Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 233 A Gentleman's Word
"Perhaps the Western Region Holy Church is your enemy?"

While being placed under house arrest by Miss Su in the Su Mansion, Zhao Wumian did not forget his business. At a family dinner at the Su Mansion, he discussed the matter with Chief Constable Su.

As the chief detective of the Detective Department, Chief Inspector Su is in charge of the underworld and has to review all matters in the world. He is not as idle as Zhao Wumian, so it is impossible for him to talk about love with girls all the time, but he can still go home for a few meals a week.

Chief Constable Su hesitated for a moment, and for a moment he didn't notice that Zhao Wumian had moved into the Su Mansion without even offering a betrothal gift.

"To say I'm an enemy, I may not be, but I do have some hostility towards Blazing Sun Jade. At least before I lost my memory, I must have fought with the Holy Church."

Su Qingqi stood up, picked up the small bowl and filled it with broth. Chief Constable Su subconsciously reached out to take it, but Su Qingqi didn't even look at him and placed the bowl in front of Zhao Wumian.

Chief Constable Su paused with his empty hand in the air and silently retracted it. Fortunately, he still had Mrs. Su, who loved her son and daughter equally, to serve him soup.

"The Western Region Holy Church controls a thousand-mile territory and is not subject to jurisdiction. I have sent people into the Western Region many times, but they have always disappeared. It is difficult to intervene. It is also difficult to say whether they sent people to the Central Plains before the New Year." Chief Constable Su took a sip of the broth and then said:

"But if he is active in the Central Plains, there will definitely be some clues left behind. I will send someone to investigate next."

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly and talked about the Jiuli again. Chief Constable Su had also heard of this tribe and this time he gave a direct answer.

"Before the Lantern Festival, there was a Miao Ranger named Fan Li, nicknamed 'Thousand Spiders'. Do you remember him?"

Zhao Wumian recollected and remembered that this guy was holding a Dashuo and was going to assassinate Guan Yunshu together with Ning Zhongxia, but was solved by Zhao Wumian in one move. Later, he was carrying a bottle of poison called "Li Ren Zui", which was refined into a poison pill by Zi Yi and used as a tonic for him.

"Is he related to the Jiuli tribe?" Zhao Wumian took a bite of the fish and then he realized that Su Qingqi had put a lot of dishes in his bowl.

He glanced at Su Qingqi, but Su Qingqi was concentrating on eating and didn't look at him.

Su Qingqi's at-home attire resembled that of a young lady from an aristocratic family. Her hair was tied up with the green jade hairpin given by Zhao Wumian, revealing her slender white neck. Her aqua blue dress was wrapped around her delicate body. Because she was sitting next to Zhao Wumian, he could easily see the exaggerated and perky curves of her breasts and buttocks from the side.

She was so beautiful that Zhao Wumian felt as if he was obsessed with Miss Su’s body every moment.

Chief Constable Su tapped the bowl with his chopsticks and told Zhao Wumian to get down to business and stop looking at his sister.
"Miaojiang and Shu are adjacent to each other, but the people from the two places don't interact very closely. Dao Kui has been famous for many years and has countless enemies. Not everyone in the martial arts world follows the rule of 'don't let the disaster affect your family'. Someone once held Dao Kui's wife hostage..."

Upon hearing this, Madam Su and Su Qingqi paused for a moment while eating.

Chief Constable Su paused for a few seconds, then omitted the details and said directly:

"In short, Dao Kui's wife was poisoned that year. No famous doctor could cure her. Even Gui Xuan Gu was unable to help. Finally, a Miao expert came to treat her and cured her. Since that year, there have been many Miao people in the Shu martial arts world, and it has a bit of the charm of 'the friendship between Qin and Jin'."

After all, Daokui is the leader of the Shu martial arts world. With this kind of gratitude, the Miao martial arts world and the Shu martial arts world will indeed be much more harmonious.

Su Qingqi lifted up her embroidered shoes under the table and lightly kicked Zhao Wumian's calf, telling him not to be so presumptuous in front of their elders. As a result, Zhao Wumian lightly lifted up his calf and hooked Su Qingqi's calf, preventing her from retracting her foot.

Su Qingqi pulled hard but failed to pull it out. If she moved too much and Chief Constable Su noticed it, she would be dead. She could only lower her head silently and pretend nothing had happened.

"The wife of Dao Kui was severely poisoned, and even Gui Xuan Gu couldn't save her. But there was someone in Miaojiang who could. This kind of in-depth study of poison is not ordinary... Maybe the person who saved Dao Kui's wife was Jiuli?"

Chief Constable Su nodded slightly. Even at home, he would not be idle and concentrate on sensing. He did not notice the little movements of Zhao Wumian and Su Qingqi, so he continued:
"It's understandable that Huanzhen Pavilion and Qing Liantian are cooperating, but it's obviously wrong that a person from Miaojiang suddenly showed up. But after a careful investigation, I didn't find any relationship between him and Jiuli... Let's go to Zhaoyu tomorrow to ask Li Jingnan."

Zhao Wumian held the rice and said no more, concentrating on eating. He just rubbed his calves slightly to the side under the table and took off Su Qingqi's embroidered shoes. Her small feet in pure white silk stockings were exposed. Her delicate body stiffened instantly, and her feet reached down, but the embroidered shoes were blocked by Zhao Wumian's calves, so her feet stepped on Zhao Wumian's legs.

It's like using your feet to seduce a man under the table.

Su Qingqi's feet were small and soft, and stepping on their legs made people feel excited. Zhao Wumian didn't even want to eat.

At this moment, a detective chief came hurriedly outside the door, raised his hand and saluted Zhao Wumian, "My Lord."

Then he looked at Chief Constable Su and said, "We are about to hold a banquet for all nations. There are many foreign envoys in the capital. Some of these small nations have had conflicts before. Now that they have come to live together in the capital, they are confronting each other every day. Now they are all rolling up their sleeves and fighting... The Prime Minister invites you to go to the Shen Mansion to discuss the security of the capital."

The Detective Department is mainly responsible for the underworld, but they will also intervene in small tasks like maintaining public order, but they will never call Chief Inspector Su over. Now that all nations are paying tribute, there can be no room for mistakes. In previous years, Chief Inspector Su and Shen Yiwen would discuss matters.

Therefore, Chief Constable Su simply scraped the rice out of the bowl and left in a hurry.

As soon as Chief Constable Su left, Zhao Wumian was left with only his mother-in-law who didn't know martial arts. He immediately became excited and quietly reached down, held Su Qingqi's little feet and gently kneaded them.

Seeing that Chief Constable Su had left and no one would notice, Su Qingqi lowered her head and allowed Zhao Wumian to flirt with her. As a result, she saw Zhao Wumian's hand moving up inch by inch, almost lifting her skirt.

As a result, someone else came at this time, it was a palace maid.

"My Lord, the Emperor is here to ask, since you have no place to stay, are you going to Fu Mo Palace tonight?"

Zhao Wumian waved his hand and said, "No, I will stay at the Su Mansion tonight."

The palace maid's eyes suddenly became strange. When His Majesty asked you whether you wanted to go to Fu Mo Palace, that meant that he wanted you to go... and you dared to refuse?

Does the Marquis think that he is flipping the cards?

But facing Marquis Weiming, the little palace maid did not dare to say much. After getting the answer, she said goodbye and left.

Madam Su finished her meal quietly, then smiled at Zhao Wumian, "I'm old, and I always feel sleepy after eating. My Lord, eat first, and I'll take a rest."

"She's not that old, ma'am. She looks exactly like a young lady in her twenties."

Mrs. Su smiled and shook her head slightly, put down her bowl and chopsticks, stood up and left.

As soon as Mrs. Su left, there were no outsiders in the room. Zhao Wumian moved the dishes and chopsticks aside with one hand, and with the other hand, he hugged Su Qingqi and put her on the dining table. He raised his hand and lifted her skirt, revealing the white thin pants underneath.

These are really thin pants, but it doesn’t matter. Zhao Wumian lightly hooked his fingers and a slit appeared in the middle of the thin pants.

Su Qingqi panicked immediately and put her hands on Zhao Wumian's shoulders, "This, this is where we eat!"

"Miss Su is my meal, isn't she?" Zhao Wumian buried his head in Su Qingqi's skirt, his voice hesitant.

Su Qingqi's face turned red instantly, and she instinctively clamped Zhao Wumian's face with her legs.

crunch————

Madam Su opened the door again, "Qingqi, do you want to take a bath with mother..."

Before she finished her words, Mrs. Su blinked.

Zhao Wumian and Su Qingqi both froze at the dinner table.

Mrs. Su, at her age, has she not seen anything? She was not shy at all, but smiled at Su Qingqi and said, "The Marquis seems to like you very much..."

"mother!"

crunch————

After closing the door and bolting it, Zhao Wumian carried Su Qingqi to the dining table again.

Su Qingqi struggled violently and refused to stay at the dinner table no matter what. It was not until Zhao Wumian kissed her a few times that her face flushed and she no longer had the strength to struggle.

Zhao Wumian's hand moved up along the thin pants inside the skirt, but was blocked by the belt. However, he did not untie the belt, but pulled the collar to the side.

There were dishes on the table. If Su Qingqi lay on her back, she would be dirty all over. She could only use all her strength to straighten her back. Zhao Wumian looked up, but couldn't see Su Qingqi's face clearly.

Zhao Wumian's face immediately rubbed up from under the skirt and kissed Su Qingqi's tender lips, and the two exchanged hot breaths.

Zhao Wumian's palms moved from the legs to the waist, then up and down, over and over again, feeling the softness and warmth of Su Qingqi's skin.

Zhao Wumian stood up completely.

But Su Qingqi bent her legs slightly and pressed against Zhao Wumian's waist. Her delicate face changed from shyness at first to emotion and now to a smile. "Who is easier to touch, me or your master?"

"I didn't touch Master, I just rubbed him..."

"Really?"

Be it Shen Xiangge or Luo Chaoyan, no matter how ambiguous they were with Zhao Wumian, they had never touched Zhao Wumian's Wuhen Sword, but Mu Lier was different.

For the first time, Su Qingqi felt a sense of crisis and dissatisfaction.

That's hers, how can other women use or touch it?
In her heart, Su Qingqi didn't actually care that Zhao Wumian had other beauties, but when the moment really came, she would still feel unhappy.

So she sneered, raised her little feet in white socks and stepped on it, "How did you rub it? Like this?"

Zhao Wumian took a deep breath. Su Qingqi, who had always been obedient, took the initiative, which made him feel a little overwhelmed. But he had to admit, it was quite a contrast and very refreshing.

"no……"

"Ok?"

“I’m wearing something different.”

"Aren't they all thin pants?"

Zhao Wumian held Su Qingqi's ankles and rubbed them in a more comfortable rhythm.

Su Qingqi narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly, and then raised her innocent and moving youthful face, revealing a touch of feminine charm, "Who makes you more comfortable?" "Ms. Su."

"Hmm~" Su Qingqi let out a satisfied moan, as if singing.

The next day, Su Qingqi lifted his house arrest. Zhao Wumian took Miss Su out for shopping and riding a horse. He knew when to handle official business and when to accompany the girl. He walked and stopped until he arrived at the Detective Department. It was already afternoon.

Zhao Wumian and Su Qingqi came to Zhaoyu. Su Qingqi walked in a hurry, even more anxious than Zhao Wumian.

Zi Yi said at the beginning that if Zhao Wumian couldn't find Jiuli Gu or Tianxuan Dust within three months, the poison accumulated in his body would completely erupt. Even if he didn't die, he would be tortured by the poison day and night, which was much more uncomfortable than Mu Lier's cold poison.

Now a month has passed. If there was no trace of Jiuli Gu and Tianxuanchen, Su Qingqi would have left the capital to look for them long ago.

On the third floor of Zhaoyu Prison, Gu Wenhe and Li Jingnan were still chatting and gossiping. When they saw Zhao Wumian coming, they were both stunned. Then Gu Wenhe put his face directly on the prison door and smiled at Zhao Wumian flatteringly:
"My Lord, my Lord, no, Dad, Dad! I am just a petty thief. How can I be imprisoned in the third floor of the prison? I have handed in all my Yan Luo Qing Gong skills. Please let me go. My skills will be buried if I am imprisoned here. If you let me go, I can find out any information that my Lord wants, and I can steal anything that he wants."

Ji Jianming kicked the prison door and said, "Don't talk too much."

Zhao Wumian almost forgot about Gu Wen and this rookie. Hearing this, he glanced at him and said, "You have been stealing for so many years, you must have a lot of treasures on you... Ji Jianming, what did you find on him?"

Ji Jianming stepped forward and handed over a token. "Besides some money and two weapons, the most noteworthy thing on him is this token."

Zhao Wumian took it and took a look at it. It said "Point the Vast Ocean" on it.

Su Qingqi also leaned over, looked up, and said:
"This is the personal token of Cang Jinyu, the third true disciple of the Dian Cang Mountain Sect Master. It is said that the sky is broken by a point and the sun is reflected on the edge, and the vast sea of ​​clouds surrounds the peak. The vast waves reach the sky for thousands of miles, and the sea rhythm enters the dream field. Even though I am in the capital, I have heard of him before."

As she spoke, Su Qingqi remembered something, "The headquarters of Dian Cang Mountain is in Miaojiang. I wonder if they know the whereabouts of Jiuli Gu..."

"Hey, you." Su Qingqi looked at Gu Wenhe, "Where did you get this token? Did you kill Cang Jinyu to get it, or did you steal it?"

Gu Wenhe knew everything and said directly:

"Didn't I just steal something from the Western Region Saint Church to escape? When I passed through Shu, at Dujiangyan under the Qingcheng Mountain, I saw a show-off with a token hanging on his waist. He kept talking about how handsome Cang Hanhai was to everyone he met. Hey, doesn't that idiot understand the principle of not showing off your wealth?"

Gu Wenhe rolled up his sleeves, his eyes proud, revealing some of the professional qualities of a 'great thief', and raised his head and said:

"Since I saw it, he must have stolen it. I thought it was just a replica, but the workmanship and material didn't look like ordinary stuff. It must be real. So I used it to disguise my identity and avoid being hunted down."

"Dujiangyan is at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain..." Zhao Wumian and Su Qingqi exchanged a glance, "Qingcheng Mountain is less than 200 miles west of Chengdu, and is considered Qing Liantian's sphere of influence. How could there be Cang Jinyu's token?"

"I don't know about that."

Zhao Wumian felt that this token might be related to some underworld affairs, a plot specifically targeting Dian Cang Mountain or something like that... But Zhao Wumian had nothing to do with Dian Cang Mountain, and he hadn't settled his own affairs yet, so he naturally wouldn't have the leisure to go to Dujiangyan to find out what was going on, so he threw the token to Ji Jianming.

"Give this sign back to Dian Cang Shan and tell the truth about everything. It's useless for me to have the sign. It's better to do Dian Cang Shan a favor and ask them if they know about Jiuli Gu."

Ji Jianming raised his hand to take it, nodded slightly, then walked closer to Zhao Wumian and said, "When the chief detective came to the Detective Department last night, he asked us to interrogate Li Jingnan and Chou Manjiang Jiuli... Chou Manjiang probably doesn't know, but Li Jingnan is a stubborn guy and doesn't want to cooperate with us at all. It's hard to say whether he knows or not."

Zhao Wumian nodded, and then glanced at Gu Wenhe, "This is just a few things, it doesn't really fit your identity as a thief, did you hide all the treasures you stole?"

Gu Wenhe smiled and said, "Look at what you said, Lord. We are the people of the world who live by our belts and always spend as much money as we have. How can we store food?"

"Then just continue to stay in jail. It will also allow you to eat the food from the Dali granary." Zhao Wumian turned to look at Li Jingnan.

Gu Wenhe's eyes twitched slightly and he stayed inside without saying anything.

Li Jingnan closed his eyes and rested, not very willing to pay attention to Zhao Wumian. Unlike Chou Manjiang, he would never say anything he didn't want to say no matter how much torture he was under.

Zhao Wumian didn't take it seriously, "I heard that Dao Kui has a son named Yangshe Yucheng, who has a good relationship with you."

Li Jingnan opened his eyes, his expression slightly cold, "What do you mean?"

"He is the leader of the Yuan family. He will come to the capital to rescue you sooner or later. You know that this is a suicide mission. As long as you tell the truth next, I can save his life."

Li Jingnan sneered, "You haven't even seen his figure, and you want to use him to force me?"

"No, I didn't see him, but you know Mr. Du, right? He was beaten up the day before yesterday and was so angry that he wrote a letter. We didn't intercept the letter, but it was sent to Shu." Zhao Wumian came to the prison gate and looked down at Li Jingnan.

"Someone from Qingliantian will come to the capital. Will Yangshe Yucheng be among them? People in the martial arts world think that I am chivalrous and heroic, but they don't know that the reason why I have a good relationship with my master, the emperor, is because we have something in common... petty-mindedness."

"I was assassinated by Yangshe Chao, and Qing Liantian still dared to send people to the capital?" Zhao Wumian had a half-smile on his face. "What is the origin of Fan Li, the Miao Ranger who came to the capital with you that day? Is Qing Liantian related to Jiuli? Tell the truth."

With every word Zhao Wumian said, Li Jingnan's expression became darker. Since Zhao Wumian could directly point out Mr. Du San, he was probably not lying.

Zhao Wumian was right in his guess. When Li Jingnan reached his age, apart from his own health, what he cared about most was the younger generations who were close to him.

His life has been like this and he was expected to die of old age in Zhaoyu Prison, but Yangshe Yucheng was different. He had won the Yuankui plaque at a young age and he would definitely have the potential to build a bridge between heaven and earth in the future.

Therefore, Li Jingnan was silent for a moment, and finally decided to cooperate, whispering: "Jiuli and Qingliantian are indeed cooperating."

Ji Jianming was shocked by her beauty. He glanced at Zhao Wumian. Just a few words made Li Jingnan surrender. He was worthy of being the Marquis of Weiming.

"Go on." Zhao Wumian pulled over a chair, ready to pose as an interrogator to listen carefully, but Su Qingqi was still beside him, so he let Su Qingqi do it, and he stood behind Su Qingqi with his hands on the backrest.

"I don't know the specific details. This is the secret of Qingliantian. No matter how much Dao Kui owes me, he can't tell me everything. I only know that after Qin Pingdie was poisoned, it was the people of Jiuli who saved her life. Dao Kui should repay this kindness. At that time, many Miao people had dealings with Dao Kui."

"What is the purpose of the cooperation? The Four Glazed Jades? The Qingying Jade Clothes?" Zhao Wumian had guessed this a long time ago and was not surprised.

Li Jingnan shook his head. "I heard it's related to Gu. The Jiuli tribe lives in seclusion in Miaojiang and keeps a low profile. Their behavior is more like that of the Western Region Saints... that is, doctrine and faith are above all else... From what I understand, Gu poison is their doctrine, and everything they do revolves around refining more sinister and overbearing Gu poison."

Su Qingqi was a little restless, "But is it Jiuli Gu?"

"I don't know, and I haven't heard them mention their names, but Jiuli Jiuli should be no different." Li Jingnan pondered for a moment before continuing:

"As for Fan Li, he is the second son of the Fan family in the Jiuli tribe. He has great respect for the main principles of our sect. This trip to the capital is considered a private action... He came here when he wanted to."

Fan Li is indeed a Jiuli person, but the Detective Department didn't find out anything... Zhao Wumian took the Jiuli tribe seriously. A tribe that has been passed down from ancient times should not be underestimated.

The deeper Zhao Wumian dug, the more he felt that the world was filled with murky waters.

Zhao Wumian thought for a moment, "It seems that Jiuli is ruled by multiple families with power divided among them? For example, the Fan family you mentioned."

Li Jingnan shook his head, "I don't know."

"They also worship Zhulong...Does Zhulong really exist? Are there really dragons in this world?"

Li Jingnan said with a dark face and a somewhat impolite tone, "I don't know. I'm not from Jiuli, so how could I know so much? If there really is a Zhulong, you might as well ask someone to draw a picture of it after you see it, so that I, an old man, can broaden my horizons."

At this time, Song Yun walked into the third floor with a sword in hand. He looked over here and then smiled at Zhao Wumian with a gentle voice, "I'm back from Changshan."

Zhao Wumian put away his casual posture, became more serious, and nodded slightly to Song Yun.

Song Yun and Jiu'er are good friends of the same generation, and Zhao Wumian has always treated her as an elder.

Song Yun smiled and said, "The night before yesterday, you captured a man from Wuchang City, and I interrogated him. I heard that the mayor of Wuchang City seemed to be coming to the capital to kill you, but you want me to protect you personally?"

"Senior, you finally regained your freedom. There are many fun places in the huge capital. Why do you want to stay with me? I wish someone would assassinate me. This way, I can gain experience and understand more easily between life and death..."

Before he could finish, Su Qingqi poked Zhao Wumian with her little fist... What about life and death? Don't say such unlucky words.

Zhao Wumian had no choice but to shut up and leave Zhaoyu with Su Qingqi and Song Yun.

I have almost finished asking questions about Jiuli. They don’t know anything more.

Li Jingnan called Zhao Wumian and said, "My Lord, don't forget your promise. If Yangshe Yucheng really offends you one day, I hope you will let him live."

Zhao Wumian said that if Yangshe Yucheng came here to save people, he would let him go... but it doesn't make any difference.

He nodded slightly, "A gentleman's word is his bond."

And to the west of the capital, in the mountains and forests eight hundred miles away.

Yangshe Yucheng was riding on his horse, his face extremely cold, his hand on the hilt of his knife, looking at the figures in front of him, "Who are you?"

Zhao Wumian was right in his guess. Yangshe Yucheng was young and fearless. Ever since he heard the news that Li Jingnan was captured alive by Zhao Wumian in the capital, he had been rushing to the capital non-stop in an attempt to rescue him.

But Shu is thousands of miles away from the capital, and he doesn't have a thousand-mile horse. It usually takes a month to get to the capital, so he is still on the road.

But I never thought that I would meet uninvited guests on the road.

A man in a straw raincoat stood on the official road in the forest. The mottled sunlight from the sky shone on the raincoat. The man was wearing a bamboo hat and slowly drew out a short sword from under the raincoat, which reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

"Humph."

Yangshe Yucheng snorted coldly, turned over and dismounted, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and slowly drew the sword out of the sheath.

(End of this chapter)