Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 239 Moonless Night
Under the rain, Lan raised his hand and pressed an acupoint on his chest to stop the bleeding. He ran for more than ten miles and stopped in an empty yard. He took out the medicine he carried with him to bandage the wound. After a moment, he flew away again and went to the yard where Dongyan had contacted him.

There was no figure of the white-robed scholar in the courtyard. Only Chen Shuhan was waiting with his hands behind his back, and Du was standing beside him.

Chen Shuhan had obviously heard the news about Qingfeng Pavilion. He frowned and asked, "Why are you going to look for the Goguryeo prince?"

Although Lan was stabbed in the chest by Mu Lier, there was no sign of injury. He sat down at the table, took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a few sips, and then said: "I have said long ago that the assassination of Zhao Wumian will be decided by me, and you don't need to worry about it."

Chen Shuhan shook his head slightly and said, "Something went wrong right after we started. Is there something fishy going on among you?"

Du was holding a cane in the corner, playing with a small porcelain bottle with his dry hands. He smiled faintly when he heard the words.
"Whoever is stronger will be the mayor of Wuchang City... All of us have been holding a grudge against Lan in the past. Although we claim to obey him, we are actually all the same... No one will submit to anyone else, so it's normal for us to have some tricks."

"Du, don't say that to my face next time." Lan glanced at Du with his featureless face.

Chen Shuhan's eyes twitched. How come this guy didn't care about such a serious matter? However, this was Wuchang City's private matter and had nothing to do with him. "But do you want me to help you find the spies? I have no control over any problems within Wuchang City, but I can't delay the assassination because of this."

As he spoke, Chen Shuhan curled his lips in the direction of Du, indicating that even though she was here, she was still a suspect.

Du smiled faintly and said nothing.

Lan waved his hand gently, "It can't be a disabled person, it can only be a glutton... It seems that the courtyard where we usually gather can't be used, but it doesn't matter. Whether this job can be accomplished depends on tomorrow. I didn't plan to go back to that courtyard tonight."

This kind of spy work was of great importance, but Lan finalized the matter with just a few words, which made Chen Shuhan look at him more.

To be able to become the Lord of Wuchang City, this guy must be smart, so Chen Shuhan stopped talking about this matter and asked, "With your strength, how could you be forced to retreat? Who did you meet?"

"Looking at the martial arts of these two wanderers, it is obvious that they are not ordinary masters. They can only be people who have achieved unity of man and nature... Could it be Marquis Weiming?" Lan pondered for a while. He seldom came to the capital and had no idea how many masters there were in the capital, so he was unsure.

He only used two moves, and I could only see one of the Wushan sword moves; I couldn't see the rest.

Chen Shuhan's scalp was tingling. "No matter what happens to you in the capital, you can always blame Zhao Wumian. He has a very sensitive nose. If we hadn't been so low-key and cautious, we would have been caught long ago."

Lan also vaguely thought it was Zhao Wumian. After pondering for a moment, he saw Du, who had been silent all this time, suddenly speak up, "The woman who stabbed you with a sword was poisoned by the Tang family's cold poison... It was brewed by Ming Ye, right? This poison took the old man of the Tang family more than ten years to make. I remember it."

Turning his head to look, he saw that the poison had already opened the porcelain bottle, and he could see a poisonous insect inside that was a little restless, probably because it smelled some poison.

Du was born in Miaojiang and was an expert in poison. Otherwise, his code name would not be "Du". Therefore, Lan did not doubt him and asked, "I have heard of Mingyeniao. It is a poison for interrogation and will not kill people... So what if she was poisoned?"

The corners of Du's mouth curled up, revealing a slightly creepy smile, "What does the City Lord think the first way of poison is?"

"Just a tool." Lan would occasionally use poison in his daily assassinations, but he was limited to using it and it was obvious that he had not delved deeply into this art.

"It's nine. It's a combination and derivation. There are endless possibilities. It's the ultimate number." Du shook his head, a little disappointed. He gave up the idea of ​​discussing Taoism with an 'outsider' like Lan and said directly:

"What was the original poison? It was just poisonous grasses and insects. They still had some killing power when they first encountered them. Once you have experience and are prepared, who can be harmed by those poisonous grasses and insects? However, different poisonous grasses and insects, when combined slightly, can have completely different effects. Some poisons can be combined with each other... For example, the Miaojiang Jiuli Gu is made from the nine major Gu poisons in the Jiuli tribe."

Lan frowned slightly and glanced at Du, "What do you want to do?"

Du raised his hand lightly, and his internal energy gushed out. He caught a mouse from the corner of the yard, then raised his hand and fed two tiny poison pills into the mouse's mouth.

"Squeak-"

The mouse struggled continuously in Du's palm, screaming miserably, and countless small wriggling balls of flesh appeared on its body surface. After a moment, there was a "pop" sound, and the mouse exploded on the spot, blood splattered everywhere, and Du's palm was instantly covered in blood.

Du's expression did not change, but he opened his palm towards Lan, only to see a dark irregular object between her flesh and blood in her palm, emitting bursts of fishy odor.

Chen Shuhan looked away with a hint of disgust.

Lan's featureless face showed no expression. He just stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at Du. "Is this the method of using living creatures to make poison?"

Du casually crushed the black substance, then opened his palm to let the rain wash away the bloodstains, and said lightly:
"In the Jiuli tribe, living people make Gu, and that's how it is. Different Gu poisons seem to have different effects, and they are clearly distinguished, but in fact, there are hidden rules. The old patriarch of the Tang family used to work for Jiuli, and learned the method of making Gu from the tribe. Did he make this Mingye Brew just for interrogation?"

Du sneered, "Some poisons cannot be refined with a furnace, but can be refined with the human body... That woman must be the unity of heaven and man. If I can refine Gu with her, I'm afraid I can also refine a poison that is not inferior to Hanyu, Jiuli and other Gu Kings!"

At the end, Du's voice inevitably carried a hint of fanaticism. For Du, refining Gu was her way of martial arts.

In her eyes, the person who could refine a poison more powerful than Hanyu Gu and Jiuli Gu was probably not inferior to the Bridge connecting Heaven and Earth.

This is what she is pursuing.

Lan Dun knew what Du was up to, and his tone immediately turned colder, "That woman is not on the assassination list. If you spend more time on her, it means you will spend less time on Zhao Wumian."

Du didn't care at all and said calmly: "Zhao Wumian has a master who is also in harmony with nature and is also in the capital... If I guess correctly, it was those two people who were waiting in Qingfeng Pavilion. They have a close relationship. If I involve that woman, wouldn't it be exactly what the city lord wants?"

Lan was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly, raised his eyes to glance at the sky, and without saying anything more, flew away.

And the direction he left was... still Qingfeng Pavilion.

On Bailu Street, Song Yun was also wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. He was leaning against the entrance of the alley, looking at the guards hurrying to and fro on the street.

Miao Yixi, one of the three great martial arts masters in the Korean underworld, was chopped away by Zhao Wumian's sword. He was furious and led a group of people to search almost all the back alleys of Bailu Street.

A fight broke out under the nose of the Goguryeo prince. Regardless of whether it was related to Gao Hongxi, it was obviously a "diplomatic" issue, so the capital also sent a number of city guards to help with the search.

The snowy owl folded its wings and stood on Song Yun's shoulder, with its eyes narrowed and its head tilted.

These days, Zhao Wumian had no need to use it, so he just let it eat and sleep, and it had gained a lot of weight. Now that it finally had work to do, Zhao Wumian let it follow Senior Song, so that if Song Yun encountered an enemy, it could come to Zhao Wumian for support.

But Song Yun gained nothing.

Tao narrowed his eyes, holding a hot roast chicken in his hand, hiding in the corner of the alley, looking at the imperial guards on the street, silently stuffing a chicken leg into his mouth. After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Hua, now that there is such a commotion, the city lord will definitely find out that I am a spy. I have to leave the city and hide."

Song Yun glanced at Tao and said calmly, "You are greedy for money and two-faced. If you can betray Wuchang City for money, you can also betray us for money."

After these words were spoken, Tao Chi Rou's expression froze for a moment, and he looked at Song Yun, but there was no expression of surprise on his face.

"Thirty years ago, I was almost starving to death on the street. It was Hua who took me to eat and sent me to Wuchang City to learn martial arts. Only then did I have a job and money. Otherwise, I would have been a dead bone in a grave... I told Zhao Wumian that I did it for the money, but Hua still knew that I did it for a favor?"

"It is common sense to repay kindness with vengeance, but it is not a rule of the martial arts world." Song Yun held the hilt of the knife and said calmly: "Is it for kindness or for money... Who knows?"

The atmosphere between the two instantly became tense.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Snow Owl rolled its eyes and quietly jumped off Song Yun's shoulder, stepping into the puddles on the floor tiles. It was splashed with mud and water, and its clean snow-white feathers were instantly covered with black spots. It screamed in surprise and jumped up and down, trying to shake off the mud and water on its body.

Song Yun: "..."

She looked away and remained silent for a moment. After all, she was not a cold-blooded person, so she said, "But what do you know about us?"

Tao reacted and realized that this was true. Song Yun was an old hand and had been working with Tao for several hours without telling him anything. He might not know Zhao Wumian and others as well as Lan did.

So Song Yun said: "Whether it's for money or for a favor, you have done a good deed this time... Let's go, the road is long, and when I hear from you next time, I hope you haven't been killed by the people of Wuchang City."

Tao was slightly stunned, and looked at Song Yun for a few times, "Hua, you have changed. If it were in the past, you would never let me go... You know I came here today with the psychological preparation to be killed by you."

"Oh? You know I might kill you, but you still come to help me?"

"I just said it, it's really a favor." Although Tao's appearance is a little funny, his expression at this moment is very serious.

Song Yun did not comment or say anything else, but just waved at him lightly.

Tao stuffed the whole roast chicken into his mouth, then retreated silently, turned around and ran after a few steps, then remembered something, glanced at Song Yun, and said:
"By the way, if I was killed by someone from Wuchang City, I would never let you know... We are best at destroying corpses and covering up all traces."

"After all these years, you don't even have someone who wants to help you avenge your death?"

Tao smiled and said, "When you are in the underworld, you should avoid these things... Wasn't it because of this that you disappeared for so many years? If not, you would have become a master of the bridge between heaven and earth by now, right? Don't you regret it?"

"You always think about whether you will regret it or not... That's why you can't enter the Sky Viewing Realm."

"What do you mean?" Tao looked confused.

"What we do must be what we want to do, not what we have to do. Just figure it out."

"Oh." Tao thought about it again, then raised his hand slightly towards Song Yun, "See you in the rivers and lakes."

"See you in the rivers and lakes."

After Tao left, Song Yun grabbed Xue Xiao's neck and said, "Why are you shaking it? I'll wipe it for you."

……

Amid the hustle and bustle of the street, Miao Yixi was running around with a long sword on his waist and a stern face.

But if you want the imperial guards to arrest Wei Ming Hou? It would be better to hope that Zhao Wumian would cut his own neck with a knife.

Therefore, Miao Yixi could only feel annoyed and return empty-handed.

Gao Hongxi had seen a lot of things before, so he was not panicked. He continued to drink with the bunny. When he saw Miao Yixi coming back, he smiled faintly and asked, "Didn't you catch him?"

"kindness……"

"You were beaten back by someone and suffered a loss. Are you angry?"

"Not bad." Miao Yixi had no expression on her face.

Gao Hongxi shook his head slightly. "Although I don't know who that person is, based on what I've heard recently, Wei Ming Hou is definitely much stronger than that person. If he attacks you, you might die in one move."

Miao Yixi took a deep breath, "Why do you always flatter others? I will find out tomorrow whether Zhao Wumian is really capable!" "You don't accept him?"

Miao Yixi sneered, "Martial artists speak with their fists. I have investigated Zhao Wumian since I came to the capital... He suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and before that, there was no news about him in the martial arts world. Don't you find it strange?"

Gao Hongxi raised his eyebrows frivolously, "What do you mean?"

"Zhao Wumian is so popular that some people even know Zhao Wumian but not the Empress. In my opinion, he is the empress's puppet. He does all the dirty work. The real manipulator behind the scenes is the Empress... Without Zhao Wumian, there are still Li Wumian and Wang Wumian. He is not worth mentioning. The Empress behind him is the one who deserves attention."

When Miao Yixi said this, he was extremely serious, and it was obvious that he really meant it.

This was the first time Gao Hongxi had heard this statement, and he found it a little funny. "Why do you think so?"

"The only person Zhao Wumian defeated openly was Gui Shou Zhenren of Wugong Mountain. There were only two other masters left, but not many people saw how he won... Li Jingnan, Zhao Yu was captured, and Turga, it is rumored that the third martial arts champion of the court helped him."

Miao Yixi shook his head slightly. "Anyway, we will know what he is capable of tomorrow, but I hope you will pay attention to the empress. In my opinion, she is the biggest enemy of Goguryeo."

Gao Hongxi pondered for a while and felt that what Miao Yixi said made sense. Luo Chaoyan's presence was a bit low. As a female emperor who overthrew Luo Shuzhi, this was obviously unreasonable... Mainly, if Zhao Wumian was really so fierce, then couldn't he just turn the tables and become the emperor?

Who wants to be inferior to others forever?
Zhao Wumian wouldn't be willing to work for Luo Chaoyan for some ridiculous love between a man and a woman, right? That would be too stupid.

Gao Hongxi is also a member of the royal family. He has seen too many dark things in the struggle for power and profit, so he obviously does not believe in the so-called "love" and "righteousness".

"I got it. You will challenge Zhao Wumian tomorrow, so take a good rest..." As he said that, Gao Hongxi started to play with the Rabbit God beside him. In fact, he was ordering Miao Yixi to leave and told him not to delay his good deeds.

Miao Yixi left silently, closed the door, and returned to her room...which was actually next door to Gao Hongxi.

The room was dark, with no lights on and the doors and windows closed.

Miao Yixi took out a tinder from her bosom and lit the oil lamp, only to see the window suddenly opened wide. Gusts of cold wind mixed with raindrops rushed into the house, making a whistling sound that was a bit harsh, and the oil lamp was blown out in an instant.

Miao Yixi frowned slightly, walked to the window and looked out for a few times. Apart from the "puff" sound coming from next door, there was no other movement.

Close the windows and fasten the bolts.

Miao Yixi came to the lamp, took out the tinder again and lit the oil lamp.

The lights swayed without wind, and the light spread along the patterns of the furniture into the house. The dim color gradually spread towards the darkness. As the darkness faded, a face without any facial features suddenly appeared in the light.

The faceless man sat at the table, playing with a teacup in his hand.

Miao Yixi stood there in a daze, his pupils shrank, his scalp numbed, and cold sweat instantly wet his clothes. Before he saw this person, he had no idea that anyone had entered the room.

"you……"

choke----

A flash of blood flashed in the room, blood splattered, the faceless man pinched the teacup fragments with his fingertips, stretched out one arm, and cut Miao Yixi's throat cleanly.

Miao Yixi covered his throat with both hands, his eyes widened, his eyes were filled with disbelief and extreme horror.

The last words he heard before he lost consciousness were "Is it your turn to underestimate the person I want to kill?"

Just as Miao Yixi was about to fall, the faceless man grabbed his collar with one hand, preventing him from making even the slightest sound, and then looked at Miao Yixi's face.

A moment later, a man with the same face and figure as Miao Yixi opened the window, stood in front of it with his hands behind his back, looking at the capital city with its streets full of bright lights.

In the center of the capital, the magnificent palace is like a giant beast coiled among thousands of streets and alleys.

Lan looked at Gong Cheng with a calm expression on his face. After a moment, he said, "You got this name because you broke into the palace...I have been unable to connect the bridge between heaven and earth for so many years. Is it because I am too timid and hide behind others?"

What Song Yun said was absolutely correct. When one's martial arts skills have reached their level, what they do will always be what they want to do, not what they have to do.

Those who can glimpse the heavens will never be afraid of death, but will only seek to verify the martial arts.

They are all seekers.

Inside the palace, in the Fu Mo Palace, Luo Chaoyan, holding a crimson dragon robe in both hands, looked left and right.

The owner of Jinxiufang knelt down and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Your Majesty, you have examined it three times. If there is anything that does not suit your taste, I will make some changes for you overnight."

This dragon robe belongs to Zhao Wumian. Jinxiufang has been making it for half a month. Tomorrow is the Banquet of All Nations. As the Marquis of Weiming, Zhao Wumian should naturally dress up to attend.

Luo Chaoyan frowned slightly, but asked a question that was irrelevant, "How do you know the physical characteristics of Wei Minghou? Did he go to Jinxiufang to measure it?"

The owner of Jinxiufang sweated profusely. This question seemed simple, but when she thought about the emperor's attitude towards the marquis, if she answered it wrongly, she would probably lose her head. So she answered honestly:

"Your Majesty, the size of the Marquis's clothes was confirmed by Miss Su in person at Jinxiufang."

"Qingqi?" Luo Chaoyan was stunned for a moment, then remained silent for a few seconds, and said expressionlessly: "I know... Go down."

After the owner of Jinxiufang left, Luo Chaoyan asked the female official Zhongli to fetch needle and thread. She sat at the table, pushed aside the documents in front of her, and placed the dragon robe flat on the table.

Female official Zhongli put down her needlework and whispered, "Why does His Majesty have to do these needlework himself?"

Luo Chaoyan gently stroked the patterns on the python robe with her slender fingers. She held the needle and thread and wanted to sew, but the craftsmanship was so impeccable that she felt that adding one more stitch would be an insult to this luxurious python robe.

Hearing this, Luo Chaoyan sighed and put down her needlework, "Where is Wei Ming Hou?"

"Your Majesty, he is still handling official business and is not expected to return to the palace tonight."

"Who is following him?" Luo Chaoyan suddenly asked.

The female official Zhongli blinked her eyes and said, "Song Yun, and Sword Sect Mu Lier...but do you want the Marquis to come to the palace to try on clothes after he finishes his official duties?"

"His heart is not here, so what's the point of him coming here physically?" Luo Chaoyan said in a faint voice.

These words seemed to have a deep meaning, and Zhongli, a female official, did not dare to respond.

But Luo Chaoyan picked up the silver needle with her slender fingers and stabbed it into the heart of the python robe. Her movements were gentle, virtuous and gentle, and she said:

"But the reason why I am the emperor is that I can get whatever I want. It doesn't matter if I just come in person. Go and call him over."

These words seemed to have deeper meaning. Female official Zhongli did not dare to respond. Her scalp was tingling and she left in a hurry.

The workmanship of the dragon robe is impeccable. No matter what is added, it would be superfluous... But even if it is superfluous, Luo Chaoyan has to leave her own mark on Zhao Wumian's clothes.

So she sewed a lily on her heart.

Zhao Wumian came to the palace and asked if sewing a flower on clothes would make him look effeminate.

Luo Chaoyan was so angry that he took the file and threw it at him.

Afterwards, Luo Chaoyan changed the lily into a crescent moon.

She pointed at the robe and called it 'Chaoyan robe' with a smile.

Zhao Wumian said that she plagiarized the work of the owner of Jinxiufang.

He then threw the file at Luo Chaoyan, who was furious.

The imperial guards guarding outside the Fumo Palace had a blank expression on their faces as they explained to the new guards, "No matter how the Marquis Weiming and the emperor fight, even if they make the emperor cry, it is not something we can do."

Luo Chaoyan renamed the dragon robe as "Cang Yue Robe".

Zhao Wumian thought Luo Chaoyan wanted to see the moon, so he picked her up and flew to the Fu Mo Palace.

But it was raining tonight and the sky was full of dark clouds. Not to mention the moon, even birds were rarely seen.

But even if you can’t see the moon while holding an oil-paper umbrella, at least you can see the people around you, right?

Zhao Wumian sat next to Luo Chaoyan, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Luo Chaoyan bent her legs and put some fruits and snacks in the space between her thighs and lower abdomen.

She cracked melon seeds and asked Zhao Wumian if he had confidence in tomorrow's competition.

Zhao Wumian said that he couldn't lose even for her.

Luo Chaoyan asked why.

Zhao Wumian said, "You are the emperor. You said the robe is yours, so it is yours... How could I tear your robe in a fight?"

Luo Chaoyan glanced at him, perhaps wanting to continue what Zhao Wumian was saying, and asked, "Then are you mine?"

But given her reserved nature, it was impossible for her to say this.

So she cracked melon seeds, looked at the lights all over Beijing, and watched the moonless night with Zhao Wumian for half the night.

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