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

"Huh? What do you want me to do?" Wu Qing tilted her head and asked. As she moved, a few strands of black hair brushed past her cheeks and slid down, swirling on the ground and soaking in the traces of wine on the ground. middle.

His thoughts suddenly awakened, and Fu Zhaoli looked at Wu Qing with a complicated expression. So similar, so similar! Unrestrained in the world when she is awake, and unabated when drunk, not only in appearance, but also in every aura, every gesture, and every temperament exuding from her bones, they are exactly the same as hers! Even though he knew very well that this Wuqing was not that Wuqing, he still couldn't help but lose consciousness every time he touched this flawless face.

"What is your relationship with...Wu Qing?" Fu Zhaoli couldn't help but asked. Only after the words came out of his mouth did he realize that the words were inappropriate. But when he saw Wu Qing, who was so drunk that he didn't hear what he said clearly, Fu Zhaoli breathed a sigh of relief, but the speculations in his heart grew like weeds.

He is also a red sandalwood music master, and he is also a dark magician. Perhaps others would not think of him as the master of the Moyan Pavilion, but how could Fu Zhaoli, who has Wu Qing in his heart every day, not have any thoughts?

There are too many similarities between Prince Qing and the master of Moyan Pavilion, which can no longer be explained by coincidence. Even if Prince Qing and the master of Moyan Pavilion are not the same person, there will still be an inevitable connection between them!

"This is me! Wu Qing!" He burped, and the drunk man rolled his eyes.

"Wu Qing, Wu Qing, how on earth do you want to see me?" He couldn't help but caressed Wu Qing's face, his expression was sad, and there was no trace of the majesty of an emperor. Looking across this face, nostalgia and desolation flooded over him.

"Huh? Pull your paw away..." Unsatisfied with the touch on his cheek, Wu Qing took advantage of the wine to go crazy. She slapped Fu Zhaoli's hand away with one paw. As she muttered, the alcohol completely swallowed up her thoughts and body. As soon as he tilted, he fell to the other side, drunk and unconscious.

Fu Zhaoli looked at Wu Qing who was drunk and heartless, and a sudden thought flew through his mind. His eyes flickered, and Fu Zhaoli clenched and unclenched his fists.

After a moment of fighting between heaven and man, Fu Zhaoli finally looked stern and made a determined gesture toward the void: "Take Prince Qing away for me, and don't hurt her in the slightest!"

Before he finished speaking, two men in black appeared out of thin air and bent down to pick up the unconscious Wu Qing. They were the secret guards beside the emperor, following Fu Zhaoli closely, protecting his safety at all times and waiting for orders.

"Wait." Fu Zhaoli spoke again, his eyes flickering and hesitant. The idea of ​​taking away Prince Qing was just a whim. If she and Wu Qing were really related and Prince Qing disappeared, would Wu Qing come to look for him? Even if she doesn't come, would it be a great comfort to have someone so similar to her by her side?

Fu Zhaoli knew that doing so might create a bigger rift between him and Wu Qing, and the small friendship between him and Prince Qing would also be completely shattered, but even if it was doomed, he still couldn't control it. Own.

"Take it away." Closing his eyes, Fu Zhaoli convinced himself to be firm and determined.

The two secret guards picked up Wu Qing again, turned around and disappeared into the room silently. However, at this moment, a clear voice sounded at the door: "Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

The dark blue robe stood gracefully, and the jade-like face was flawless. Huang Yin stood at the door, watching Fu Zhaoli's actions, his smile seemed to be like a dark bamboo that had been deposited for thousands of years, and it was boundless.

Fu Zhaoli's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to look at Huang Yin. His expression suddenly turned gloomy, and he said in a deep voice, "It seems that the Imperial Master should not interfere with what I am doing."

Although he said this, Fu Zhaoli's heart sank again and again. He was completely unaware of Huang Yin's appearance. Although he had known for a long time that this person was unfathomable, he was frightened every time.

Huang Yin's eyes fell on Wu Qing, whose cheeks were flushed with wine and he was unaware. His eyes darkened, and then he smiled at Fu Zhaoli: "Your Majesty, it seems inappropriate to use one person's selfishness to take advantage of others. Is it okay?"

Selfishness!

Even though Huang Yin's aura was gentle, these few words were as sharp as a sword piercing the heart!

Fu Zhaoli's face turned pale, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

However, just now Huang Yin said... Taking advantage of others? !

"You and Prince Qing..." Fu Zhaoli choked up mid-sentence and was too embarrassed to finish the second half of the sentence.

"Even if Long Yang is good, what's the problem?" Huang Yin continued the conversation leisurely, completely distorting the relationship between him and Wu Qing.

on purpose! Huang Yin definitely did it on purpose! Ever since he knew that Wu Qing was the master of Mo Yan Pavilion, he had investigated the matter between her and Fu Zhaoli. In fact, to put it bluntly, it’s nothing, it’s just the history of blood and tears of the young emperor of the Fuying Dynasty who was bullied by monsters...

Seven-year-old Fu Zhaoli was at the most innocent time in his life, at the beginning of his life, at the critical moment when he was preparing to look forward to the future. An accident, as if God was joking, made him meet Wu Qing, who was not at all. A simple evildoer who brought disaster to the world, his life path took a 720-degree turn from then on.

Wu Qing often slanders the members of Moyan Pavilion as cheaters, but in fact she herself is the real cheater. A good-looking baby boy, in her hands, was nurtured into an emperor who looked majestic on the surface, but was actually a noble son with some evil views. When facing Wu Qing, he became a simple, honest, hard-working and uncomplaining baby.

Well, this is how Fu Zhaoli's awkward and entangled character came about.

Beyond that, the relationship between Wu Qing and Fu Zhaoli couldn't be more pure. What's more, Fu Zhaoli doesn't even know that Prince Qing is the monster Wu Qing. Like everyone else, he doesn't even know Wu Qing's gender.

But even so. Huang Yin still took precautions before it happened. Not only did he deceive Fu Zhaoli Wuqing into thinking that she was a boy, he also told her that she was a man with broken sleeves, so as to prevent the little evildoer from attracting bees and butterflies to him again!

"Broken...broken sleeves?" Fu Zhaoli was stunned, his eyes widened and his expression froze, unable to react.

"Xiao Qing'er was born a man, and even I can't change it." Huang Yin sighed helplessly. Taking advantage of Fu Zhaoli's astonishment, he took Wu Qing from the secret guard's hand and caressed her. Pushing her hair away from her forehead, she said affectionately, "Besides, Xiao Qing'er and I have already reached the point of sleeping together. Your Majesty will not embarrass me, right?"

Just chatting under the quilt is also sleeping in the same bed. He did not lie.

If that was a bomb just now, then it's a thunder now! Fu Zhaoli's handsome face, which was stunned and overwhelmed, did not return to normal for a long time, and finally there were almost signs of cracks.