewhat unclear and bloodthirsty meaning. It's like a fire in the dark night, but it becomes more and more eye-catching.

People's thoughts flashed. He was worthy of the title of Prince Qing. Even though it was not the first time they met, they still couldn't help but lose their minds. It's no wonder that even if he behaved like this, he still made the men and women of Meidu obsessed with him.

"My son, please see your father." Wu Qing just bowed to the old emperor, and there was no need to kneel down. The matter was settled in a simple sentence, he didn't mention anything about being late, and there wasn't even the slightest apology on his face. His skin was unusually thick.

"Excuse me, it's windy tonight, why don't Qing'er wear more clothes?" He was called by the old man every day. It was rare for Wu Qing to call him father, and the old emperor laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.

She is indeed his daughter, so generous! If you don't stick to trivial matters, being late is a waste! He has the same demeanor as he did back then!

"Thank you, Father. You are worried too much. My sons and ministers are not cold." Wu Qing raised his head and smiled knowingly at the old emperor. The ministers were moved by the sight. In the royal family, it is extremely rare for a father to be kind and a son to be filial!

Seeing the reactions of the courtiers, Mei Yange sighed, what kind of mess about father's kindness and son's filial piety? This father and daughter are totally in cahoots! It's really cheating to death without paying for it!

"Xiao Qing'er, long time no see." Just when Wu Qing made up her mind and walked directly to her seat without seeing someone, the voice she least wanted to hear appeared.

The steps under his feet paused, the bright red clothes drew a beautiful shadow in the air, and Wu Qing's smiling face froze. Her pair of gold and silver heterochromatic eyes were not covered at all. At this time, she was not the master of the Moyan Pavilion, so she couldn't pretend not to know this damn short-sleeved person.

But who is Mei Wuqing? She is good at pretending to be stupid and dumbfounded. She just pulls it off casually. Isn't it just the people who have been ignored reluctantly remind her? What's the difficulty in responding to the previous sentence?

"It's not too long at all. I haven't seen you for only a few months and you miss me so much. It's really flattering!" Wu Qing turned around and smiled at Huang Yin. His tone was frivolous and his eyes were sparkling. Even in the main hall, he didn't restrain himself at all. the meaning of.

"Will little Qing'er be flattered as well?" Huang Yin gave a clear smile. Suddenly, the room was filled with clouds and mist, like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. People were willing to get lost in it and couldn't bear to break this beauty that was above the world.

This little monster also knows what it means to be flattered? That's the real hell. Seeing as she did just now, she was simply ignoring him on purpose.

Wu Qing was a little dazed under this smile, but compared to others, her immunity to Huang Yin was still much stronger. She quickly recovered from the teasing in Huang Yin's eyes, sighed secretly, and responded with an ambiguous smile: "I am naturally happy to be remembered by a beauty."

Having said that, Wu Qing walked to his seat without looking back. Although the beauty is good, she is not someone to be teased by. She has suffered so many losses, and she is not going to get into trouble.

As if he knew Wu Qing's intention, Huang Yin slowly said to the old emperor just as she was about to sit down: "Your Majesty, Xiao Qing'er and I haven't seen each other for many days. I hope to be with her tonight. Let’s reminisce about old times and ask your Majesty’s permission.”

Just like Fu Zhaoli, his tone showed no respect for the monarch at all, but the moist and elegant voice made people feel like a spring breeze and couldn't bear the slightest hint of displeasure.

"I'm so polite, I'm sure!" The familiarity between Wu Qing and Huang Yin's tone seemed genuine. He had just helped Wu Qing to speak for him. The old emperor was extremely satisfied with him. When he heard this, Long Yan was delighted and agreed. Come down.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Huang Yin replied with a detached air.

Such magnanimity! What a look! Such conversation! The more the old emperor saw it, the more he liked it. I heard that Huang Yin was also a red sandalwood music master. He was talented, strategist, and had extraordinary achievements at a young age. He would definitely be a perfect match for his daughter!

This damn old man! Wu Qing froze as he sat down, and glanced at the old emperor with a knife from the corner of his eye. But the old emperor is making his own little plans, how can he feel this?

But the monarch kept his word, and there was nothing he couldn't do to refute his face in the hall. Reluctantly, she had no choice but to move slowly towards Huang Yin, looking at his peach blossom eyes, the smile became more and more brilliant, and people who didn't know the inside story were shaken to the point of losing their souls by this smile. .

The moment she lifted up her clothes and sat down, her eyes accidentally glanced at the attendant behind Huang Yin, and her eyes suddenly flashed.

Even if she took off the royal robe, even if she restrained her imperial posture and noble prince's elegance, and lowered her eyebrows, she still recognized that face at a glance.

Fu Zhaoli!

However, Wu Qing's eyes did not pause, as if he didn't recognize him, and he sat down next to Huang Yin with a calm expression. He picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth as usual.

"Xiao Qing'er, your injury is not healed yet, so you shouldn't drink." After observing Wu Qing's behavior in his eyes and not noticing anything inappropriate, Huang Yin naturally stopped Wu Qing's hand holding the wine glass and said with concern.

"Beauty Huang Yin is too worried. I won't be dead for a while." She patted away the hand that was so perfect that she couldn't help but admire it. Wu Qing drank the wine in the glass in one sip, but her lowered eyes covered her eyes. Let go of all emotions.

She had long expected that Fu Zhaoli would come to Meiying Dynasty. He found out at the funeral that she was not dead and had lost all traces of her. Even if there was a slight possibility, he would check it out based on how nervous he was about her. Not to mention that her name has not changed and her appearance is exactly the same as before, except...

Fu Zhaoli, who had been watching Wu Qing, trembled in his eyes. In front of him was the face that he had watched grow a little bit over the past ten years. It was exquisite and world-famous, with the same gorgeous red and phoenix eyes, and the same lazy and frivolous appearance. But those eyes are indeed gold and silver.

It's not her. Her pupils are deep black, as dark as a bottomless pit that no one can see through. These eyes are not covered up in any way. She cannot be that person.

Fu Zhaoli's vague disappointment was reflected in his peripheral vision. He caressed his eyebrows without leaving any trace, and the smile gradually spread from the corners of his eyes.

"This wine is too strong," Huang Yin disapprovedly removed the wine flask that Wu Qing was holding and ordered to the palace attendants beside him, "Go and get Prince Qing a lighter flask."

"Yes, Master Imperial Master." The palace man felt blessed and immediately took the order to do it.

Wu Qing frowned, a little dissatisfied. This Duanxiu was causing trouble for her as soon as he came.

"Xiao Qing'er, please bear with me. When you get better, I'll find you whatever wine you want." Upon receiving Wu Qing's dissatisfaction, Huang Yin smiled softly and rubbed the top of her hair with one hand, showing her intimacy. .

Seeing the new fruit wine brought by the palace maid, which was as light as a carbonated drink, Wu Qing glanced at it with disdain, then reached out to pull back the genuine bottle that had been moved to the corner of the table.

The injury on her heart had not been repaired for a year and a half, and since she had not had any alcohol for such a long time, it was better to kill her.