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

Huang Yin nodded again. It was really hard to talk about this matter. With Wu Qing's temperament, he would either pounce on him and bite him to death, or his mind would wander in a strange direction.

"Oh." Wu Qing lengthened his voice and suddenly realized. In fact, Huang Yin didn't need to say anything, someone's mind had already gone in a strange direction.

"Disaster, in fact, as a Duanxiu, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Beauty is regardless of gender, if you like it, you will like it." Wu Qing put a hand on Huang Yin's shoulder and comforted her.

As the saying goes, I don't like men, it's just that the person I like happens to be a man.

Even though Huang Yin, who was indifferent to emotions and anger, was stimulated to the point of internal injury, he couldn't help but defend: "Xiao Qing'er, I just..."

"No need to explain, I understand. You are afraid that others will despise you, so you use intimacy with me as a cover." Wu Qing took the lead and said, "I understand, I understand." "It depends on you In order to save my life, I will reluctantly sacrifice myself."

Listening to Wu Qing's words of "sacrifice oneself for others", Huang Yin suddenly felt powerless. Is it a blessing or a curse that he fell in love with such an unattractive monster?

"Well, trouble, I'm leaving, no need to send me off!" Wu Qing didn't care what happened to Huang Yin, he raised his hand gracefully, and she drifted away...

Watching Wu Qing rush to the dining table, Huang Yin smiled helplessly. To cover him, Wu Qing could say this. She herself is a monster of unknown gender outside, and the more this cover is used, the darker it becomes.

However, it was a good thing that Wu Qing didn't notice anything, so he had time to turn her into his arms little by little!

Ling Zhihong, who had been excited about being summoned by Wu Qing, waited from Wu Qing and Huang Yin's entanglement until she walked out of the side courtyard, from the time she walked out of the side courtyard until she had breakfast, from the time she had breakfast until she had a drink after eating. Finally, after someone had had enough wine and food, the sad bastard finally saw her shadow.

"Master! I miss you so much!" As soon as he saw Wu Qing walking into the side hall, Ling Zhihong spread his arms affectionately, calling and rushing towards her.

Wu Qing moved his feet, deftly dodged Ling Erguo's bear hug, and sat down gracefully: "But your master, I don't miss you at all." He almost forgot about you.

"I just think about Master!" Ling Erhuo said, and then he said as if he was taking credit, "Master, I swept your yard once every morning and evening this month. Every piece of your clothes was washed and wiped by my apprentice. Twenty-three tables, one hundred and thirty-six chairs, forty-five vases, and fifty-seven toilets cleaned!"

Wu Qing nodded, seemingly satisfied.

Ling Erhuo was happy, as if he had seen the dawn of hope. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked: "Master, can you guide your disciple to practice?"

Wu Qing nodded again. Anyway, Mr. Ling had this intention in putting the second-rate goods here. Although Ling Erhuo is a bit older, he is still very cute.

"Master, you are my apprentice's reborn parents! It's my apprentice's heaven! It's my apprentice's land! It's my apprentice's..." There was a lot of chatter, and Ling Zhihong couldn't take any flattery that was disgusting. I said it over and over again, and finally boiled it down to one sentence, "Master, my disciple loves you!"

Looking at Wu Qing who was still calm, the member of the Moyan Pavilion who had been ordered to take care of Ling Erhuo and ensure his safety for a month touched the chicken skin on his body and suddenly felt awe for his master.

Unable to stand Ling Zhihong's lack of support, the subordinates interrupted: "My lord, don't listen to his bragging. He hasn't done a single good thing this month!"

"Hey, why are you trying to undermine me!" Ling Zhihong drank back with dissatisfaction. Over the past month, he had also become familiar with the people in the palace. They had been fooling around and talking to each other for a long time. Not formal at all.

"I'm not lying!" the subordinate replied with a raised eyebrow, and then reported to Wu Qing, "Your Majesty, he broke fifteen brooms this month and used up twenty washboards. Fourteen of the tables had their paint wiped off, forty-eight of the chairs were broken, thirty of the vases were broken, and fifty-five of the toilet brushes were broken!”

The corner of Wuqing's mouth trembled. She could understand the table, chair, broom, etc., but why was the washboard broken instead of the clothes?

Someone thought for a while and finally determined that wood must be stronger than cloth, and she was not so ignorant.

Thinking of this, Wu Qing looked at his clothes. Very good, not broken or faded, nor any strange marks or stains.

Seeing Wu Qing's actions, the subordinates immediately said: "Your Majesty, your clothes have been re-washed by the brothers, so don't worry!"

Just kidding, it’s just a table and chairs, how can the master’s clothes be messed up? Even if Ling Zhihong is cautious and would rather break the washboard to ensure the integrity of his master's clothes, it doesn't mean that he has the ability to wash them clean!

"You are robbing me of my credit!" Ling Zhihong accused sadly and indignantly, but when he turned to face Wu Qing, he immediately burst into tears, "Master, this disciple is not made to clean toilets!"

puff! Wu Qing spurted out the tea in one sip. The housework was not done, but Ling Erhao’s language skills were really good!

"Then what are you good at?" Wu Qing asked with a smile. It was indeed a bit difficult for him to ask Ling Zhihong, the young master, to do these things.

"As long as it is taught by the master, the disciple will be good at it!" Ling Zhihong vowed.

"What's your major?" Wu Qing asked.

The topic jumped so quickly that it took Ling Zhihong a while to realize that Wu Qing was asking about the type of his magic power. He felt happy. In other words, Wu Qing was going to teach him his true skills?

But before he could finish his excitement, Ling Zhihong became discouraged again: "Master, my talent has not yet awakened."

"Not awakened?" Wu Qing was a little surprised. Most people's talents will awaken around the age of six, and they can start practicing and determine their classification. If it's early, there are those as young as three or four.

And Ling Zhihong is already eighteen and has not yet awakened. Such a situation...

Knowing Wu Qing's doubts, Ling Zhihong quickly explained: "Master, my disciple has a talent for cultivation, but he has not awakened it because of poor health!"

He had tested it when he was young and found that his talent was pretty good. However, the cup of poisonous tea that the traitor used to harm Mr. Ling was accidentally drunk by him, damaging the foundation of his body.

For this reason, Mr. Ling felt guilty, distressed, and even doted on him. In order to take good care of his body, he searched everywhere for spiritual herbs, spiritual fruits, and elixirs. Unfortunately, he still couldn't find a cure, and his body was always very weak. Probably for this reason, his talent has never been awakened.

Wu Qing nodded, but the delay in awakening his talent was not necessarily because he had no talent. As far as she knows, the talents of the two rare elements of darkness and light will not awaken as early as the other five elements.

In fact, 80% of the light and dark magicians only become active in youth or even middle age. It is also true that many people with dark or light talents are treated as waste, abandoned, or even unable to protect themselves. Died halfway. This is one of the reasons why the two series of light and dark are rare.

Of course, Wu Qing is an exception. Not only did he not delay reaching adulthood, he also awakened early at the age of three. Monsters, of course, cannot be treated according to ordinary rules.

So, will this be the case for Ling Zhihong?

"Master?" Seeing Wu Qing not speaking for a long time, Ling Zhihong tentatively called out, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Eat this." Suddenly, a pill appeared in Wu Qing's hand and said to Ling Zhihong.

"Master?" Smelling the aroma of medicine that filled the room, Ling Zhihong's mind was a little confused, "This...is this for me?"

Although he wanders around all day and has no skills, because of his body, he has eaten a lot of elixirs and spiritual fruits, and he is very familiar with these things. You can roughly tell something from this rich fragrance. At least, the elixir Mr. Ling gave him was definitely not of such a grade.

"Master!" Ling Zhihong took the elixir, and suddenly his eyes became moist. Advanced elixirs are not just a simple concentration of various precious spiritual fruits and herbs, they require careful refining by doctors.

However, there were very few senior pharmacists just like the sound masters, and almost all of them were arrogant guys. Over the years, even with Mr. Ling's power, he has not been able to find one.

He didn't know where Wu Qing got the pill, but the fact that she could give it to him was enough to prove that Wu Qing was interested in him. How could he be such a bastard that day, helping that idiot Wan Rousha scold Wu Qing?

"Don't look at me stupidly, what you want to take is the pill." Wu Qing couldn't help but throw it out after seeing Ling Erhuo's moved eyes that made his skin crawl all over his body.

In fact, she is not a doctor herself. She is only interested in killing people instead of saving people, but that doesn't mean that she has to travel around the world for a pill like others.

There are many strange flowers blooming in the Moyan Pavilion, and some of them are doctors at the Silver Frost level or even the Rosewood level. As soon as they saw the collection of medicinal materials in the Moyan Pavilion, they vowed not to move anywhere in their lives. They would be buried here when they died, and their ashes would be buried here. Together with their precious medicinal herbs...

There are abundant medicinal materials, and there are doctors on duty. The elixirs that are worth thousands of gold outside are like jelly beans in Mo Yan Pavilion. The tribesmen have also benefited a lot from their cultivation.

Ling Zhihong raised his head, held back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes, and opened his mouth to swallow the elixir. Feeling the gentleness lingering in his limbs, he said: "Thank you, master!"

Wu Qing looked Ling Zhihong up and down, thought for a moment, and slightly opened his red lips: "You idiot, do you really want to become stronger?"

"Yes! The disciple must be like the master!" Ling Zhihong's eyes lit up after sweeping away his previous emotions. He still vividly remembers the fight between Wu Qing and Mr. Ling that day, so fierce, so cold, and so handsome!

He also heard that his master was also a Yin Shuang Royal Music Master, who showed off his talent at the annual meeting! It's a pity that he didn't have the qualifications to attend the annual meeting and didn't get to see his master's grace!

Ranked at the top of Beijing's dandies, the prince is romantic, but in the midst of talking and laughing, the oars and oars are turned into ashes, and he is hidden deep inside. What a wind!