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

"General History of the Continent of Shadows: The Divine Realm Volume" In the 45,773rd year of the Divine Realm's calendar, Mo Yanlou, the Lord of Twilight, was born in the Meiying Dynasty Palace of the human world. Emperor Meiying was delighted to have a grandson and granted him the title of King Yan.

Mr. Yanlou has a very powerful mother named Mei Wuqing. Regardless of her identity as the Creator Night God, her fierce style of conduct is astonishing whether in the human world or the divine world. . Since she passed through the two worlds of humans and gods, the protagonist of the story about adults threatening children to go to bed early at night has since been changed to her name.

Young Master Yanlou also has a very awesome father named Mo Huangyin, who is the founder of the Shadow Continent. Not to mention his various miraculous deeds, Mr. Yanlou thinks these are not worth mentioning.

But he still thinks that his father is very awesome. You can tell it by looking at his surname Mo, and you can tell it by seeing that he dares to steal his mother from him. Except for his father, no one in the entire Shadow Continent dared to steal his mother's property from him, even his two tough grandmothers.

However, Young Master Yanlou is not afraid of his father at all. His charming uncle said that he looks like his mother, and as long as he shows off his cute face to his father, his father will be in trouble.

Well, that's the truth.

His father took him out of his mother's arms and he acted cute.

His father decided to let him sleep in a room as a baby, and he was so cute.

His father said he would find a nanny for him, but he still acted cute.

But the Tao is one foot high, the devil is ten feet high, and Jiang is still old and hot, not to mention that Young Master Yanlou met his black-hearted father who was dressed in an elegant bamboo shell.

There is a saying in the world: Out of sight, out of mind. If you are thrown away, you will not be able to see your cuteness.

So when Mr. Yanlou was able to wean himself at six months, his father left him with his slutty uncle Mei Yange.

"Come on, come on, Xiaoyanlou, be good. Xiaoyanlou, please call me uncle."

Meiying's former crown prince, who refused to take over the crown prince's position even after he came back, is now Prince Duan of Meiying Dynasty in the human world, and the Lord of Souls in the East of the God Realm. He is currently leaning against him. On the beauty's couch, a pink robe embroidered with golden magnolia flowers hung wantonly on the edge of the beauty's couch, and her well-jointed index finger gently poked Young Master Yanlou's baby-fat face.

Even if the son of God is as handsome as his mother when he grows up and makes people and gods angry, he still can't escape the baby fat when he was a child.

Looking at the enlarged enchanting face in front of him, Mr. Yanlou was still stunned even though he was poked in the face.

Like mother, like son. Xiao Yanlou not only inherited his mother's charming appearance, but also inherited the virtue of being obsessed with beauty.

Sure enough, he is his uncle, he is so beautiful...

"Uncle..." Being stunned by the Lord's stunning appearance, Young Master Yanlou shouted one word inarticulately in a soft voice, and suddenly came back to his senses.

It's so embarrassing to call someone out so easily!

Then, the suddenly arrogant Young Master Yanlou opened his mouth and bit the finger that the former Crown Prince was teasing him with so much...

The Lord, who was bitten without any warning, subconsciously withdrew his hand and twitched the corner of his mouth. This little guy was just like his mother who never suffered any loss. He was so unlovable.

The six-month-old baby still hasn't had teeth yet, and the bites it makes are itchy at most but not painful at all. The former prince suddenly feels guilty.

If he pulled his hand so suddenly, would he hurt the little guy?

She looked down at the six-month-old baby with some guilty conscience. As expected, Mei Yange caught a glimpse of a little face that was about to cry.

Oops! His little nephew is unhappy! His precious little nephew was going to cry! His little nephew is going to ignore him!

"Come here! Is the plum blossom cake in the imperial dining room ready?" I heard that his little nephew likes plum blossom cakes. He has loved eating plum blossom cakes since his mother's womb, especially those made by Hagoromo, the wife of the Lord Hosumi.

The beautiful woman who looked lonely but was actually extremely irritable loved this little ancestor very much. Even if she risked being teased by Lord Yagami until she went berserk, she would cross the divine realm and come to the human world every month to see this little guy and make plum blossoms for him. cake.

When Hagoromo Beauty returned to Beiyu, the important task of making plum blossom cakes was left to the imperial dining room of Meiying Palace.

"I'm here to take a look." Mei Yange's personal guard in Lord Dongyu's palace, the guard who had experienced the broken dream of "red sleeves add fragrance" bowed and ran in the direction of the imperial dining room in a familiar way.

The Lord, who thought Mr. Yanlou would smile when he heard the words plum blossom cake, looked down and saw that little face that was wrinkled in pain.

Then the Lord was also miserable.

One big and one small, with two very similar faces, lying together on the beauty's couch, looking at the sky with a sad face.

One is worried about how to coax his precious little nephew back, and the other is worried about whether he should give in and call him uncle...

After all, he is the pavilion master's biological son. His ability to focus is top-notch. As long as no one calls him, he can lie like this until dark. The former prince, who had finished struggling first, couldn't help it anymore. After waiting for a long time, he didn't get the plum blossom cake from the kitchen. In a hurry, he simply grabbed the wine bottle on the table and tried his best to put a amiable smile on his red eyes.

"Xiao Yanlou, do you want to drink, Xiao Yanlou? It's the wine your mother likes to drink!" It doesn't matter what kind of wine it is, anyway, as long as it is good wine, Wu Qing likes it.

liqueur.

My mother's favorite wine.

My mother’s favorite wine.

With his attention diverted, Mr. Yanlou stopped worrying. He stared at the white jade pot in the charming singer with his big round eyes without blinking.

Seeing that there was something going on, Mei Yange flicked her long sleeves, gently held up Yanlou's little head, and slowly moved the shiny white jade spout towards the pink little mouth, and then...

"Pfft-cough cough cough cough! Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!" The former prince was sprayed in the face.

Lord, are you really seeking death by feeding your six-month-old child with liquor?

The transparent wine flowed downwards along his long eyelashes and hair on his forehead, soaked the skirt of his clothes, and sank into his white porcelain chest.

Beautiful and delicious! Beautiful and delicious! His mother was so smart to find such a beautiful uncle for him!

"Hmm... Yan Gege, who is crying? It's so noisy..." On the bed on the other side of the room, a bulging quilt was raised.

One was willing to abduct and the other was willing to follow, and was brought back to the Meiying Palace. The bun beauty had been packed up by the twins and thrown into the sedan chair a few months ago. Not to mention after getting married, even before getting married, this bun had already been kidnapped by Mei Yange and they had been living in the same room for a long time.

Beauty Baozi, who likes to sleep in, was awakened by the cry of the baby. Before she could react, she rolled around on the bed holding the quilt.

Quarrel.

very noisy.

Whose little baby is crying early in the morning...

Um? Little milk baby?

The little milk baby in Prince Duan's Mansion?

Her confused mind paused, and the beauty suddenly jumped up from the bed as a nerve suddenly connected.

"Yan Gege! You actually made Yan Xiaolou cry!" The beauty jumped up from the bed and didn't even have time to put on her skirt. She casually pulled a piece of Mei Yange's robe and put it on her body. Short-legged ran over and gently picked up Xiao Yanlou, who was choking and crying.

"Yan Xiaolou, be good! Yan Xiaolou, don't cry! My uncle is bad, my uncle is bad, let's ignore him, auntie, please give me a shout!" Xiao Yanlou, who was angry after getting up and was being killed by young and old alike, was eaten up by the beauty of the steamed buns. Rubbing his little nephew's face so tender that he could squeeze it out, he picked up the kettle on the table and fed him water little by little.