Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 321: Zhao Wumian, the Capital's No. Flower Thief
"Hey, Master Jun, wasn't this account checked last month?"

"Don't worry, if there was no problem last time, I won't make things difficult for you this time, unless you have something to hide."

"Haha, Jun Ye is really good at joking..."

The imperial guards marched through the streets and alleys of the capital, causing the common people to remain silent. They wondered why it seemed that the city was no longer peaceful as soon as Marquis Wei Ming returned to the capital.

According to Dali's previous practices, the annual tax review is usually concentrated in autumn and December, but the situation this year is special, so it has been postponed. Therefore, it is reasonable for Luo Chaoyan to vent his anger with this excuse, just to conclude the review and supervision of last year's annual tax.

However, this sudden investigation actually uncovered quite a few people who evaded and avoided taxes, which was an unexpected surprise.

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Outside Kunning Palace, a bird landed on a branch in the courtyard, shaking its head, looking for insects to eat.

The east had already turned white. The doors and windows of Kunning Palace were locked, and the crimson curtains were drawn. It was a little dark and gray in appearance. Only the faint sound of even and subtle breathing could be heard from inside the palace.

The Empress Dowager had few entertainment activities in the palace in previous years, so she just wanted to sleep in. Normally, Luo Chaoyan should have come to Kunning Palace to pay her respects before the morning court, but the Empress Dowager herself couldn't get up, so this rule was relaxed.

There were only mother and daughter in the royal family living in the palace, so they were naturally more casual in their dealings.

Outside the phoenix bed curtains, Lian Xue had already been dressed neatly and was standing outside the tent, quietly waiting for the Queen Mother to wake up.

For some reason, the Queen was very tired last night and kept getting up in the middle of the night to drink water. Now it seems that she will sleep until noon, and even the Emperor would not dare to disturb her.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the palace, which frightened Lian Xue so much that her delicate body trembled. She glanced at the phoenix bed in panic and hurried to open the door. She saw a little palace maid who came from nowhere. She lowered her voice and scolded, "The queen is still resting, why are you knocking on the door?"

"Lian Xue?" The Queen Mother's voice came from the hall. Her tone was calm, but Lian Xue, who knew the Queen Mother well, still heard some dissatisfaction from her tone. She felt panic in her heart. The Queen must be annoyed.

The Queen Mother was used to sleeping naked, with not a single piece of clothing on. Her snow-white arms stretched out from the quilt and touched her forehead. Her hair was a little messy, and her eyes were staring blankly at the top of the curtain. She felt sore all over.

Yesterday, Zhao Wumian indulged himself in masturbation and oral sex, but it made the Queen Mother suffer. She got up in the middle of the night and drank water so many times... There was no way, she lost too much water.

Now that her deep sleep had been disturbed, the Queen Mother was naturally upset.

She glanced to the side and saw a crack in the hall, and the rising sun shone in from outside. Even with the curtains blocking her eyes, she found it extremely dazzling. She couldn't help but cover her eyes with the back of her hand, feeling even more unhappy.

Lian Xue quickly pulled the little palace maid to admit her mistake.

The little palace maid was also very scared, and said tremblingly: "It was the Marquis Weiming who sent me here..."

"Weiming Hou?" The Queen Mother's annoyance was swept away, and her expression became a little more friendly. She sat up from the phoenix bed and pulled up the quilt to block in front of her, "Come here."

The little maid was afraid that the Queen Mother was still angry, so she knelt and moved forward.

"I am not angry, come here quickly." The Queen Mother urged.

The little palace maid stood up and ran to the outside of the curtain and knelt down.

The Queen Mother spoke to the young maid across the curtain in a friendly tone, "What did the Marquis Weiming tell you?"

The little maid didn't dare to raise her head. She just thought the Queen Mother's voice was very pleasant, so she answered honestly, "I don't know why Marquis Weiming came to the palace this morning. He came to Kunning Palace, but before he entered the door, he knew that the Queen Mother was still resting, so he left the palace to investigate the case."

The Queen Mother raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the figure kneeling on the ground through the curtain. "He only asked you to spread this message?"

"No, after the Marquis left Kunning Palace, he passed by the Imperial Garden and picked up a peony and asked me to give it to the Queen Mother."

The little palace maid carefully took out a peony from her sleeve. It was still covered with dew and mud, and many of its petals had fallen off. It was obviously not beautiful.

"Pick? Not pick?"

As the Queen Mother spoke, she stretched out a small snow-white wrist from the curtain, took the peony flower, and looked at it with a puzzled expression... This flower is not beautiful either. Not only is it dirty, but many petals have fallen off.

The little maid continued to answer:
"The Marquis said that a swallow picked up the flower from the ground to build its nest. He stood aside and watched for a long time, thinking that the swallow was really stupid. It used the flower to build its nest because it was afraid of not being discovered. But then he thought, no matter how stupid the swallow is, it will build a nest in the palace in spring and will go south in autumn to spend the winter..."

"…she is much freer than the Empress Dowager, so he picked up the flower and gave it to the Empress Dowager, so that the Empress Dowager can also be a stupid swallow. When autumn comes, he will definitely take the Empress Dowager out of the capital to play again, and she can also be a free swallow again."

The empress dowager was stunned, as if she saw Zhao Wumian wearing a white robe, holding a sword, standing in the palace and looking up at the swallows building their nests.

She was in a trance for a few seconds, and then she smiled unconsciously, "Since I entered the palace, I have received countless gifts during festivals and holidays... but none of them can make me happier than what the Marquis said."

The little maid didn't dare to say anything more about the Queen Mother and Marquis Weiming, and continued, "The Marquis also said that he might not be able to meet the Queen Mother's request in this lifetime, but he would think of other ways."

"Really? You're so greedy." The Queen Mother chuckled, "Go down and get your reward from Lian Xue."

"Thank you, Queen Mother..."

What did the Queen Mother ask of Zhao Wumian? She must like her more than Xiao Yuanmu.

Zhao Wumian couldn't satisfy her, so he said he would think of another way. What? Make the Queen Mother like him more than anything else, until she likes him so much that she compromises for him and stops confronting Xiao Yuanmu.

The Queen Mother was so intelligent that she understood what Zhao Wumian meant even though he spoke so implicitly.

However, it is really embarrassing for the Queen Mother to still be thinking about these likes and dislikes at her age.

So she stopped thinking about it and just brought the peony to her nose... The ordinary, even dirty peony filled the empress dowager's heart with tenderness.

Detective Department.

Now that Chief Inspector Su is not in Beijing, Zhao Wumian is the undisputed boss of the Detective Department. He ordered an investigation and the detectives took action immediately, not daring to delay. For a moment, the Detective Department became much quieter.

"Mr. Qin San died at the hands of Meng Po. I'm sorry that I couldn't help Senior Song find out what happened during my trip to Shu."

In the courtyard, Zhao Wumian raised his forearm lightly and placed it on the hilt of the knife behind his waist, speaking with a hint of helplessness.

Song Yun walked beside Zhao Wumian and smiled. "What happened in the past is over. After all, it is a long time ago and it is indeed difficult to investigate. It's okay as long as you are fine. Now you are the leader of the sword. Jiu'er will definitely be happy if he knows..."

The two walked towards a side room, and Zhao Wumian continued:

"I have a partnership with Canghua Tower. According to Lady Canghua, Third Master Qin finally joined the Western Region Holy Church. It is clear that he still has an unclear relationship with the Holy Church. Logically speaking, the person who assassinated Emperor Taizu Gao and made Senior take the blame is probably also related to the Holy Church. I will go to the Western Region to investigate. There will always be gains."

As Zhao Wumian spoke, he glanced at Song Yun. When they first met, she had white hair due to the torture she suffered in the dungeon. Now, two months later, she looked much younger, and at first glance, she looked like a woman in her forties.

The vitality of the unity of man and nature is indeed well-deserved. Zhao Wumian estimated that even if he did not communicate with the bridge of heaven and earth, it would not be a problem for him to live peacefully to about a hundred years old.

Song Yun smiled softly. She had long stopped forcing that matter, but Zhao Wumian was determined to get to the bottom of it for her. She was happy in her heart, so she asked, "Are you going to investigate Tong Congdao recently?"

"There are many doubts about the Recluse's Scabbard. Only by finding him can we compare it with Gui Yuan's statement."

Song Yun recalled for a moment, and then said: "Tong Congdao is not much older than Mo Jingxue. They knew each other when they were young. They were both extremely talented. At that time, I was known as the best swordsman in the martial arts world, followed by Mo Jingxue and Tong Congdao... and Yangshe Congyun was not well-known at that time, and was still in a gang in Shu."

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is Tong Congdao so fierce?"

"Tong Congdao's ancestral home was in Jiangyou. His parents were killed by a group of mountain bandits. He later begged on the streets and after several rounds of hard work, he became a disciple of Wugong Mountain... It was there that he met Mo Jingxue." Song Yun was a well-known figure in the martial arts world. He was also the target of Mo Jingxue's pursuit when he was young, so he knew a lot of old stories. He continued:
"That was in the seventeenth year of Hong Tian, ​​right? You were not yet born, and Jiu'er had just turned seventeen. Tong Congdao and Mo Jingxue were both disciples of Wugong Mountain, and they were brothers in the same sect. At the time, they were known as the 'Yin and Yang Twins', which shows their talent...

...Later, Mo Jingxue was the first to betray his master and defected to Huanzhen Pavilion. Tong Congdao was ordered to hunt him down. The two 'Yin and Yang twins' chased each other for several years. This is also a well-known feud in the martial arts world."

Zhao Wumian frowned, "Why did Tong Congdao also rebel against Wugong Mountain? Is he planning to play 'Brotherhood'?"

Song Yun smiled and said, "That's partly the reason. Although the relationship between Tong Congdao and Mo Jingxue is good, the root cause is that Tong Congdao is too competitive.

Back in Wugong Mountain, Mo Jingxue was superior to him. After Mo Jingxue defected, Tong Congdao hunted him down countless times, but he was always one step behind. As time went by, everyone in the martial arts world knew that Tong Congdao was not as good as Mo Jingxue. "

"Afterwards, I don't know what Mo Jingxue said to Tong Congdao, and Tong Congdao followed him to become a disciple of Zhuang Banxian, the then Pavilion Master of Huanzhen Pavilion... He didn't want to kill Mo Jingxue, he just wanted to compete with Mo Jingxue for the position of Pavilion Master and suppress him for the rest of his life."

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly. It was obvious that these two people had a good relationship. He estimated that even if Tong Congdao really wanted to kill Mo Jingxue, he would not be able to do it.

"Zhuang Banxian is the former head of Huanzhen Pavilion... I've never heard of this person."

Song Yun shook his head. "I don't know. At least when I was still in the martial arts world, Zhuang Banxian was still active... Let's talk about Tong Congdao. In the end, you also know that he is not the leader of Huanzhen Pavilion. But after I was released from prison, I heard that he was given the title of the first flower thief in the martial arts world. At least in this regard, Mo Jingxue is far inferior to him."

Zhao Wumian pondered for a few minutes, shook his head slightly, pushed open the door of the wing room, and a smell of blood mixed with the smell of medicine hit him in the face. Gui Yuan was wrapped in white cloth, sitting on a chair, flipping through the book he had requested from the Detective Department.

The title of the book is "Complete Collection of Dali Poems and Lyrics".

Seeing the two people pushing the door open, Gui Yuan didn't even raise his head, but said calmly: "I didn't violate the Great Li Law. Marquis Wei Ming put me under house arrest in the Detective Department without telling anyone. If it gets out, the followers in Jianghu will probably be dissatisfied with the court."

Zhao Wumian smiled slightly, "Master Guiyuan is so seriously injured, and Tong Congdao is hiding in the capital for some unknown reason. Everyone in the martial arts world knows that Huanzhen Pavilion and Wugong Mountain are enemies, so this marquis is not putting him under house arrest, but protecting him."

"Do you believe this?"

"Just tell the public that it's fine." Zhao Wumian didn't go into the house, but leaned against the door with his arms folded. "I want to arrest Tong Congdao. He was a disciple of Wugong Mountain in his early years. Does Taoist Guiyuan have any opinions?"

"You put me under house arrest, and you still want me to give you advice?"

"Just asking casually, I just thought of a solution."

"tell me the story."

"None of your business."

Gui Yuan's eyes twitched and he took a deep breath. With Zhao Wumian's mouth, if he were to join Wugong Mountain, he would probably anger the entire sect in a few days.

He snorted coldly, "You want to ask him about his time in Wugong Mountain? No way. But after he joined Huanzhen Pavilion, he did help us with one thing out of our past friendship."

"Tell me?"

"It's none of your business." Gui Yuan smiled complacently.

Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "How about I give you a poem after that?"

Gui Yuan glanced at the book in his hand, then looked at Zhao Wumian, "Can you write poetry?"

"No, but I can copy it. If I read a doggerel, you can also humiliate me in poetry and song."

Gui Yuan held the white cloth and gently stroked the few strands of goatee on his face that leaked out from the gaps in the cloth. He found it interesting and said the truth:

"That happened in the fourteenth year of Jingzheng. Almost four years ago, Tong Congdao had a grudge against the then Empress Canghua, Yan Rongfei, and deliberately revealed her information to us..."

Zhao Wumian frowned, "Plotting against his fellow disciples? Can Mo Jingxue keep him?"

Gui Yuan shrugged, "You don't understand Mo Jingxue. He treats his subordinates like a parasite. Even if Tong Congdao attacks him one day, he won't care. But according to the sect's principles of Huanzhen Pavilion, if he is unhappy with you, he will do everything he can to get you.
If you can kill your fellow disciples, you are considered capable, as long as you can withstand the revenge afterwards. Do you think Yan Rongfei has never plotted against Tong Congdao?"

"This sect has no rules at all. It's strange that it didn't fall apart on the spot."

Gui Yuan laughed loudly, "Mo Jingxue is the rule. As long as he is still here, Huanzhen Pavilion will not be disbanded. Your Majesty, don't worry about this."

Zhao Wumian recalled that he had never heard Lady Canghua mention Yan Rongfei, so he asked, "Did you kill Yan Rongfei?"

Gui Yuan shook his head. “My senior brother and I joined forces to encircle and suppress her, but we only managed to severely injure her and she fled… We don’t know what happened afterwards, but a few months later, Lady Canghua reappeared in the martial arts world. Perhaps Yan Rongfei had recovered from her injuries, or perhaps she passed on her skills to her disciple before her death, allowing him to inherit her legacy and continue to walk the martial arts world. But there is one thing that must be mentioned…”

Gui Yuan frowned, as if he was too embarrassed to speak, and said:
"Isn't Tong Congdao known as the number one flower thief in the martial arts world? On the one hand, it's because he is the head of our hall. On the other hand, he spread the word that he had raped Yan Rongfei... He could even rape martial arts masters of the same level. If he's not the number one in the martial arts world, who is?"

Zhao Wumian was slightly stunned, and suddenly annoyed in his heart, "Really?"

Gui Yuan shook his head and sneered, obviously looking down on what Tong Congdao had done, and said:
"That's fake. Tong Congdao hasn't picked flowers since he connected to the bridge of heaven and earth more than ten years ago. It's obvious that he has been concentrating on martial arts and has no interest in this matter. Moreover, Yan Rongfei fled to Qin when she was seriously injured. Tong Congdao was in Jiangyou at that time. They were not together at all. Therefore, he said this purely for reputation and to disgust Yan Rongfei. I guess he wanted to add fuel to the fire when she was seriously injured and make her angry to death.

...Afterwards, Lady Canghua investigated the matter and chased Tong Congdao many times, almost beating him to death on the spot. However, the two were of similar strength, and they could decide the winner but not the life and death. This forced Mo Jingxue to make a rule that Benwo Hall and Canghua Tower could not cooperate. Out of sight, out of mind, this was also an interesting thing in the martial arts world. "

Zhao Wumian didn't know Yan Rongfei, but it was obvious that this person had a connection with Shen Xiangge. Because he loved Yan Rongfei, his murderous intent towards Tong Congdao reached its peak.

He suddenly remembered the first time he met Lady Canghua in Jin, and the beautiful face he saw when she took off her mask.

He was also a little dazed at this moment... Could the Lady Canghua he saw be Yan Rongfei?

Gui Yuan coughed lightly, "Anyway, that's the thing. We in Wugong Mountain never owe favors to others, nor do we allow others to owe us favors... Where is the poem of the Marquis?"

Gui Yuan looked up at him and thought to himself, I can't beat you. How can my poetry and songs be inferior to a crude warrior like you?
"The gathering of the three flowers at the top of your head is an illusion, and the clouds under your feet are not real. The universe is just a speck of dust, why bother pursuing it so hard." Zhao Wumian waved to Gui Yuan, turned around and left, "I copied this poem and gave it to Taoist Gui Yuan."

Gui Yuan was stunned for a moment, but then he heard a creaking sound. Zhao Wumian and Song Yun had left, leaving him alone in the room.

The poem is good, but after Gui Yuan savored it carefully, he realized that Zhao Wumian was hinting that he'd better hand over the Sheath of Seclusion and not play these fancy tricks... It was obvious that he still didn't think that what Gui Yuan said was true.

“This kid…” Gui Yuan was surprised, and then he laughed and shook his head, saying, “I am ashamed of myself, but this poem is good. I will copy it and show it to Wugong Mountain Master in the future. This is exactly what my Taoist sect wants.”

Outside the wing room, Zhao Wumian thought for a moment and looked at Song Yun, "Senior also knows how to use the Wushan Sword, right?"

Song Yun had been silent until now, but he nodded slightly when he heard this, "Mo Jingxue often came to me for sparring, and the Wushan Sword was formed under my eyes."

"What about Tong Congdao's martial arts? Has Mo Jingxue ever used it in front of the seniors?"

Song Yun was slightly startled. "Mo Jingxue and Tong Congdao grew up together, so it's impossible for them not to be influenced by each other. The sword technique used by Tong Congdao is somewhat similar to the Wushan sword. I've seen it before. Do you want to..."

Soon it was night and the lights were turned on in Zeng Lengyue. Some loyal customers who often came here would come to the shore to sigh and lament at night. Just as they were about to express their sadness, they found that Zeng Lengyue was decorated with lights and the lake was filled with ships coming and going.

They were startled for a moment, then overjoyed, "Zeng Lengyue is open for business!"

In the alley near Ningxiang Pavilion, Shen Xiangge was wearing a dark red dress and holding a small lantern in her bare hands. The small lantern flashed a dim light in the night. With Zeng Lengyue's sudden opening, the number of customers in front of Ningxiang Pavilion was less than last night, but it was still okay. It was noisy and bustling, and from time to time someone with a rosy face or a weak look walked out of the building.

Shen Xiangge's black hair was combed in the style of an unmarried lady. Although she was 25 years old this year, older than Zhao Wumian, her snow-white and delicate skin, the perfect size, the pink lips decorated with flower petals, and the beautiful eyes that were pure and charming, made her look like a teenage girl at first glance.

Zhao Wumian sent a message in the afternoon, saying that he wanted to investigate Tong Congdao and asked her to wait near Ningxiang Pavilion at night. She waited for a while, but Zhao Wumian did not come, but she received the news that Zeng Lengyue had opened a business.

"If you have the time, why don't you come to the Shen Mansion to see me, but instead go to please the Emperor?" Shen Xiangge muttered to himself with a slightly dissatisfied look on his face.

"Isn't this for official business?" A voice suddenly came from behind Shen Xiangge.

Shen Xiangge knew that Zhao Wumian was coming, so she deliberately talked to herself, but in order to conceal her superb martial arts skills, she pretended to be startled and glanced back.

Zhao Wumian was still wearing a white robe, but this time he did not carry the Wuhen Sword, but instead held a five-foot-long Miao Sword.

Shen Xiangge frowned. This weapon reminded her of Tong Congdao. She didn't like it and said directly, "Throw it away."

"what?"

"Knife."

Zhao Wumian glanced at Miao Dao, "What's wrong?"

"I don't want you to use this knife."

Zhao Wumian couldn't help laughing out loud, thinking Shen Xiangge was cute. He shook his head and laughed, "That won't do. I'll need it later."

Shen Xiangge frowned, "What do you want to do?"

Zhao Wumian raised his head and said, "I am the number one flower thief in the capital, Zhao Wumian... But after tonight, no one will know that I am the one who stole the flowers. They will only think it is... Tong Congdao."

Zhao Wumian slowly said Tong Congdao's name, which made Shen Xiangge even more confused. "He doesn't need you to slander him this time."

"Let's go quickly. The sooner you go, the sooner you'll come back. Wait until I finish this and then I'll explain it to you." Zhao Wumian raised his hand and hooked Shen Xiangge's slender waist with the scabbard, pulling gently with force.

Shen Xiangge stumbled forward and fell into Zhao Wumian's arms. The small lantern fell on the tiles in the alley with a 'pop'.

The front of Shen Xiangge's clothes hit Zhao Wumian and trembled several times. Her face turned cold, and she saw Zhao Wumian holding her waist. She flew upwards, her long boots lightly tapping the corner of the eaves and corridor, as graceful as a startled swan, and suddenly slid from the terrace into Ningxiang Pavilion.

To outsiders, all they saw was a white shadow flashing by under the bright lights.

With Zhao Wumian's current lightness skills and this sword, he can sneak into any place with ease.

In the room of Ningxiang Pavilion, the mist was rising. A prostitute was wearing only a bellyband, obviously she had just taken a bath. When she was about to get dressed, she seemed to see a white shadow flash by from the corner of her eye, and then a hand reached out from behind and suddenly clamped her throat.

"Well--"

"Where is your courtesan?"

The woman's eyes were filled with horror as she realized that she was being held hostage. She looked terrified and her throat moved slightly. The hand that was holding her loosened a little, allowing her to speak.

"Fourth, in the innermost room on the fourth floor..."

"Thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the prostitute's eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

After Zhao Wumian knocked out the owner of the house, he clapped his hands and said, "I have inquired beforehand. Ningxiang Pavilion is one of the most famous brothels in the capital after Zeng Lengyue. The name of the courtesan is Jinse. Today, many rumors about Qingyan and I suddenly spread in the capital. They came from this... Then I will pick her up first to vent the anger of the emperor."

Shen Xiangge hugged her chest, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her face expressionless, "I see that you are extremely lecherous and a playboy. You think it's boring to give Zeng Lengyue and the girls from Canghua Tower away for free, so you came up with this plan, specifically to force women to satisfy your lust, right?"

Zhao Wumian leaned against the door holding Miao Dao, and after sensing for a moment with the sword, he pulled Shen Xiangge up and pushed the door open, whispering, "A bunch of rouge and vulgar women, none of them is prettier than Miss Shen, I don't want them even if they are given to me for free."

Shen Xiangge snorted lightly.

Zhao Wumian and Shen Xiangge passed by like ghosts, and came to the Jinse door. He listened carefully and could hear her angry voice coming from inside.

"It's incomprehensible! It's really incomprehensible! Zeng Lengyue was released after only two days of being sealed off!? Is the emperor joking? "

Her personal maid stammered, "I don't know, but the emperor has closed all the taverns and tea stalls today, so he must be furious... This shouldn't be the case."

Shen Xiangge glanced at Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian noticed her gaze, smiled, and whispered in secret:
"Today I have investigated a lot of things about Tong Congdao. In his early years, before he had communicated with the Bridge of Heaven and Earth, he often picked flowers. He liked to use various means to inform in advance that he would come to pick flowers, and then rely on his martial arts to kidnap women in public, or kill all the guards around, and then slowly enjoy them on the spot."

Shen Xiangge's eyes were cold, "He just likes the pleasure that no one else can do anything to him... What do you want?"

At this moment, Jinse's complaints were heard from inside the house again.

"It must be that Qingyan who whispered in Marquis Weiming's ear, and then Marquis Weiming repeatedly begged His Majesty for mercy..."

Zhao Wumian smiled faintly and suddenly drew his sword.

Choke————

The knife suddenly flashed, and the door suddenly broke into pieces. After smashing the door, the energy continued to rush into the house. The strong wind blew violently, and the candlelight went out in the blink of an eye, and even the furniture such as the screen and small table were blown down.

Crash---

There were only Jinse and the maid in the room. When they saw this strange sight, their faces suddenly turned pale.

Jinse knew Tong Congdao and had seen his sword skills. When she saw the sword light, she suddenly felt that it looked familiar, "Tong Congdao..."

Before she could finish her words, a white shadow holding a five-foot Miao Dao suddenly smashed the debris of the door. Before Jinse could see the person's face clearly, the white shadow had already brushed past her.

bang————

Zhao Wumian leisurely raised the hilt of the knife and smashed it backwards, landing on the back of Jinse's neck.

Jinse's eyes immediately became blurred and she collapsed to the ground.

The personal maid was knocked unconscious by Shen Xiangge.

From then on to the end, the two of them never saw the shadows of Zhao Wumian and Shen Xiangge.

Bangdang————

Jinse fell to the ground. Zhao Wumian sheathed his sword, lowered his eyes to look at her, and snorted coldly, "It's this guy who's causing trouble..."

Shen Xiangge hugged her chest and pursed her pink lips towards Jinse, "Go ahead, you flower thief! If she's not deflowered, why are you picking flowers? No one will believe it if you tell them."

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly and picked up Jinse. "I'm not a real flower thief. In the next few nights, I will rob all the most beautiful girls in the capital. I can't really deflower all of them... It's not like Tong Congdao has never kidnapped anyone before. Just let people know that it was Tong Congdao who did it."
Shen Xiangge was slightly stunned and looked at Zhao Wumian in surprise.

Zhao Wumian wanted to capture all the courtesans under Zeng Lengyue and only keep Qingyan, so as to announce to the world that Tong Congdao had come to the capital and planned to get his hands on all the courtesans in the capital.

If this is the case, Qingyan will naturally not be able to escape.

She is the most beautiful woman in the capital, and saving the best food for last is a 'preview' that is consistent with Tong Congdao's style.

If in the end, Tong Congdao didn't pick Qingyan, then he wouldn't be worthy of being the number one flower thief in the world... after all, he was a coward.

Conspiracy!

If Tong Congdao still cares about his reputation, then he has to come to Zeng Lengyue. If he doesn't care... then he is a coward and cannot be lured out. Zhao Wumian can only find another plan.

While he was thinking, there was a commotion coming from downstairs. The guards heard the noise and swarmed over.

Shen Xiangge left without thinking too much. Zhao Wumian waited for a moment until the guards broke into the room, then he left with Jinse in a leisurely manner.

Only a group of guards were left staring at each other in amazement. They were stunned for a few seconds before they reacted and immediately yelled.

"The Oiran has been kidnapped by a flower thief!"

"The Miao Dao used... Tong Congdao!?"

"Besides him, who else in the world would dare to do evil in the capital..."

(End of this chapter)