Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 317 The Emperor's Reward

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The spring rain was drizzling in the dead of night, and the Ming'an Temple was brightly lit.

But it was late at night, and most of the monks and pilgrims passing by deliberately controlled their voices to maintain the tranquility of this important Buddhist place. The only sounds were the footsteps and occasional whispers.

"Fight? You said you provoked Yuan Mu..."

"kindness?"

"…Why do you want to provoke Xiao Yuanmu? She has such a bad temper that she even hits me when she's in a bad mood. If you really make her angry, she might die on the spot."

In a sparsely populated corner of a hall, Zhao Wumian squatted on the ground with his back against the wall, biting a roast chicken and shaking his head helplessly. In fact, he was extremely frightened.

He also didn't expect that Luo Chaoyan would be bold enough to go find Xiao Yuanmu. If Xiao Yuanmu really attacked her in a fit of anger, Zhao Wumian would have no place to regret even if he wanted to. The only way to save her would be to completely master the Red Silk of Naraku after several years and travel through time and space to save her.

Luo Chaoyan held an umbrella, her toes rubbing against the wet bluestone tiles. She stared at the tiles with her eyes downcast. Hearing this, she glanced at Zhao Wumian, "Are you blaming me?"

"…I'm just worried that something might happen to you."

Luo Chaoyan snorted lightly, "If you blame me, I will cry. I was already in a bad mood after being scolded by her... Although I scolded her back harshly."

As she spoke, she clenched her fist and waved it upward, posing as a winner.

Zhao Wumian looked up at her and thought she was cute, but then he noticed her collar and felt sorry for her... Although she was not very young, compared with Miss Su and Princess Xiangzhu of the same age, our Empress Dali still lacked a bit of "majesty".

"What are you looking at!?"

"Your Majesty, do you know genetics? I'm wondering about the impact of genes on your Majesty. Princess Xiangzhu is your cousin, so in the future you may..."

"Don't change the subject. You're obviously looking at my breasts."

"What's the matter with breasts? Your Majesty, please don't say such vulgar words in front of the Buddhist temple. Don't destroy the sanctity of Buddhism."

Luo Chaoyan glared at him, and after maintaining the victorious posture for two seconds, he lowered his hand with a slightly depressed look, sighed softly, and said with a somewhat resentful tone:

"You said she had a bad temper. She really did. I could feel that she wanted to kill me right there, but she just held back..."

She paused and glanced at Zhao Wumian inexplicably, "She endured it for you."

Zhao Wumian didn't say anything, but tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Luo Chaoyan.

"Thank you." Luo Chaoyan felt it was too greasy, so she took out a handkerchief from her arms, wrapped the chicken leg bone with it, and then squatted down to eat with Zhao Wumian.

Fortunately, this place is remote and no one saw them. Otherwise, with Luo Chaoyan's upbringing, she would not squat on the ground to eat like a street wanderer like Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian glanced at her sideways. As she moved, the hem of her skirt was slightly pushed up. Her delicate ankles and a small section of her calf were covered with white silk on the green embroidered shoes. However, at first glance, the white silk was not even as white, tender and smooth as the skin wrapped inside it, as if water would come out if squeezed.

He choked on his breath, "Why are you still wearing this... white silk?"

Luo Chaoyan then realized that Zhao Wumian was looking at her legs, and her gaze turned cold.

Zhao Wumian silently withdrew his gaze.

Luo Chaoyan snorted coldly, rested the umbrella handle on her shoulder, and pulled down the hem of her skirt with her small hands. "This material is quite comfortable, and I think Wei Minghou likes it, so I wanted to wear it for you to see. I'll take it as a reward for solving the Wu Honghua issue..."

"Really? Can I touch it?" Zhao Wumian's tone was full of anticipation.

"Well, it depends on your performance," Luo Chaoyan said jokingly, and then rolled her eyes at him, "But you went to Taixuan Palace for two nights, and you still want a reward? Ask your Xiao Yuanmu if he wants to go."

"Remind me, after I coax you, I still have to coax her."

When Luo Chaoyan heard this, her expression suddenly turned cold. She stood up suddenly, picked up the umbrella handle, pointed the umbrella at Zhao Wumian, and then rotated the oil-paper umbrella, splashing all the water droplets on the umbrella onto him.

"You're saying this before I've even calmed down! You're getting bolder and bolder! Do you really think I won't be angry?!"

"Do we have to be so particular about all this between you and me?" Zhao Wumian put his hands in front of his eyes. Through his fingers, he could see the girl's dress swaying slightly behind the umbrella. She looked bright, lively and full of spirit.

"That's not a reason for you to be angry with me!"

"Your Majesty, please don't shake it off. There's water all over the roast chicken."

"Humph!"

Luo Chaoyan squatted down again, glanced coldly at Zhao Wumian, then took small bites of the chicken leg and stared at the raindrops in front of him.

Neither of them spoke again. The current emperor went to see the Palace Master of Taixuan Palace and was furious. If this news were to get out, all the people in the capital would be unable to sleep and would have to find a way to calm the emperor down. Now that the emperor was before them, they would have to say a lot of nice things or express their loyalty.

But as Zhao Wumian said, there is really no need for this between the two of them.

In his heart, Zhao Wumian didn't regard Luo Chaoyan as an emperor, but only as his girlfriend and little doctor.

In front of Zhao Wumian, Luo Chaoyan didn't treat him as Weiming Hou, nor did she treat herself as the emperor.

The two of them often call each other Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Marquis Weiming, etc., mostly for fun... Who doesn't have a "nickname" for the person they like?

The evening breeze brought fine raindrops slowly, and the branches and leaves of the big locust trees planted in the temple rustled in the wind. Apart from the smell of soil where the raindrops did not penetrate the ground, the nose also had the unique fragrance of ancient wood of the temple.

"By the way, where is Master? Didn't she come to Ming'an Temple with you?" Zhao Wumian thought of Mu Lier and asked.

"She went to find Guan Yunshu. They are probably having a fight right now. Your master is such a great person, but he becomes like a powder keg when Guan Yunshu is mentioned."

"Isn't it the same if you mention Xiao Yuanmu?"

Luo Chaoyan was not angry when she heard this, but thought about it seriously, and then shook her head, "It's different. Xiao Yuanmu hates me, but I don't actually hate her."

Luo Chaoyan calls himself "I", which means he is discussing things from the perspective of the Emperor of Dali.

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly, "I know. After all, that was a grudge between our grandfathers. And it was Emperor Taizu Gao who destroyed the Chen Kingdom, not the Chen Kingdom that destroyed the Li Kingdom... Yuan Mu has a grudge against you, but you don't have a grudge against her."

Luo Chaoyan sighed softly, "Yes, my father and mother were not killed by the Taixuan Palace, and no one close to me died because of the Taixuan Palace. Of course, there is no need to hate someone you have never met before, but after seeing her tonight, I can see that her hatred is not shallow."

Zhao Wumian thought about it, then smiled and said, "That being said, many people in the court must have died because of her... Your Majesty, do you really not hate her? If this word gets out, some people in the court will probably be disheartened."

"You don't mind watching the fun, right? You just want to see me and Xiao Yuanmu fight to the death." Luo Chaoyan glared at him.

"I wish you two could get along, and I think about it all the time, every day and every night."

Luo Chaoyan didn't say anything else. After finishing the chicken leg in his hand, he wrapped the chicken bones with a handkerchief and prepared to put it in his arms. He was thinking about taking the garbage away after leaving. Hou Zhao Wumian raised his hand and opened his palm.

Luo Chaoyan glanced at him and handed him the handkerchief wrapped in the chicken bone.

Zhao Wumian took out the chicken bones, recovered some of his internal energy, and in the blink of an eye, turned the chicken bones into powder, which was scattered by the wind. Then he calmly put Luo Chaoyan's handkerchief into his sleeve.

Luo Chaoyan glanced at Zhao Wumian's small action of quietly collecting the handkerchief, then silently withdrew her gaze, did not stop him, just sighed lightly, and continued:

"You said that my idea might disappoint the people in the court, but there is no other way. It is impossible to have both in this world. Rather than making things difficult for you, it is better to disappoint them... I also have selfish motives. I only want to consider those who are close to me."

Zhao Wumian glanced at Luo Chaoyan.

Luo Chaoyan pressed her oil-paper umbrella downwards, covering her profile, leaving only her delicate white chin visible to Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian knew that Luo Chaoyan felt that these words were too "explicit" and was shy...Compared to women like Shen Xiangge, Qingyan, and the Queen Mother, Luo Chaoyan was essentially very classical and conservative.

She would not make dirty jokes like the Queen Mother, nor would she play around with him as a "girlfriend" like Shen Xiangge, and she would not look at him with affectionate eyes like Qing Yan.

To her, these words were probably tantamount to expressing her true feelings.

"I really envy you. To His Majesty, you and I are naturally the closest, but to me, whether it's Your Majesty or Xiao Yuanmu, we are very close and have very strong feelings..."

"Zhao Wumian."

"kindness?"

"You're taking advantage of me and still acting ungrateful, aren't you?" Luo Chaoyan still shielded her face with the umbrella, but her tone already sounded a little dangerous.

"No, I just think your majesty's heartbeat is probably very fast right now. If I don't find a way to change the subject, your majesty will faint..."

Luo Chaoyan clenched her fist and punched Zhao Wumian on the shoulder, "Shut up."

"Oh."

The two stopped talking, but the atmosphere between them was not awkward.

When Zhao Wumian was unconscious, he met Su Qingqi and Luo Chaoyan. The three of them fought their way out of Jin. They had a deep relationship and trusted each other. Today, as Zhao Wumian said, there is really no need for them to care about trivial matters.

Luo Chaoyan was not worried that Zhao Wumian would really join Xiao Yuanmu in becoming rebels. She was only worried about how difficult it would be for Zhao Wumian to be caught in the middle. Therefore, when she came to talk to him about this matter, she only said that she had been wronged and felt sad, instead of forcing Zhao Wumian to show his loyalty and stand on his side.

Zhao Wumian was not worried that Luo Chaoyan would be suspicious of him, and he would not deliberately find any topics to liven up the atmosphere when they were together.

It's like discussing foreign affairs with the whole family...we are one family and we shouldn't have different opinions.

Zhao Wumian was chewing the roast chicken, lost in thought as he thought of this. In his heart, he was thinking of Shen Xiangge… He was always honest with Shen Xiangge, which was actually the case with his relationship with Luo Chaoyan.

Although Shen Xiangge often scolded him for being naive, Shen Xiangge should have been influenced by him to some extent, right? I don't know when I can tell him the secret in my heart.

Time passed slowly, and neither of them spoke. Zhao Wumian finished eating the roast chicken, folded the oil paper and put it in his arms, then asked:

"Your Majesty, you are a woman, so I want to ask you a private question. Is there such clothing in the capital? The kind that is worn under a skirt, but it is not thin pants, but a few pieces of thin, slightly loose fabric."

Luo Chaoyan was listening very seriously at first, but then she looked at Zhao Wumian expressionlessly with a perverted look in her eyes, "Can you please stop saying such embarrassing things in front of me? Don't you know that I'm not married yet?"

"You are His Majesty, so you must know a lot. And don't get me wrong, this is not for you to wear. It's because Xiao Yuanmu has the side effects of her martial arts, and now she doesn't even have a suitable private clothing. Once it gets bigger, the thin pants will be torn..."

Luo Chaoyan stood up and left without waiting for Zhao Wumian to finish speaking... She really couldn't stand Zhao Wumian talking about this topic all the time.

Zhao Wumian laughed, stood up and followed Luo Chaoyan, "I just had a fight with Gui Yuan, I am exhausted and seriously injured... But this can be considered a meritorious service."

"I'll help you heal your wounds, okay?" Luo Chaoyan looked back at Zhao Wumian with both amusement and helplessness, slowed down her pace, waited for Zhao Wumian to catch up, and shared an umbrella with him... Although Zhao Wumian's clothes were still wet, it didn't matter whether he got wet in the rain or not.

"Hey, isn't this as it should be? Back then at Phoenix Mountain in Xiaoxitian, His Majesty said that even if you become the emperor in the future, you will still heal my wounds... Is this considered a reward? I don't want His Majesty to be accused of not distinguishing between rewards and punishments."

As he spoke, Luo Chaoyan suddenly stopped and glanced sideways at the hall beside him with a curious look.

Zhao Wumian also stopped and looked sideways. There was a golden Buddha statue enshrined in the hall. Most of the people who came to worship were young girls dressed in youthful clothes, obviously seeking marriage.

Luo Chaoyan did not believe in Buddhism, but he recognized a few girls... Most of them were daughters of high-ranking officials in the imperial court, and Luo Chaoyan had met them at the Banquet of All Nations.

She shook her head. She didn't expect that with their status, they would come to ask for marriage at this time... But it was true. The more noble their status was, the harder it was for them to decide their own marriage.

Luo Chaoyan thought of herself, glanced at Zhao Wumian calmly, and then saw Zhao Wumian reaching out his hand to her.

Luo Chaoyan blinked and looked at him in confusion, "What?"

"Give us some money and we'll worship you too."

Luo Chaoyan chuckled, "Why should the two of us worship? It's okay for you and Guan Yunshu to go and worship, but I don't believe in Buddhism. I didn't even think of worshipping in Xiaoxitian when I first came here."

"How come you don't understand romance at all? Since you don't believe in Buddhism, this must be your first time. I want your first time."

There were many people here, so both of them were careful with their words and didn't reveal their identities.

Luo Chaoyan rolled her eyes at Zhao Wumian. She didn't seem angry when she heard that. She just shook her head and said, "Your words are too vulgar. I wanted to go with you out of kindness, but now I don't want to..."

Before she finished her words, Zhao Wumian grabbed her arm and stuffed a few silver bills into the hands of the monks standing in front of the hall.

The monk was an old man, actually he was Lao Deng who was a pimp for the ladies in Beijing. He still remembered Zhao Wumian, and when he saw him bringing a woman over this time, he immediately showed a look of understanding... It turned out that he was already taken, no wonder he looked down on those ladies.

Of course he didn't like it. With the emperor by his side, who would like those vulgar women? However, the monk must not know Luo Chaoyan's identity. Not everyone is qualified to meet the emperor.

Luo Chaoyan was pulled by Zhao Wumian to kneel down on the cushion in front of the Buddha statue. Zhao Wumian excitedly took out a few incense sticks and handed them to her.

Luo Chaoyan took it reluctantly, but she actually found it interesting... Believe it or not, which woman doesn't want her and her lover's relationship to be affirmed? Even if it's affirmed by a Buddha statue?
Of course, if this Buddha statue dared to be unsure, Luo Chaoyan would order it to be demolished, and they had paid the incense money!

"By the way, where did you get the money?" Luo Chaoyan lit the incense by the fire in front of the Buddha statue. Suddenly, he remembered something and looked at Zhao Wumian.

"Some ladies wanted me to be a fertility-giving Bodhisattva, and stuffed the 'prostitution money' into my pocket... I didn't keep a single cent of it, I just gave it all away." After explaining, Zhao Wumian silently added in his heart... Anyway, even if he gave it away, it would be Xiao Xitian's money, and that would be Guan Yunshu's, so it would still be his money after rounding it off.

Luo Chaoyan seemed too lazy to pay attention to him and stopped talking. Although she said that she did not believe in Buddhism, she still looked at the Buddha statue in front of her and worshiped it seriously.

Originally, her relationship with Zhao Wumian was a natural progression, a long-term process, and she could just let it go, but at this moment, Xiao Yuanmu suddenly appeared, and she was standing in the way...

Luo Chaoyan was not afraid of Xiao Yuanmu, but she also knew that Xiao Yuanmu would definitely try to stop her and Zhao Wumian's relationship in every way. Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu were not without feelings, so it was impossible for him not to consider Xiao Yuanmu's feelings.

As for this kind of thing between men and women, Luo Chaoyan has to be willing, and Zhao Wumian must do the same. In Luo Chaoyan's opinion, even the slightest bit of grudge in their hearts is unacceptable.

But Xiao Yuanmu, ah...

The girl was feeling troubled, but she heard Zhao Wumian beside her also lighting incense and worshiping seriously, saying something like he hoped everything would go well between him and Luo Chaoyan.

Luo Chaoyan nodded slightly in her heart, feeling quite satisfied, and then she heard the guy beside her whispering the names of 'Guan Yunshu, Shen Xiangge, Xiao Yuanmu' and others.

Luo Chaoyan immediately got angry and chased after Zhao Wumian with her fists, "You philandering rotten peach blossom!"

Zhao Wumian smiled and dodged... When Luo Chaoyan was angry, tears in her eyes and her pretty face was slightly red, she was so adorable.

Returning to the wing room that Guan Yunshu had previously cleaned for Zhao Wumian, the yellow light was dim, and on the small table there was a piece of calming incense specially lit by Guan Yunshu. There was smoke curling in the air, and a drizzle was falling outside the house.

Zhao Wumian obediently took off his clothes, lay on the couch, and let Luo Chaoyan give him acupuncture.

There were healing supplies prepared by Guan Yunshu in advance in the house, but she seemed to be entangled by Mu Lier and had not returned until now.

"Will the nun and the master kill each other?" Zhao Wumian sounded a little worried.

Luo Chaoyan sat on the edge of the soft couch, her buttocks forming a breathtaking arc, which stood out against her simple and elegant dress... God is indeed fair. The Empress of Dali is not satisfactory in some aspects, but she is born very well in some aspects.

"Don't you know your master? At most, he will bully her by relying on his bridge to heaven and earth, but he won't really hurt her. You should worry about yourself." Luo Chaoyan felt Zhao Wumian's pulse, and said with a gloomy heart:
"Is Gui Yuan so powerful? Most of your muscles are strained, and you have also suffered serious internal injuries. It is impossible for you to recover without half a month of rest..."

"It's not that exaggerated. I know a healing technique. Once my internal energy is restored, I will naturally recover... About three or four days will be enough."

"There is a jade suit in the palace..."

"Forget it. If I really use the Qingying Jade Cloth, how can His Majesty heal me?"

Luo Chaoyan was amused and slowly gave Zhao Wumian acupuncture. "Do you think you are the King of Yan? Those were the means he used to pursue the Princess of Yan decades ago. Your trick may still work on my cousin. After all, she and the Princess of Yan are mother and daughter..."

Zhao Wumian lay on the couch, and from the corner of his eye he saw the buttocks of Luo Chaoyan being squeezed out from under her skirt. He was immediately attracted to it and began to feel that his injuries were not that serious, and he still had some strength...

He suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth and silently looked away... Luo Chaoyan and Xiao Yuanmu had just had a big fight, and they must be in a bad mood, so it would be better for him not to say too many dirty words.

But from Luo Chaoyan's perspective, she would definitely not be able to hide any of Zhao Wumian's actions from her.

She was not angry, she just sat to the side on the couch, and then, as if to make herself comfortable, she lifted one leg and bent it, placing it on the couch. Her sitting posture was a little lazy and not very elegant, so her skirt was lifted up, revealing the small section of her calf and delicate ankle wrapped in white silk again.

Zhao Wumian was very disappointed but couldn't help but look a few more times.

"Do you want to touch it?" Luo Chaoyan's voice suddenly came, and Zhao Wumian's heart skipped a beat.

He has always been candid and speaks his mind honestly.

"think."

Luo Chaoyan narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly, and for some reason, there was a hint of inexplicable smile on her face. She said to Zhao Wumian in a gentle and persuasive manner:
"I am the Emperor of Dali. You are a marquis of Weiming, a minister, and even a rebel of Taixuan Palace. You have always wanted to overthrow my empire... but now you want to flirt with me. Do you think it's appropriate?"

The more Luo Chaoyan spoke, the drier Zhao Wumian's mouth became.

The current identities of the two are indeed very exciting...

"No matter what I did before, I have at least made a contribution now, right?"

Zhao Wumian found that he had less and less self-control in front of the girl he liked. His eyes moved from her white silk calves to the graceful curve formed by her hips and waist. The more he looked, the more itchy he felt, and he had the urge to hug the woman in front of him tightly in his arms.

"Achieve merit..." Luo Chaoyan muttered these two words in a low voice, but her movements did not slow down at all. She continued to slowly insert needles into his body, and said lightly: "Just for this, I will reward you with my own body? Am I that kind of frivolous woman?"

Zhao Wumian felt that if Luo Chaoyan really didn't want to, she wouldn't say these words at this moment, but would scold him with a red face...

"And I covet your majesty's beauty... Isn't it said that rewards and punishments should be clearly distinguished to reward us, the ministers, with what we want most in our hearts?"

Luo Chaoyan patted Zhao Wumian's shoulder with her small hand, but she was laughing, "What do you mean by coveting my beauty? That's too vulgar!"

"I speak from the heart, even if it's vulgar, I don't want to deceive Your Majesty."

"You shouldn't have lied to me, otherwise you would be deceiving the emperor." Luo Chaoyan replied casually, then put away the needle bag and carefully took Zhao Wumian's pulse. Then he smiled and asked playfully like a fox, "Do you really want to touch it?"

Zhao Wumian suspected that Luo Chaoyan was teasing him on purpose as revenge for him saying so many girls' names when he was paying homage just now... He was very familiar with this plot, as the current imperial teacher often thought of ways to retaliate against him in this way.

This master and disciple pair share the same petty-mindedness.

So Zhao Wumian answered without much hope, "Thanks to me, I was able to capture Gui Yuan, and I also learned that Commander Xu might have been surrounded and killed... Commander Xu was in such a dangerous situation, if he was a little slower, something might have happened. I saved Commander Xu's life... Isn't it enough for Your Majesty to reward me with something?"

"Okay, then you can touch it."

Zhao Wumian thought that Luo Chaoyan still wouldn't allow it and was about to make another excuse, so he was silent for two seconds before he suddenly reacted and looked at Luo Chaoyan in surprise. With her conservative personality, would she really let Zhao Wumian touch her before getting married?
impossible……

Luo Chaoyan and Zhao Wumian looked at each other, and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Didn't you want to touch it? Why are you standing there in a daze now...Are you scared?"

As she spoke, Luo Chaoyan moved the leg that was resting on the couch upwards again, causing the hem of her skirt to move up again, all the way to her knees, revealing an entire section of her slender and graceful calf.

Just this slight movement made Zhao Wumian's heart skip a beat again... He knew that Luo Chaoyan was conservative, and in fact, he had no hope of being intimate with her before getting married.

But the more hopeless he was before, the hotter his heart became at this moment.

Luo Chaoyan had said this, so he certainly wouldn't say anything more. He slowly extended his hand. As for whether Luo Chaoyan was teasing him...

In fact, it was probably just a teasing to him, but Zhao Wumian was happy with it and treated it as playing with his girlfriend.

He stretched out his hand slowly. Luo Chaoyan looked at his outstretched hand. Her face seemed calm, but her heart was actually in her throat.

Snapped----

The room was extremely quiet; the subtle sound of Zhao Wumian's hand touching Luo Chaoyan's calf was even heard by both of them.

Didn’t hide?!
The palm of my hand felt the unique frosted touch of stockings... This white silk was made by Jinxiufang, and the workmanship was extremely fine. In fact, there was no rough frosted feeling at all. It was just because Luo Chaoyan's skin was too tender and smooth, and in contrast, the white silk seemed rough to the touch...

Zhao Wumian was extremely surprised and looked at Luo Chaoyan.

Luo Chaoyan felt the warmth of Zhao Wumian's palm on her calf, and her face turned red uncontrollably, but she seemed to really want to reward Zhao Wumian and did not dodge. Seeing Zhao Wumian's surprised look, she quickly looked away and looked at the soothing incense on the small table, her cheeks red as if dripping with blood.

"Your Majesty, your legs are so hot..." Zhao Wumian could feel that Luo Chaoyan was extremely embarrassed at the moment and her whole body was burning.

"Shut up! I only give you three breaths..." Luo Chaoyan's voice trembled a little, and Zhao Wumian's heart began to itch when he heard it.

The current emperor, the Empress of Dali, wore white silk and let him touch her legs at will...

Zhao Wumian's breathing inevitably became rapid, and his hands slowly moved down, then down again, pinching and kneading.

As he moved, Luo Chaoyan was trembling visibly.

For a girl like her who was extremely conservative, this move stirred her heart all the time.

But the more she did so, the more intense the inhuman comfort that Zhao Wumian felt in his heart became.

Not to mention her identity, the fact that the woman in front of him was the girl he liked was reason enough.

Throughout history, how many people have liked someone who also happened to like them?

Snap————

Zhao Wumian's hand reached down and took off Luo Chaoyan's green embroidered shoes. The shoes fell to the ground with a click, which made Luo Chaoyan's delicate body tremble. Then she realized that her little feet were held in the palm of a big hand and were being played with carefully.

Although Luo Chaoyan was very familiar with Zhao Wumian, she obviously didn't know that he had such a habit. There was a bit of surprise and trembling in her eyes. Then she saw Zhao Wumian's hand playing with it for a few seconds and then began to slide up along the milk column.

He did not place his palm on the white silk calf, but instead used one finger to rub the skin and slowly slide it upwards.

"Itchy..." Luo Chaoyan twisted her legs unnaturally.

Zhao Wumian raised his head to look at her, and Luo Chaoyan's beautiful eyes were already filled with tears.

It's raining outside, it's spring rain.

The beautiful female empress in the room was also sweating, which was also a sign of spring.

Zhao Wumian felt an impulse.

Luo Chaoyan understood what he meant, but suddenly raised her hand and slapped his hand away, her expression cold, "It's time."

Zhao Wumian blinked his eyes, his expression extremely embarrassed, "I would like to..."

Before he finished speaking, the empress in front of him suddenly came forward.

boo——

The hem of Luo Chaoyan's skirt was lifted up to her thighs, and one of her beautiful legs in white silk was still exposed and placed on the couch. She supported herself on the couch with both hands and actually bent down on her own initiative.

It was obviously Luo Chaoyan's first time, and she used too much force, causing her forehead to collide with Zhao Wumian. Zhao Wumian must be fine, but she probably had a buzzing head.

But Zhao Wumian had no energy to think about these details, and the shock in his heart was not worth mentioning... Why would Luo Chaoyan take the initiative to do this?

Shouldn't he take the initiative?
But this touch feels so comfortable... Luo Chaoyan's red lips are soft and moist...

Before Zhao Wumian had the time to savor it or take any further steps, he felt a sudden pain on his lips and a taste of blood in his mouth.

Luo Chaoyan suddenly pushed him away, her red lips stained with blood, looking extremely charming.

She smiled softly, but the smile was a little dark, "Xiao Yuanmu treats you like a treasure, so I have to touch you... When she sees the wound on your mouth, she will be so angry that she will die."

As she spoke, Luo Chaoyan wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand, and covered her painful forehead with her other hand. Although she was very ashamed in her heart, she maintained her calmness and majesty on her face, and smiled at Zhao Wumian.

The smile is somewhat similar to Zi Yi's... Both women have tasted his blood, they are indeed master and disciple...

Hiss, that's not right!

"My blood is poisonous!" Zhao Wumian said hurriedly without even bothering to savor the taste.

"Huh?" Luo Chaoyan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly everything went dark and he fell on the couch.

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