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

"I, the leader of the Thunder Gate Sect, are coming too!" Figures of people are flying from various cruise ships. In the first stage of the auction, you must win the arena battle before you are eligible to bid! This is the most attractive part of the auction and the most exciting part.

Money is nothing, an ordinary businessman can do it. Having money and strength is what gives people the most face. Everyone who successfully buys an auction item is proud of themselves and has more face than anyone else.

"Master Qing Pavilion, how did you come up with this trick?" Looking at the crowd of people flocking to him, Mei Yange had to shake her head and sigh in admiration for her unparalleled thoughts.

Receiving an invitation from Mo Yan Pavilion proves your status. Winning the arena proves your strength. Buying treasures at high prices proves your financial resources! How can this not make people's blood boil? The three items were combined to create this world-famous event!

"They are short of face, and I am short of money, it's as simple as that." Wu Qing spread his hands and said calmly, since face is so valuable, she would just sell it to them.

"How cruel!" Mei Yange gave a thumbs up, hitting the nail on the head! The psychology of these so-called famous families was thoroughly touched by Wu Qing, allowing her to play with them without even realizing it, and they were still complacent.

"In this competition, there are three winners." Zuo Shi took out a note from the box next to him and read.

The items of the competition in the arena are not limited to force, there are civil and martial arts, and the number of people who can be left in each game varies, and it is all determined by drawing lots.

Three people, after hearing this number, more than a dozen people in the ring immediately made a choice. They each formed a team with familiar people, and first eliminated other people and then started internal competition. After a while, the people in the ring started fighting.

The fight was going on in the ring, and the joy on Mei Yange’s boat was also endless.

"Are you the violent, murderous master of the Moyan Pavilion?" Mr. Ling had been staring at Wu Qing since she landed on the deck, and it was only then that he spoke.

The granddaughter was nowhere to be seen, but instead the master of the Moyan Pavilion came. How could he not know that his grandson was familiar with this rumored figure?

Wu Qing was startled, and then he remembered that only Mei Yange knew about her identity. However, Mr. Ling is as tough as ever, and he is not afraid of offending anyone with this greeting.

"That's my seat." Wu Qing replied in a deep voice, lifted up his clothes and sat down on the chair, his demeanor was swaying.

The old man leaned on the chair and remained silent. He looked at Wu Qing deeply for a moment with his tiger eyes. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and he asked, "What does the Pavilion Master look like?"

This question came out of the blue, and both Mei Yange and Wu Qing were stunned. They stared and couldn't react for a while. When did the old man become so... lustful? I've never seen him curious about someone's appearance before, let alone asking so directly.

"You still don't understand?" the old man asked more bluntly, "Wearing a mask, your face won't be a problem, right?"

Wu Qing and Mei Yange looked at each other in confusion. What did Mr. Ling have to do today? Every move he makes seems a bit weird.

"Grandpa, there is something wrong with her face. If she doesn't cover it, it will lead to crime." Mei Yange reacted first and said with a hearty smile. If Wu Qing hadn't been present today, the dignified general who ruled the country might have been in bad luck based on the old man's straightforward but easily hurtful words.

"What's wrong with you, does that mean the pavilion master is a beauty?" He raised his hand impatiently to Mei Yange. The old man's eyes were fixed on Wu Qing's mask, and there seemed to be a faint light flickering in it.

beauty? Choking on these two words, Mei Yange glanced at Wu Qing. She knew without guessing that this was something Mr. Ling had inherited from Wu Qing.

Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black!

"Why does the old general ask this?" For some reason, Wu Qing felt a little creepy when he saw the old man's bright and restrained eyes.

"She's a beauty!" The old man patted his knee and smiled. Regardless of whether it was the first time he met Wu Qing, he grabbed her arm familiarly and laughed, "Let's go! Come with me quickly. In Prince Qing’s Mansion, Girl Qing will be very happy to see the beauty!”

...The world is quiet.

Lan Yan, who was sending the dishes here, shook his hand and almost dropped the plate to the ground. Mei Yange had a mouthful of wine stuck in her throat and her face turned red from holding it in. Bei Yan, who was standing on the bow of the ship as a guard, tilted the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he sees a beauty, he rushes to send it to his granddaughter's palace. Wu Qing's flower name is also a big contribution to the old man!

"Old General, wait a minute." Wu Qing was neither crying nor laughing. She finally knew where the extra beautiful maids and servants in the palace came from.

"What are you waiting for? I have waited too long for my plan to conquer the country as a general!" Mr. Ling kept pulling Wu Qing, and he had the momentum to not stop until Wu Qing reached the palace.

A picture of a general who governs a country?

Wu Qing suddenly had a black line three thousand feet long, flowing down like a waterfall.

Ever since the old man knew that all the pictures of beauties hanging in the palace were painted by her, his eyes were gleaming, and he had exhausted all his words to praise her, and then eagerly stretched out his hand to ask her for a majestic picture. The general who controls the country comes to control the house!

Then, she rejected her with "I only paint beauties, not wrinkled old men"...

But how could the stubborn old man give up? Serving tea and water in front of her every day, laughing, being cute, and wielding a sword, she almost ended up crying, making trouble, and hanging herself. It's a pity that what he got was still "too ugly to draw!"

The old man is deflated again. The old man is unhappy, and the entire general's mansion is also unhappy. In order to be happy as soon as possible, everyone from the old man's two sons to the kitchen aunt collectively come up with suggestions for the old man.

So, the beauty trap came out, and one beauty was sent to the palace every day. As the saying goes, if someone is short-tongued and soft-handed, don't be afraid of being irreverent and soft-hearted.

Well, it turned out that Wu Qing had no idea who sent the money. Besides, who is the short-tongued person? The old man went to the palace every day to eat and drink.

"Old General, I..." Wuqing opened her mouth to reveal her identity because she was afraid of this old naughty boy. She had not told him about the Moyan Pavilion yet, but she had always forgotten it.

"Grandpa, Master Qing Pavilion is going to attend the auction. Don't delay me." The most important words were still swirling on the tip of his tongue, and Mei Yange intervened at the right time.

The old man was stunned for a moment and realized his abruptness. He smiled coquettishly, patted Wu Qing's shoulder boldly, and said harshly: "I was a little anxious, and I almost missed your business!"

Wu Qing tugged at the corner of her mouth, her shoulder! The old man's hands were too strong, and every time he came over to take a photo, he was tearing apart the muscles and bones.

In his eyes, which were narrowed due to pain, he happened to catch a glimpse of Mei Yange's smiling handsome face, and Wu Qing's eyes narrowed to a slit.