Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 308 Listening to Music on the Hook
Late at night, the cold moon lit up the lanterns, the five-story pavilion stood tall, and the flying eaves and corners outlined an elegant contour in the moonlight. Thousands of lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed in the wind, casting a warm halo, illuminating the entire building like daylight.

"Will Miss Qingyan really show up tonight? According to the usual date, it should be three days later, right? Why is it earlier tonight?"

"Who knows... Anyway, since Zeng Lengyue has released the news, it can't be fake."

"Hey, have you ever seen Miss Qingyan? She is said to be famous in the capital, but how come there is not even a portrait of her?"

"Miss Qingyan always wears a veil when attending events. So far, no one has ever seen her true appearance. Only those who are in her good graces can see her face."

"It's quite a grand display... There are many important figures in the capital, so why didn't anyone use some tough measures?"

"I'm not sure, but Zeng Lengyue is able to make his business flourish in the capital, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money. The power behind him must be quite strong..."

Zhao Wumian folded his arms and stood in the crowd with Su Qingqi, looking around. He could hear mostly conversations such as "What?" and his expression gradually became strange. He thought, "Yes, it is me. The behind-the-scenes manager of the Taixuan Palace branch is none other than Weiming Hou, a popular figure in the eyes of the Dali Emperor..."

The hall was brightly lit, and the crimson curtains hanging on the walls glowed softly under the candlelight. On the central stage, dancers in colorful feathered clothes and holding round fans danced to the music.

"The night is not yet long, the music is not over, the prosperity is like a dream lingering in my heart~ The cups are full of wine, the banquet is full of laughter, tonight we are drunk together and do not envy the immortals~"

The musicians held pipa and flute, played melodious tunes and sang along.

It was called a branch of Taixuan Palace, but there was nothing that caught his attention... That's right, if someone found out something about it, this branch would not be able to continue operating in the capital... After all, he had worked hard to build it, so it wouldn't reveal too many flaws.

Zhao Wumian lowered his head and pondered. He had already begun to think about this matter as Zeng Lengyue's boss behind the scenes. Su Qingqi glanced at him and knew what he was thinking. She was a little helpless, "Young Master, you have been busy in Shu for so long. Now you finally return to Beijing. Don't you want to take a rest? You are still thinking about these official matters? But I am here, will it affect your listening to music in the brothel?"

Zhao Wumian came back to his senses, "Listening to music in a brothel is not as fragrant as Miss Su's embrace."

Su Qingqi looked at the beautiful girls around her and the dazzling array of flowers. As a lady from a wealthy family, her upbringing since childhood made it difficult for her to tolerate this place.

So she didn't really pay attention to what Zhao Wumian said at this moment, but just said in a strange tone: "There are so many beauties here, didn't you pick a few more prostitutes before? Do you want me to fight with them tonight?"

Starting a fight... Zhao Wumian actually felt a little guilty, he had no idea what he had done in the past, but if he put himself in his shoes when he was seventeen years old, if there was a beautiful woman in front of him and they were in love with each other, it would be obviously impossible for him to control himself.

Then wasn't it that he brought Miss Su here tonight just to cause a river of blood? Could it be that Xiao Yuanmu came here just to laugh at him? It was possible.

But when he was practicing dual cultivation with Miss Su, it was obvious that his Yuan Yang was still there... Zhao Wumian felt reassured, at least he didn't have to worry about any romantic affairs he had in the past.

As he was thinking, the music stopped, the lively atmosphere in the hall suddenly stagnated, the noise around suddenly became silent, the dancers smiled faintly, stretched out their arms, and their sleeves fluttered, colorful like falling flowers in the sky.

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows slightly, and his extraordinary perception made him look upwards first.

Zheng————

The sound of a pipa sounded first, and then a stream of snow-white silk fell from the roof like a pouring galaxy, emitting a soft luster in the light.

On the silk, a graceful figure was dressed in a colorful feathered gown with fluttering sleeves and cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs with gold thread. She wore a long tasseled belt around her waist, dancing lightly in the wind. Her face was covered by a layer of gauze, revealing only a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water. Her gaze seemed to be able to captivate people. She held the silk in her hands and tapped her toes lightly, as if a fairy from heaven had descended to the mortal world.

The music gradually rises, the sound of the pipa is like pearls falling on a jade plate, the sound of the flute is like a breeze blowing on your face, and the dance moves up and down with the music, sometimes like a flying swallow skimming the water, light and agile, and sometimes like a dragon playing with the clouds, gentle and melodious.

As the long sleeves waved, the silk drew graceful arcs in the air, as if a white dragon was circling in the night sky, with the tassels and sleeves interweaving into a flowing picture.

All the guests held their breath and concentrated, with only her figure in their eyes.

Even though Shen Yiwen is already old and has no interest in women anymore, he is still standing next to Shen Cekai at this moment, with a calm face and a hint of surprise... It's nothing but an appreciation of beauty.

Zhao Wumian stood in the crowd and looked up at the pretty figure. No wonder Qingyan could become the most beautiful woman in the capital. Even though her face was covered with a veil and her dress was tight, not an inch of her skin was exposed, her ethereal and aloof temperament made Zhao Wumian, who was used to seeing beauties, feel amazed.

With such an extraordinary temperament, people are more curious about her face under the veil, and they are more and more tempted to invade her, defile her, and bring the fairy down to earth...

Su Qingqi tilted her head to look at him, staring straight at the profile of his face.

Zhao Wumian silently looked away.

Suddenly, the music sounded urgent. Qingyan stood on tiptoe in her snow-white boots and spun slightly. Silk fluttered around her body like a blooming snow lotus. Then she stepped lightly on the tiptoes and the whole person rose into the air. Silk fell like a waterfall, but her figure was frozen in mid-air, like a beautiful painting.

From time to time, the whole place was filled with uncontrollable exclamations. Zhao Wumian didn't even look at her in the crowd. He was whispering to Su Qingqi to prevent his wife from getting angry, but at this moment, something strange happened.

The snow-white silk and satin spread outwards along with the movement of Qingyan, but flew towards Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly and tilted his head to look. All he could see was the snow-white silk. However, with his martial arts skills, it was obviously impossible for his face to be covered by the silk. He casually raised his hand to wave the silk away. However, he never imagined that behind the silk was the otherworldly and fairy-like girl Qingyan.

She flew towards this direction with one arm extended forward. Just as Zhao Wumian raised his hand to lift the silk, his hand was held by her, warm and soft.

Zhao Wumian could sense her movements, and considering that she might be a disciple of Taixuan Palace, he did not push her away, but he did not know what she meant... but Qingyan obviously did not give him time to think.

Her face was vague behind the veil, and her expression could not be seen clearly. She just held Zhao Wumian's hand tightly, suddenly stepped back, and pulled him to the center stage. Then her long boots tapped lightly on the snow-white satin hanging from the sky, as if she was stepping on the Milky Way and flying away.

All the guests were suddenly in an uproar. This was the first time that Zeng Lengyue had experienced this in all those years... In the past, after Qingyan finished dancing, she would just bow and say a few polite words before disappearing into the distance. Why did she pull a man from the crowd today?

Hiss~ This man's face seems a little familiar...

There were many high-ranking officials in the court present, and they all looked at each other, not daring to confirm.

Shen Yiwen's old face froze for a rare moment. This, this... The Marquis said that he had never set foot in such a worldly place before. Who would believe this?
Su Qingqi blinked her beautiful eyes, watching her lover being kidnapped by that prostitute, and was unable to react for a moment... The two of them stood obediently in the crowd, so low-key... But in the blink of an eye, Su Qingqi's heart was filled with rage.

Normally, it’s nothing for the girls to be jealous of each other. They all know each other well and regard each other as sisters in their hearts. But is it your turn as a prostitute to snatch a man?
Bah! Although she doesn't like fighting and just wants to be a good wife and mother behind Zhao Wumian, does she really think she has no temper? If Mu Lier was there, she would have to draw her sword and kill people.

Su Qingqi glared at him, ready to jump up and snatch the person away, but she saw a scene that broke her heart.

Qingyan pulled Zhao Wumian up a few steps on the snow-white silk, and suddenly turned her head to look at him.

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly, but saw the woman in front of him suddenly raise her hand and pull back her veil. Her face and temperament matched her appearance, her skin was like jade, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her lips were as red as cherry blossoms, her eyes were like autumn water, her eyelashes were as long as butterfly wings, and her facial features were impeccable and delicate, as if every part of her was carefully carved by God.

In a trance, Zhao Wumian thought that there really were immortal cultivators in this world, and she was that female immortal cultivator.

But she had tears in her eyes and looked at Zhao Wumian crying, looking so pitiful.

Zhao Wumian felt a chill in his heart, recalling the day when he first met Xiao Yuanmu.

boo~
She leaned over, without any scruples, and offered her soft pink lips in full view of everyone.

The whole audience was in an uproar again, and many people stood up on the spot with looks of disbelief.

The whole house fell into a strange silence. Even the musicians were stunned and stopped what they were doing. Obviously, this was an emergency and they couldn't react.

Until a roar was suddenly heard, the voice was ethereal and pleasant but full of rage.

"Witch, let him go!!"

Su Qingqi's breath was choked and she was almost unable to think. She suddenly flew up with murderous intent.

As a branch of Taixuan Palace, Zeng Lengyue has guards hiding in the dark at all times. Although they are also shocked by Qingyan's actions, they definitely would not allow anyone to cause trouble here.

It is not appropriate to use force in such a secluded place, so they waved their hands to meet the enemy, their dresses fluttering, and they jumped down from the air from all directions. Their martial arts skills were so high that most of the martial artists present were frightened. They thought that with the level of the guards in the building, they could probably set up a sect on their own.

Bang bang bang————

But no matter how strong they were or how many people they came in, Su Qingqi suddenly raised her palm, and the internal energy carried in the palm wind alone made them suddenly fall backwards, and their bodies flew backwards while still in mid-air.

Su Qingqi is now a person who has achieved unity between man and nature. If she were released into the martial arts world, she would be able to kill 99% of the warriors. It's just that she seems inconspicuous because she usually competes with Zhao Wumian for the title of Wu Kung Fu Champion.

Zhao Wumian was also shocked that the most beautiful courtesan in the capital, whom he met for the first time, suddenly gave him a kiss in public. He didn't react for a moment. Although the touch felt good, Su Qingqi was coming at him, and if he didn't react, someone might die. He immediately raised his hand and pushed Qingyan away.

Qing Yan was slightly stunned. She offered a kiss but was rejected in public. If she were an ordinary woman, she would have lost face, her reputation would have been ruined, and she would have been ashamed and angry to death. But she obviously couldn't blame Zhao Wumian. She immediately turned to look at Su Qingqi, her elegant face also filled with murderous intent.

She and her young master are reunited after a long separation, so where did this woman come from to mess things up?

"court death!"

She reluctantly let go of Zhao Wumian's hand, and suddenly moved down, ready to teach Su Qingqi, this ungrateful woman, a lesson she would never forget.

What kind of courtesan, what kind of demeanor, it doesn’t matter at all at this moment.

But Zhao Wumian obviously wouldn't let them fight. After all, it looked like someone might die. He tapped the snow-white silk with his toes and flew down at an even faster speed, blocking the two women before they touched each other. He raised his arms and gently supported them, using his clever strength to easily remove the strength of the two women.

The crimson silk hanging around suddenly spun under the influence of the Qi force, catching the guards who were slapped away by Su Qingqi's palm.

Tear————

The force from the guards tore the silk, but at least it was cushioned and they were not knocked unconscious.

Crumbs of crimson silk flakes danced in the air like flower petals all over the sky, circling around the three people in mid-air. The remaining energy pulled the crimson flakes, forming a huge yin-yang fish shape in the air.

Some Wugongshan disciples wearing Taoist robes who were present suddenly stood up with dazed looks on their faces.

Zhao Wumian grabbed the two girls' arms to stop them from fighting, then landed from mid-air and stood on a high platform in the center of the hall.

The whole audience exclaimed.

"What a beautiful martial arts..."

"This, this is Wei Ming Hou, right?"

"When did he come back from Shu?"

After Zhao Wumian landed, he saw that everyone's eyes were directed at him from all directions, and he felt a rare sense of embarrassment in his heart... It was a martial arts competition, but this was obviously a fire in the backyard. It was deadly to be watched by so many people.

However, he still maintained the nobleness and indifference of a royal prince. He wanted to bow and speak, but as soon as he let go, the murderous auras on both sides suddenly approached, intending to continue beating him in front of him. He hurriedly continued to pull, and said in a clear and impartial voice:

"Well... As you can see, mine, mine, all mine, Miss Qingyan and I also have some..."

Qingyan came back to his senses, worried that Zhao Wumian would be exposed as the boss behind Zeng Lengyue, so it would be better for the two to pretend that they were meeting for the first time, so he interrupted Zhao Wumian and said, "Qingyan is willing to show her true face only because we are attracted to each other. Today is the first time I see you, my Lord... Qingyan believes that we are not only attracted to each other, but also attracted to each other, so I am willing to do this. I apologize for being rude to you all..."

"Are you compatible?" Su Qingqi raised her eyebrows and interrupted the courtesan. If you are compatible, then what am I? "You are attracted by your beauty and you are talking so sweetly? In fact, you just recognized the identity of the young master and tried to curry favor with him, right? You have a good mind."

"Qingyan is a prostitute, and I have never seen him before. I don't know he is Marquis Weiming. Moreover, with my current status, how can I talk about promotion? I only ask for a one-night stand to fulfill my wish..." Qingyan answered coldly, not feeling ashamed at all when she said this.

Qingyan is a prostitute. Not only is she a virgin, but no one has ever seen her true face. She is very clean. But no matter how clean she is, she is still a prostitute and is destined to be of the lowest class. With this identity, she is not suitable to be Zhao Wumian's wife, let alone a concubine. At most, she can be a bed-warming maid.

Therefore, this statement is definitely not true... It is normal for women in brothels to seek a casual romance.

Zhao Wumian's scalp tingled after listening to this. If he continued talking, he was afraid that whatever position Qingyan planned to use to make love with Zhao Wumian would be exposed.

A faint laughter could be heard faintly from the crowd. Zhao Wumian was very sensitive. He looked up and saw Xiao Yuanmu sitting on the fourth-floor terrace, fanning himself and watching the show with a very happy expression.

She obviously brought Zhao Wumian here on purpose to watch such a good show.

I heard in the crowd that Qingyan was not originally going to sing and dance tonight... I guess Xiao Yuanmu sent a letter back by carrier pigeon when he was on the boat, which is why he suffered this disaster when he first arrived in the capital. This woman...

The corner of Zhao Wumian's eye twitched, and without waiting for the two women to continue arguing, he flew up and disappeared in the pavilion in the blink of an eye, leaving only the mess on the ground and the guests looking at each other in confusion.

"Ha ha ha ha----"

In Zeng Lengyue's private room, the door was locked, the teapot and small soft tables were neatly arranged, crimson silk was draped along the wall, and a pleasant laughter came from inside.

Xiao Yuanmu took off her embroidered shoes, revealing pure white silk stockings that reached her ankles. They were faintly visible under her skirt, like small ice cream cones... She lay on her side on the couch, with a round fan covering the lower half of her face. She was laughing so hard that her beautiful big eyes were narrowed into crescents.

Su Qingqi held Zhao Wumian's arm tightly and glared at Qingyan.

Qingyan lowered her eyebrows and had sleepy eyes. She didn't even look at Su Qingqi. She lit some incense in the room, then sat down at the small table, stroking her skirt, and poured tea for Zhao Wumian. She looked very bookish, which made Su Qingqi feel itchy. She thought to herself that he was really good at pretending.

Zhao Wumian sat in front of the small table. She still felt awkward when she recalled it now. She glanced at Xiao Yuanmu who was laughing non-stop and asked helplessly, "You are an interesting woman. Just for such a little fun, you watch your man being kissed by others... is it interesting?"

Xiao Yuanmu was still smiling after hearing that. He just held up his round fan and pointed it at Qingyan. "First, you are not my man. There is no connection between the two of us. Second... she was the one you saved. After Sister Jiu'er left, she also took care of your daily life for a while. She was like your bed-warming maid... I am not narrow-minded enough to be angry with a maid. And you..."

Xiao Yuanmu looked at Su Qingqi, frowned slightly, and put on the airs of a master, "You too, a distinguished young lady of the Su family, my personal disciple, the undisputed young master of Taixuan Palace, why are you angry with Zhao Wumian's bed-warming maid?"

Su Qingqi glared at Xiao Yuanmu, "I didn't know she was the young master's maid before... After all, you left without saying a word, wasn't it just to see this? It's inexplicable, do you like to see the young master being kissed?"

Before he could finish, Su Qingqi suddenly came up, grabbed Zhao Wumian's face and kissed him, even sticking out her tongue.

Chi Chi Chi————

Xiao Yuanmu and Qing Yan's faces froze at the same time.

Xiao Yuanmu stopped smiling and his face gradually became gloomy.

It was nice to be embraced by two stunning women in succession, but now was obviously not the right time. Zhao Wumian had a lot of questions in his mind... but he couldn't help but kiss Miss Su for a while longer before separating, leaving behind a faint thread of water.

Su Qingqi tastes so sweet...

Xiao Yuanmu narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and her expression looked a little dangerous.

Qing Yan withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyebrows and placed a cup of hot tea next to Zhao Wumian. He whispered, "Young Master, you must be tired after the journey. Drink some hot tea first. The Palace Master has sent a letter to explain everything about you."

"Young Master?" Zhao Wumian looked at Xiao Yuanmu, "You are the Palace Master, and I am the Young Master... Is this reasonable?"

Xiao Yuanmu stared at the water stains on his lips, and his mood began to deteriorate. He snorted coldly and said unhappily, "I did it on purpose. Who told you to keep saying that you wanted to be my father since you were a child... If you want to be my father, then I will let all my disciples call you Young Master. You are one generation lower than me, is that okay?"

"…Why are you so boring?"

"Are you qualified to say that to me?"

Zhao Wumian was too lazy to argue with Xiao Yuanmu and looked at Qing Yan again.

Qingyan raised her eyes to look at him and locked gazes with him. Her beautiful eyes were clear but filled with deep affection. If Su Qingqi and Xiao Yuanmu had not been beside them, Zhao Wumian had no doubt that she would have come up to him on the spot.

Most of Zhao Wumian's feelings for the girls were very subtle. For example, Guan Yunshu, Luo Chaoyan and others had never looked at him with such eyes for such a long time. Normally, when they said "I like you", they had to add more hints and metaphors... For a while, Zhao Wumian really couldn't stand this look.

He picked up the teacup, "Did you know that I lost my memory?"

Qing Yan nodded, "The Palace Master has said it all... When the young master came to the capital to steal the red silk of Naraku, he stayed at Zeng Lengyue to scout the area. Qing Yan knows all about your plan. It was us who covered the young master's departure from the capital, but we didn't expect... that the young master would be killed by the people of the Holy Church halfway..."

At the end of his speech, Qingyan's voice became a little colder, and then he secretly glanced at Zhao Wumian's wrist.

He was holding the teacup, and due to gravity, his sleeves moved down a little, revealing a small section of his forearm.

Zhao Wumian didn't notice her look. He thought for a moment and asked, "Oh, I never asked... why did I steal Naraku's red silk?"

Xiao Yuanmu waved his round fan and looked away.

Qingyan answered honestly, "The Palace Master has been in seclusion for many days due to the side effects of his skills, and he might die. The Young Master was worried, and then he heard from someone that the Naraku Red Silk has the effect of 'rewinding', so he wanted to use this as his last trump card to save the Palace Master's life."

Zhao Wumian understood, looked at Xiao Yuanmu, and said with a smile: "I risked my life for you."

Xiao Yuanmu covered his face with a round fan and didn't look at him.

It was a bit cute. Zhao Wumian's heartbeat quickened. He asked again, "Who told me that? Even Wudamu didn't know the effect of 'Retracement'."

Qing Yan shook his head. "Qing Yan doesn't know. In fact, the young master is not always with me. Most of the time, he is traveling alone. Only when he returns to Beijing, Qing Yan has the opportunity to serve the young master..."

Qingyan's voice sounded indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him and he was just a cultivator seeking the truth.

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment, wondering in his heart if he had been betrayed... He got the information from someone, and then was sold to the Holy Church.

Was I stabbed in the back?

Qingyan was still staring at Zhao Wumian, without a trace of girlish shyness.

Su Qingqi couldn't stand her son being looked at like this by another woman, "What are you looking at?"

"Young Master's face." Qing Yan answered honestly.

Su Qingqi's eyes twitched, "Looks good?"

"It looks good. I want to touch it and kiss it."

Su Qingqi took a deep breath. Seeing that the two women seemed to be about to fight again, Zhao Wumian raised his hand and said, "Let me ask you a private question. Have I ever, um..."

"Young Master, do you mean to have sex?" Qing Yan clenched one of his little hands into a fist, and with the other hand raised his fingers and moved them back and forth in his fist.

Su Qingqi was so embarrassed that she turned her eyes away.

Zhao Wumian didn't expect that such an ethereal woman could be so... frank in private, so he nodded silently.

Qing Yan shook his head and glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, "The Palace Master won't allow it."

Zhao Wumian looked at her.

Xiao Yuanmu snorted coldly, "You and I haven't even started dating yet, how can I allow another woman to have sex with you? Do you think I have a good temper? At least you have to wait until the day you and I get married before you have the chance to be your bed-warming maid."

"Then Miss Su..."

"Do you think I want to?" Xiao Yuanmu looked at him coldly.

Zhao Wumian was choked. If he hadn't lost his memory and knew what Xiao Yuanmu was thinking, he would not have sex with a woman so easily... just like Shen Xiangge and a group of Canghua Tower disciples.

If Zhao Wumian really wanted to, she could easily open an IP in the Shen Mansion, but he hasn't given in until now. Isn't that respecting their ideas?
He and Xiao Yuanmu were in love with each other. Since Xiao Yuanmu did not agree, Zhao Wumian would not go to the brothel to listen to music and have fun, and he would probably be busy at that time and not be interested in matters between men and women.

Who among those who live in the underworld wants to fall in love?

Su Qingqi immediately smiled and let out a lot of anger.

"What are you laughing at? Mu Lier is already building the bridge between heaven and earth, but you're still stuck in the unity of man and nature. Is that appropriate? Don't you have a sense of urgency in your heart?" Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Su Qingqi.

Su Qingqi was not afraid at all, and said with a smile: "Young Master is not afraid either... I will wait for the day when you break through, and then I will break through as well, and that will be a good story in the martial arts world."

Xiao Yuanmu's expression became even colder.

Qingyan didn't even look at Xiao Yuanmu and Su Qingqi, still staring straight at Zhao Wumian. A trace of doubt suddenly appeared on her clear and beautiful face, and she asked, "Young Master, don't you feel something strange about your body?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Qingyan stood up, picked up the incense burner, placed it on the small table, and looked up at Zhao Wumian.

At this moment, Zhao Wumian saw her eyes were filled with spring water, and her face was abnormally flushed. "This is the love incense. Knowing that you are a powerful martial artist, Qingyan specially increased the dosage..."

Burning love incense is an aphrodisiac.

Su Qingqi and Xiao Yuanmu were both stunned, but with their martial arts skills, they definitely could not be affected by this small aphrodisiac. They just couldn't help but remain silent. They didn't expect that this little maid would give Zhao Wumian an aphrodisiac as soon as she arrived.

Zhao Wumian has a body that is immune to all poisons, so he definitely won't be affected, but he couldn't help but remain silent after hearing this.

The room was silent for a few seconds before Zhao Wumian silently pointed at Xiao Yuanmu and said, "Didn't your Palace Master disapprove?"

"Didn't the young master lose his memory? If she can do it, why can't Qingyan?" Qingyan pointed at Su Qingqi and bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. "Am I ugly?"

"No, it's just our first meeting..."

"It's just a fleeting romance, so what? Besides, it's not the first time we met." Qingyan looked into Zhao Wumian's eyes, "Qingyan has been with the young master since he was ten years old. At that time, I was sold to this place, and the young master adopted me."

She raised her hand to tuck her hair, and a fresh fragrance filled her nose.

The scent is somewhat strange, yet somewhat familiar.

Ever since Zhao Wumian found out that he had lost his memory, he guessed that he would definitely have romantic debts, but he originally thought that it was only Xiao Yuanmu, and didn't expect there would be others...

Seeing that the aphrodisiac had no effect on Zhao Wumian, Qingyan frowned slightly and then suddenly climbed onto the table.

In the stunned gazes of several people, she sat on the table with her long legs stretched out. Her skirt was very long, but in this posture, nothing could be seen, especially by Zhao Wumian who was facing him.

Facing the wall and thinking.

She was just wearing white pants under her skirt, so you couldn't see anything.

Zhao Wumian's breath was choked, and he saw her staring at him, one hand on the table, the other hand...

If aphrodisiacs don't work, then do it yourself...

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes twitched, but she didn't really care about a little bed-warming maid. Now that things had come to this, she had let it go. As long as Zhao Wumian didn't climb into the Queen Mother's, Luo Chaoyan's bed, her attitude could be considered open-minded. So she shook her fan lightly, got up and left.
"You've been traveling so long, you should rest early. If you want to have sex with her, feel free to do so. She's a virgin anyway."

The demeanor of a great woman.

Xiao Yuanmu was open-minded, but Su Qingqi was obviously unlikely to do so. After all, the two women had just had a fight. Seeing that this woman was so charming, she raised her eyebrows and rushed forward to wrestle with Qingyan.

"Don't seduce my son!"

"That's my young master! I was the one who came here first!"

(End of this chapter)