Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 322 The dead person who needs to be alive is Yan Rongfei
The air at night is cool and moist, and the stars are twinkling in the sky, as if watching this thousand-year-old capital. Late at night, the capital is still brightly lit and bustling with people.

Swarms of guards poured out of Ningxiang Pavilion like locusts passing through a border or grasshoppers in a box, and the whole street was immediately filled with noise.

"Quick! Call the police!"

"Keep looking!"

"Even if we find it, we still can't defeat Tong Congdao..."

"Stupid thing, this is the capital, under the feet of the emperor! Isn't Marquis Wei Ming still here? We can just pass on a message!"

The news of Tong Congdao's arrival in Beijing spread very quickly and even reached his ears.

"Ah?" Tong Congdao was leisurely sipping wine in a restaurant. He heard someone shouting "Tong Congdao robs the courtesan" on the street outside, and his expression stiffened.

Fortunately, as a martial arts master with rich experience in the martial arts world, he immediately guessed that Zhao Wumian was most likely disguising himself to frame someone.

But for the time being, he still hadn’t figured out what Zhao Wumian wanted to do by framing him.

Tong Congdao pondered for a moment, but he was not very angry. If he were young, he would probably be so bold as to want to pick up the courtesan or explore the harem when he came to the capital.

It's not for lust, but just to prove to the world that he is the undisputed leader in the field of flower thieves... But now he has to focus on business.

He drank the wine in the glass and looked sideways.

Tong Congdao sat on the second floor and looking through the window, he could see the vast mansion across the street.

The walls surrounding the house are high, giving off a sense of oppression and dullness. The plaque on the door reads the three characters "Detective Department" in graceful strokes.

There is no tall building around the Detective Department, in order to prevent someone from using it to spy. Tong Congdao cannot see the scenery inside clearly from his perspective, but as a martial arts master, he still has his perception, so it makes no difference to him whether the wall is there or not.

At this moment, there were crowds of people near the Detective Department. Song Yun was standing in front of the gate, chatting with Su Qingqi.

"Tong Congdao is suspected to have appeared in the capital. We can't just ignore it... I'll go. The Detective Department must be staffed."

Su Qingqi held the Baishuang sword, her expression unchanged, and she nodded slightly.

She and Song Yun must have known about Zhao Wumian's plan, but the people below didn't know it, but they still had to give it a try.

After watching Song Yun lead the team away, she sighed lightly and turned to walk into the Detective Department.

She also wanted to act together with Zhao Wumian, but Chief Inspector Su was now outside Beijing, and the Detective Department headquarters must be manned.

Tong Congdao watched Su Qingqi walk into the Detective Department out of the corner of his eye, thinking that Zhao Wumian's young wife was really beautiful. He secretly compared the flowers he had picked when he was young and found that none of them could compare to her.

She is worthy of being the woman who appeared on the “Jingzheng Beauty List” when she was only fourteen or fifteen years old.

However, Tong Congdao's mentality is different now. He sighed slightly in his heart and then focused his attention on Su Qingqi's martial arts.

Su Qingqi is now one with the heaven and earth, and Tong Congdao's injuries have not healed yet. If a real fight breaks out, it will not be difficult to defeat Su Qingqi, but he cannot be killed or captured. Su Qingqi only needs to delay for a while, and Zhao Wumian and a group of court masters will probably come rushing over after hearing the news.

Tong Congdao looked through the crowd to Song Yun in the front row, and the slender figure of Song Yun holding an umbrella and a knife vaguely appeared in his eyes.

Back then, Song Yun was known as the best swordsman in the world. Mo Jingxue wanted to catch up with her, and Tong Congdao wanted to catch up with Mo Jingxue.

Through Mo Jingxue, Tong Congdao had met Song Yun many times in his youth, and even received advice from her.

At that time, Tong Congdao still felt that they had a good relationship with Song Yun and they might be able to work together in the future.

As a result, thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Song Yun, who was once the best assassin and swordsman in the martial arts world, has somehow become a constable in the Detective Department and a subordinate of Zhao Wumian, and has become his opponent.

Alas... There is just this kind of thing in the world of martial arts, grudges, right and wrong, it is too difficult to tell.

Tong Congdao cleared away his distracting thoughts, shifted his gaze, glanced at the Detective Department again, and silently waited for his opportunity.

However, he did not come here to rob a prison, and it would not be easy to do so.

Ever since the prison was robbed, the Detective Department is now heavily guarded. Not only have they deployed more than a dozen masters, they have also built special poison gas holes. As long as there is even the slightest sign of a prison break, the gas holes will be opened and the poison will be released immediately, and all the prisoners inside will die, no matter if they are on death row or not.

However, most of the newly captured death row prisoners had actually been escorted to Jin to be used as fill-in-the-blade agents. There were not many people left in the Detective Division's Zhao Prison, except for a few people like Li Jingnan who were still worth interrogating.

Given Tong Congdao's current condition, it would not be difficult to rescue Li Jingnan, but it would be too difficult to protect Li Jingnan and help him escape from the capital safely. Therefore, Tong Congdao never thought about saving Lao Li at all.

But Zhao Wumian was actually too cautious and over-complicated the plan of Huanzhen Pavilion.

Tong Congdao came to the capital, but as a martial arts master, there wasn't much he could do... He actually came here to return to the origin.

The Inlaid Gold Boshan Furnace is undoubtedly a life-saving straw for Wugong Mountain now. As long as Wugong Mountain still has even a little bit of determination, it will never give up the opportunity to obtain the Inlaid Gold Boshan Furnace.

Therefore, Mo Jingxue and Tong Congdao wanted to drag Wugong Mountain into this mess, and it would be best if the imperial court and Wugong Mountain broke off completely.

It is never too late to grab the Jinboshan furnace, but if you miss this opportunity, you don’t know when you can completely bring down Wugongshan.

But before the specific plan was implemented, Gui Yuan was captured by Zhao Wumian...

"Bad luck." Tong Congdao thought of Zhao Wumian, and even though he was a martial arts master, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

The original plan no longer worked, so Tong Congdao could only take things one step at a time.

What Tong Congdao was most worried about was that Wugongshan would wag its tail and beg for mercy from Zhao Wumian, and willingly become Zhao Wumian's dog, so that after Wugongshan helped Zhao Wumian seize the inverted gold Boshan furnace, he could wait for Zhao Wumian to be kind enough to reward them with a set of nine bells.

If this is done, Wugong Mountain will indeed be like a dog.

Although Tong Congdao knew about Guiyi and Guiyuan, and knew that neither of them was a weak person, he could not guarantee that they would do so for the sake of the overall situation.

But Mo Jingxue swore that Zhao Wumian would never cooperate with Wugongshan.

Tong Congdao wasn't quite sure why Mo Jingxue said that. Perhaps he had some backup plan?
But when Tong Congdao came to Beijing, he had no intention of having a fight with Zhao Wumian. He thought that he could retire after bringing Gui Yuan into the water.

The capital city is vast and has both bustling and noisy areas and naturally quiet and deserted areas.

The inner palace was sparsely populated, with only the faint sound of footsteps of palace maids and guards carrying lanterns as they walked along the deep corridors.

The silence of the night is like a veil, gently covering everything.

An imperial secret guard who had been to Shu with Zhao Wumian saw Zhao Wumian and Shen Xiangge carrying a woman into the palace, so he appeared from the dark and looked at Jinse, who was struggling on Zhao Wumian's shoulders, with a confused look on his face.

"My Lord, this is..."

Zhao Wumian had tied up Jinse with the rope he had prepared in advance and threw her on the ground. "It was this witch who spread rumors and deceived people... His Majesty must still be angry now. Bring her to His Majesty and let him decide how to deal with her."

Jinse had already woken up. Upon hearing this, her beautiful eyes widened and she struggled even more violently, with desire and regret on her face. "My Lord, My Lord, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. I was just jealous of Qingyan being able to have sex with you, so I resorted to this desperate measure..."

Zhao Wumian felt that this sounded familiar, so he squatted down and said with a smile:
"What the man surnamed Chen said is right. You don't know that you are wrong, but you know that you are going to die... However, with the emperor's temper, you probably won't die, but you will definitely suffer... Just bear it well, and with good luck, you will have a chance to leave the palace after I catch Tong Congdao."

Shen Xiangge stood beside Zhao Wumian with his hands behind his back, approving of his behavior.

She thought this guy was a promiscuous man who wanted to take advantage of and flirt with pretty girls whenever he saw them. Now that she saw how cruel he was to Jinse, she was in a very good mood.

The master of the palace understood immediately, bowed slightly, said "Thank you for your hard work, my lord", then lifted Jinse up by the hemp rope behind her and flew away.

Zhao Wumian rubbed his shoulders, looked at Shen Xiangge, and said with a smile:
"The emperor must still be handling government affairs in Fumo Palace. She often complains to me about the hardship of being an emperor, but she has always been diligent. But now she wants to vent her anger, and I think she can't let go in front of me. I'm also hungry. Should we go to your aunt's place to eat something?"

Shen Xiangge naturally would not refuse to see his aunt, and the two of them walked towards Kunning Palace together.

The night sky in April was clear and vast, the palace walls on both sides were tall and silent, and the moonlight shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the trees in the courtyard and sprinkled on the ground, forming mottled light and shadows on the walls of the palace road.

The surroundings were silent, with only the occasional palace maid or guard passing by. Walking within the thick palace walls, the two seemed to be one with the whole world, yet seemed to be forgotten by the world.

"The Queen Mother has lived in this kind of place for ten years, and she has no mental problems. I don't know if it's because she is optimistic by nature, or because of my arrival... It should be because of me."

"What? You still want to interfere in my aunt's private life? I can tell you that although she is not very old and looks better than me, she is my aunt, understand?"

"Just being narcissistic."

Zhao Wumian answered with a smile, drew out his Miao Dao, and swung it from time to time while walking. It would certainly not hurt for him to know more about Tong Congdao's weapons.

But now he is just waving it for fun out of boredom.

Occasionally, palace maids and guards passed by and they all bowed and greeted him, having long been accustomed to a man like Zhao Wumian being able to wander around freely in places like the harem.

Shen Xiangge looked at him waving the Miao Dao and asked curiously:

"Why did you think of using such a method? One is reputation, the other is your life. If he can escape by losing face, Tong Congdao will definitely choose to lose face. He is a veteran in the world, so he has a thick skin."

Zhao Wumian glanced at her. Shen Xiangge's pretty face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of glow under the moonlight, making her look pretty and charming.

"It's better if he doesn't come. This way, everyone in the martial arts world will know that Tong Congdao is a coward, and his title of the number one flower thief in the martial arts world will no longer be worthy of his reputation."

Zhao Wumian drew his sword back into its sheath, then unsheathed it again to try out the feel of the Miao Dao.

Shen Xiangge raised her eyebrows slightly, showing more curiosity, "Is it important whether Tong Congdao's title is unworthy of the name?"

"It's important, because I'm the number one flower thief in the world." Zhao Wumian raised his head and said, "But I don't rely on force or coercion, I rely on emotion."

If other women heard what Zhao Wumian said, they would have taught him a lesson, but Shen Xiangge just thought it was funny and said with a smile, "Tong Congdao is already in his forties or fifties. I don't know how many flowers he has picked. Do you still want to compete with him, my Lord?"

"If we can't compare quantity, we can't compare quality." Zhao Wumian sheathed the sword and held the sheath with his outer hand.

"Quantity is also important." Upon seeing this, Shen Xiangge immediately hugged his arms, stood on tiptoe, blew air into Zhao Wumian's ears with her pink lips, and said with a breath as sweet as orchid: "How about you deflower another woman tonight?"

Shen Xiangge's hint was too obvious. The sweet breeze blowing in his ears made Zhao Wumian's heart itch. His eyes lit up slightly, "Really?"

"This lady never lies to you." Shen Xiangge's voice became lower and lower, but full of teasing.

"Come on, you've lied to me many times." Zhao Wumian knew Shen Xiangge very well and shook his head and laughed.

Don't think that Shen Xiangge is being ambiguous now, but if he really wants to try it, Shen Xiangge will definitely not be willing... She is also a very conservative woman at heart.

"Hmm, so the Marquis still thinks I would lie to you. Are you going to repeat your naive theory of 'being honest with each other' again?" Shen Xiangge said in a low voice, releasing his hands that were holding Zhao Wumian's arms.

"There's no point in talking too much. If you want to tell me the truth, you will tell it naturally. If you don't want to, I won't force you." Zhao Wumian was nostalgic for the soft touch of Shen Xiangge's arm when he was hugging him, so he glanced sideways.

There was no smile on Shen Xiangge's face. She looked ahead, the mottled moonlight cast on her cheek. Although there was no expression on her face, Zhao Wumian still felt a sense of loneliness from her.

"What are you sad about?"

Shen Xiangge said sadly, "When will you tell me the secret in your heart, Lord?"

Hearing this, Zhao Wumian felt as if he was being played around by a bad woman, and he suddenly had the illusion that he would answer truthfully no matter what Shen Xiangge asked.

Shen Xiangge's deep and lively pupils moved to the corners of his eyes, secretly glancing at Zhao Wumian, and then suddenly turned his head to look at him, his lonely look swept away, and his smile was as infectious as a painting that was gradually being colored.

"My Lord, do you really want to tell me everything? You were fooled by a woman's words, and you are still the number one flower thief in the world... You don't deserve the title."

Zhao Wumian blinked, "You lied to me again?"

"Who told you to say in front of me that you want to be the best flower thief in the world?" Shen Xiangge made a proud gesture towards him as if he had avenged a great vengeance, "Do you really think that I am Su Qingqi and I won't be angry with you?"

"Then you are really stupid."

Shen Xiangge glared at him, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Wumian kicked the gravel on the roadside. "Didn't Tong Congdao get this reputation by slandering Yan Rongfei? I'm getting rid of this reputation for her. It can be considered as venting her anger, right?"

Shen Xiangge was stunned for a moment, and lowered his voice, "How do you know her..."

"I asked Guiyuan." Zhao Wumian glanced at Shen Xiangge, "What is your relationship with her?"

What else could it be? Yan Rongfei was Shen Xiangge's master. When Shen Xiangge escaped from the capital, he met Yan Rongfei by chance and became a disciple of Canghua Tower.

But for Zhao Wumian, he probably doesn’t know who is using the alias of Lady Canghua... If Shen Xiangge answered his master, then the current Lady Canghua should be Yan Rongfei.

But no, Yan Rongfei is already dead.

He was seriously injured that year and died after passing on his skills to her.

Shen Xiangge buried her with his own hands. Yan Rongfei was plotted against by Tong Congdao, and died after being severely injured by Guiyi and Guiyuan.

Shen Xiangge actually has no interest in the so-called state religion, but this is Yan Rongfei's wish.

When traveling around the world on weekdays, Shen Xiangge always used Yan Rongfei's face, Yan Rongfei's dress, and Yan Rongfei's every move in dealing with people.

Shen Xiangge didn't want anyone to know that Lady Canghua was her, not for any consideration of benefits, but because of her own obsession.

As long as no one knows that Lady Canghua is her, Shen Xiangge, Yan Rongfei will not be considered dead.

It’s a very weird idea, but people in the martial arts world all live on obsession, just with different obsessions.

Without obsession, people in the world are nothing.

Only with obsession can there be the flashing of swords and the bloody storm, and only with obsession can there be the joy of revenge and the pursuit of justice and chivalry.

Shen Xiangge put his hands behind his back and kicked the pebbles on the road. He lowered his eyes and looked at the floor tiles, his eyelashes trembling slightly, without saying a word.

Zhao Wumian glanced at her and then looked away, smiling, "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. Everyone has a few secrets in their heart."

Shen Xiangge still didn't speak.

The two walked in silence for a short distance, the mottled light and shadow under the moonlight following them like a shadow.

Zhao Wumian suddenly drew out his Miao Dao and swung it again, "This time I will definitely kill Tong Congdao and settle Yan Rongfei's debt... After all, we have cooperated so many times, and I was hoping to get her to drink a glass of wine with me."

Shen Xiangge was stunned and looked at him sideways.

Zhao Wumian didn't look at her, but stared at the clear Miao Dao reflecting the moonlight, and said confidently:

"Next time I see Yan Rongfei, I will definitely brag about this... By the way, this year your Canghua Tower should also distribute new Canghua Orders, right? Can you give me one? I can use it as a life-saving gadget. Otherwise, if I make her angry, considering your relationship, I will definitely not do anything to her. I can't let Yan Rongfei beat me to death."

Shen Xiangge didn't listen to the rest of the words.

She didn't know why she felt very sad in her heart. She lowered her head and stared at the mottled moonlight on the floor tiles, her eyes blurry.

It turns out that according to Zhao Wumian, Yan Rongfei was not dead either.

For the rest of her life, Shen Xiangge will always remember tonight. In the future, she will appear in front of Zhao Wumian countless times as Empress Canghua and take off the mask.

But Zhao Wumian always called her Yan Rongfei.

The Kunning Palace was brightly lit. The empress dowager was wearing a crimson phoenix skirt and holding a small lantern in her bare hands. When she saw the two of them, she stood on tiptoe and waved.

Zhao Wumian handed the Miao Dao to Lian Xue, looked at the charming and beautiful person in front of him, and asked with a smile: "How about the peony flowers I gave to the Queen Mother?"

The Queen Mother rolled her eyes at Zhao Wumian and said nothing… My niece is still here. If you want to say something ambiguous, why don’t you find a private place?
She looked at Shen Xiangge and patted her head. "Why do you seem to be in a bad mood? Did Wei Minghou bully you?"

The powerful and mighty Empress Canghua indeed acted like a well-behaved junior in front of the Empress Dowager, allowing her to pat her head.

Shen Xiangge calmed down and said with a smile: "How dare he bully me?"

"That may not be the case. There is nothing in this world that he dares not do." The Queen Mother glanced at Zhao Wumian with a resentful tone, referring to the fact that he dared to climb onto the Queen Mother's bed.

Zhao Wumian looked at her blankly, "The Queen Mother is hinting that I shouldn't take you out of the palace to play? That won't do. I am now a flower thief, and I can't pollute the Queen Mother's eyes."

"Hehe..." The Queen Mother hooked her red lips with her jade fingers and smiled charmingly at Zhao Wumian, "The most beautiful flower in the world is right in front of you, my Lord. If you don't pick me, you are worthy of being called a flower thief?"

Zhao Wumian's heart almost stopped beating because of the empress dowager's charming smile.

The Queen Mother's unintentional actions always made Zhao Wumian's heart burn. She was the Queen Mother of the current dynasty, Miss Shen's aunt, the mother of the emperor, and the master's sister. Not to mention her soft and boneless hands, her red lips that looked like flower petals, her chest that could not see her toes when she lowered her head, and her exaggerated hip curves that were wider than her shoulders...

I love wearing a golden bellyband embroidered with a phoenix, but it is difficult to hold it up. I can always see a hint of white on the side, but it makes me feel more wrapped up...

"Zhao Wumian?" Shen Xiangge's voice came to Zhao Wumian's ears, bringing him back to his senses.
Shen Xiangge looked at him dimly, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhao Wumian swallowed his saliva and said, "I wonder what Miss Shen meant by 'breaking the virginity'..."

Shen Xiangge raised her eyebrows slightly and revealed a touching smile on her face... That smile was very similar to the empress dowager's. Seeing almost the same style in the aunt and niece, Zhao Wumian's heart began to beat again.

She took a few steps forward, stroked Zhao Wumian's face with her bare hands, and slowly rubbed it to his chin, saying affectionately: "Of course, I'm referring to the maids in our Shen Mansion... How long have they waited for you, and how much they have practiced during this period, you know... How?"

Shen Xiangge gently lifted Zhao Wumian's chin with her fingertips, like a charming woman who was trying to persuade him. "My Lord, are you thinking about someone else? Who is it~"

At this moment, a small hand suddenly stretched out, slowly pressed on Zhao Wumian's shoulder, stroked it twice and then patted it. The Queen Mother came to Zhao Wumian's side without knowing when, and took over Shen Xiangge's words with an ambiguous tone.
"Could it be me?"

Zhao Wumian's breathing became rapid completely out of instinct. He couldn't resist the affection between the aunt and nephew at all, so he looked at Shen Xiangge, "You don't care about your aunt?"

Before she finished speaking, Shen Xiangge slapped the empress dowager's hand away and stomped her feet, "Aunt! You are so grown up! What kind of dirty words are you saying!"

The Queen Mother's beautiful eyes widened, and she covered her bare hands, "How dare you take a picture of me?"

"Could it be possible that Zhao Wumian would take advantage of my aunt?"

"Then you won't push him away?"

"He is now the leader of the swords, how can I push him away?"

"I think you deserve to be punished. You are turning your elbow outward..."

The aunt and niece quarreled and chattered for who knows how long, until Luo Chaoyan came and they reluctantly stopped.

Luo Chaoyan was unaware of the quarrel between the aunt and nephew. She just said during dinner: "Jinse, that woman, is from the Jade Palace. Do you have any impression of her?"

Shen Xiangge's expression didn't change when she heard this. She had known it from the beginning, but she didn't take a sect like the Jade Palace that was involved in gossip seriously at all.

Zhao Wumian knew this for the first time, "It's also the first time I've met someone from the Jade Palace... How does His Majesty want to deal with them?"

Luo Chaoyan slowly put a piece of braised pork between her lips and chewed it slowly, saying, "So what if it's the Jade Palace? Even if she offended me, can I let her leave safely? I forced her to sign a contract to sell herself to become a maid in the palace. She has to clean up for a month first and see how she performs."

Xingqing is actually a toilet.

Luo Chaoyan continued:
"But she is a coward. She told me everything. She said that Tong Congdao had contacted her not long ago and wanted to cooperate with the Jade Palace and use your identity as a traitor to add fuel to the fire. The letter has been sent out. I will send another letter tomorrow morning to warn the Jade Palace, and the matter will be over. You don't have to worry about it. Just focus on catching Tong Congdao."

Zhao Wumian picked up another piece of braised pork for Luo Chaoyan and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is still reliable."

"It's too greasy. Just eat a piece to taste it." Luo Chaoyan put the braised pork into Zhao Wumian's bowl again, and then asked: "What do you want tonight? Do you want to live with me, or do you want to go to your brothel again?"

The queen mother held her small bowl and ate silently. Upon hearing this, she glanced at Zhao Wumian calmly.

The look from the Queen Mother alone was enough to make Zhao Wumian feel so seductive that his bones were softening.

So Zhao Wumian would naturally stay in the palace.

Shen Xiangge noticed the Queen Mother's gaze, but she obviously didn't expect Zhao Wumian to dare to attack her aunt, so she didn't think too much about it. After a moment of silence, she said, "I won't live in the palace anymore. Aunt, be careful and don't let this pervert bully you."

"No matter how brave the Marquis is, he would not dare to attack me... I am your elder." The Queen Mother smiled and said, "Where are you going?"

"I made an appointment with Princess Xiangzhu to sleep together."

This was half true and half false, Shen Xiangge wanted to check Tong Congdao, she was not counting on Zhao Wumian's vase for everything, and Tong Congdao probably had a glass lamp on him.

Luo Xiangzhu could sense that the distance was getting closer, so Shen Xiangge wanted to use this as an excuse to go to the capital for a stroll and see if there was anything he could gain.

Luo Chaoyan reminded: "Tong Congdao is in the capital, so you have to be on guard. Remember to let your aunt accompany you."

"kindness."

Zhao Wumian pondered for a few seconds. With his master's strength and the perception of the sword here, Tong Congdao wouldn't even have a chance to launch a sneak attack, so he let them go without worry.

Dinner was quickly finished, and late at night, Luo Chaoyan and the Queen Mother went to Qingze Palace to take a bath together.

Zhao Wumian drank some wine and was a little drunk. Lian Xue supported him and took him to lie down in the side hall of Kunning Palace.

He just practiced dual cultivation with Mu Lier for one night, so he has not fully recovered yet.

The side hall was dark, with only the sound of Zhao Wumian's even breathing. Lian Xue looked at him with a blushing face. She thought the Marquis was very handsome, but she didn't dare to touch him. So she looked at him for a while and then left the side hall to help the Queen Mother take a bath.

Soon, footsteps were heard in the side hall.

Shen Xiangge came to the bed, touched Zhao Wumian's forehead, and used his internal breath to sense his condition... In the rush last night, he was unable to confirm the severity of Zhao Wumian's injuries.

  After making sure that he was okay, Shen Xiangge leaned over, pressed her red lips against his and gave him a kiss, then stood up to leave. Suddenly, Zhao Wumian raised his hands and put his arms around her slender waist.

"Woo-"

The two rolled on the bed.

There was no light and the hall was dark, but it did not affect their vision at all.

After a brief moment of surprise, Shen Xiangge kissed Zhao Wumian on the couch.

The clean bed sheets were immediately wrinkled. The two rolled around on the soft bed for several rounds, stopped for a while, and then rolled again, as if only such vigorous and energetic movements could express the affection in their hearts.

Unfortunately, the kiss didn't last long before the faint sound of the Queen Mother returning to the palace was heard outside the hall.

Shen Xiangge was obviously ashamed to be intimate with Zhao Wumian in front of the Queen Mother, so she quickly pushed him away, wiped her lips with her sleeve, and realized that her dress had slipped halfway off her shoulders.

There are plum blossoms embroidered on the pure white bellyband.

She pulled up her dress and gave him a coquettish look, "Pervert."

"A flower thief." Zhao Wumian's breathing was still a little rapid, and the breath he exhaled still had the faint fragrance of Shen Xiangge. He smiled.

Shen Xiangge said nothing more, leaned over and kissed Zhao Wumian again, "It smells like alcohol."

As soon as she finished speaking, she straightened her dress and left the side hall. Soon, her conversation with the Queen Mother was heard outside the hall.

Zhao Wumian was lying on the couch and could vaguely smell the fragrance of Shen Xiangge.

He closed his eyes and calmed his breathing. There were sounds of conversation outside the hall, but there was silence inside, as if time had stopped.

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard a creaking sound and footsteps in Kunning Palace, accompanied by Lian Xue’s questions.

"My lady, the Marquis is still sleeping in the side hall... There is a difference between men and women, I'm afraid it's inappropriate, how about I help him to sleep in another hall?"

"Marquis Weiming has fallen asleep. It would be inappropriate to disturb him without warning."

"Can……"

"Marquis Weiming will marry His Majesty sooner or later, so what's inappropriate about that? I am the elder, what can he do? Just let him sleep."

"Yes."

"You should go down and rest as well."

"The slaves retire."

crunch————

There was another sound of a door opening.

Zhao Wumian silently opened his eyes... The side hall and the main hall where the Queen Mother lived were definitely not in the same room, but with Zhao Wumian's martial arts skills, this distance didn't actually make a difference.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and smelled himself. Did he really smell of alcohol?

He shook his head slightly, slowly left the side hall, and quietly came to the outside of the Queen Mother's room.

The Queen Mother had not yet turned off the lights, and through the light and shadow of the window paper, a graceful figure could be vaguely seen taking off her clothes.

That exaggerated curve...

Zhao Wumian entered the room quietly.

(End of this chapter)