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

She had seen and experienced this kind of thing with her own eyes, so she learned to be indifferent. Anyway, for her, feelings are of little use.

My heart is cold, no matter how painful the wound is, I will lose consciousness. So what if we get along day and night for ten years? Once betrayed, it would be a permanent separation. There was no need for her to trouble herself with some trivial and unworthy feelings.

"Tea is spent, the flowers are lost, life is like a dream, a lifetime of contempt for the world, life and death can only last a moment, and killing has become a tragedy. Suddenly my heart is broken, how can I be cruel or not?" He suddenly picked up a pot of wine, and the sweet and scorching drink was The wine poured into Wu Qing's throat. She was drunk but not her heart. The lingering aroma blurred her vision. She suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled.

She can smile freely and ask the sky for wine, or she can hold a sword coldly and overturn the world, but who can understand the desolation after all the prosperity?

She never cares about anything. Whether it's desolate or sad, it doesn't matter!

The sloping wine submerged into the bed, smearing out patches of deep wind and frost. The eyes of the people on the bed were filled with sarcasm, but they didn't know who they were laughing at.

Huang Yin moved her lips, but she couldn't say a word, and there was a dull pain in her heart.

At the funeral, she was pure white and enchanting, destroying the lives of thousands of people in the blink of an eye. She smiled coldly; at the auction, her robes were rolled up, and the demonic fire was like a rainbow shining through the sun. She was so rampant with a flick of her sleeves; in the grove , weeping and bleeding, but her unrivaled beauty makes people dare not face it. She once put her life and death at risk...

She was so carefree and wanton that she didn't even care about her own life. How could she care about cruelty?

However, the more this happens, the more distressing Wu Qing becomes.

"Trouble, you can get out of here." He threw the wine jar on the ground with his hand, and the broken tiles and wine splashed everywhere. Wu Qing's pure and hoarse voice was the same as usual, but there was no emotion or anger in it.

Closing his eyes, Wu Qing reached out and rubbed his temples. She might really be drunk, countless thoughts were rushing in her mind in confusion, and her heart was inexplicably irritable.

However, as soon as the words were spoken, what was waiting for him was not the sound of the door closing, and the bed beneath him sinking. Inadvertently, Huang Yin's bottomless eyes broke into her sight.

"If you don't leave, do you want to stay here and sleep with me?" Staring at Huang Yin, who obviously had no intention of leaving, Wu Qing's tone was still frivolous, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"If you want to accompany Xiao Qing'er, that's not a bad idea." Taking Wu Qing into his arms and suppressing her slight struggle, Huang Yin smiled lightly and stroked her hair with the utmost gentleness.

Huang Yin's movements were as gentle and gentle as ever, but he couldn't break free. Wu Qing had no intention of breaking free, and the warm and pleasant body temperature and the faint green bamboo energy just soothed the inexplicable irritability in her heart, so she no longer resisted.

Anyway, many things no longer matter.

The room suddenly became quiet, except for the scent of wine. The wine brewed by Lan Yan was very strong, and coupled with Huang Yin's caressing her, Wu Qing's mind became hazy.

In the early morning of the next day, the sandalwood-carved carriage slowly came out of Prince Qing's palace. The flying purple gilt gauze curtains showed the grace and grandeur, but it also showed the high profile and publicity of Prince Qing.

No matter how reluctant Wu Qing was to see Huang Yin off, she had to give face to the old emperor before putting it on the table. So Wu Qing was pulled up from the bed by Dai Meiren so early in the morning, and he set out to the city gate with a sleepy look.

The collar was loose, Wu Qing leaned against the comfortable carriage with half-squinted eyes, while enjoying Dai Meiren's shoulder and back massage, his red lips slightly opened, and he slowly swallowed the breakfast that Lan Yan brought to his mouth.

The abnormal desolation and vicissitudes of yesterday had disappeared. At the end of the night, when the strange-colored eyes opened again, she was still the heartless and romantic king.

It was still early in the morning, and the city gate was far away from the center of the imperial capital, so there were not many people coming and going, and it could even be said to be a bit deserted. Several carriages were parked between the city gates, and a few servants were vaguely seen busy beside the carriages.

The number of people in the envoy group this time was not large. To be precise, only Huang Yin and Fu Zhaoli were really effective. Therefore, the return team was not large. The coachman was ready, waiting for his master's order to set off.

Wu Qing, who had come to see her off with the old emperor's instructions, was nestled in the warm couch of the carriage. She had just finished breakfast in the carriage. She was holding a purple hand warmer in her left hand, yawning in her right hand, and looking at Fu with her crystal-clear eyes amusingly. Zhao Li sat in the carriage.

Ever since his attempt to kidnap her failed yesterday, Fu Zhaoli didn't dare to see her. Even when he said goodbye, he just said hello, and he got into the carriage with an uncomfortable expression.

No matter how majestic and calm Fu Zhaoli was in front of his courtiers, in fact, he was still as honest as ever in his heart over the years, especially when facing her. Look, she did something wrong, even if she pretended not to notice it at all, the child started to feel awkward...

However, if Wu Qing knew that Fu Zhaoli was hiding from her and that Huang Yin's "cut sleeves" remark was the result, I don't know if she would still laugh.

Putting this aside, regarding what happened yesterday, Wu Qing can guarantee that even if Huang Yin did not come out to stop her in the end, Fu Zhaoli would not really take her back to Fu Ying. Before leaving Meidu, this baby girl was already worried about sending her back. It was because of this understanding of Fu Zhaoli that Wu Qing dared to pretend to be drunk and let him do what he wanted.

It's just a pity that such a cute guy ended up on separate paths.

In addition to Wu Qing, several elders from the court were also ordered to see him off. Several gray-haired old men stood neatly beside Wuqing's carriage, their faces solemn, and they still made a respectful gesture, which gave the shadow messenger enough face.

"Master Li, have a safe journey, Master Imperial Master. I will not send you far away!" Wu Qing was not as serious as the ministers. He held a white jade wine glass in his mouth and raised his hand to the envoys, and that was the end of the matter.

"Your Majesty, you're welcome. See you later." A muffled voice came from Fu Zhaoli's carriage. It was obvious that the boy had not recovered from yesterday's shock.

Huang Yin, on the other hand, was much thicker-skinned. He walked to Wu Qing's carriage in front of several senior members of the court without any hesitation.

The incident between Wu Qing and Huang Yin had already been made known to everyone in the court by the old man and the old emperor. When they saw Huang Yin approaching, all the courtiers standing behind Wu Qing's carriage turned away consciously and lowered their heads in silence. , don’t look at anything inappropriate, don’t look at anything inappropriate…

If you bother me to hook up with a beautiful woman, you will be struck by thunder from heaven!

Very satisfied with the actions of his ministers, Huang Yin gently opened the semi-transparent carriage door curtain, leaned close to Wu Qing's face, and whispered: "Xiao Qing'er, I'm going to leave, you have to take good care of yourself. "