Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 379: Summer Night, Boating, Wilderness, Ruined Temple, Beauty
Night, summer night.

The village was dark and gloomy. One could hear the chaotic sound of horses' hooves outside the house, but no one made a sound for fear of getting killed. Only after all the noises died down did a yellow light quietly come on.

The village chief held a lantern and walked out of the house trembling with fear at the urging of the old woman. The night wind blew, bringing a faint smell of blood into his nose, making him shiver.

He leaned forward with his lantern and shone it forward, only to find that all the officials who had come to arrest the wanted criminal were in disarray, with body parts and blood all over the ground.

The village chief turned pale with fright, the lantern slipped out of his hand and he fell to the ground. The lantern rolled several times along the pool of blood and finally came to rest in front of a pair of boots.

He was the one who killed these officials!? Who is he!?
The village chief raised his eyes tremblingly, and following the dim light of the lantern, he saw a sword slung across his waist...

"Are you the village chief here?"

A young man's clear and loud voice came slowly and steadily, speaking the Central Plains Mandarin. The village chief didn't understand it, but he was still startled and knelt down quickly, not daring to look again.

"They hunted me and my sister Xiangzhu, and that's why we ended up like this. Since you took me in during this period, I won't mind you leaking the information about our house... Raise your head and deal with the body."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves could be heard from the yellow earth, gradually fading away.

Only then did the village chief dare to look up, following the moonlight in the night sky, and saw the young lady sitting on the horse and the man leading the horse... It was them? The young lady's husband was actually a martial arts master!
The young lady and her husband are safe, but so many officials died in their village. If the higher-ups investigate, what will happen to their village?
The village chief's face turned even paler, his vision went darker, and the night wind blew even harder. The young lady's husband suddenly stopped, turned his head and glanced sideways, remembering something.

"Soon there will be no imperial court in Nanzhao... and you won't be held responsible."

The village chief could not understand the official language of the Central Plains. He only heard that the young lady's husband's words were as calm as water but full of awe-inspiring power, as if he wanted to turn the Nanzhao Kingdom upside down.

Having killed someone in the village, it was obviously impossible to continue living there, so Zhao Wumian quickly left with his sister Xiangzhu.

The horses of the officials were frightened and fled in all directions. Zhao Wumian randomly led a horse and wanted to leave with two horses, but he didn't expect that Luo Xiangzhu still couldn't ride a horse. After all, they had wooden carts before.

Zhao Wumian loosened the reins, patted the horse's thigh and let it run away, then he flew over and sat behind Luo Xiangzhu, startling Luo Xiangzhu's delicate body and causing her to tremble slightly.

Too close... Although Luo Xiangzhu had bathed with Zhao Wumian during this period, Zhao Wumian was unconscious at that time, so the feeling must be different from now...

Zhao Wumian turned a blind eye, put one hand through Luo Xiangzhu's slender waist to hold the reins, and simply stroked her lower abdomen with the other hand. He gently squeezed the horse's belly and rode away.

The burning heat from her palm came through her clothes, making Luo Xiangzhu blush.

Luo Xiangzhu was a lady from a wealthy family, so she was naturally reserved. It was okay that Zhao Wumian was unconscious before, but now that he had woken up, there must not be any physical contact between them, otherwise it would ruin the innocence of both of them.

He immediately grabbed Zhao Wumian's hands with both hands, trying to break free.

But Zhao Wumian not only did not let go, but began to caress gently, stroking up and down, as if he was feeling the tenderness of Luo Xiangzhu's skin through the clothes.

When going up, I almost touched the bamboo shoots, and when going down, I almost touched the bamboo leaves, but it was always just that little bit short...

Luo Xiangzhu's pretty face turned red and she bit her lower lip tightly. She realized that Zhao Wumian was deliberately bullying her, so she turned around and glared at him.

Why are you bullying me right after I woke up?!
Zhao Wumian saw Luo Xiangzhu looking back, her moist red lips tightly pursed, like a petal in the early morning.

Covered with dew, it looks delicate and tempting.

Her long hair was still covered with a grey headscarf. Although her face showed shame and anger, she could not hide her fatigue. The daughter of a prince was dressed like a country girl.

It was this little country girl who was alone in a foreign country and took care of Zhao Wumian for nearly a month.

Zhao Wumian immediately moved closer, and with a "pop" sound, he kissed Luo Xiangzhu's red lips.

Luo Xiangzhu was startled and almost fell off her horse, but Zhao Wumian didn't keep kissing her. He just kissed her a little and then smiled, moving away from her:

"This isn't bullying... How can being intimate with your own wife be considered bullying? What? You still don't want to acknowledge this golden marriage?"

When Luo Xiangzhu heard the words "a perfect match", her eyes became more complicated.

The Princess of Yan naturally mentioned to the young Luo Xiangzhu that she had a childhood marriage, but she has always been gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. How could she let her elders decide her marriage?

She will only ask the elders to help her arrange marriage if she likes someone.

Back in Huating City, when Zhao Wumian wanted to talk to her about men and women, she refused in every possible way and asked Mu Lier to talk for her. In fact, she was hinting to Zhao Wumian:
If you really like her, then discuss an auspicious day with your master, and then send the betrothal gift to Yanyun, then she will be reluctant.

But if Luo Xiangzhu has no interest in someone, no matter how hard Mu Lier tries to persuade him, the marriage will not happen.

Therefore, this so-called "perfect match"... Since Zhao Wumian had never come to Yanyun to look for her before, how could she take it seriously...

But at this moment, Luo Xiangzhu never thought that the object of this "golden marriage" was actually Zhao Wumian.

She couldn't help feeling both annoyed and happy.

What’s annoying is that even though they were engaged as children, Zhao Wumian never came to Yanyun to look for him.

As for joy...needless to say.

It turns out that the two of them were born to be a pair, and my cousin was the latecomer, hum...

And since Zhao Wumian could remember this incident, he must have remembered everything... The matter that had troubled him for so long was finally resolved.

Luo Xiangzhu's eyes were filled with mixed feelings of shyness and joy, but due to etiquette she was too embarrassed to let Zhao Wumian see her joy, so she turned her face away.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Wumian raised his hand again, lifted her chin and turned her pretty face towards him, then gave her another kiss with a "bo" sound.

"Hmm..." Luo Xiangzhu made a struggling nasal sound in her throat and pushed Zhao Wumian away with force, but she looked around hurriedly first... What if someone saw us in this remote place?
She is the daughter of a prince, a virgin, how could she do such a shameless thing outside? At least... at least she should find a private place...

But seeing that Zhao Wumian seemed to be getting more and more aggressive, she quickly turned her face away to avoid being kissed, and raised her hand as if to change the subject, pointing to the sky.

Where are we going?
Zhao Wumian smiled coldly, "I haven't completely lost consciousness these days. I vaguely know what's happening outside, so those who bullied you, don't even think about running away. Now I have to help you get justice... And Zhu Jiutian, if it weren't for him back then..."

Luo Xiangzhu did not listen to the rest of the conversation. She only heard Zhao Wumian say that he was still conscious when he was unconscious. Her vision immediately went dark and she leaned back weakly on Zhao Wumian's shoulder, almost fainting.

If that's the case, then wouldn't Zhao Wumian know that I had taken a bath with him?

She doesn't want to live anymore.

As a result, she had not been pretending to be dead for long before she realized that she had just made a gesture, and Zhao Wumian's hand on her lower abdomen was no longer restrained. He took the opportunity to sneak into the corner of her shirt like a snake, and then move upwards.

Follow the clues.

Luo Xiangzhu's pupils suddenly widened. When they were in the East China Sea, Zhao Wumian only touched her little hand and kissed the back of her hand, but now, she had just woken up and...

With Luo Xiangzhu's upbringing and thick skin, how could he withstand such a blow? He struggled hard on the saddle, but the bamboo shoots got stuck in him. It was fine if he didn't move, but as soon as he moved, the bamboo shoots were pulled and yanked, and the little mute lost all his strength in an instant. He fell backwards into Zhao Wumian's arms like a pool of clear spring water.

Her pretty face was extremely hot, her beautiful eyes were shy but also a little confused, her face was tilted upwards, and Zhao Wumian's chin was visible.

Zhao Wumian held the reins with one hand and kept his other hand warm in the little mute's arms. He lowered his eyes and looked at Luo Xiangzhu's beautiful face in the moonlight.

Luo Xiangzhu's eyes were fierce, meaning to let go!

Zhao Wumian ignored it and bent down again.

boo~
The two embroidered shoes that Luo Xiangzhu had hung on the side of the saddle suddenly bent up, kicked a few times in the air, and kicked on the Donghuang Bell that was stuffed into the saddle bag, making a few crisp "clang clang" sounds, and then the embroidered shoes hung down helplessly as if accepting their fate.

The Donghuang Bell is the master of the nine bells, but it is treated as an iron pot and kicked... I guess only Zhao Wumian and his gang would treat it like this.

The horse galloped along the official road and saw some houses in the distance. Luo Xiangzhu groaned and quickly pushed Zhao Wumian away. She sat up straight and smoothed her dress with a red face.

Zhao Wumian did not continue to bully the little mute. When he got closer, he saw that it was a ferry crossing with a few houses in twos and threes, and the lights were all off.

There are several boats moored at the pier. The lake is wide and the opposite bank is not visible. The bright moon is reflected on the water, and it is quiet and peaceful.

When Zhao Wumian cleaned up the group of so-called officials, he not only robbed them of their silver, but also asked them some questions. He found out that crossing the lake was a shortcut to Yongchang.

He obviously intended to cause trouble for Cui Xiangwei first, so he came straight here.

Zhao Wumian bent down, put his arms through Luo Xiangzhu's legs, and carried Luo Xiangzhu off the horse in a very intimate posture.

Luo Xiangzhu held his neck and didn't struggle much.

Neither of them could speak Nanzhao dialect, and it didn't look like anyone at this ordinary ferry could speak Central Plains Mandarin, so communication was inconvenient. They simply kept quiet and left a few taels of silver in front of the door, then pushed the two boats away.

Zhao Wumian and Luo Xiangzhu were paired with one horse.

Luo Xiangzhu lifted her skirt and stepped onto the deck. The calm lake surface began to ripple. She looked at him in confusion, not knowing how Zhao Wumian was going to bring the horse to the other side of the lake.

Zhao Wumian also stepped onto the deck and waved lightly at the boat with the horse. A gentle force pushed the boat forward, quickly and steadily. In just a few breaths, the horse had reached the center of the lake. The force did not decrease at all, and it continued to swing forward on its own.

It is expected that the energy of this palm alone is enough to support the horse and swing directly to the other side of the lake.

But there was clearly no one on the boat... If any passerby saw it, they would definitely think it was a ghost.

Luo Xiangzhu looked at Zhao Wumian in slight surprise... It was obviously impossible for him to do such a thing before.

Zhao Wumian didn't care about these little things. He bent down and walked into the boat awning, letting the boat move forward on its own. He was obviously not in a hurry, so the boat was not going that fast.

Luo Xiangzhu leaned against the side of the boat, her white hands hanging down, her fingertips wiping out a faint ripple on the lake surface, until she reached the bright moon in the center of the lake. The full moon was swaying gently in the ripples, and a faint mist was floating on the surface of the lake, quiet and deserted.

Luo Xiangzhu was in a relaxed mood with a peaceful expression.

Zhao Wumian sat cross-legged opposite her, untied his scarlet wine gourd from his waist, and shook it gently. There was still wine inside... Well, Luo Xiangzhu obviously didn't know how to drink during this period.

Zhao Wumian uncorked the wine, poured a mouthful of Tinglan wine into his mouth, admired the beauty under the moon, and then handed the wine gourd to her.

"I finally woke up tonight, it's worth celebrating, I should have a few drinks... Can the girl have some too?"

Luo Xiangzhu did not refuse, but raised her hand to gently tuck the hair around her ears, took the wine gourd, and took a small sip.

Her expression was a little strange... Zhao Wumian now called her sister all the time.

It’s not that this name is wrong, and it sounds sweet, but it’s too intimate... I’m a little hard to get used to it all of a sudden.

She remembered something and unpacked the small bag she had placed beside her.

She seemed to be showing off and gave Zhao Wumian a proud look, then she laid out the items inside one by one.

Pancakes, bacon, sausages, dried cucumbers, and chicken soup sealed in a can...I made this stew at noon today, and I only ate half of it!
Luo Xiangzhu unscrewed the sealed jar. The chicken soup was already a little cold, with no steam coming out, and it smelled quite fragrant.

Luo Xiangzhu took out another pair of chopsticks, handed them to Zhao Wumian with both hands, raised his chin slightly, and smiled at him.

I ate and drank at the same time. There wasn't much good food in that village. These were what I had saved up.

Zhao Wumian took the chopsticks and saw Luo Xiangzhu holding the jar with both hands, taking a sip of the chicken soup with a comfortable expression.

Really fragrant.

Zhao Wumian also drank some chicken soup and ate some chicken meat.

The chicken soup was very salty and the chicken was very tough... It was neither tasty nor appetizing. Now that it was cold, it was even harder to swallow, but it made Luo Xiangzhu so satisfied.

These so-called delicacies that Luo Xiangzhu cherished so much made Zhao Wumian realize how much Luo Xiangzhu had suffered during this period. Luo Xiangzhu was usually very greedy and would try the local specialties wherever she went. Now, she was sent away with just this little bit of unpalatable chicken soup and chicken, and the unappetizing bacon and cucumber?
Zhao Wumian was no longer in the mood to eat, so he put down his chopsticks.

"Those so-called officials are Jiuli people. I learned from them that the person chasing you is the governor of Yongchang, Cui Xiangwei, the head of the Cui family, one of the five major families in Jiuli... He is just a stray dog ​​on the side of the road. I will take his head soon."

Luo Xiangzhu tore open the pancake, soaked it in the chicken soup, stuffed it between her red lips, tilted her head, and stared at him blankly with her beautiful eyes.

Didn't you say you wanted to celebrate? Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?

She nodded slightly as if in agreement and pushed the food in front of her.

Eat quickly, eat quickly. You are a warrior and you need to consume a lot of energy. You were unconscious during normal times, so it was not easy for me to feed you. You must not have been full. Now that you are finally awake, eat as much as you want.

Zhao Wumian was silent again, and after a few seconds he said, "When we get to Yongchang City, I'll take you to a big meal first, and then we'll go to Dali and continue to eat a lot."

Luo Xiangzhu blinked her eyes, and a few strands of hair on her forehead swayed slowly in the night breeze. Her beautiful eyes were sparkling with a bit of longing and impatience.

It’s great, I can finally eat some delicious food again.

Zhao Wumian looked into her eyes.

Luo Xiangzhu did not notice Zhao Wumian's expression. She remembered something, raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the court with a puzzled look.

Why don't you send a message to the court first and ask for reinforcements to help?
Zhao Wumian smiled, his tone calm.

"No one in small Nanzhao is qualified to catch my sword, not even Zhu Jiutian who has lived for more than a hundred years."

Luo Xiangzhu was still a little worried. After all, they were in a foreign country and the Jiuli people were numerous and powerful... Well, let Zhao Wumian make the decision on this matter.

If Zhao Wumian can win, that would be the best. If he can’t… at worst, we can just be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks!

The little mute also let it go. She kissed and touched Zhao Wumian. She knew she had a man! Even if she was really dead, she was not a wandering ghost.

While thinking, Luo Xiangzhu saw that Zhao Wumian had not eaten, and blinked, looking at the simple meal she had set out. Suddenly, she remembered that Zhao Wumian had been eating delicacies every day before he fell into a coma.

Now I'm just taking a nap, and when I wake up I'll have to eat these coarse grains, which will definitely be difficult to swallow.

Luo Xiangzhu couldn't help but put down her chopsticks, a trace of embarrassment and shame appearing on her pretty face.

I'm sorry, she doesn't know martial arts and has no experience in the world. If you ask Guan Yunshu, Su Qingqi and others to come, they will definitely serve you well. You will not lack any delicacies from land and sea and luxurious houses.

As soon as Luo Xiangzhu lowered her eyes in shame, she saw Zhao Wumian suddenly raise his hand to sweep away the miscellaneous grains in front of him, press her wrist, and press her onto the deck.

Bang————

The wine gourd was knocked over, and the crystal clear wine seeped into the deck, filling the air with the aroma of wine. However, what Zhao Wumian's nose smelled more of was the virgin fragrance of Luo Xiangzhu.

"kindness!?"

Luo Xiangzhu's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she felt Zhao Wumian's hot breath on her neck, which made her feel itchy. She couldn't help but turn her pretty face to the side, her face flushed, and she felt ashamed and angry.

what are you going to do?
Zhao Wumian raised his hand and gently pulled open Luo Xiangzhu's headscarf, revealing her long, black hair, and said:
"The childhood engagement between you and me has been delayed for twenty years. It is better to do it today than to wait for a better day..."

Usually Luo Xiangzhu would wear her hair down like a unmarried woman, but now she had it tied up, looking more feminine, as if she had really become Zhao Wumian's newlywed wife.

Upon hearing this, Luo Xiangzhu immediately shook his head repeatedly, showing great resistance.

No, no, she doesn't ask for three gifts and six betrothal gifts, nor does she ask for a bridal sedan, but at least she has to be dressed up beautifully, step over the fire basin, and walk across the red carpet of your Zhao family, only then can she be married in a dignified manner, right?

Look at her now, wearing a coarse cloth skirt like a village girl, without even a hairpin in her hair, and without any rouge or jewelry to dress herself up...

Whose wife is so ugly?

Zhao Wumian knew what Luo Xiangzhu meant, but he didn't expect that Luo Xiangzhu still thought that he was not worthy of him because of his simple dress.

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment and didn't say anything to comfort her, but let go of Luo Xiangzhu's hand.

Without the restraint, Luo Xiangzhu began to feel a little annoyed.

As a result, as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Zhao Wumian open his palms. As if there was a suction force, two streams of clear lake water on both sides of the boat accumulated in his palms and turned into a water hairpin in the air.

The water hairpin is simple in style, but it reflects the moonlight in the night...very beautiful.

Zhao Wumian didn't know how to fix the hairpin, but he put it into Luo Xiangzhu's hair, looked at her face, and smiled:

"Sister Xiangzhu is so beautiful."

Luo Xiangzhu felt shy after being praised, so she looked away. Instead, she held the side of the boat with both hands and looked towards the lake, trying to look at the water hairpin that Zhao Wumian had given her.

The water hairpin was not very clear and blurry in the reflection of the lake, but Luo Xiangzhu found that she was smiling unconsciously and her beautiful eyes were shining with joy.

Zhao Wumian just used his martial arts to condense a worthless water hairpin for her, and that made him so happy?

On the lake, Zhao Wumian appeared behind Luo Xiangzhu and whispered something in her ear.

Luo Xiangzhu's pretty face gradually turned red, then she turned her face away and closed her beautiful eyes.

For her, this was a response.

In the sparkling lake, the shadows of the two people slowly overlapped, and then they fell on the boat, and their shadows were no longer seen on the lake.

A sudden groan of pain was heard from the boat, and a moment later, ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, breaking the bright moon in the lake into pieces.

A lonely boat drifts lonely in the center of the lake, but the man and woman on the boat are not lonely.

Luo Xiangzhu didn't know any martial arts and her body was weak, so Zhao Wumian was very cautious at first.

But gradually, the sound of the ship rising and falling became louder and louder, even a little violent.

Suddenly, there was a sound of cracking, and for some unknown reason, the small boat suddenly broke in the middle.

Plop————

Water splashed everywhere, but in an instant a shadow suddenly appeared on the lake surface, like an arrow shot from a bow, lightly brushing across the wide lake surface, and in the blink of an eye it arrived in a forest on the other side of the lake.

Zhao Wumian was bare-armed, naked, and a little disheveled in the wind. He never expected that after waking up, he would find that his martial arts skills were so high that with just a little effort, he could actually... break the boat.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, otherwise both of them would have been soaked.

Luo Xiangzhu was held horizontally in Zhao Wumian's arms, with an outer coat on her body, wrapping her tightly, leaving only a pair of jade-like feet in pure white silk stockings and a pretty face exposed.

Her face was abnormally red, her forehead was covered with sweat, her hair was pressed tightly against her skin, her red lips were constantly opening and closing, she was breathing rapidly, her eyes were blurred, and she had not even noticed that the boat had capsized.

It was not until the night wind blew on her face that she came back to her senses. She shuddered and looked at Zhao Wumian in surprise.

You, why are you so strong?
She looked around quickly, but the forest was dark and deserted...

Zhao Wumian pulled the coat draped over Luo Xiangzhu. Of course there was no one there. According to Zhao Wumian's perception, even if Zhu Jiutian came in person, he could not escape his sword.

"Put on your clothes first and find a quiet place to spend the night. Next time, I'll be gentler next time..." Zhao Wumian was still holding Luo Xiangzhu's embroidered shoes in his hand, with the bag on his arm. He raised his hand to help her put on the embroidered shoes and pinched Xiangzhu's little feet.

Delicate touch, like a piece of warm soft jade.

Luo Xiangzhu's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she quickly raised her hand to cover Zhao Wumian's mouth.

It's fine if you just know it in your heart, no matter what you say...

After getting dressed, he found his horse which had already gone ashore and was standing there eating grass. He then rode away in a random direction.

Both of them felt a little awkward and didn't talk all the way. They didn't know how much time had passed before they found a dilapidated temple to rest.

There was no one in the temple, which was in a very dilapidated state. The Buddha statues were lying on the ground, with half of their faces missing.

There were many charred marks in the lobby, and it was obvious that many people from the underworld came here to stay overnight. Therefore, although the temple was dilapidated, it was still clean.

Zhao Wumian lit a bonfire and looked around. It was a small temple with only a door and window in front.

Luo Xiangzhu took the bedding for overnight stays from the horse tied outside the temple and spread it next to the campfire, but then he heard a click and Zhao Wumian closed the doors and windows.

Luo Xiangzhu didn't care. She spread the bedding, raised her hand to touch the water hairpin, then gently pulled it, let down her inky hair, and combed her messy hair slowly.

Zhao Wumian closed the doors and windows and looked back. The beauty was sitting sideways on the quilt, her long black hair hanging down. Her profile could not be seen clearly, and the light of fire flickered on her body.

The simple skirt wrapped around her delicate body. As she was sweating a lot, the fabric stuck to her skin, further highlighting her small waist without a trace of fat. However, the thin branches and fruits made her look like bamboo shoots, which was very oppressive at first glance.

Zhao Wumian walked over slowly and sat on the quilt. He raised his hand and gently pulled open Luo Xiangzhu's embroidered shoes, revealing her little feet in white socks.

Her feet trembled slightly and she shrank back. Luo Xiangzhu looked at Zhao Wumian sideways like a frightened deer, her beautiful eyes blank.

Zhao Wumian played with the girl's little feet and slowly moved closer, "Sister Xiangzhu... shall we continue?"

Luo Xiangzhu shook her head repeatedly. She was covered in sweat and must stink...

In fact, it didn't smell at all, just a little sweat, which made her look even softer, smoother, warmer and more attractive.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and lightly lifted his shirt.

thump—

There seemed to be a slight sound coming.

Luo Xiangzhu raised her hands to cover them, but Zhao Wumian held her hands down with his fingers clasped together.

Zhao Wumian lowered his eyes and looked carefully in the light of the fire, as if he felt that he had not seen clearly because it was pitch black on the boat just now.

Luo Xiangzhu's pretty face flushed red, she turned her face to the side with her eyes slightly closed.

All he could feel was Zhao Wumian's breath on him, which was extremely hot.

Later, the breathing became heavier and closer...

Let’s eat bamboo shoots.

Luo Xiangzhu's delicate body trembled suddenly, and her toes wrapped in white socks were clasped tightly...

But then I remembered, if I did this in the temple... would Guan Yunshu be angry to death?
Kaka————

The bonfire flickered, casting circles of inexplicable reflections on the walls of the dilapidated temple.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes short, sometimes long, but the reflection fits tightly together.

Summer night, ruined temple, beauty...

(End of this chapter)