Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 345: Sunset and Long Journey

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The drizzle on Tianjie Street was as soft as butter. It was always rainy in the spring and autumn in the Jiangnan area. The West Lake was shrouded in mist, and even some villas on the shore were slowly shrouded in the light and wave-like mist.

In the yard, as Xiao Yuanmu's dress slowly slipped down, his heart skipped a beat, and then choked again.

Xiao Yuanmu was a woman who grew up in the water town of Jiangnan. No matter how powerful and cruel she was, she was always gentle and reserved in matters between men and women.

In fact, this is the family tradition of the Xiao family. After all, he is a member of the royal family, and he must abide by the most basic principles of self-discipline and propriety. Xiao Lengyue taught him by words and deeds, so he is naturally conservative.

Zhao Wumian had a deep affection for her, and they had been childhood sweethearts, but he was also sure that he had never had any close contact with Xiao Yuanmu.

After all, he was really busy back then. Even now, he was thinking that if he had to go to the end of his life sooner or later, he would at least have to help Xiao Yuanmu recover from his injuries completely, so that he wouldn't have to live like a little kid anymore. But now...

It was late spring, and the dress was thin. The white skirt slipped to the ground and covered Xiao Yuanmu's ankles. She seemed to be teasing Zhao Wumian intentionally, but did not enlarge it directly.

Her petite figure showed no sign of shame or embarrassment at all, and her moon-white bellyband and black stockings were openly visible to Zhao Wumian.

Under the bellyband, no curves can be seen, only the snow-white and delicate collarbone.

The bellyband is the size of a child, but the style is one that only grown-up girls would wear. It is obviously a special one made for Xiao Yuanmu, just to maintain her little self-esteem as a mature woman.

These small details made Zhao Wumian feel a bit of girlish innocence and cuteness from this demon girl who was the most powerful in the world.

But under the bellyband, Xiao Yuanmu obviously didn't bring any thin pants when he came. There was no place for such private clothing in this house that he hadn't lived in for a long time, so he could only continue to wear black stockings.

Under the slightly transparent fabric is skin as white as mutton-fat jade. She is not tall, but has perfect proportions, slender legs, and the curves of her calves and knees are heart-warming.

She just wore white panties over her black stockings, so she was dressed very conservatively.

After all, with Zhao Wumian by his side, and his injuries becoming more serious, Xiao Yuanmu basically didn't have to fight for his life anymore. Naturally, he didn't have to worry about some embarrassing things caused by clothes not fitting after he grew bigger.

Zhao Wumian didn't have any peculiar hobbies, and indeed had no interest in little dolls. Xiao Yuanmu seemed to know this as well. After dropping her white skirt, she lightly hooked her panties with her fingers, bent down and slowly took them off.

Zhao Wumian stood there in a daze, not even blinking, as if he was afraid of missing something.

Xiao Yuanmu pulled one foot out from her white skirt, put it through her panties, then lifted the other foot and put it on again. Then she casually tossed it at Zhao Wumian's body as if in a provocative way. Her white and tender fingertips lightly touched her pink lips, and her childish face showed him a seductive smile.

"Are you really not interested?"

The panties slipped from Zhao Wumian's shoulders, and he instinctively raised his hand to catch them, wanting to say "no" but the warmth of the panties and the charming fragrance that followed from his palms still made his throat dry and he was unable to speak.

Even though he had no interest, it was impossible for him not to feel a little excited when his childhood sweetheart, who shared the same ideals with him, stood in front of him dressed like this.

It is because of behavior, not because of lust and the body.

Seeing that this guy couldn't speak, Xiao Yuanmu, who was originally proud, suddenly looked cold, and the slightly heated atmosphere in the room suddenly became like falling into an ice cave. "Why don't you speak?"

Otherwise, how can we talk about women's hearts? She was the one who took off her clothes to tease Zhao Wumian, but if Zhao Wumian really had any sexual desire for her, she would get angry instead.

After all, her body hasn't grown up yet.

But what if Zhao Wumian didn't have any lust and remained calm? She would definitely be angry.

Zhao Wumian put his underwear on the table beside him, calmed his hot heart a little, and just said nothing when he heard her, and walked towards her.

Xiao Yuanmu's witch-like expression could no longer be controlled, and her heart began to beat fast. Even though she was the Palace Master of Taixuan Palace, there was a hint of barely detectable panic in her eyes.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand to hug her. Xiao Yuanmu took a step back and subconsciously tried to dodge, but failed. Zhao Wumian grabbed her wrist and then gently held her in his arms.

Zhao Wumian put one hand around her slender waist and the other hand on her bent thigh, with his palm pressed against the snow-white skin of her back. The person in front of him seemed like she would slip away at any time.

But the two of them were pressed tightly together.

Xiao Yuanmu was speechless. She was the one who took the initiative, but when the disaster really happened, she became at a loss.

"Aren't you growing up yet?" When Zhao Wumian spoke, he felt the hot air he exhaled was extremely hot.

The hot air hit Xiao Yuanmu's face, and for some reason he felt itchy.

Xiao Yuanmu was not an ordinary woman after all. After a brief panic, she seemed to have calmed down, and her expression showed a hint of inexplicable charm.

"I'm wearing my childhood clothes and holding you in the yard where we lived when we were little. Are you very proud?"

"It's more than just a feeling of pride. It's not an exaggeration to say that my life is complete."

This time, Xiao Yuanmu did not say anything to spoil the mood like "It doesn't matter if I break off relations with Luo Chaoyan."

She slowly closed her eyes and whispered:
"You don't have to fight with others, so the consumption is not great, but the injury is too severe after all, and it can't last even for a cup of tea... You can't do anything you want to do, unless our famous Wei Ming Hou is a useless silver-plated spearhead~"

Zhao Wumian did not answer, his hand slowly moved upwards.

Xiao Yuanmu said nothing, she could only notice that Zhao Wumian's body was getting hotter and hotter... and so was she.

The straps of the bellyband fell down and hung on Xiao Yuanmu's waist, but the moon-white bellyband was stuck between the two of them and could not fall.

Xiao Yuanmu waited for a while, but Zhao Wumian didn't take off her "thin pants". He looked at him with a little doubt.

"These thin pants are tailor-made for me... They won't tear even when I grow up. If you don't believe me, try it."

Xiao Yuanmu knew Zhao Wumian’s little thoughts...but she obeyed and did not refuse.

The woman in Zhao Wumian's arms had become the woman in his dreams without him noticing. Her face looked like she was twenty years old, youthful and lively, yet she had an air of nobility and majesty as if she held the power of the world.

The red lips are like a petal, making her even more attractive, with skin as crystal as snow, a curvaceous collarbone, and full and attractive curves.

She still had her eyes closed, the enchantress of the martial arts world, the rebel of the Demonic Sect, with her eyes closed, it was as if the moonlight was pouring down, bright and clear, as if she would step on the moon and leave if she was not careful.

Zhao Wumian used his shoulders to open the curtain and placed Xiao Yuanmu on the couch where she slept when she was a child.

The inky black hair cascaded onto the couch, and he raised his hand to remove the moon-white bellyband.

Zhao Wumian's breathing was rapid.

He bent over and stood beside the couch, his eyes moving from Xiao Yuanmu's red lips and collarbone to Zhong Muchu's and his flat belly, and finally looking into the distance, his breath choking.

Xiao Yuanmu's legs were long and straight, but after all, they were much taller than when she was a child. No matter how elastic the black stockings were, they were inevitably torn a lot. One after another, the torn marks were tightly imprinted on Xiao Yuanmu's legs, highlighting her excellent fleshy feeling and making her skin look even whiter.

Battle-damaged black silk...

Looking at the sunset again, there is no distance to travel, and the accumulation of strands becomes a rich brocade...

The heat rushed straight to Zhao Wumian's brain, making him almost unable to think.

But he didn't want Xiao Yuanmu to think that he was impatient, so he smiled and said, "It seems that the quality of these 'thin pants' is not very good. I will go to Jinxiufang to buy them when I return to the capital..."

Xiao Yuanmu had limited time and was a little anxious. He noticed that Zhao Wumian was just watching him like that, and suddenly he got angry, "What the hell are you hitting me on..."

"Woo——"

She raised her arms and held Zhao Wumian's neck, turned over and pressed him on the couch, raised her hand and lifted his chin, as if she was treating him as a witch in a cauldron, and lowered her head to cover his mouth.

Her ink-black long hair fell from the side of her face, and a few strands fell on Zhao Wumian's face, making him feel itchy.

This was not the first time that Zhao Wumian kissed Xiao Yuanmu. He had kissed her before in Shu. But at that time, Xiao Yuanmu used the excuse of healing his injuries to deliberately make Mu Lier more angry.

Now that the atmosphere is right and they are in love, the feeling is completely different.

After kissing for a few seconds, Xiao Yuanmu stood up again and looked down at Zhao Wumian... Unfortunately, the morning bell and evening drum came too late.

Zhao Wumian couldn't see her face, and Xiao Yuanmu couldn't see Zhao Wumian even a little bit.

Xiao Yuanmu seemed to be interested. He raised his hand and opened the morning bell and evening drum a little. He looked into Zhao Wumian's eyes through the gap and said with a smile:
"Like sister?"

"Have you always wanted me to call you sister since we were little? You know I call Jiu'er sister, so you want to take advantage of her, right?"

Zhao Wumian lay flat on the couch. Although his whole body was burning, he also felt a warm and lazy feeling... When he was with Xiao Yuanmu, he always had this leisurely and lazy feeling.

"So what? Do you think you haven't called me that before? Call me again and I will continue~"

Xiao Yuanmu's slender fingertips reached into Zhao Wumian's collar and slowly stroked his chest. He spoke again, word by word, with a smile.

Zhao Wumian gave in, and was dizzy and dazed by Xiao Yuanmu's posture, "Sister, can you suffocate me to death?"

Xiao Yuanmu smiled triumphantly and leaned down again, but this time she did not kiss Zhao Wumian. Instead, she hugged Zhao Wumian's face and rubbed it like a spoiled child.

Zhao Wumian could hardly breathe, but only he knew how it felt.

Xiao Yuanmu's injuries were serious. In fact, he couldn't even hold out for a cup of tea. With Zhao Wumian's physical condition, this amount of time was just enough for Su Qingqi, the master, and others to recover.

Time was tight and the task was heavy, and Xiao Yuanmu also wanted to try some more tricks, so without waiting for Zhao Wumian to enjoy a few seconds, she straightened up again, knelt beside Zhao Wumian, and lowered her pretty face.

Zhao Wumian was almost stunned by Xiao Yuanmu's attack. At this moment, he looked up in a daze. The inky hair covered Xiao Yuanmu's face, and the tips of the hair fell on his abdomen, and then the hair swayed left and right, making him feel itchy.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and slid it along the hair, across the snow-white back, gently caressing the distance.

Xiao Yuanmu's delicate body trembled slightly.

But I don’t know how much time has passed, the person next to me has suddenly become several sizes smaller, but, but Zhao Wumian is not done yet.

"Do you want to continue?"

……

After a while, there was a response.

"What else? The fire that my sister started should naturally be put out by my sister."

"I feel a bit guilty..."

"Why don't you just close your eyes? You're being nosy. You must be very proud of yourself!"

……

Outside the house, the drizzle was pattering, and the two people's idle chatter was soon drowned out by the sound of rain. I want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry wine together, but it's not like the youth travel... But why are the two of them melancholy about this? If they were still young, they would have fought each other now and torn down a few walls.

Now they have all grown up and experienced the ups and downs of life. Many things have changed, but the affection they had since childhood has finally blossomed and borne fruit when they revisited their old place.

The white horse stood alone under the big locust tree, occasionally lowering its head to eat the high-quality grass that Zhao Wumian had prepared for it, and looking up at the sky.

The horse was not a martial arts expert, so it could not hear the movements of the two people in the house. It just thought in its heart...

Didn’t you say that you should go back? Why haven’t you come out yet?

And why is there not even a stable in such a big yard? The horses have to hide under the trees to avoid the rain.

On the other side, it was sunny and windy in Tinglan Manor. It seemed that the drizzle was just a blessing from God and only fell in Lin'an.

Most of the people in the backyard of the winery were female disciples of Taixuan Palace. Voices were heard coming from a room.

"The Liu family from Zhuangxi moved to Tinglan Village only ten years ago. They have always lived a peaceful life. Apart from the fact that Old Man Liu taught a few petty thieves a lesson and showed off his martial arts skills, there is nothing else that attracts attention."

Xiao Lengyue sat behind the table, flipping through the documents brought by her subordinates with her small hands, casually checking them out. This was the Chronicles of Tinglan County, and many insignificant things were recorded in it.

Hearing this, she said without even raising her head:
"Old Liu knows martial arts. Wumian learned a few tricks from him when he was a child. Let's not talk about other things, but his spear skills are domineering, fierce, and exquisite... With such martial arts skills, didn't Old Liu make a name for himself in the martial arts world before coming to the village?"

A pretty woman sat beside Xiao Lengyue. After hearing what he said, she recalled for a moment and shook her head. "There are countless gunmen with the surname Liu in the martial arts world, but those who can make a name for themselves... It seems that no one can match up to Old Man Liu."

"Is it because the time given to you was too short that you failed to find out, or is it because there really isn't anything?" Xiao Lengyue glanced at the woman.

The woman stood up and saluted with fear, "There is no such thing as an airtight wall. Give me some more time, and I will be able to find out. It's just that..."

"What do you want to say?"

"The Liu family has always kept a low profile. Even if they have outstanding martial arts skills, they hide in the market. It is obvious that they want to live in seclusion and not interfere in the affairs of the martial arts world. Therefore, they may not be surnamed Liu. Maybe they changed their names and came to the village. I am afraid it will be difficult to investigate..."

"What's so hard about checking? Either go to their house at night and steal the family tree, or go to their house in disguise and talk to them, and ask questions indirectly."

"Yes……"

The woman stood up to make arrangements, but was stopped by Xiao Lengyue, "Wumian hasn't come back yet?"

The woman blinked and shook her head slightly, "If the young master comes back, the whole village will know..."

Xiao Lengyue calculated the time. If he was just going to visit the grave, he would have returned long ago... Could something have happened?

Considering Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu's martial arts, this was completely groundless worry, but as the saying goes, once bitten, one becomes afraid of ropes for ten years.

Xiao Yuanmu was seriously injured and nearly died, so the two had to take the risk to go to the capital to seek the Naraku Red Silk in order to have a chance of survival.

Zhao Wumian was even ambushed and nearly killed, and now no one remembers him... Thinking back on it now, Xiao Lengyue still feels a little scared.

She was worried, and after thinking for a moment, she decided to let the woman bring the horse over while she went to Lin'an to take a look in person.

Lin'an was not far from Tinglan Manor, and Xiao Lengyue's horse was obviously a rare treasure in the martial arts world. Before long, they arrived at the villa beside the West Lake in the light rain.

I bought this yard in the first place to hide my identity. Although the location is good, it is very quiet and there are not many idle people around.

Xiao Lengyue hurried to the outside of the courtyard holding an oil-paper umbrella. As a martial arts master, she could sense that there were people in the house and a horse grazing in the yard...

Xiao Lengyue was a little surprised. Was he going back to the yard to rest after sweeping the tomb?

She was worrying too much.

Xiao Lengyue was completely relieved and was about to push the door and enter the yard, but she heard something and stopped suddenly.

She frowned slightly and listened carefully. There was a faint inexplicable swallowing sound in the yard, neither fast nor slow, and full of rhythm...

Xiao Lengyue is not a teenage girl. Even if she has never had close contact with any man in her life, her experience in the martial arts world is there, so it is impossible for her not to know what is going on.

Her face changed slightly. Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu were childhood sweethearts and were in love with each other, so it was not surprising for them to do such a thing. But, wasn't Yuanmu seriously injured now and unable to grow up at all?

This this……

Even Xiao Lengyue felt a sense of shame in her heart for having corrupted Zhao Wumian.

But it’s understandable. When you revisit an old place, it’s easy to have some inappropriate thoughts. It’s human nature, but it’s still a bit...

Xiao Lengyue was not a foolish woman without foresight. She led the horse, concealed her breath, and quietly went away, intending to show up after the two of them were done, so as not to catch them doing it and embarrass the child.

And then... then find an opportunity in private to teach Zhao Wumian a lesson.

No matter how impatient you are, you should wait until Xiao Yuanmu recovers from his injuries and turns back into his twenties before you can have sex with him, right?

I don't know when this unexpected drizzle stopped. The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is like the mood of a woman in the water village, sometimes good and sometimes bad, catching people off guard.

An angry shout came from inside the house, which suddenly woke up the white horse that was almost asleep under the tree. He looked around in confusion.

It also made Xiao Lengyue, who was holding an umbrella outside the villa, leaning on the horse's back and looking up at the sky, glance sideways into the courtyard.

With her five senses, she could vaguely hear voices coming from the courtyard.

"Zhao Wumian! Do you have a twisted habit?"

Xiao Lengyue nodded slightly in her heart, Yuan Mu was right.

"Ah? Wasn't this your initiative? Sigh, the atmosphere could even impress the famous Taixuan Palace Master, but in the final analysis, it was you who wanted to..."

Hmm? Xiao Lengyue felt confused.

"You keep saying something about feeling guilty, but you're actually enjoying yourself like a government official...Aren't you going to refuse?"

"…Whatever you say, I will definitely agree."

"Then why don't you send a letter to the capital right now and tell the empress that you no longer want to be Marquis Weiming and that you want to go to Jiangnan with Xiao Yuanmu to become a rebel?"

"No, I swore long ago that I would never be a traitor in this life."

"Swear? When?"

"When I was sweeping the graves, I said to my grandparents in my heart, you have been separated for thirty years and have not seen each other. I will never repeat the same mistake. After sweeping the graves, I will do some ideological work on Xiao Yuanmu and ask her to join me in serving the country in a roundabout way..."

Xiao Lengyue's mind began to get a little confused. She felt that Zhao Wumian was not acting like an animal, but Yuan Mu could not hold back...

Oh, I'm so confused, but what Zhao Wumian said makes sense. The two of them had talked about this before.

In the past, Xiao Lengyue would have wanted to chop off the heads of any court lackeys she saw on the road, but now Zhao Wumian has a relationship with Luo Chaoyan after all.

Xiao Lengyue didn't want her little Wumian to suffer the same fate as Xiao Lingyun... Her father's life was already full of regrets, and she couldn't force Zhao Wumian to become like that.

Before Zhao Wumian could finish his words, Bai Ma heard the clanging sounds of fighting coming from inside.

"What you mean by a roundabout way of gaining power is to let you and I have a baby? What nonsense are you talking about? Don't you know that both you and I are adopted?"

Xiao Lengyue smiled. These two have loved playing and fighting since they were little.

Inside the courtyard, as soon as the words fell, the room suddenly fell into deathly silence.

I don’t know how long it took before Zhao Wumian’s voice was heard again.

"It seems that my aunt is the only descendant of the royal family of Chen Country..."

Xiao Lengyue's smile suddenly froze.

How could Zhao Wumian have thought of this and even told Yuan Mu about it...

boom----

Before he finished speaking, the white horse in the yard saw a figure crashing into the wooden door and flying backwards. He stepped lightly on the big locust tree to slow down his force and landed gracefully on the ground.

Zhao Wumian was dressed neatly and patted his clothes. He saw that the white horse was looking at him. He wanted to smile and say hello to the horse, but Xiao Lengyue outside the yard was in a very complicated state of mind, with a faint aura coming out of her. He tilted his head and looked in Xiao Lengyue's direction with a puzzled look on his face.

Was there anyone there just now?
He was just about to use the sword skills here to find out what was going on, but Xiao Lengyue realized that he was exposed. He suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and with a calm face, he led the horse to the gate of the villa and raised his hand to push the door open.

Crunch——-
"Who!? Um... Auntie?"

Zhao Wumian looked stunned.

Why is Auntie here? Could she have heard his conversation with Xiao Yuanmu just now?
Would she think that Zhao Wumian had feelings for her as his concubine?
It's impossible that she didn't hear it. She had obviously been standing outside the courtyard for a long time. Maybe she even knew everything he and Xiao Yuanmu had done.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanmu, who was getting dressed in the house, paused, and then his face showed embarrassment, awkwardness and shame.

It was hard to imagine that one day I would be able to see such a girlish expression on Xiao Yuanmu's face.

She dressed even faster.

Xiao Lengyue raised her eyes to look at Zhao Wumian, her nose moved slightly, and she smelled a slightly ambiguous scent from Zhao Wumian.

Her expression remained unchanged, pretending she knew nothing, and looked at Zhao Wumian, "You and Yuanmu haven't returned yet... Auntie was worried, so I came to Lin'an to check. Why aren't you going home? You don't even run home when it rains?"

"Isn't this home..." Zhao Wumian explained. Seeing that Xiao Lengyue seemed to know nothing about him and Xiao Yuanmu, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of whether Xiao Lengyue really didn't know or was pretending not to know, it was still inappropriate to say this kind of thing openly.

Could it be that Zhao Wumian was going to say, Auntie, for the sake of our national restoration, why don't we have a baby? Don't worry, just call each other by our own name.

I call you Auntie, the kids call you Mother, and you continue to call me Wumian...

Zhao Wumian is not yet so shameless as to be so shameless.

Zhao Wumian's thoughts were mixed, but so was Xiao Lengyue. She was even worried that Zhao Wumian would suddenly ask, "Auntie, did you hear what we just said?"

Xiao Yuanmu walked out of the house in neat clothes and looked at Xiao Lengyue with a calm face, pretending nothing happened.
"What are you worried about? We are not children anymore. Let's go back to the village together... Now that we have finished sweeping the tombs, we should also go to Poyang Lake."

Xiao Lengyue was eager to get rid of this embarrassing topic and return to the village as soon as possible, pretending that nothing had happened, so she calmly said, "The yard has been cleaned so cleanly, this year our family of three can go back to Lin'an to celebrate the New Year again." Then she got on her horse and returned home together...

(End of this chapter)