Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 226: Floating Ink Floating Ink (5 Rewards Plus k)

Zhao Wumian finally got on the carriage and returned to the capital because he had a good master who doted on him in every way.

It was late at night and the palace gates were closed. According to the rules, no one was qualified to enter the palace.

But to be frank, Zhao Wumian is the rule in the capital, and no one dares to stop him if he wants to enter the palace.

Su Qingqi did not follow him into the palace. Instead, she touched Zhao Wumian's lips, jumped off the carriage, and returned to the Su Mansion to find her mother.

Nearly half a month has passed since she left Beijing. Mrs. Su will return to Jiangnan soon to guard Su Zongru's tomb. The less time she sees her now... Su Qingqi also misses her mother.

Mu Lier still needed to find something extremely hard and yang to relieve the cold poison, so she did not go to the Sword Sect branch, but went to the Forbidden City with Zhao Wumian.

Luo Xiangzhu and Shen Xiangge were naturally by his side, but Shen Xiangge went to Kunning Palace to find the Queen Mother.

Hearing from the palace maid that Luo Chaoyan was still handling official business in Fu Mo Palace, she sent someone to inform Zhao Wumian who was waiting outside the harem.

Shen Xiangge was a little speechless. "With your relationship with His Majesty, you can go to the harem. Who of those harem guards dares to say a word?"

"How can such a matter of etiquette be treated as a joke? If I can enter and leave the harem as I please, will His Majesty still have a good reputation?"

"Tsk." Shen Xiangge curled her lips, raised her hand to tuck her hair, and went to the harem alone, "Then my lord, just wait. I'm going to look for my aunt."

Mu Lier glanced at Shen Xiangge's back, and then said softly: "If you are interested in Miss Shen, I can talk to the Queen Mother on your behalf and arrange a marriage for you two."

Zhao Wumian waved his hand, "How can there be an arranged marriage for a relationship like this? Just let it go. If I really like Miss Shen, I will marry her back home on my own."

Mu Lier smiled and expressed her approval of her apprentice's view on love.

Shen Xiangge had extraordinary five senses. Hearing this, he turned around and shouted to Zhao Wumian, "You keep saying the word 'like'. Can you be more subtle? Don't you understand that emotions should be expressed with courtesy?"

Zhao Wumian didn't answer, but just smiled at her.

Shen Xiangge also laughed. She bent down, picked up a small stone from the ground, and threw it at Zhao Wumian. Then, without even looking to see if she hit him, she lifted her skirt with both hands and trotted away.

Luo Xiangzhu was wearing a light blue skirt, with her hands folded neatly on her belly, looking at the palace wall in the distance with a little nostalgia.

When she was a child, she stayed in the palace for a period of time to cure her muteness. At that time, the King of Yan often took her around the palace and told her stories about the palace.

During the Hongtian years, Daddy and Mommy sat there, Mommy sang and Daddy drank...

Palace servants carried a sedan chair out of the harem corridor, and the leader was the courtesan Zhongli. She bowed to Zhao Wumian and said:
"The emperor said that the Marquis Weiming was exhausted from the long journey, so he ordered us to bring you to the palace on foot to save the Marquis some energy."

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly. Luo Chaoyan was always attentive to such small details.

After getting on the sedan chair, there were idle palace servants standing on both sides, walking along with him, holding lanterns, like a string of neatly arranged street lights.

In Fu Mo Palace, upon hearing that Zhao Wumian had returned, Luo Chaoyan immediately put down her official duties, sat in front of the dressing table, and tidied her hair.

She originally wanted to dress herself up to look more energetic, but after thinking about it, she raised her hand to pick up the gray makeup powder and smeared some on her fair eye circles. Then she deliberately coughed a few times, pretending to be "ill from overwork".

She nodded in satisfaction, and then she heard a palace maid’s voice coming from outside the palace, “Marquis Weiming wants to see you~”

"Xuan."

Luo Chaoyan sat back at the table and saw Zhao Wumian, dressed in white, walking in from outside the hall with his head held high. Although his appearance was no different from before he left the capital, Luo Chaoyan always felt that he seemed better looking.

No matter whether it is Luo Chaoyan, Su Qingqi, or the other women around Zhao Wumian, they are not superficial girls who only look at appearance. No matter how handsome their appearance is, it will not make them look at them with new eyes even a little bit... But having said that, Zhao Wumian is always special in their hearts.

The bad things are good in their eyes.

Good things, such as handsome looks, will make him even better and more handsome.

As soon as Zhao Wumian entered the Fumo Hall, he quickly came to the table and said to Luo Chaoyan proudly:
"I left the capital originally to pick up my master and senior sister, but I ended up killing the vice-chairman of Huanzhen Pavilion and capturing Wudamu's youngest son. Although I say it was a coincidence, you don't know how dangerous Changshan is. Fortunately, I was alert at the time..."

Zhao Wumian chattered to Luo Chaoyan about Changshan.

Luo Chaoyan did not put down the brush and file in her hand, but raised her eyes from time to time and looked at Zhao Wumian with a smile.

She didn't say a word, just like a helpless yet doting girlfriend watching her boyfriend being funny.

Then she was surprised to find that Zhao Wumian didn't even ask about her dark circles under her eyes, so she got angry again and turned to look behind Zhao Wumian.

When Luo Xiangzhu approached, she immediately stood up, walked quickly forward, and held Luo Xiangzhu's hand, "Cousin, it's been almost ten years since we last met, right?"

Luo Xiangzhu didn't have any complicated thoughts. She was genuinely happy to see her cousin whom she hadn't seen for a long time. She looked happy and held Luo Chaoyan's little hand.

Luo Chaoyan knew that she couldn't speak, so she didn't wait for her to reply, and said with a smile:
"I am almost bored to death in the palace. Since you are in the capital, please don't leave yet. Stay with me in the palace. I will take you to visit the capital at dawn. Tomorrow we will go to Bailu Square, the day after tomorrow we will go to Zizhu Street, and the day after tomorrow we will go to Hanmofang!"

"What are those places?" Zhao Wumian asked curiously, "I've never been there."

Luo Chaoyan rolled her eyes at him and ignored him.

It was not until Luo Xiangzhu raised his hand and stroked the corner of Luo Chaoyan's eyes, and then looked at her with concern, that Zhao Wumian realized that Luo Chaoyan was angry that he did not care about her health at the first time.

So Zhao Wumian felt happy again. Doesn’t this prove that Luo Chaoyan cares about him very much?

He smiled and said, "I've been away for ten days, and Your Majesty is so tired. It looks like he hasn't had a good night's sleep... But it's okay. Since I'm in the capital, I'll make sure Your Majesty has a good rest and doesn't have to worry about anything."

"Oh?" Luo Chaoyan looked up at Zhao Wumian and asked with a smile:
"There are dozens of foreign guests in the capital now, including Nanyue, Tiaozhi, Hedu, Chuanyue, Unahe, Pola, Tocharian, etc. I plan to hold a banquet for them in the palace at the end of the first lunar month. The seating arrangement alone represents their closeness to Dali. My Lord, can you arrange seats for them for me?"

"Hey, are those civil and military officials just here to eat and do nothing? You have to trouble Your Majesty with such a trivial matter." Zhao Wumian said to Luo Chaoyan in a serious tone:
"Tomorrow I will go to the morning court and scold all the ministers. If anyone dares to say no, I will rush up and beat him up as soon as the emperor gives the order."

Luo Chaoyan chuckled, then looked at Mu Lier with a serious expression, "I already know about Master Mu Jian's affairs."

She turned around and rummaged through the bedside table next to the dragon bed, took out a wooden box, placed it on the table and opened it. Inside was a small disc-shaped jade pendant, all orange-yellow in color.

"This is the Chiyang Heavenly Jade, a jade pendant left by the previous dynasty. It is made from the most refined Chiyang ore core of the Chiyang Mine in the Western Regions. It is most suitable for suppressing the cold poison in the body."

Mu Lier bowed impartially and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward."

Luo Chaoyan smiled slightly, "If it weren't for Master Mu Jian who came to find the Sword Sect's leader to stop Xia Chengsong, I might not have become the emperor. I deserve the reward."

Zhao Wumian glanced into the wooden box and saw... a pair of white pantyhose folded inside.

He was immediately startled, "Your Majesty, this white silk... well, where did you get it from?"

"You call it Baisi? That's quite concise." Luo Chaoyan handed the wooden box to Mu Lier and said:
"I also know that you commissioned the owner of Jinxiufang to make these summer clothes, so I asked her to send them over for a try."

"Are you wearing it?"

"I wore it naturally." Luo Chaoyan looked at him doubtfully, "But it's too tight. Let more women wear it and collect some opinions. It will be better to improve it, right?"

As he spoke, Luo Chaoyan looked at Mu Lier, "Master Mu Jian, why not give it a try?"

Mu Lier glanced at the white silk, thinking it was just ordinary clothing, and didn't care. She nodded slightly and said goodbye and left.

She was not familiar with Luo Chaoyan, and she did not hold an official position, so it was not appropriate for her to stay in the palace all the time.

Zhao Wumian looked at Mu Li'er's back and imagined the scene of his gentle and serious master wearing white silk... The more he thought about it, the hotter his body became. If he continued like this, he would soon become Mu Li'er's 'Chiyang Tianyu'.

After all, it was late at night and it was not appropriate to stay in Fu Mo Palace all the time. Luo Xiangzhu met Luo Chaoyan and then went to rest under the guidance of the palace maid.

Zhao Wumian wanted to leave, but Luo Chaoyan stopped him, "Weiminghou doesn't have a house in the capital, where are you going to live?"

If at this time he thought that Luo Chaoyan was just curious and asked him where he wanted to live, then all those love words Zhao Wumian said would be in vain.

"Your Majesty has been very busy these days, and I still want to stay in the palace and chat with Your Majesty more."

"Knowing how hard I've worked, shouldn't you let me rest quickly?"

"Your Majesty has gone to rest. Who should I tell the words that I have accumulated in my heart?"

"Selfish."

"Selfishness is proof of longing." Zhao Wumian said with a smile.

"I must tell you?"

"I don't want to tell anyone except Your Majesty."

"Really?" Luo Chaoyan sat down on the armchair and raised his hand to pick up the file. "In my opinion, Miss Shen is not bad."

"..." Zhao Wumian blinked his eyes, "Is Your Majesty having his period?" Luo Chaoyan said nothing, but just picked up the teapot to pour herself a cup of tea, took a sip... In fact, it was true, she did have her period, but such a girl's private matter must not be told to Zhao Wumian.

"Even if I come to Kui, it won't affect anything... So what happened between you and Miss Shen these days?" Luo Chaoyan pressed on.

Zhao Wumian's scalp tingled. Sweet words were sweet words, but on such a matter of principle, one should be honest. "Well... I kissed her."

Luo Chaoyan looked at the file in her hand without saying a word, nor did she show any unhappiness on her face, just like usual.

Zhao Wumian glanced at her expression and asked, "…What does Your Majesty think?"

"It is not uncommon for a man to have three wives and four concubines, not to mention that you are Marquis Weiming, who dares to make irresponsible remarks? Miss Shen is the most beautiful woman in the capital, with impeccable appearance and background, so she is naturally worthy of Marquis Weiming."

Isn't Luo Chaoyan angry? Zhao Wumian felt a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, Luo Chaoyan said, "I am very sad."

Zhao Wumian was slightly stunned and looked at Luo Chaoyan. She was still looking at the file in her hand. Her usually gentle face now showed a bit of loneliness.

Zhao Wumian was immediately delighted, but before he could say anything, Luo Chaoyan raised the file in her hand and said:

"There was a flood in the southeast, and a fishing village was flooded. Although the villagers evacuated in time and no one was killed, they suffered a lot of property losses. They were already poor, and this made their life even more difficult."

What was recorded in the file was about the flood in the fishing village.

Zhao Wumian: “…”

Luo Chaoyan put down the file and picked up another one. She didn't know what good news was recorded on it. She smiled again and asked, "Why doesn't the Marquis say anything?"

Zhao Wumian began to suspect that Luo Chaoyan's words "I am very sad" were just meant to tease him.

Zhao Wumian stopped talking. He lay down on the dragon bed and said, "I'm tired from the long journey."

The dragon bed was filled with the faint fragrance of Luo Chaoyan. It seemed that Luo Chaoyan had been living in Fu Mo Palace recently.

Seeing him lying on the bed, Luo Chaoyan immediately stood up and said, "How can you lie on a girl's bed casually? Zhongli, change the sheets and quilts for the Marquis to sleep on."

Female official Zhongli hurriedly walked in from outside the hall and tidied up the bed sheets, but saw a pair of white stockings fell out of the bed sheets. Zhao Wumian raised his hand to take it and was stunned for a moment, "This is..."

"Didn't I tell you that I've worn them before?" Luo Chaoyan had no idea that these were boudoir items. She just thought of them as ordinary socks, so she didn't look embarrassed at all. She glanced at them and then looked away.

"Let Lady Zhongli take it down and wash it."

Zhao Wumian looked at Luo Chaoyan, then at the white silk in his hand, and then asked: "Your Majesty, can you put it on and show it to me?"

"Why?"

"After all, I figured it out through my own research, so I wanted to see how it would work on me."

No matter how pure Luo Chaoyan was, she now realized that something was wrong.

She narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly, and then revealed a hint of a smile, "Lady Zhongli, put down the quilt and go down."

"As you command." The female official Zhongli hurriedly took her leave and closed the door of the hall, so there was no one else in the Fu Mo Hall.

Luo Chaoyan sat on the couch with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Wumian looked at her.

She stared at Zhao Wumian expressionlessly.

Zhao Wumian put down her white silk high socks, turned around silently, and made an expression of "don't look without permission".

Luo Chaoyan nodded with satisfaction, then took off her boots, revealing her white socks.

Zhao Wumian heard a series of faint rustling sounds behind him, and his breathing subconsciously became faster, and his heartbeat also quickened.

This pair of stockings was originally made for Miss Su, but unexpectedly, the first person to wear them for him to see was Luo Chaoyan.

Zhao Wumian didn't know how much time had passed, but it seemed to him that time was so long. It was not until the rustling sound faded away that a voice came from behind him: "My Lord, can you take a look?"

Zhao Wumian turned around immediately, only to see that Luo Chaoyan had curled up completely into the quilt, with only her small head exposed to him.

Zhao Wumian was as if he had been poured with a basin of cold water. He was a little speechless, "Your Majesty, what do I think of this?"

Luo Chaoyan gave him a shy smile, "My Lord, don't you know that if you want to wear these socks, I have to take off my thin pants?"

Zhao Wumian was stunned... Doesn't this mean that, under the quilt, Luo Chaoyan's legs are wearing nothing but white high socks! ?
His throat suddenly became dry and he stuttered when speaking, "Then, then what does Your Majesty want to show me?"

"My Lord, come closer. I will stretch out my legs for you to see."

Zhao Wumian then moved closer.

Luo Chaoyan really kept her word. She gently pulled up the edge of the quilt with one hand. Just this action seemed to cause bursts of heat and fragrance to surge out of the quilt, making Zhao Wumian's throat even drier.

A delicate little foot in white stockings slowly emerged from the quilt. The white, tender and smooth skin was vaguely visible under the stockings, the toes were like pearls falling on a jade plate, the arch of the foot had graceful lines, and then the well-proportioned and slender calves.

Zhao Wumian didn't even touch it. He thought that at this moment he was the man with the strongest willpower in the world.

But this is not the end. After sticking her calves out from under the quilt, Luo Chaoyan continued to stretch her legs out. Her knees and part of her thighs were exposed outside the quilt, but Luo Chaoyan was still sticking her legs out.

According to the length of the white socks, if there were two inches more, Zhao Wumian would be able to see the thigh flesh that was squeezed by the white socks, as well as the area above the thigh... Of course, Zhao Wumian knew that Luo Chaoyan was sensible and would never reveal so much to Zhao Wumian.

But at this moment, Luo Chaoyan suddenly screamed. Because of her posture, her center of gravity was unstable and she fell directly from the couch, and her whole body slipped out of the bedding.

Zhao Wumian was quick to reach out and hug her, holding her slender waist with one hand and her thigh with the other. His palm almost sank into the thigh flesh, which felt smooth and soft to the touch. But when he lowered his eyes...

There was no thigh skin above the white stockings... Luo Chaoyan didn't even take off her pants, she just rolled them up high.

Therefore, she didn't show Zhao Wumian even an inch of her leg skin.

At this moment, Luo Chaoyan's panicked expression suddenly turned into a fox-like smile, and she opened her pink lips slightly, "My Lord, are you disappointed?"

Zhao Wumian was silent for a few seconds, "…I hope Your Majesty didn't fall down."

Luo Chaoyan laughed out loud immediately. It was totally worth it to make Zhao Wumian look embarrassed.

She was about to get off Zhao Wumian, but Zhao Wumian was holding her thighs. When she tried to break free, she suddenly felt a tingling sensation from her thighs, which made her body tremble. Her pretty face turned red in an instant, and she stammered, "What?"
"Put me down, put me down, how can this be disgraceful?"

High attack and low defense...

Zhao Wumian certainly would not take advantage of a man, after putting Luo Chaoyan down, she quickly put down her pants, and then she became "socks in pants". She had no idea how tempting this was to Zhao Wumian, she coughed a few times and glanced at Zhao Wumian.

"What do you think, my Lord?"

"I dare not act rashly to Your Majesty..."

"I asked you what you think, not whether you dare to do anything rude to me. But just think that I look good in these socks."

Although she had gone a little too far, Luo Chaoyan was in a good mood. She raised her hand and gently wiped the corner of her eyes, then her fingertips slid across Zhao Wumian's white robe, leaving a gray mark. She then put on her boots, turned around and left.

"Fu Mo Fu Mo, the dark circles under my eyes were originally painted by myself... My Lord, please have a good rest. Next time you see me, don't mention anything else. Just care about me first. Do you understand?"

Without waiting for Zhao Wumian to answer, Luo Chaoyan pushed the door and left.

Zhao Wumian lay on the dragon bed, with a faint fragrance filling his nose.

That’s not right. Luo Chaoyan forgot to change the bedding and sheets she slept on.

But when she thinks about it carefully, it seems that she has been actively teasing Zhao Wumian tonight... After becoming the emperor, she has improved a lot in her imperial skills. She has learned Shen Xiangge's method of teasing men completely.

Is it because she came to Aoi?
Although Kui Shi is known as a stumbling block before marriage, Zhao Wumian just wants to say it at this moment.

Thank you, Xiaokui.

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Thanks to '希卡2' for the 2000-word reward, this chapter was extended. Originally, it should have only been words, but it would be too fragmented to write this short section of daily life separately, so I'll just post the whole section together.

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