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

The smoke from the incense burner rose.

Last night the oriole was singing in my dream.

Light fur and slow belt.

Sing a clear song.

The mountains in the distance are as clear as water.

Standing alone by the lake.

He raised his head and drank freely, the aroma of wine was blurred.

In the dream, the man was dressed in white, with disheveled black hair. He lazily raised his phoenix eyes and leaned alone by the lakeside, drinking wine and drinking wine.

As she drank from the cup, the fine wine flowed from the corner of her lips. The transparent wine flowed down her chin like white jade, part of it soaked her black hair, and part of it disappeared into her clothes.

With dark hair and crimson lips, the young master is decadent and beautiful.

A smile blurs three thousand sentient beings.

Yu Zhaoying was awakened.

He seemed to have slept for a long time, so long that his thoughts were far away.

Others say that the Heavenly Father in the shrine is strategizing, and his wisdom is as deep as the sea, and his whereabouts are confusing, and the dragon can see its head but not its tail. In fact, he spent most of his time just sleeping in one of the palaces under the sky.

As the supreme ruler of the palace, Heavenly Father uses ruthless means to intimidate his subordinates. All he has to do is to issue his orders. Those people do not dare to disobey orders. No matter how difficult it is, they will try their best to do so. There are ways to do it, so he basically doesn’t have to worry.

In fact, he played the game of Shadow Continent very casually. After all, he had already sat in the highest position. He had experienced the power of life and death, and he had also experienced the condescending feeling of looking down on the common people. , now it’s just a boring pastime.

So most of the time, he dreamed of Duke Zhou—the man who had always existed since his birth.

Rubbing his slightly unconscious head, Yu Zhaoying tried hard to recall what he was doing before meeting Duke Zhou this time.

what are you doing?

Above the main hall of the shrine, the Youhuang Fire soared into the sky!

I want to linger for a while as usual when I wake up, reminisce about the past, and then laze around for a while. The former Heavenly Father suddenly wakes up!

He is dead!

Yes, he is already dead, in the main hall of the shrine that has been glorious for tens of thousands of years, when the ancient clan surrounded the shrine, and when the shrine guards were retreating, in front of that man, he pushed himself to the Naihe Bridge!

Yes, that person, that figure wearing a stunning red dress, that existence that he had just dreamed of.

So he is... reincarnated now? Or have you become a lonely ghost waiting by the Naihe Bridge?

The former Heavenly Father, who was as wise as a demon, thought about this question very seriously, and then seriously believed that it should be the latter, because after reincarnation, there should be no memories of the past.

Then, just as he was about to stand up and take a good look at the scenery beside Naihe Bridge, a lazy and somewhat ethereal voice floated in his ears.

"Hey, why are you on my bed?"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Zhaoying's eyes lit up. The bed curtain hanging around was lifted up by the airflow, twisted strangely in the air, and then felt like it was hanging on the hook.

The next second, a pair of strange-colored eyes broke into his sight.

The right eye is molten gold, like the eastern star that rises at the turn of night and day, eclipsing the stars in the entire sky. The left eye is broken silver, like the dancing crescent moon in midsummer, deep and clear.

"Wu...Wu Qing?" Yu Zhaoying exhaled subconsciously, but in exchange, the other party raised his eyes with a smile as before.

"What?" The little face facing the skylight by the window wrinkled. Because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Yu Zhaoying's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make out even a single word.

Taking advantage of this gap, the face of the voice owner was completely reflected in Yu Zhaoying's eyes like the wind and rain.

Her hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her ink hair is half tied up. The loose bun cannot restrain the hair in front of her forehead at all, and a few long strands of ink color hang down in front of her forehead, floating wantonly.

Under the eyelashes as long as butterfly wings, the golden pupils are like torches and the silver pupils are like mist. Those are not the majestic red phoenix eyes, but the charming peach blossom eyes that are full of evil.

However, the master with such eyes is unparalleled in beauty. His fair face is washed away by the beauty, and the beauty of the snow is written all over.

Such eyebrows and eyes, such a face, the two contrast with each other, and there is a kind of beauty that is difficult to describe with pen and ink.

Yu Zhaoying's eyes dimmed, it wasn't that person, it wasn't... Wu Qing.

"Hey, you're talking." Looking at this guy who appeared on her bed inexplicably as soon as she went out, Mo Zuiying curled his lips, raised his eyes, and raised his hand. Point in the direction of the door.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me. The door is right there. It's easy to leave without seeing him off."

No matter who this person is, just give her her bed back.

bed.

her bed.

Her uncle Mei Yange collected all the treasures from heaven and earth to build a soft couch for her.

Thinking of that soft touch, Mo Zuiying, who was dragged out by his frizzy elder brother early in the morning, couldn't help but yawn.

The beauty covered her lips, stretched out her waist, and looked sleepy.

Looking at the narrow and somewhat empty eyes of the pretty lady beside the bed, looking at the unrestrained expression on her stretched waist, looking at her posture that was one part lazy and one part impatient, Yu Zhaoying suddenly felt something strange. the illusion.

"What's your name?" Yu Zhaoying heard her uncontrollable voice escape from her lips.

After stretching, Mo Zuiying, who was already feeling sleepy, looked at the man who appeared out of nowhere on the bed with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and frowned: "Why are you still in my bed?"

The implication is - after waiting for so long, why don't you know how to return the bed to her and get out?

Yu Zhaoying: "..."

Mo Zuiying rolled his eyes, come on, not only didn't he get up this time, he didn't even bother to say anything.

"Can you get up?" It doesn't matter if you don't speak. She only cares about this. She wants to sleep.

"What's your name?" Yu Zhaoying was only concerned about this.

"Get up!"

"tell me your name."

"You really don't want to get up?"

"Is your surname Mo?"

"Forget it if you don't get up."

Then, the former Heavenly Father's vision went dark, his stomach hurt, and the 28-year-old girl who was standing next to the bed just now had her whole body thrown against him. Ah, no, lie on top of him.

It doesn't matter if she can't get up, just use it as a mattress for her, and she can still sleep anyway.

Moving his body to find a suitable position, Mo Zuiying squinted his eyes in contentment. The living flesh pad was quite comfortable, but this person was a little thinner...

Yu Zhaoying: "..."

There is no need to ask anymore. My former Heavenly Father is 90% sure that the woman in front of me, whose thinking is a bit different from ordinary people, is a charming daughter...

When I saw a stranger lying on my bed, I didn’t ask who he was, where he came from or what he was doing. I just wanted to throw him out of the bed. In the end, instead of throwing him away, I used him as a mattress. Only a person with strange brain waves would have a daughter like this.

Yu Zhaoying's guess was correct. The girl sleeping soundly on top of him was the third son of the two gods of creation.

There are three sons of God in the Creation Temple. The eldest daughter, Mo Yunlan, was adopted by the God of Day during the period when the ancient clan was in conflict with the temple.