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

The corner of Huang Yin's mouth twitched, it turned out that he was just being sentimental...

"Scourge, thank you for your hard work." Wu Qing pretended to pat Huang Yin on the shoulder, but a warmth flowed through his heart.

In fact, this scourge is still a little bit pleasing to the eye.

She had never doubted Huang Yin's intentions. From the moment she saw this man who was as independent as a bamboo, she had already understood how powerful he was. Although he has no position in the palace, everyone respects him in awe, and his level of mystery is no less than her, the source of darkness.

Such a person has his own pride. He will not and has no reason to deliberately approach her with the intention of getting something from her. She felt inexplicably at ease with Huang Yin.

Moreover, they are very similar. It may be cynical, or it may be as elegant as water, but deep in the heart, there has never been a wave, it is as cold as frost, it has never been sentimental, and it has never had any intention.

Involuntarily, Wu Qing recalled the first time he saw Huang Yin in Ruohan Palace, those eyes that were misty in the sky but as deep as a ravine, so cold that it made people's hearts tremble.

"However, I still don't allow you to act recklessly in the palace." Suddenly, Wu Qing's mind made a 360-degree jump, with a speed comparable to Wuhen on the snow.

"What nonsense?" Huang Yin tasted these two words carefully, a soft smile spread on his lips, he suddenly lowered his head to Wu Qing's ear, and breathed softly, "Xiao Qing'er said Is that so?"

"It's good that you know," Wu Qing, who was rare, didn't slap him away.

Huang Yin smiled and was about to take the next step when Wu Qing's next words shocked him inside and out, "The guards and servants in the mansion are all good family men. If you want to act recklessly, Go out and turn left, there is a nice little restaurant there."

Huang Yin took a deep breath. He finally understood what Wu Qing meant when he entered the courtyard and said, "There are no handsome boys in the courtyard." This little monster still regards him as Duanxiu. Is he considered a person? A mistake that will lead to eternal regret?

In view of Huang Yin's various actions before, as well as his words that can easily make people think wrong, Wu Qing has stamped the red seal of identification of the broken sleeves on him, and his thinking has been fixed. It is harder to change than to reach the sky.

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Inexplicably sending Huang Yin away with a wry smile, Wu Qing ordered someone to bring her a guqin. Although she exerted the power of space at the annual meeting, she was still far from being familiar with it. She couldn't drink with Mei Yange and practice the piano.

Touching the slender piano wire, as the music overflowed, Wu Qing slowly closed his eyes, and the score of "Split the Sky" completely appeared in his mind.

In fact, "Split the Sky" is not just as simple as simply opening the cracks in time and space, it is divided into three movements - disappearing in the sky, traveling thousands of miles in a day, and afterimages of time and space.

To hide in the air is to open a safe space-time gap and hide in it to hide the figure; to travel a thousand miles in a day is to teleport over a short distance. If you have enough mental power, you can move anywhere within a hundred meters. These two moves are best used for hiding, escaping, or even sneak attacks.

The last movement, the space-time afterimage, is an attack type. It opens a chaotic space-time gate and throws the opponent inside. It is simple and hard to guard against.

At midnight, the music of the piano circulated in cycles, and people sang to the moon all night long. The ethereal rhythm was gentle and reassuring without a hint of murderous intent. The entire palace had a good sleep, but no one noticed that in the main courtyard, the turbulence of time and space was dancing all night long.

"The cold light melted in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three strings moved the purple emperor. Prince Qing really sang a song that will be the best in the world!" I don't know what time it was, but a voice rang in Wu Qing's ears, startling him away from the night's addiction.

In the door, a man stands with his backlight, wearing a purple brocade robe, which makes him look like a noble prince who has come out of the painting alive. And those eyes that should have been reserved and deep, but when staring at the extremely familiar face in front of them, there was a hint of haziness as if they were from another life.

"It turns out to be Mr. Li." Wu Qing opened his eyes, reflecting the melting light from the dust. His heterochromatic pupils were bright and gorgeous, so beautiful that they were unreal.

Li is the surname of Fu Zhaoli who disguised himself as an envoy.

Waking up in such a strange color, Fu Zhaoli calmed down his mind, stepped into the room and sat down, and sighed: "It's very similar, it's really similar."

Every time he faced this face, he couldn't help but lose consciousness. If it weren't for those striking eyes of different colors, he might have fallen into unconsciousness.

"What's it like, huh?" Wu Qing asked knowingly, and suddenly stopped playing the piano in his hand. At that moment, the delicate body of the piano hissed, and terrifying cracks crawled all over his body.

"Your Majesty, this piano is..." Fu Zhaoli was slightly shocked, with an inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes.

He remembered that the weapons that came out of Wu Qing's hands were either broken or mottled with cracks. At the banquet, the guqin was broken into pieces. It might have been an accident once, but what about the second time?

That nasal sound, that demeanor, that face, and those habits were exactly the same as Wu Qing. Fu Zhaoli, who had already believed that Wu Qing and King Qing were two people, couldn't help but be shaken.

Fu Zhaoli stabilized his mind. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, no matter how slim it was, he would give it a try!

"It's just broken." Wu Qing said a few words without any intention of explaining. He deceived Fu Zhaoli easily and was not as troublesome as Huang Yin.

Fu Zhaoli choked, but his eyes never left Wu Qing's face, unwilling to let go of her every look: "Your Majesty is very much like an old friend of mine."

"Old friend?" Wu Qing raised his eyebrows and replied rudely, "Mr. Li, did you make the old friend you miss so angry that you ran away, and then came to this king to find comfort?"

The corner of Fu Zhaoli's mouth twitched a few times, but he couldn't find out anything. Instead, Wu Qing stabbed him in a painful spot. Immediately, a layer of sadness formed between his brows: "I am sorry for her, and it is enough that she is willing to forgive me."

Even though that means severing ties with each other.

"If it's lost, it's lost. There are always some things in the world that you can't get back no matter how hard you try." Wu Qing said calmly, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

If you repent, God will give everything back to you? Nothing in the world has ever been so cheap! Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many poets complaining throughout history!

And things that are too easy to recover always make people not cherish them. If this is the case, then why bother asking for it? Rather than regretting it later, it’s better to hold it firmly in your hands while you have it!

"Can't get it back?" Fu Zhaoli's heart felt like needles pricking him, his pupils were extremely dilated, Wu Qing said what he had always understood but was unwilling to admit, as if he didn't want to believe it, he murmured over and over again, "It's impossible Can we recover it? Is there really no way to recover it?"

And even though he asked in such a panic, he couldn't even deceive himself. Wu Qing is such a proud person, how could he go back?