Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 340 Aunt Leng Yue
It was late at night and the streets were becoming increasingly deserted. The gurgling sound of the waterwheel mixed with the sound of rain, occasionally with the croaking of frogs.

Many of the street lights were turned off, and the street was a little dark. The hazy moonlight shone through the rain and enveloped the street.

Zhao Wumian was holding the horse with one hand and holding the oil-paper umbrella given by Aunt Zhu with the other. Around his waist were two pots of Tinglan wine given by Aunt Zhu. He walked on the street with Xiao Yuanmu, looking around.

Most of the places he had been to were brightly lit and bustling with people even at night. It was rare to see a place like Tinglanzhuang where people went to bed at sunset.

But the village was not completely silent. With his good hearing, he could still hear the gossip of people walking on the street, the laughter and play of energetic little kids holding lanterns, not to mention the creaking sound of the bed in the house, accompanied by a few private conversations from time to time.

"Can you do it? It's rare for me to be in the mood today... If you look like this, don't blame me for looking at those muscular men on the street..."

"What about me? Huh?"

"What do you think? I'll go to the street and ask Hunter Wang someday if he has any tiger penises. I'll buy some for you to replenish your body..."

Dang Dang Dang————

The sound of iron hammering could be heard not far away.

Zhao Wumian heard the sound and went over to take a look. There was a shed outside a house, under which was an iron felt forge and other tools. A shirtless man with a beard placed a red-hot iron sheet on the iron felt and struck it hard with a forging hammer, sending sparks flying.

Seeing Zhao Wumian standing outside the shed, the shirtless man couldn't help but stop, wiped the sweat off his face with the towel on his shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Young Master, you just returned home. Isn't the gun that Lao Niu made for you pretty good?"

You really know me.

Zhao Wumian remained expressionless, but said, "Gun? I was injured and don't remember much about what happened before... What gun?"

The blacksmith named Lao Niu's expression changed. He looked Zhao Wumian up and down and said in a suspicious tone, "You don't even remember me, Lao Niu?"

Zhao Wumian shook his head.

Lao Niu wiped his sweat with a towel and placed the hammer in his hand on the red-hot iron sheet. Then he realized something was wrong and quickly took the hammer away.

He used tongs to put the iron sheet into the forge for tempering, turned his back to Zhao Wumian, then looked back at him and said:
"Lao Niu, I am the ninth generation of Lushan Jianmen. Later, the sect suffered a disaster and almost everyone in the sect was killed or injured. I came to Tinglan Manor to avoid my enemies and make a living by forging iron."

"Lushan Sword Gate?"

Xiao Yuanmu said, "The sword-making family, all their products are of the best quality. To put it bluntly, they are blacksmiths. They can make any kind of weapon, including swords, spears, swords and halberds. But they were tragically wiped out fifteen years ago..."

Lao Niu glanced at Xiao Yuanmu and ignored the little girl. Instead, he pulled up the bellows and continued to temper the fire, saying:
"The one who destroyed our entire sect was Zizhulin, a sword-making sect in the Jiangnan area. To put it bluntly, they were jealous of their peers and wanted to monopolize the business in the Jianghu south of the Yangtze River...

A year ago, Zizhulin found out my whereabouts and sent people to investigate. It happened that Young Master Gong was also in the manor, so he followed the clues and investigated, avenged me, and took back the Sword Clan's ancestral sword.
Old Niu just melted down the ancestral sword, added meteorite iron, and cast it into a spear. Young Master even wrote a poem for it, 'The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and its steps are like meteors'... Don't you remember this?"

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly. When he woke up, he had nothing. The gun was either broken or stolen.

Either it was taken by the Western Regions or by the person who stabbed him in the back, and he currently has no clues.

Yes, when fighting with Ding Jingcheng, why bother to specifically mention his previous weapon.

Seeing this, Lao Niu sighed secretly and said, "There is a poem written by the young master on that spear. It is nearly ten feet long and is completely black. The young master will definitely recognize it at a glance..."

"I travel around the world without a sword or a knife, but I use a gun?" Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment and suddenly asked.

Lao Niu turned the iron sheet over with tongs, his expression showing a bit of nostalgia.
"Young Master is proficient in all kinds of weapons. Old Niu originally wanted to forge a sword, but Young Master specifically asked for a big spear. When he forged it, he showed it off in front of me, Old Niu. It was a big show that swept away everything..."

"Can you tell what kind of martial arts it is?"

The martial arts that Zhao Wumian is best at is undoubtedly Wan Yue Xian, which also includes the spear technique. He had learned it from Xiao Yuanmu a long time ago, but unless there is some special reason, he should have no reason to specially forge a spear.

"...I'm not sure. Lao Niu is a good blacksmith. He is more than capable of getting a job in the imperial palace. But his martial arts... well, his aptitude is average."

Zhao Wumian looked at Xiao Yuanmu.

Xiao Yuanmu shook his head silently.

Zhao Wumian forged the spear a year ago, but ever since Xiao Yuanmu took over as the Palace Master of Taixuan Palace, he has become increasingly busy and rarely stays in Lin'an, so the two have been spending less time together and more time apart.

She really didn't know why Zhao Wumian had nothing better to do than to make himself a gun.

Zhao Wumian asked some more questions about his past and said goodbye to the blacksmith Lao Niu, but he found that there were indeed many people who knew him.

After walking a few steps, he passed by a clinic and a lively female doctor kept waving at him. When he got closer, she handed him the medicine box and said some words of concern.

This female doctor is an apprentice of the old doctor of Tinglan Medical Clinic who has been accepted for only a few years and is still in the learning stage.

Usually, when Zhao Wumian returned home with injuries, the old doctor would help him heal his wounds, and she would watch and learn from the side. After a while, they became familiar with each other.

In the past, when Zhao Wumian came here, he mostly came to get some free pills before leaving.

When he opened the medicine box, he saw wound medicine, bone-replenishing ointment, qi-recovering pills, etc. There were even a few bags of lime powder and cartilage incense.

It is expected that Zhao Wumian had been a lime powder martial arts master several times when he was traveling around the world.

When the female doctor learned that Zhao Wumian had lost his memory, she was so frightened that her face turned pale and tears came out. She ran into the clinic.

"Master, Master! Come and show it to the young master!"

The doctor's screams almost spread throughout half of the village.

She shook the nearly 100-year-old old doctor out of bed, and almost frightened the sleeping old doctor to death.

Looking at the hunchbacked old doctor, Zhao Wumian felt that he seemed to need a doctor's diagnosis more.

After leaving the clinic, we passed by the hunter's house. There was a skin rack in the yard for drying animal skins, and a big black dog was lying in the yard, gnawing on a bone.

Seeing Zhao Wumian passing by, the big black dog barked a few times and ran over with its tail wagging.

The hunter thought someone was stealing, so he hurried out with his bone-breaking knife. When he saw it was Zhao Wumian, he enthusiastically gave him a basket of delicacies and even mysteriously stuffed a bag of tiger penis into his hand.

It is said that many ladies in the village wanted it, but he kept it from her just to repay Zhao Wumian for saving his baby's life. The young master certainly doesn't need it at such a young age, but who would think it is too much?

The hunter's mother was seriously ill that year, so he went up the mountain alone to collect herbs and was almost taken away by a wolf. It was Zhao Wumian who saved his life.

Zhao Wumian looked at the tiger whip wrapped in oil paper in the basket and felt that if he ate it, it would be equivalent to admitting that he was not good enough. Moreover, in Tinglanzhuang, if he really ate it and ended up standing all the time, who could he turn to?
Xiao Yuanmu or Xiao Lengyue?

Xiao Yuanmu suddenly looked at him coldly, "What are you thinking about?"

"…You should return the tiger whip. It is very precious."

"uh-huh."

When Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu passed by a noodle shop that was about to close, the owner enthusiastically brought them two bowls of noodles filled with meat.

Zhao Wumian picked up the bowl and drank some soup, and his stomach felt warm.

An old man fishing by the stream gave him a golden carp.

"It's really golden!? It must be precious."

The old man fishing with his nose almost up to the sky said:
"A few years ago, the young master and I had a fishing competition. The competition was about who could catch this golden fish first... I never thought that the young master would take off his clothes and dive into the river on the first day. When I saw the young master again, it was already half a month later.

I heard that you went to catch fish downstream, and after you caught some fish, you suddenly realized that there were many young girls bathing in the river, and you were afraid of being mistaken for a thief, so you held your breath in the water..."

Before Zhao Wumian could finish the fisherman's words, Xiao Yuanmu had already turned around and left.

On the way, he met a man in scholar's robe carrying a picture frame, who gave him a painting. It was a painting of Zhao Wumian standing under a pear tree holding a sword a year ago.

"Whether it's a pear tree or an image, both are beautiful, but is this really me?" Zhao Wumian pointed at the man under the tree.

Wearing a bamboo hat, not only his face but even his chin was not exposed.

"The young master is so handsome that no matter how I paint him, I can't capture his charm... Only by making him vaguely like this can I capture his charm as a playboy."

"Really? Actually, I think so too."

"Young Master, wait a minute."

"Ok?"

"Fifty cents. The young master passed away before I finished painting him a year ago, so I haven't had time to finish this business..."

"I'll give you a silver ingot. No need to change. When you travel in the future, remember to brag that your most perfect work is a painting of me."

Zhao Wumian found the fun, he seemed to have come to the novice village in a martial arts game.

There aren't many people in the village, but it has everything it needs, including a blacksmith shop, an inn, and a clinic. Everyone seems to have a little-known story.

He grew up here, doing good deeds, that is, completing tasks, getting rewards, getting the best gun in the village, or something else. From time to time, he would go to Lin'an City, fifty miles away, to play with his lovely childhood sweetheart.

After you have discovered all the hidden tasks and events in the manor and gained all the hidden rewards, you can go out and travel around the world to see the vast world...

But now he is the Marquis of Weiming in the imperial court and the leader of the martial arts world. He is no longer a young boy who has just entered the martial arts world.

Even when he was a child, he was not an ordinary boy in the village, but Jiuer's adopted son, destined to shoulder the mission of rebelling against Li Fuchen.

By the way, I am Jiuer’s adopted son...who are my biological parents?
Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment and shook his head. He hadn't even found Jiu'er yet, so how could he have the energy to look for his biological parents?

There was a wandering Taoist fortune teller on the road, and Zhao Wumian asked him if he knew him.

The Taoist priest stroked his goatee and looked Zhao Wumian up and down, speaking in a serious tone.

"Hiss, every young girl who has just begun to fall in love must have seen this face of the young master in her dreams. Every time I go back to my hometown, the widow never closes the door when she goes to bed at night. It's a pity that I am not a girl, and I don't have the good luck of being with Longyang. When this girl beside the young master grows up a few years old, I guess..."

Choke————

"Hey, put it down, put it down..."

The Taoist priest was nearly beheaded by the sword of Marquis Weiming, pulled out by the Palace Master of Taixuan Palace. He was so frightened that his legs were trembling.

I went to the only brothel in Tinglan Village... Before I could get close, I was scared away by Xiao Yuanmu's cold eyes.

So I don’t know whether the girls in the brothel recognized him, but they must have recognized him. As the Taoist said, every girl had seen him in her dreams when she first fell in love.

That is to say, as long as she sees Zhao Wumian, she will subconsciously imagine her dream lover to be like him. Zhao Wumian told Xiao Yuanmu this.

When Xiao Yuanmu heard this, he got angry and chased Zhao Wumian half a street wanting to beat him up.

"Are you two restless no matter your age? Every time I see you, you're always fighting."

In front of a winery, a woman in green stood in the rain with one hand on her waist and an umbrella, looking at the two people.

Her temperament was mature, steady and full of charm, but her face was no different from that of a 20-year-old girl, youthful and beautiful. At this moment, she had her hands on her hips like a young girl, which gave her an indescribable contrast and an inexplicable sense of majesty.

Her black-black long hair was combed into a lily bun with a red hairpin, revealing her graceful snow-white neck.

For some reason, Zhao Wumian felt a little scared when he saw this woman.

"Hmph." Xiao Yuanmu hugged his chest, which was like a fried egg, and snorted coldly. Although he was not tall, he had a strong aura.

Zhao Wumian knew who the woman in front of him was just by looking at her expression, and couldn't help but bow, "Mother-in-law... um, aunt?"

Xiao Lengyue glanced at Zhao Wumian. After a few seconds, an inexplicable smile appeared on her mature and beautiful face. She turned around and left, "Come in and talk."

Zhao Wumian looked around. This was a fairly large courtyard with rockery, flowing water, pavilions and waterside terraces. The backyard of the Yangzhou Tea Garden was probably modeled after this.

But as soon as he entered the door, he smelled a faint aroma of wine. On the side of the courtyard was an open space, on which were placed winemakers, wine presses and other winemaking tools.

But now it is late at night and the workers have already gone back to their houses to rest.

Xiao Lengyue walked towards the backyard of the winery, with his back to Zhao Wumian, and said with a smile in an ambiguous tone:
"My handsome and elegant young master hasn't been home for more than half a year. I guess Tinglan is too young to tolerate a young marquis like you."

"I lost my memory..."

"I know you have lost your memory." Xiao Lengyue's white fingers gently flicked out a strand of hair from her clothes, interrupting Zhao Wumian's words and saying:

"If you hadn't come to the East China Sea to look for the wrong Jinboshan furnace, I'm afraid that as your aunt, I would have to go to the capital in person to pull you down from the dragon bed of the empress of the capital, right?"

As he spoke, Xiao Lengyue pushed the door and walked into the master bedroom in the backyard. Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu followed him in and closed the door behind them.

This house is built on an artificial lake, with many lotus flowers planted on both sides of the wooden bridge.

The house is elegantly decorated, with everything you need, including incense, tea, and guqin screens.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, and I didn't know whether it was incense or Xiao Lengyue's boudoir fragrance.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanmu frowned slightly. It was a rare opportunity for him to speak up for Zhao Wumian.

"He didn't climb into the empress's bed. At best, he just did some odd jobs like carrying shoes and clothes, massaging shoulders and feet."

"I am the Marquis of Weiming in the imperial court after all, and I have done a lot of great things. How come your words make me sound like a concubine of the emperor..."

"Luo Chaoyan." Xiao Yuanmu corrected with a cold face.

Zhao Wumian thought to himself, "It's ok that you two are always at odds with each other, but why do you both like to pick on him by his name?"
Xiao Lengyue sat down on the chair, "Really? Have you massaged the empress's shoulders? And her feet?"

"Let's talk business..."

"I am an unmarried woman who has worked hard to raise you for more than 20 years. I finally raised you, but in the blink of an eye, you followed the female emperor of the Luo family... Don't you think this is a serious matter?"

Xiao Lengyue supported her chin with her white and tender hands, glanced at Zhao Wumian, and asked lightly.

"...It's business."

"Pinched? Pressed?"

Zhao Wumian explained: "When I lost my memory, I met Miss Su from the Detective Department and Chao... Luo Chaoyan by chance, and fell in love with them..."

"Auntie knows everything about you and her. You don't need to explain it again. I'm just asking, have you ever massaged her shoulders or feet?"

Facing Xiao Lengyue who raised him, Zhao Wumian couldn't lie anyway, so he could only honestly say: "I pinched and pressed..."

Snapped--

Xiao Lengyue slapped the table beside her chair and said angrily, "Can you touch a girl's feet casually? Don't you know? When did your aunt teach a pervert who would casually pinch a girl's feet?"

Although Xiao Lengyue was asking about shoulder and foot massage, what he was actually asking was whether Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan had an undisclosed relationship between them.

Zhao Wumian wanted to say that he and Luo Chaoyan were in love with each other. If he was not busy with so many things at the moment, coupled with the sensitive situation, he would have become the "Queen Zhao" on the day he was conferred the title of Marquis.

But the two women in front of him, one was the aunt who raised him, the other was his childhood sweetheart, but both had an irreconcilable feud with the Luo family.

Therefore, if he dared to say that, whether he would be kicked out of the house by Xiao Lengyue on the spot would be secondary. The main concern was that both of them would be sad.

Xiao Yuanmu was also sitting on the chair, but she was too short, so her legs were hanging in the air. She seemed to see Zhao Wumian's embarrassment, and suddenly smiled faintly:
"Isn't it just massaging my shoulders and feet? He likes to massage my feet on weekdays..."

As she spoke, Xiao Yuanmu gently swayed her black silk calves under the hem of her skirt. Her embroidered shoes were half hanging on the tips of her toes. Her small feet, which were not even as big as half the size of Zhao Wumian's palm, swayed gently, which was quite adorable.

"Put it on and sit up straight. What are you talking about?" Xiao Lengyue glanced at Xiao Yuanmu.

Xiao Yuanmu silently bowed and put on his embroidered shoes.

Zhao Wumian looked at Xiao Yuanmu with a little surprise. It was rare to see her so obedient.

"What are you looking at? Didn't she scold you?"

Xiao Lengyue shot her gaze towards Zhao Wumian again, and then, as if she was helpless about this mess, she rubbed her temples with her fingers, "Come here, give me a shoulder massage."

Zhao Wumian came behind Xiao Lengyue, placed his hands on her slender shoulders and massaged them gently.

He felt a sense of familiarity, thinking that he had massaged Xiao Lengyue's shoulders many times before.

Xiao Lengyue leaned back slightly, her hair resting on Zhao Wumian's lower abdomen, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she sighed softly through her red rouge-painted lips.

"Now that things have come to this, Auntie doesn't want to embarrass you. To be honest, the fault is mine. You and I went to the capital together to plot against Nailuo Hongsi. If I had escaped with the Nine Bells and you had gone to lure out Master Guiyi, the outcome might have been different."

"Forget it, at least I'm still alive. If my aunt had gone, she might have died."

"If you can't talk, shut up. Jiu'er is nowhere to be found. Do you still want to curse Auntie to death?"

Then Xiao Lengyue said, "Or if Guiyi was not in the capital at the beginning, you and I would have escaped together, and things would not have turned out like this... Next time you see him, don't show mercy, beat him up if he deserves it, and kill him if he deserves it."

"Guiyi and I have no special relationship. If we really meet, I will definitely not show mercy."

"Hmm, as for you and Luo Chaoyan's matter..." Xiao Lengyue was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly changed the subject and said:

"Forget it. It's a rare opportunity for me to come back. You keep talking about these serious matters. It's not relaxing at all. Now that you're back, you should have a good rest for a few days. I heard that the gun leader has issued a declaration of war to you...

Don't bother with him. Let Chen Qiyuan sit in the cold wind of Poyang Lake for a few days. It won't be too late to fight him after you have swept the tomb."

"I think so too."

"are you hungry?"

"I ate it when I got here."

"Have you seen your Aunt Zhu? She was talking about you to me when I went to her house for dinner last night."

"Yes, she took my cloak and wanted to wash it for me."

"Don't be embarrassed. Your Aunt Zhu has taken care of you for ten years. It won't be a problem if you call her 'Mrs. Zhu'."

The two chatted about family matters for a while, and then Xiao Lengyue paused, then gently patted the back of Zhao Wumian's hand that was pinching his shoulder, signaling him to stop.

"It's late at night. You've come a long way. Take a shower and have a good sleep first. I clean your room from time to time. I'll let Yuanmu take you there later."

Zhao Wumian withdrew his hand, Xiao Lengyue slowly stood up, patted her green skirt, looked back at Zhao Wumian with a smile in her eyes.

"Why are you still standing there? Do you still want your aunt to coax you to sleep?"

"Aunt, you should also go to bed early..." Zhao Wumian was indeed tired, and he had a lot of things to ask Xiao Lengyue, but since he had already returned to Tinglan Manor, he was naturally not in a hurry.

After leaving Xiao Lengyue's boudoir, he and Xiao Yuanmu walked on the wooden bridge.

In the lake beside the bridge, there were fish looking at the two blurry figures through the lake with dull eyes.

"How do you feel about Master?" Xiao Yuanmu asked.

"How about what?"

"Don't think that she was aggressive as soon as you came back. She blamed herself a lot in her heart for your amnesia."

"I'm not a child, how can I not tell who is good to me and who is not?"

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him and said, "It would be great if you really can't tell the difference."

"Why?"

"This way you don't have to worry so much, thinking about how to make us and Luo Chaoyan live in harmony every day."

Coming to another wing built on the lake, not far from Xiao Lengyue's house, the interior was neatly furnished and there was nothing noteworthy.

Zhao Wumian rummaged around the room, but there seemed to be nothing else except some clothes he had worn before.

He took a shower and lay down on the bed he used to sleep in, feeling only weird.

I always feel that everything is familiar, but I can't remember anything.

Zhao Wumian had trouble falling asleep, listening to the croaking of frogs and the sound of rain outside the house.

I don't know how long it was, but there was a knock on the door.

"Have you slept?"

(End of this chapter)