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

In the room, Wu tilted her arms backwards, and the wrinkled underwear rubbed against her cold jade-like arms and fell to the floor. The red color bloomed on the floor in a gorgeous and enchanting way.

With half-squinted hazy red eyes, she turned her head slightly and looked in the direction of the door. Three thousand green hairs were leaning like water, and her voice had a different kind of hoarseness after she just woke up: "Wait outside."

"Yes." The young man responded respectfully. He did not need to serve Wu Qing personally. The master never seemed to like the approach of others. She only needed someone to prepare three meals a day for her. It was precisely because of this that Feng Lianmo sent him here instead of specially selecting a personal maid.

"Sir, the first elder and the second elder of the Refining Hall are waiting in the middle hall. I wonder what you mean..." Remembering the business, the boy asked again. Not long ago, another person came to the Refining Hall. This time they are no longer apprentices, but elders, the two highest-ranking elders in the weapon refining hall.

"Let them wait." Without any hesitation, lazy words blurted out from Wu Qing's lips. It seemed that the visitor was just a cat or a dog on the roadside, rather than a high-ranking figure in the Feng Family Artifact Refining Hall.

"Yes." The young man bowed, not surprised at all by the attitude of the person he served. Wu Qing has lived in the Feng family for more than half a month. He has never seen this person be respectful or afraid of anyone. Except for the female relatives of the Feng family, she seems to have the same attitude towards everyone.

After changing her clothes and putting on her girdle, Wu Qing rubbed her temples, which were a little painful after a hangover, and was about to walk out of the room. Then she thought of something. She turned back to the bed, bent down and took out a towel from under the pillow. A small note.

That was the information sent by Moyan Pavilion last night. She had already contacted Moyan Pavilion as early as the third day after being kidnapped to the Feng family. Otherwise, those cheaters in Moyan Pavilion and Mei Yange would never have been so calm after her disappearance, let alone the unprecedented silence and no response after the news of the marriage spread from the Feng family.

Thinking of that group of people, Wu Qing felt a headache and rubbed the center of his brows. Dai Yan and Mei Yange could be said to be the scourge of her family...

If one day Huang Yin is called so-and-so's fiancé, and this so-and-so is not named Mei or Mei Wuqing, then she will definitely bloodbath that family and chop Huang Yin into pieces. Now the other way around...

Covering his face with a slap, Wu Qing groaned in pain. She felt that she was going to be doomed. As the party who was in the wrong, how could she confidently get her back?

"Pavilion Master?" Hearing the slight sound inside, the waiter asked cautiously, "Do you need sobering tea?" In fact, he thought it was a miracle that Wuqing could wake up today. Those jars of wine It is the seven-day drunkenness that the great elder hid under the old tree. One cup of drunkenness for seven days. What kind of amazing physical structure does this person in the room have to wake up today.

"No need." After coming back to his senses, Wu Qing decided to think about what to do when death was imminent. Glancing at the note again, she flicked it casually, and the note floated out quietly from her fingertips. The moment it was about to land, sporadic firelight jumped from the edge of the note.

Wu Qing dusted his fingertips, flicked his sleeves, and walked out of the room leisurely.

In the room, the demonic fire slowly engulfed the note. In the light of the fire, a few beautiful small words could be vaguely seen - the Feng family's tribute weapon was damaged.

After leisurely brushing his teeth and washing his face, and slowly tasting the dishes delivered to him at noon by the Refining Hall, Wu Qing slowly walked towards the central hall of his courtyard while humming a little tune.

The setting sun sank into the abyss, the last trace of skylight disappeared, and the entire Feng family mansion was engulfed in light. In the courtyard of Wu Qing's courtyard, the dark branches and leaves drive away the moonlight, casting an elongated figure on the ground, and the tranquility is dyed with an eerie color.

In the middle hall, the First Elder and Second Elder of the Refining Hall were sitting on both sides of the tea table. The white smoke coming out of the white porcelain tea cup on the table was extremely light and long.

The chief elder of the Weapon Refining Hall is the old man in gray that Wu Qing has met, Mo Han. The second elder was a lean old man. He was stroking his specially grown beard. Under his long eyebrows that were too long and drooping like hair, his old but not cloudy eyes kept looking at the door.

"Hey, good evening, you two." A low voice broke the silence in the middle hall. The hem of red clothes turned over the threshold, and a flamboyant crimson man strode in while shaking a blood-striped ink fan.

"I'm busy with worldly affairs, so I'm sorry to have kept you two waiting for so long." Wuqing lifted up his clothes and sat opposite the two elders. That's what she said, but where is the word guilt written on her face? What was flowing in the phoenix eyes of the proud young man was clearly a wanton smile.

Sleeping, drinking, these are all called common things.

The second elder's eyelids twitched. He looked at Wu Qing carefully. He seemed to have thought of something. His eyebrows were raised high, and the hanging part fluttered beside his cheek. He opened his mouth to ask something, but Mo Han stopped him with his eyes, and then he closed his mouth reluctantly.

Having dealt with Wu Qing once, I knew what kind of character this monster in front of me was, who was always smiling. Mo Han was much calmer. "The Pavilion Master is a smart man. He should know the purpose of our visit today." Without rambling or going around in circles, Mo Han went straight to the point.

"What's your purpose?" Wu Qing raised one leg and put it on the other. She picked up the teacup the boy had prepared for her and put it under her nose, sniffing it. Then she took a sip and put it down with disgust, " Old man Mo, are you talking about the wine you gave me last night? That seven-day drunkenness is really good!"

The boy who was waiting for the demolition outside the central hall trembled when he heard this and almost fell down the steps. The wine that the great elder gave to the "future mistress" yesterday?

deliver? !

The entire Feng family knew that the eldest elder immediately ordered all the servants to catch the person who stole the wine last night after seeing the mound of soil that was dug up under the old tree in the weapon refining hall.

The elders of the Refining Hall have a very high status in the Feng family. Even if the elder does not fight for power, there are still many people who can be dispatched by him. Hundreds of servants gathered in front of the Sword Tomb of the Refining Hall, and the torches held by each person almost lit up the night sky.

After the servants understood why the master of the weapon refining hall had summoned them on a large scale for the first time, before these errand runners could disperse to catch the "murderer", a boy standing in the front row silently raised his He turned his head and whispered something to Mohan's personal servant. Then the personal servant came back to Mohan and whispered a few words to him. The gathering dispersed like a drama.

It is said that the boy said sixteen words - the future mistress passed by the old tree an hour ago.

The boy raised the cloth in his hand and touched the non-existent sweat. When he realized that what he was holding was a kitchen rag, his face immediately turned green.

Old man Mo Han's eyelids twitched fiercely a few times when he didn't open any pot, and even for a moment, Wu Qing seemed to have seen his ferocious expression. But in the blink of an eye, Mo Han returned to his old calm face.

Seven days of drunkenness, the thousand-year-old wine passed down from generation to generation in the Mo family that no one wanted to drink. In this generation, as he joined the Feng family, he became the elder of the weapon refining hall and has been sleeping underground ever since.

"Old man Mo, the fine wines you collect are not ordinary goods! I don't see that you are pretending to be a good person and you also like this sip." When talking about wine, Wuqing's eyes, which were still stained with sleepiness, suddenly became brighter. Bright. Not to mention that she had forgotten that the old wine she had brought out from the wine cellar for more than half a month seemed to be from the small cellar under Mohan's name.

Realizing this, Wu Qing suddenly felt relieved. No wonder Old Man Mo was so calm after knowing that Qi Ri was drunk in her stomach. It turned out that he was used to losing wine.

Mohan's eyelids trembled again, and the veins in his hands holding the armrests of the chair were exposed under his wide sleeves.

Seeing that Wu Qing, the calmest person in the refining hall, was about to go berserk if he continued speaking, the second elder quickly came out to save the situation: "Mistress..." "Call the Pavilion Master!" "... Pavilion Master, come here today, I and I will "Hanzhi is for sacrificing the sword." Hanzhi is the name of old man Mo Han.

Wu Qing's interest was aroused by the wine. Her smile turned and suddenly became playful: "Oh, it turns out you were talking about the sword sacrifice."

For some reason, the second elder had a bad feeling in his heart when he saw the smile on Wu Qing's charming face, but he still replied: "Exactly."

"Did you fail? You didn't succeed even once a whole day?" The arc of Wu Qing's lips widened.

"That's right! May I ask what the reason is?" The question that the second elder wanted to ask the moment Wu Qing stepped into the hall was finally asked, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"After the failure, will you continue to let your students bleed and prepare to test the odds?" Without any intention of answering the question, Wu Qing asked another question, paused, and added leisurely, "It's a pity that the blind cat didn't encounter the dead mouse."

"Yes, that's right!" The second elder answered eagerly and without reservation. As soon as he finished speaking, he was glared at by Mo Han. This was originally a matter inside the weapon refining hall, but now the shame was thrown outside the weapon refining hall.

"Actually, you guys tried it yourself last night, but it didn't work, right?" He held the lid of the teacup with two fingers and gently scratched the rim of the teacup while Wu Qing continued to ask a question.

The second elder stopped talking now and suppressed his blush. Mo Han gave him a look that said he shouldn't have brought him here today.

"A bunch of idiots!" Wu Qing made a movement in his hand and threw the tea cup back on the table. A loud bang made the second elder suddenly come back to his senses.

Realizing what Wu Qing was saying, the second elder was furious. What was this? !

"Don't stare at me. No matter how much you stare at me, you and your students will never get back the blood they have spilled." Wu Qing rolled his eyes. "If you don't succeed, won't you send someone to find me?" You can even do things like bleeding blood all the time to try your luck!