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

"Except for the three of us and Moyan Pavilion, there is really no one else." Mulan Yu, who didn't know the reason, was stared at so hard that his scalp numbed, and he flattened his mouth in anger, "Master, you can't distrust your disciple. I can’t deceive anyone but you, master!”

Hearing this answer, Wu Qing was a little disappointed. Only Mulan Yu, Mei Yange and Liu Que Baobao didn't come up? However, she should be satisfied, at least, she still has three old friends.

After teasing his little apprentice again, Wu Qing separated from him after not staying in the side hall for long. Her young disciples are now all great elders, how can they compare with a great idler like her? If she interferes with this brat's work, she will, well, she should feel guilty, right?

After leaving the side hall, Wu Qing walked directly out of Changkong Academy through another road, without passing by the hall where the reception banquet was held. Perhaps because of her guilty conscience, the naughty children who were eavesdropping on the corner did not come over halfway to accuse her, so she returned to the Moyan Pavilion headquarters without any hindrance.

Because of the tomb, the first place Wu Qing set foot in the God Realm was the south corner, but the place where Moyan Pavilion settled down was the east corner. This place is considered the home of Moyan Pavilion.

Dayu controlled floods and passed through his house three times without entering. Wu Qing didn't have that kind of great sentiment. How could he not return to his hometown when he arrived in Dongyu? Long before the reception, she had already gone back to the Moyan Pavilion headquarters for a walk, catching up with her old subordinates and teasing the newcomers who had just entered the God Realm.

During the time of the Divine World Academy Competition, she simply left the naughty children and went back to the headquarters. One of the reasons is that it is more convenient to handle affairs. More importantly, the room prepared for her by Moyan Pavilion is definitely better than that prepared by Changkong Academy!

He teased his subordinates all the way, and when he reached the residential area on the upper floors of Moyan Pavilion, the crowds dwindled, and Wu Qing finally calmed down.

The straight corridor looked a little quiet under the moonlight, and the sparse flowers and trees were outlined by the moonlight and frost, creating a few simple lines and shadows. Some of the rooms next to it have been plunged into darkness. I don't know if the owner has not returned or has already dreamed of Duke Zhou. In other rooms, the candlelight is flickering, and there are some power fluctuations in the room. It should be that the owner of the room is practicing. .

Arriving at the door at the end of the corridor, Wu Qing stopped, but did not push the door open in a hurry. The room was brightly lit, and the flickering candlelight could be seen through the paper windows. A figure was elongated by the candlelight and reflected on the window, showing endless softness in the light and shadow.

Apart from Huang Yin, who else could be in the room at this time and who noticed Wu Qing's aura but didn't rush out to greet him? Wu Qing wouldn't be able to go back in three or five days after coming to Dongyu, so how could Huang Yin not follow him?

A few ripples spread unconsciously on his lips, Wu Qingmo poked his fan and pushed the door open.

Next to the round wooden table, Huang Yin held the unfolded scroll in one hand and rested it casually on the wooden table with the other. The green hair all over his head was scattered in a very homely manner without any hair accessories. Even the green robe that remained unchanged all year round was just casually put on his body. The moisture emanating from the hair tips revealed that he had just washed his hair. The fact of taking a bath.

"Xiao Qing'er, you're back." Hearing the sound, Huang Yin turned her head, a smile spreading across her thin lips.

You are back, these simple words are full of warmth and tenderness, enough to melt anyone's heart. At this moment, Wu Qing felt that she was at a loss for meeting this person.

"What are you looking at?" Wu Qing grabbed a chair and sat down, reaching out to take the scroll in Huang Yin's hand.

Already aware of Wu Qing's intention, Huang Yin moved his hand slightly, allowing Wu Qing to catch it.

A suspicious snort came out of his nose, and Wu Qing glanced at Huang Yin strangely. When did this scourge hide something in front of her?

Huang Yin said nothing, and the arc that snaked out from his lips became meaningful.

Wuqing's curiosity was completely aroused now. She turned her eyes, leaned directly on Huang Yin's shoulder, and looked at the scroll.

The master of the pavilion was already prepared to be hidden, but unexpectedly, she leaned firmly against Huang Yin, and her eyes fell on the scroll without any error.

In the first second, the master of the pavilion was embarrassed.

The next second, the master of the pavilion blushed.

In the third second, the master of the pavilion coughed lightly, pretended to sit up straight as if nothing had happened, poured himself a cup of tea neatly, pretending to be serious while drinking, Quan Dang didn't see anything.

It's a pity that the Imperial Master, who had set a trap long ago, could let her go so easily?

"Xiao Qing'er, who is that person here?" Huang Yin put a hand on Wu Qing's waist, came over, and placed the scroll clearly in front of Wu Qing.

On the soft white paper, with the bamboo forest as the background, the young man is tall, with slender eyebrows and thin red lips.

The whole painting is just a few strokes, but the characters are already vividly depicted.

Whether the young man in the painting is charming or coquettish, or how amazing the painter is, these are not the key points. The key point is that the face of the young man above is almost the same as Wu Qing's.

Especially the pair of red and phoenix eyes, every stroke is just like the original Wu Qing!

However, this young man is indeed not Wu Qing. Even if he is wearing men's clothing, Wu Qing tends to be unrestrained and wanton, and he is worldly and sophisticated. The young man in the painting is a little frizzy and immature.

Who is the person in the painting?

Someone who looks so much like Wu Qing, but is not Wu Qing, who else could it be?

This must be Mr. Yanlou who came to Wuqing from his unborn soul state!

When she was in the human world, the facially paralyzed beauty Mu Yijue was "kidnapped" by the Mu family. Before Gong Tianque shamelessly dragged her to the rescue, Xiao Yanlou asked Wu Qing to paint a portrait for him.

Mr. Yanlou said that even if he is not yet born, he will let the world admire his handsome and unrestrained style in advance!

Moyan Pavilion moved to the God Realm. Of course, the four guardians would not miss Wu Qing's things. From the various aged wines she cherished to the pictures of beauties she had accumulated over the years, everything was moved to the God Realm.

Anyway, there is such a thing as storage space in the world, so carrying it is not difficult at all.

Now, Wu Qing had already drank some of the wine she had brought. Before she had time to look at those pictures of beauties, who knew that Huang Yin, who was idle in Moyan Pavilion, dug them out.

In fact, the original intention of the Master was to see if his little monster had painted him such a portrait, but when he couldn't find his own portrait, he found something even more surprising.

"Xiao Qing'er, who is the person in this painting?" Wu Qing twitched the corners of his mouth and did not answer. Huang Yin repeated it patiently.

Who is the person in the painting?

Your son!

At this time, it is already clear who the child’s father will be!

But Wu Qing felt awkward. The word son seemed a bit ambiguous at this time.

"Xiao Qing'er, who is the person on the painting?" Lowering his head to Wu Qing's ear, Huang Yin lowered his voice slightly. Qingyue's voice became deep and hoarse at this moment.

This is Chi Guoguo's teasing!

Wu Qing simply kept her mouth shut. Judging from the current relationship between the two, it was obviously not a rational decision for her to flirt back, and in the end she pushed herself into a pit.

Seeing Wu Qing like this, Huang Yin suddenly laughed. His elegant laughter was as calm as a piano, but also had a narrow-minded flavor.

Along the ears in his arms, his delicate kisses snaked all the way to the neck. At the same time, he did not forget to ask over and over again: "Xiao Qing'er, who is the person above?"

Already smelling some kind of danger signal, Wu Qian turned his head to dodge, and said angrily: "Don't you know? What are you asking me for?"

The son of the Creator Day God and Night God, the destined Lord God of Dawn and Dusk!

If he hadn't been born with godhead, how could Xiao Yanlou have gathered his soul before he was born, and how could he have come to find Wu Qing on his own?

Wu Qing already knew about this after recovering his memory, and Huang Yin also knew about it.

However, before seeing this portrait, he didn't know that the soul of the destined son had appeared and had been staying with Wu Qing for a long time.

The little monster who looks like him is so nice!

Putting the scroll into his storage space, Huang Yin took Wu Qing into his arms and whispered in her ear: "Xiao Qing'er, the Shadow Continent is still short of the Lord of Dawn and Dusk."

The orange lights danced quietly, and the two figures outlined by the lights gave off endless charm in the quiet night.

If Wu Ting couldn't detect the strong flirtatious flavor in this sentence, all her years of visiting brothels would have been in vain!

A certain nerve became tense, and Wu Qing quickly broke away from Huang Yin's arms, trying to escape at the slightest movement of his feet. The memory Huang Yin left for her was sweet. However, everything has two sides.

The Pavilion Master once believed that her physical strength was not inferior to anyone else, but in the past two months, her arrogant and narcissistic words have been ruthlessly added with a restrictive prefix - killing people in fights and pk. Above, her physical strength is not inferior to anyone!

Wu Qing was sure that if Huang Yin succeeded tonight, she would have to stand up hunched over tomorrow. This was the best outcome that could be expected.

However, how could the Imperial Master let the delicious food in his mouth slip away so easily?

Grabbing Wu Qing's wrist, Huang Yin pulled hard in the opposite direction, and the bright red color returned to his arms again.

Wu Qing was not a vegetarian either. She put the five fingers of her other hand together and slashed at the back of Huang Yin's neck.

Whether it can knock the opponent unconscious is one thing, as long as it can give her an opening to escape, it is enough.

However, Wu Qing's hand knife hadn't been lowered yet, and Huang Yin, who was hugging Wu Qing, was stunned. He didn't kiss or make any flirting moves. He was staring straight at his own hand. To be precise, he was staring at it. His hand strangled Wu Qing's wrist.

"Disaster, you... eh?!" Wu Qing was only halfway through his questioning words when Huang Yin's expression suddenly changed, he straightened her sitting posture and put her hands on the table.

Press the wrist with three fingers. This is a pulse-taking action.

Thin pulse fluctuations were transmitted from the fingertips to the sensing part of the brain. Huang Yin's pupils shrank, and the handsome face that was not stained by the dust of the world had an intense expression for the first time.