The most romantic little emperor

"Lady, my name is Liang Hongyu. May I ask your name?" Liang Hongyu bowed slightly, her smile like a spring breeze, with a hint of the unrestrained and boldness of a man of the world.

A trace of scrutiny flashed across the eyes of the woman in white. Then, her gaze was as calm as the surface of a lake. She looked at Liang Hongyu and smiled softly, "Liang Hongyu? Are you the chivalrous woman, Liang Hongyu?"

Liang Hongyu nodded slightly and said modestly, "It's me."

"Well, you may have heard of my name, too."

The woman in white smiled lightly, with a hint of pride in her voice, "Ping Wuying."

Before she finished her words, she had already sheathed her sword. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, showing the heroic demeanor of a female hero in the martial arts world.

"Ping Wuying from Yueying Pavilion?"

Liang Hongyu's eyes flashed with surprise, and her voice was filled with admiration. "I wonder why Pavilion Master Ping came to Beijing this time?"

Ping Wuying shook her head gently, her eyes as deep as autumn water, and her tone was indifferent: "Miss Hongyu, I'm sorry that I can't reveal the purpose of this trip. I still have important things to do, and I hope we will meet again."

After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave, sword in hand.

Seeing this, Qin Hao's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and his figure flashed like the wind, blocking Ping Wuying in an instant.

His face was filled with a gentle smile. "Miss Ping, I admire your swordsmanship very much, and I admire your chivalrous spirit even more. Would you be so kind as to share a cup of tea with us and have a chat?"

Ping Wuying was born with an indifferent temperament. At this moment, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her voice was cold: "No need."

Qin Hao didn't seem to be affected by her indifference. He spoke again, "From your accent, it seems that you are not from Beijing. What important business do you have to attend to in Beijing this time?"

"If the lady doesn't mind, I might be able to do my best to help her."

If someone shows too much kindness for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief. Ping Wuying knows this truth very well.

Originally, I still had a slight favorable impression of Qin Hao, but when I heard him asking so "enthusiastically", that favorable impression instantly disappeared.

Ping Wuying walked around Qin Hao, her steps light but firm. She spoke calmly, without a trace of emotion in her voice: "Murder."

Qin Hao paused slightly when he heard this, then turned around and looked at her.

Ping Wuying's profile looked beautiful and indifferent in the afterglow of the setting sun, and her eyes seemed to hide an endless abyss.

Qin Hao chuckled, as if trying to ease the tense atmosphere: "Who to kill? If you trust me, Hongyu and I can help you."

Ping Wuying just looked back at him coldly, her eyes full of disdain and contempt, as if she was looking at a clown.

However, Qin Hao didn't care at all, and he was like a dog-skin plaster, following him everywhere.

A Yue and Liang Hongyu smiled at each other, guessing that His Majesty's old habit of being unable to walk when seeing a beautiful woman might have come back again.

Ping Wuying turned around, and the profile of her face was like a carefully carved jade, cold and beautiful.

There was a hint of contempt in her eyes, and she said lightly: "Killing Dog Emperor, do you want to help me enter the palace?"

As soon as these words came out, Luo Yang and the others were shocked and their faces changed drastically. They almost blurted out and rebuked this arrogant woman.

However, Qin Hao signaled with his eyes that they should remain silent and not act rashly so as not to expose their identities.

Qin Hao smiled slightly, with a hint of amusement in his smile: "Oh? What Miss Ping is going to do is really exciting."

"I wonder why the young lady came to the capital city specifically to assassinate the emperor?"

Ping Wuying originally wanted to make this guy give up, but she didn't expect that this guy was so thick-skinned and still refused to give up.

Her foxy face was cold as frost, but her voice was light as catkins, with a hint of sarcasm: "The dog emperor is cruel and ruthless, bloodthirsty, and causes the people to suffer. Aren't these reasons enough?"

Qin Hao shook his head helplessly in his heart, marveling at it.

This woman from Yueying Pavilion is not only beautiful, but also a good fighter. It's a pity that she has big breasts and no brains, and doesn't understand the twists and turns and complexities of the world.

She was only thinking about assassinating herself, but never thought about the difficulty and danger involved.

Qin Hao spoke slowly, with a hint of joking in his tone: "Your reasons are sufficient, but don't blame me for pouring cold water on you."

"The palace is heavily guarded, like a solid wall of iron. Even if you are a skilled martial artist, you may not be able to get close to the emperor."

"Besides, there are so many experts in the palace. Even if you succeed in the assassination, do you think you can walk out of the palace alive?"

Ping Wuying raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of disdain in her eyes: "This matter has nothing to do with you."

"Don't follow me again, or don't blame me for being rude." Her voice was cold as ice, without a trace of emotion.

After saying that, she walked away without giving Qin Hao any face at all, even though he seemed to be of high status.

Qin Hao looked at her back, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Tsk tsk, what a stubborn little horse!

Suddenly, he became more and more interested in this woman, and an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart, as if something was tightly pulling his heartstrings.

He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Miss Ping, I am willing to help you with what you want to do!"

"Not to mention the Imperial Palace, I can even let you into the Taiji Palace and fully support you in assassinating the current emperor."

As soon as the words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

An indescribable look appeared on the faces of Luo Yang and others. They looked at each other, and looked at Qin Hao with eyes full of confusion and doubt.

"Killing himself?" They couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, what kind of drama is His Majesty going to stage?

Only Old Feng had a bitter smile on his face. He watched Qin Hao grow up and knew Qin Hao's temper very well. He knew that this young emperor was most likely in love with this extraordinary woman.

A Yue and Liang Hongyu exchanged a subtle glance, and they quickly came together, whispering about how to help Qin Hao win the heart of this beautiful woman.

Ping Wuying raised her willow-shaped eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised, and even a little bit unable to believe what he said.

"Why are you helping me?" She stared at Qin Hao, with a hint of vigilance in her voice.

Qin Hao smiled broadly, as if he had anticipated her doubts: "Didn't I just say that? I just want to sit down with you and have a good chat."

Ping Wuying's expression instantly turned cold, and he warned with a displeased look: "I'm warning you, don't tease me. Otherwise, your fate will be even more miserable than that guy just now!"

"What I said is true!"

Qin Hao didn't care. He stopped smiling and said seriously, "You just mentioned that you wanted me to help you enter the palace, and I gladly accepted it. But you, the fairy, don't believe it."