Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 377 Your Village Girl
The wildfire lasted for three days and three nights until it was put out by a sudden rainstorm. Black smoke lingered in the sky, lingering and lingering. When the summer wind blew, fine dust appeared like snowflakes, spreading over a radius of ten miles, as if it had snowed black snow.

The people of Yishui Village did not care about Luo Xiangzhu and Zhao Wumian who were like passers-by in the clouds. They continued to live their lives as usual. However, the hunter at the head of the village had been out of work recently. Fortunately, he had a lot of savings, so he just took a break and dragged the woodcutter to drink to relieve his boredom. He got drunk every night.

Late at night, when most lights in the village were turned off, the hunters' homes were still brightly lit, and the laughter of drunkards could be heard.

"Hey, that young lady was really scared by us that night. She must have not slept well that night. When I saw her that day, her face looked so haggard..."

"You'll suffer the consequences if you don't do this. If this fire continues, I'm afraid I'll have to stay at home for the whole year."

While chatting and laughing, they drank the emptied wine jars. The hunter carried the empty jars and lanterns and went out of the house to buy wine. The sky was still covered with black snow. He raised the lantern to shine, cursed the bad luck, and staggered towards the wine shop.

The evening wind howled, sweeping up the black snow, making people sneeze and being annoying.

Gululu————

The wind was so strong that the lantern fell to the ground and rolled forward.

The hunter cursed inwardly again, and followed the lantern with unsteady steps. He picked it up and stood up. For some reason, he suddenly felt his whole body stiff. He raised the lantern to shine, and a cold and hard face appeared under the light, with a dark official robe and a long sword at his waist.

"The prefect has sent someone to investigate the wildfire. Get out of the way!"

It seemed that he had rushed here overnight. The officer was in a very bad mood. He suddenly lifted his official robe and kicked the hunter in the face.

boom!
The drunk hunter hadn't reacted yet. He only felt a black shadow flash before his eyes. He lost his balance and flew backwards. He hit the wall across the compacted loess street, shattering the wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and his head tilted. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

A loud bang woke the villagers, and they hurried out of the house with lanterns in hand. Seeing the hunter being beaten, they were all very excited, but when they saw the officer in official robes, they dared not say a word.

The village chief hurried over and learned that the official came for Luo Xiangzhu. They looked at each other in confusion. But how could such a small village offend the imperial court for a passerby? They said whatever they wanted.

"The daughter of a noble from the Central Plains ran to my Yongchang Road and set fire to the mountain?" The official had a cold face and stroked the hilt of the knife at his waist. His tone was not without surprise. He asked again: "Who is this noble?"

"I don't know..."

"Don't know? I think you have been deceived by the thieves." The officer smiled coldly.

"But the way that young lady dresses and behaves is not like that of an ordinary person..."

"I still don't see them often enough. There are countless evil women in the martial arts world who have learned the etiquette of the rich and powerful and cheat people for their money."

The village head's wife couldn't help but speak up for Luo Xiangzhu when she heard this. "The young lady is kind-hearted. She even asked us to borrow a donkey cart, but she blushed and lowered her head, ashamed. How could she be a witch?"

"Whether she is a witch or not, you have no say." The official looked at the village head's wife coldly and said in a cold voice:
"Once this fire is set, I don't know how much damage will be done in Yongchang Road, including timber, prey, herbs, poisonous insects... a rough calculation shows that it is at least ten thousand taels of silver. Even if she is not a witch, she must be one now. Lord Cui needs to give an explanation to the people of Yongchang. Stop talking nonsense. Where did she run to?"

The village head's wife was frightened by the officer's look. The surrounding villagers did not want to be implicated by Luo Xiangzhu, so they confessed everything in a few words.

"He is also carrying an unconscious man with a broadsword, who is suspected to be a martial arts expert..." The officer pondered for a moment, feeling heavy in his heart.

This situation is the most difficult to deal with in the martial arts world. The so-called kind-hearted young lady may also be a martial arts master, and the so-called unconscious man may just be pretending to be unconscious in order to harm others.

It is common sense not to blindly believe the facts in front of you when you are in the world.

Therefore, after pondering for a moment, the official wrote a letter on the spot, whistled to call a carrier pigeon, and sent it together with the document written by Luo Xiangzhu to the prefect of Yongchang, asking Lord Cui to send reinforcements.

He then jumped on his horse, lightly stepped on the horse's belly and walked eastward.

Ding ding dong dong————

The clear stream flowed down and fell on the rocks, making a tinkling sound, crisp and continuous. The donkey was pulling the wooden cart, lowering its head to eat the grass by the roadside, looking quite docile.

Beside the stream, Luo Xiangzhu knelt on a stone with a tired look on her face. She dipped her slender white jade fingers into the water, which was icy cold. After wetting her hands, she pulled up her hairband and combed her ink-black long hair. After a simple wash, a hint of sadness appeared at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

I don't know how many miles I walked in three days. I relied on a few taels of silver to buy some dry food and kept on traveling. It was enough to barely get by. I just felt a little tired and didn't get a good night's sleep.

The money is almost gone, and it probably can't support her and Zhao Wumian to go to the Central Plains. I'm afraid that the days ahead will only become more and more difficult.

Zhao Wumian rested his head on Luo Xiangzhu's thigh, breathing evenly. Luo Xiangzhu lowered her eyes to look at him, and saw that he looked much better. She thought he should wake up in a few days, so she smiled sweetly, and all the sadness in her eyes disappeared.

She wet the coarse cloth handkerchief she had bought and carefully wiped Zhao Wumian's face. After the initial panic, she had become accustomed to taking care of Zhao Wumian and even had time to look at Zhao Wumian's face.

She had always thought Zhao Wumian was very handsome, but due to etiquette, she had never looked at him more closely. Now that she had taken a closer look at him... he was really handsome.

She leaned down again, got closer, her nose moved slightly, and her eyebrows were cutely frowned...but she had been sweating a lot during this period and had no chance to take a shower, so she smelled.

But besides her, who else could wash Zhao Wumian? Luo Xiangzhu glanced down along her neck, then suddenly retracted her gaze, her fair and pretty face slightly red.

The girl's heart was beating fast and her heart was beating fast, but she didn't know that someone was spying on her from behind.

……

The official's name was Cui Yi, a guard specially trained by the Jiuli Cui family. He was originally the personal guard of Cui Xiangwei, the head of the Cui family. However, Cui Xiangwei did not take him with him after going to the Central Plains, so he stayed in Nanzhao to help with official affairs.

The wildfire incident had a serious impact and could not be delayed. He was of high status and had a rare horse under his crotch. After riding all night, he saw a donkey cart from afar and immediately turned over and dismounted.

The horse stuck out its tongue and exhaled continuously. Cui Yi raised his hand, grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist, and placed the horse far away to avoid being exposed.

I used my Qinggong skills to get closer and saw from a distance a young girl in plain clothes sitting by the stream, combing her long hair. She was as beautiful as a painting.

Upon seeing this, Cui Yi had to admit that what the people in the village said was true... With her temperament, appearance, every gesture, it was no exaggeration to say that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Even though Cui Yi had followed Cui Xiangwei around the country for so many years, he had never seen a woman more beautiful than her.

However, Cui Yi obviously had no interest in women. He sighed in his heart and his heart rose to his throat.

In the underworld, the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is... After all, those who are beautiful but have no talent would have died in some corner long ago.

But when Cui Yi looked at him carefully, he couldn't tell at all that Luo Xiangzhu knew martial arts. Could he be overthinking?
And the man resting his head on her thighs...

Because of the angle, Cui Yi couldn't see the man's face clearly, and didn't know his identity, but his hands, which were placed flat at his sides, were covered with calluses... The sword was not a cover-up, this man was truly a swordsman.

But he had no weapons at hand. If he attacked by surprise, even if the man really pretended to be unconscious, how could he be his opponent with just fists and feet?
A swordsman without his sword would certainly lose his strength...Those who are proficient in swordsmanship and boxing are a minority among the minority.

It would definitely be better to chop off the arsonist's head and bring it back quickly than to dawdle and wait for reinforcements. Thinking of this, Cui Yi slowed down his pace and came to within twenty steps behind Luo Xiangzhu like a ghost.

The donkey was still eating grass, without reminding Luo Xiangzhu of his intelligence and spirituality.

Cui Yi slowly drew the sword more than halfway out of the sheath, but there was no sound. The sharp blade was embroidered with a Zhulong dragon pattern, and Cui Yi raised his hand and blocked it with his sleeve to prevent reflection.

Twenty steps, ten steps, five steps, one step...

Not to mention the footsteps, even his breathing, heartbeat, murderous intent and hostility were not revealed. Until Cui Yi stood behind Luo Xiangzhu and hid in the shadow under the tree, Luo Xiangzhu did not notice it at all.

For a martial arts master, killing a weak woman who has no martial arts skills is not much different from breaking a branch.

Luo Xiangzhu was completely unaware of the murderous intent behind her. She rubbed her handkerchief in the stream water for a few times and continued to carefully wipe Zhao Wumian's face and wash him. In her heart, she was still wondering whether she should find a secluded place along the stream to help Zhao Wumian take a wild bath.

Cui Yi stood behind Luo Xiangzhu, looking down at her, while sizing up Zhao Wumian. The man still had his eyes closed... We'll know if he's pretending to be unconscious after a try!
Choke————

The remaining blade of the dragon-patterned long sword suddenly came out of the sheath, emitting a beam of cold light, pointing directly at Luo Xiangzhu's delicate neck.

The sharp sound of the knife irritated Luo Xiangzhu's nerves and made her heart jump suddenly, but she didn't even have the chance to look back before she felt a few sharp pains in her neck.

Cui swung his sword, and seeing that the man had no reaction at all, he must have been unconscious. He was worrying too much, and he felt relieved.

But in an instant, a hand suddenly passed through the shoulder of the woman in front of him, like a silver dragon closing its mouth, clamping his neck in the blink of an eye and lifting him up on the spot.

Or pretending to faint?!
When Cui Yi saw the unconscious man suddenly stood up and clamped his neck, his eyes immediately turned cold and he changed his tactics, intending to take Zhao Wumian's head directly.

Cui Yi knew that the man in front of him must be a martial arts master, but he did not expect that this man's martial arts skills had already exceeded his imagination.

Before he could change his moves, Zhao Wumian's other hand had already left a trace of afterimage, blocking his wrist and twisting it to the side. The dragon-patterned long sword fell immediately and was then bent back.

Click————

The forearm bone was broken, and the pale white blood pierced through the flesh, with blood splattering everywhere.

The severe pain made Cui Yi scream, but his neck was clamped and he was unable to make a sound. He could only let out a few whimpers in extreme pain.

Luo Xiangzhu just reacted at this moment and was so scared that he sat down on the ground. He looked up in surprise and saw that Zhao Wumian had already stood up, breaking the man's arm with one hand and clamping his neck with the other.

Zhao Wumian was clearly resting his head on her thighs, but she didn't see clearly when he made the move and stood up.

But immediately afterwards, Luo Xiangzhu's expression showed deep surprise, thinking that Zhao Wumian had finally woken up, but when she looked closely, Zhao Wumian still had his eyes slightly closed... Huh?

Cui Yi was more skilled in martial arts. He noticed that Zhao Wumian's eyes were slightly closed, but his breathing was still even. He knew that the man was still unconscious, but his battle-hardened physique allowed him to sense the danger and attack instinctively... This was the so-called muscle memory.

Thinking of this, Cui Yi was suddenly filled with horror. If this was just muscle memory, how high must his martial arts be? It couldn't be higher than their Jiuli ancestors...

He was incapable of thinking about these details. The feeling of suffocation in his throat made him struggle with his legs in the air. He then suddenly raised his leg and kicked towards Zhao Wumian's genitals. His other hand hung in the air and smashed heavily at Zhao Wumian's forearm.

Click, click————

Zhao Wumian was the first to arrive, he lifted up his boots and raised one arm, then there were two more crisp sounds of bones breaking, and the pale broken bones pierced through the flesh.

Cui Yi whimpered in pain again, but immediately afterwards his eyes turned red and looked fierce. He stretched out his arms at both sides like long whips, hitting Zhao Wumian's arms.

But he had no strength at all at this moment. Zhao Wumian seemed to have judged that he was no longer a threat, so he did not move, allowing Cui Yi to swing his broken arm and smash around. However, the hand that clamped him remained motionless, and his expression did not change at all, with his eyes slightly closed and calm.

Seeing this scene, Cui Yi's heart trembled slightly, and he was horrified to the extreme. They were all human beings, but the man in front of him had unprecedented martial arts and physique.

He didn't want to die, his eyes became even more brutal and crazy, his movements were frantic, and as he moved, blood kept splattering on his body.

Gradually, his movements became slower and slower, until his limbs hung down limply, and he was clamped in mid-air by Zhao Wumian like a puppet.

This scene is so bloody that it is enough to scare ordinary people to faint.

Luo Xiangzhu collapsed on the ground, with blood splattered on her face. She stared at Zhao Wumian with her beautiful eyes wide open, a dazed look on her face.

If it were normal times, she would have been so frightened that she would have stepped back repeatedly, not daring to look him in the eye.

But now she came back to her senses, staring straight at Zhao Wumian's face, and after a few seconds she revealed a heart-stirring smile.

Just now, this guy hasn't changed his moves yet, you blocked it for me...

If I had known I wouldn’t have set that fire… With you by my side, I’m sure nothing will happen to me, right?
Zhao Wumian instinctively realized that Cui Yisheng was doomed, so he let go. Then his body swayed slightly and he collapsed, and was supported by Luo Xiangzhu.

She slowly knelt down, soaked the handkerchief again, and gently wiped the blood off Zhao Wumian's face.

Then Luo Xiangzhu looked at Cui Yi, who was lying on the ground like a pile of mud. He looked a little scared, but he still mustered up the courage to go forward and touch the corpse.

After groping for a while, he pulled out a heavy purse. When he opened it, he saw that it was full of silver coins, at least a hundred taels.

Luo Xiangzhu was overjoyed, and kept pushing Zhao Wumian's shoulders with her small hand holding the purse.

Look, we have money! I'll give you a good meal tonight! Without the danger, Zhao Wumian also stopped reacting, and I don't know if he can feel Luo Xiangzhu's joy.

Luo Xiangzhu didn't care and smiled sweetly.

We are so rich.

Cui Yi still had some miscellaneous stuff on him, but Luo Xiangzhu saw that they were useless so he didn't take any more.

She looked around, fearing that the assassin had reinforcements, so she did not dare to delay and did not kill anyone. She just hurriedly found the horse that Cui Yi had left far away, pulled the reins, and came to the wooden cart.

She hesitated for a moment, then loosened the donkey's reins and patted its thigh.

Thank you for these days. I will let you go free, but don’t let anyone catch you and make you into donkey meat BBQ.

When Luo Xiangzhu thought of donkey meat bacon, his appetite was aroused and his stomach growled.

The donkey looked at Luo Xiangzhu and slowly left. Luo Xiangzhu then tied a rope to the horse, and they now had a simple carriage.

The horse had been running all night and was very tired. Even when Luo Xiangzhu whipped it, it only trotted. However, it was still much faster than the donkey cart.

Luo Xiangzhu raised his eyes to look at the sky, then turned back and patted Zhao Wumian's shoulder happily.

Let’s go, let’s have a big dinner tonight!

In Yongchang City, the Jiedushi's legitimate son died in the Central Plains, and only his head was brought back, so the streets were filled with white silk.

In Cui's mansion, Cui Xiangwei had no intention of spying since his eldest son was beheaded by Shamantian. He rode back to Nanzhao and stayed in the mansion all day, not seeing anyone.

It is natural for the elderly to send off the young.

Although Yongchang was still peaceful, everyone knew that if someone committed a crime at this moment and was the first to do so, he would die a miserable death.

As a result, even the desperate criminals who killed people without blinking an eye have kept a low profile in recent days. But at this moment, a mountain was burned, causing Yongchang's annual tax revenue to drop by more than ten thousand taels.

To put it bluntly, Nanzhao is the territory of Jiuli. The money of the imperial court is Jiuli's money, and the money of Yongchang is naturally the money of the Cui family.

Cui Xiangwei was naturally furious with such a huge loss. As the saying goes, the nail that sticks out gets shot, otherwise he would not have sent his personal bodyguard Cui Yi to investigate the matter.

At this moment in the study, Cui Xiangwei stood with his hands behind his back in front of a landscape painting, without saying a word or smiling. His deputy stood behind him, reading the letter sent by Cui Yi.

"The powerful people in the Central Plains?" After hearing this, Cui Xiangwei raised his eyes indifferently and said casually:
"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that within a few months, the Central Plains will have to send troops to invade us. What powerful noble would send their own offspring to Nanzhao at this moment? Would they send them to us as hostages?"

The aide nodded slightly, "Cui Yi thought so too. He thought the two were just desperate people from the underworld. But the young lady left a note. Looking at the handwriting, it's not like that of an ordinary person..."

Cui Xiangwei raised his hand to take the paper, glanced at it, and frowned, "The writing seems to be the calligraphy of Yanyun calligrapher Tan Lingyu..."

As a vassal state of Dali, all the famous and powerful people in Nanzhao had to learn the official language and calligraphy of the Central Plains. Even the characters used in the compilation of the History of Nanzhao were used in the Central Plains.

As the undisputed pillar of Jiuli and the head of the Cui family, one of the five major surnames, Cui Xiangwei is both civil and military, and has obviously studied the calligraphers of Dali.

Tan Lingyu is the literary leader of Yanyun. She is over seventy years old this year. Her writing is bold and majestic, yet also graceful and elegant as a woman.

Everything related to the word "literature" in the lineage of Prince Yan was taught by her... Luo Xiangzhu also learned the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting from her.

Luo Xiangzhu was cautious and did not leave his name when signing the agreement, nor did he mention the King of Yan. However, the handwriting he had practiced since childhood could not deceive anyone.

The staff member also had some understanding of Tan Lingyu, and frowned and said: "From what I know, Tan Lingyu's ambition is higher than the sky. Even if you offer her a thousand taels of silver, don't expect her to teach for an hour. The only person who can persuade her is probably the King of Yan..."

"The King of Yan has only one daughter, Luo Xiangzhu, a mute, twenty years old, and a very graceful young lady..." Cui Xiangwei recalled, and couldn't help but frowned, saying:
"But Luo Xiangzhu is always accompanied by Zhao Wumian or Mu Lier, so how could she suddenly appear in Yongchang? This is the heartland of Nanzhao, and she looks like she is in trouble... It doesn't make sense."

"She is mute, very young, with a stunning appearance. Her writing style is similar to that of Tan Lingyu. All of her features match. There is also an unconscious young man beside her. The sword she is using is somewhat similar to Zhao Wumian's."

"No matter how similar they are, it doesn't make sense. According to the Central Plains intelligence, Zhao Wumian just showed up at the Jade Palace not long ago. How come he has now crossed thousands of miles and run to Yongchang Road? Even if he could fly, he wouldn't be able to fly so fast, right?"

After the words were spoken, both of them were in trouble.

All clues point to Luo Xiangzhu and Zhao Wumian, but this is absolutely impossible.

Cui Xiangwei pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and gave the order:

"Report this to Dali and warn Master. If Cui Yi wants to find reinforcements, I will take a group of experts to take a look. If you can bring back the heads of these two men, don't mention Zhao Wumian or not. It must be a coincidence. If you can't come back... even if you can't believe it, I'm afraid it has something to do with Zhao Wumian."

"Yes."

After he finished speaking, Cui Xiangwei asked again: "Did you hear any news from Master? Shamantian killed my son, how can this matter be so easy to deal with?"

The staff member looked embarrassed, "The Prime Minister gave me a letter. He had worked with Shaman Tian decades ago. There is a layer of affinity..."

"So you're unwilling to help my son?" Cui Xiangwei looked angry.

The staff was silent.

Cui Xiangwei took a deep breath, remained silent for a few seconds, and then raised his hand lightly, "Go down."

"Yes……"

The breeze blew up the wheat ears, and the wheat on both sides of the road swayed gently in the wind, and the fragrance of wheat mixed with the smell of soil floated in the wind.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

The carriage swayed along the road. Luo Xiangzhu was in high spirits, humming an unknown tune, as if she was on an outing with Zhao Wumian.

The city of Nanzhao was heavily guarded, and anyone without a household registration was treated as a refugee.

Men were captured for forced labor, and women were forced to sell themselves in brothels. No one dared to run around except for those with connections.

With Luo Xiangzhu's looks, if she just wandered around in the world, she would definitely attract bad guys, not to mention entering the city.

She was afraid that she would be arrested by the madam's men as soon as she entered the city, so she was very cautious and did not go near any big city. She only looked for towns and villages with light defenses to stay and resupply.

After walking for a long time, they finally saw a post station on the side of the road. She jumped off the carriage, supported Zhao Wumian and walked into the post station, intending to write a letter to send to the Central Plains.

It doesn't matter who she sends it to, as long as the court knows that she and Zhao Wumian are in Nanzhao.

The clerk at the post station saw that Luo Xiangzhu was very pretty and generous, and knew that she was of high status even though she was dressed simply. He did not dare to neglect her and specially found an old master who could speak the Central Plains Mandarin to communicate with her.

After a moment, Luo Xiangzhu looked lost, and helped Zhao Wumian out of the post station. He looked towards the east and sighed softly.

In recent days, the fact that Dali wants to go to war with Nanzhao has been made public. There is panic in Nanzhao, and the Prime Minister has even issued several strict orders.

People are not allowed to leave the country, letters are not sent by mail, and there are large troops stationed at the national borders, with all border checkpoints strictly guarded.

Outsiders couldn't come in, and people inside couldn't go out. It was obviously to guard against spies sent by Dali into the territory.

After Zhao Wumian learned that Nanzhao had become a puppet of Jiuli, he whispered in Luo Chaoyan's ear and mobilized the garrisons around Miaojiang, intending to march directly over. There was certainly nothing wrong with this move, but no matter how much Zhao Wumian planned, he could not have expected that he would end up in Nanzhao because of the mistake in the Jinboshan furnace.

Luo Xiangzhu couldn't help but pinch Zhao Wumian's face with her little hand.

We are out of luck.

But it doesn't matter, I can just find a village to live with you and wait for you to wake up...

The bridge is naturally straight to the bow. Luo Xiangzhu definitely does not have the ability to take Zhao Wumian directly out of the border. The risk is too great. It is better to hide the two of them and wait for Zhao Wumian to wake up.

Luo Xiangzhu did not dare to enter the city. Thinking of Cui Yi, he was afraid that there might be other pursuers. He had a good meal with Zhao Wumian at the post station, bought some dry food, and left in a hurry.

She didn't know where to go.

It seems like you can hide anywhere, but it also seems like you can hide anywhere.

She pulled the reins, looked at Zhao Wumian, and pushed his shoulder...Where are we going?
Zhao Wumian did not answer, but a string of Buddhist beads slipped from his arms.

Luo Xiangzhu picked up the Buddhist beads and wanted to put them back on Zhao Wumian, but she felt them a little rough when she rubbed them with her palm. She looked up and found that there was a string of small words on the Buddhist beads.

I hadn't noticed before that it says 'Walk to the end of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise'.

Needless to say, these words must have been carved by Zhao Wumian when he was free. The meaning is self-evident... Guan Yunshu.

But it is quite appropriate.

Luo Xiangzhu pouted her lips, put the Buddhist beads back, and continued to ride her horse.

The horse pulled the two of them along as the sun set and the moon rose. They passed by an unknown number of villages until they arrived in front of a village with beautiful scenery, where she got off.

She didn't want to walk to the end of the water. She only wanted what she liked when she sat and watched the clouds rise.

After all, this poem wasn't written for her...

Luo Xiangzhu's appearance and temperament are so good that no matter who sees her, the first reaction is that she is the daughter of a powerful person.

She was worried that someone was chasing her, so she smeared mud on her face before entering the village, making herself dirty and disheveled. She then smeared mud on Zhao Wumian's face.

She found it interesting, and rubbed her little hands in the mud until she felt satisfied and smiled for a long time, until Zhao Wumian looked even more embarrassed than her.

Then she raised her hand and tied up her black-black long hair and wrapped it with a headscarf. At first glance, she looked like an ordinary woman from Nanzhao.

I don’t know what the village is called, but it’s remote and the roads are all yellow soil, so it doesn’t look like outsiders often come here.

Luo Xiangzhu led the horse into the village, met the village chief, took out some change, and quickly bought a thatched house that had been unused for a long time.

The walls of the house were rough, made of earth, with bamboo strips faintly visible inside. The roof was made of just a few logs and tiles.

To Luo Xiangzhu, who was used to a good life, this place was not much different from a pigsty.

But she did not complain because she felt at peace.

She knew that even though she was just a weak woman who didn't know martial arts, and even though the man in front of her had been unconscious until now, he would definitely protect her when she encountered danger.

The daughter of a vassal king who was born in Yanyun was wearing a tube skirt, a headscarf, and a dirty face. She squatted in front of the bed and looked straight at Zhao Wumian who was lying on the bed.

With his fingertips, he wrote on Zhao Wumian's face with a smile:

"From today on, I am your little country girl."

The moon rises as usual.

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The pace slows down, focusing on the warm daily life of the little mute and Zhao Wumian. Don't worry, it won't take many words for these two to get married.

I personally think that daily details are the best sublimation and expression of the relationship between two people.

(End of this chapter)