Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 386 Attacking the Golden Palace
Crash---

Inside Dali City, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the solid city walls were covered with scars of battle. After only a few moves between the two men, half of the Dali city wall was demolished, and countless pieces of rubble rolled to the ground through the gap.

"Ahem————"

Zhu Jiutian coughed a few times and spat out some black blood. As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, his body slowly turned into a human form. However, his lower body had been completely crushed by the stone spikes, which was tantamount to being cut in half. With this kind of injury, even Zhu Jiutian would undoubtedly die.

But there was no hysteria of regret or remorse on Zhu Jiutian's face. Instead, he took a few deep breaths and forced a smile.

"Great skill! If I also knew the magic of transformation, how could I end up in such a situation..."

Zhao Wumian didn't know how this method of transformation into nothingness would help Zhu Jiutian's dragon transformation technique. He was too lazy to ask more. He just raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked closer.

"Jiu'er was poisoned by you back then. Tell me the truth, do you have an antidote?"

"My poisonous power will kill anyone who comes into contact with it. Even Wu Kui is unlikely to be spared. Xiao Jiuer has been blessed to have survived for twenty years... How could I prepare an antidote for my own poisonous power... What? You still think she is not dead?"

"If she's alive, I'd like to see her. If she's dead, I'd like to see her body. If she's not found, then she's not dead."

"Innocent……"

He laughed a few times and continued, "But your martial arts skills... I have been neither human nor ghost for most of my life, but in the end, I still fell into your hands..."

"You tried every possible way to turn yourself into a Gu, but now you regret it?"

"I never regret it, but if I had a choice, I would rather ascend to heaven and become a candle dragon. Who would want to use such an evil way as the poison..."

"You have already ascended to heaven, but you still want to turn yourself into a worm? You Jiuli people are crazy."

"With such a belief, we can't let go of Zhulong. Can you, Wei Minghou, let go of the women around you?"

Zhao Wumian killed Zhu Jiutian with his own hands, and the hatred in his heart gradually faded away. Looking at Zhu Jiutian with a normal mind, he felt that he seemed a bit like Chen Qiyuan... He had a sharp tongue and was good at speaking.

"No one will believe in Zhulong from now on. Using humans to refine Gu is against the will of heaven. Jiuli is finished."

"It's up to you, but..." Zhu Jiutian glanced at Zhao Wumian, "If you want to ascend to heaven, you will inevitably have a fight with Ji Yingshi."

"Ji Yingshi? Is he still alive?"

"How could a person like him die of old age without any special cause..."

Zhao Wumian frowned, thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"He doesn't sound like someone who cares about the secular world. I don't have much interaction with him right now. At least I have to wait until I have pacified the world before I can have the energy to fight with him."

"No intersection?" Zhu Jiutian laughed inexplicably, "Is that really the case? You and Ji Yingshi have been involved for a long time..."

"What do you know?"

"Ha ha……"

Zhu Jiutian was obviously not that kind-hearted. He laughed twice casually and his eyes gradually dimmed.

Zhu Jiutian was seriously injured, his heart and lungs had long been shattered. The fact that he could still speak at this moment was purely due to the almost abnormal vitality of a top martial arts champion. But no matter how high his martial arts skills were, he was still a human being after all.

The setting sun was just beginning to loom within the horizon, and the sky was already half dark, half rosy… the sky was divided into light and dark.

Zhu Jiutian looked up at the sky, then looked back at the stone spike that cut him in half, his eyes a little confused.

He never thought that he would fall into Zhao Wumian's hands. His magic of transforming into nothingness was too tricky and he suffered fatal injuries in the blink of an eye. It was obvious that he still had many cards up his sleeve that he had not used yet.

It was so sudden and unexpected that he was not mentally prepared at all.

But if you think about it, isn't that how people in the world are? They come suddenly, leave suddenly, are born suddenly, and die suddenly.

His head was already hanging on his belt, and thinking of this, Zhu Jiutian felt relieved.

Seeing that Zhu Jiutian was no longer moving, Zhao Wumian raised his hand and touched his waist, preparing to take out the Tinglan wine and blood for the sacrifice, but he touched nothing.

Zi Yi stepped forward and handed him the scarlet wine gourd, saying softly, "You treasure this gourd very much. I left it here before the fight. Have you forgotten?"

Zhao Wumian laughed a few times and pulled out the cork of the wine.

Crash---

The clear wine poured onto the ground, flowing down the slope of the pit and gradually mixing with Zhu Jiutian's blood.

After the pot of wine was poured, Zhao Wumian raised his hand and gently lifted his tattered cloak, hung the vermilion wine gourd around his waist, and looked around.

There were many pedestrians standing around, all with dazed and stunned expressions. Only when they saw Zhao Wumian coming did they react and looked at each other in bewilderment. Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard from the crowd.

"The Imperial Master is dead?"

These words were like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, and the whole city was immediately in an uproar.

"The Imperial Master is dead!!"

"How could the Imperial Master die?!"

"The Imperial Master is dead, then, then He Tuo..."

There were many garrisons lined up on both sides of the street, their hands holding the spears trembling. Zhao Wumian killed the national teacher in the street, which was a capital crime in Nanzhao, but who had the martial arts to capture him?
Nanzhao is not like Dali, where there are not so many martial arts masters available.

Now that the imperial teacher who had led Nanzhao for decades had died, everyone felt almost spineless.

Now that their spirit has been dispersed, even if they were asked to fight Zhao Wumian with their lives, they would not have the courage to do so.

The commander of the city guards looked extremely pale, and was about to leave. However, seeing that Zhao Wumian was covered in blood and his strength was only one tenth of what it was, he gritted his teeth and tried to give orders.

"Someone is coming..."

But before he finished speaking, several secret guards holding knives suddenly appeared around Zhao Wumian. They drew their knives from their sheaths with a clang and shouted:
"Protect Wei Ming Hou!"

Wei Ming Hou?
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole city fell silent.

The reason why the Dali Dynasty declared war was that Weiming Hou was captured by Nanzhao and came here to rescue him, but does this look like you were captured by us?

You killed the national teacher in the street, but you said we arrested you?

Zhao Wumian glanced at the crowd around him and didn't take them seriously. He just twisted the handle of the knife and cut off Zhu Jiutian's head. He then picked up the blade and threw it to a secret guard.

"Take a few more horses, travel 800 miles in a hurry, and take Zhu Jiutian to the front line of Kunming. Tell the world that Zhu Jiutian and the King of Nanzhao are dead. There is no one in Hetuo who can stop me from leaving the army. If you open the gate and surrender to the city, we soldiers will not massacre or rob the city wherever we pass. But if Kunming insists on fighting to the death...

Then I can also allow them a chance to sacrifice their lives for the country."

The voice spread all around with a strong inner breath, making everyone in Dali city silent. Even if they could not understand the Central Plains Mandarin, there were others who relayed it for them.

Although Zhao Wumian said it was Kunming, he was actually speaking to the entire Nanzhao.

The secret guard quickly raised his knife and cut open the hem of his robe, wrapped the head, bowed, and flew away using his lightness skills.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wumian looked at the armored soldiers around him. Every time his gaze swept over them, the soldiers would inevitably take a step back.

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly. Jiuli's affairs were too complicated, and he didn't want to explain them slowly, so he said directly:

“Zhu Jiutian used your offspring, fathers and brothers to refine Gu, causing countless deaths. You are so loyal now that you can’t help but be confused about right and wrong. But if you are determined to kill me, then I will give you this opportunity…”

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, then said loudly:

"Who wants to kill me!?"

The voice echoed in the city, but the whole place was dead silent and no one responded.

The world was dead silent. At this moment, only Zhao Wumian was standing alone and proudly on the long street.

He looked around, and after a moment he suddenly raised his hand, used his sleeve to hold the blade to wipe off the black blood, and sheathed the knife neatly. Then he jumped on his horse and reached out his hand to Luo Xiangzhu.

"Let's go to the Imperial City. It didn't take me long to kill Zhu Jiutian, and he ambushed him on the way. The Jiuli people were unprepared, and they are already in chaos in the Imperial City. They don't even have time to pack up their belongings. We can kill them again now and catch them off guard."

Luo Xiangzhu was glaring at the soldiers around him with a fierce look as if to say come on, but upon hearing this, he quickly put away his fierce look and obediently mounted his horse.

Zi Yi also remembered that the matter of Jiuli Gu was not over yet. Now that Zhu Jiutian was dead, Jiuli had lost its backbone and no martial arts master. In front of Zhao Wumian, they were just leeks and could be cut down with ease.

Then wouldn't all the treasures that Jiuli had accumulated over the years belong to them?!

Money! Poison! Martial arts secrets!

Zi Yi's beautiful eyes suddenly sparkled, and she quickly mounted her horse, "Hurry, hurry, don't let the Jiuli people escape... Are you okay with your injuries?"

"It's just the backlash from using the Immortal Transformation Technique... It's harmless and won't make me faint."

"That's good... What if Jiuli is not in the Imperial City?"

"Kill as many as you can. Even if a few escape, I will send people to catch them all, no matter where they are."

"How do you know who is Jiuli and who is not?"

"It's impossible that they don't have a roster... It's rare to see you talking so much and looking so happy?"

"Hum..."

As the words fell, the three men rode away, and passers-by along the way all stepped aside to make way for them.

The sun sets in the west, the sky becomes clear, and the remaining glow slowly fades away.

Some people looked at the back of the wanderer. Everyone knew that even though the troops of the Dali Dynasty had not yet set foot into the heartland of Hetuo, this man already had the final say in the Hetuo Kingdom.

Wei Ming Hou of the Dali Dynasty was now the new King of Nanzhao.

In a blink of an eye, it was already late at night of the next day, and the sky near Kunming was filled with blood.

"Hot oil, where's the hot oil!?"

"Rolling Stone is also used!"

"After hearing the battle report, the Imperial Master will surely come to the frontline to support us and defend to the death!"

On the Kunming city wall, the defender wiped the blood from his face and shouted to the surroundings at the top of his voice.

Dali had only attacked the city for one day when the soldiers around Nanzhao were already exhausted. In terms of manpower, morale, military discipline, weapons and armor, the two sides were not on the same level.

They were facing the fierce army that Han Yongliang had brought over from the northern frontier, and what about them? How long had it been since they became a vassal state of Dali?

Even if they can hold out for a while by relying on the advantage of the pass, the city will be broken sooner or later. How many people have not slept since yesterday, and how many people have a tense heart.

Until someone in the rear rode away on horseback, used his Qinggong to fly up the wall, and shouted in the not-so-fluent Nanzhao dialect:
"National Master Zhu Jiutian and the King of Nanzhao have died under the sword of Marquis Weiming! You should surrender quickly!"

"Weiming Hou said it earlier. If you surrender and open the gates, we will not massacre the city, search and rob, and treat the people with kindness!!"

Before he finished speaking, the man raised his hand and threw the package in his hand. A bloody head rolled to the top of the city wall and fell into the eyes of everyone.

The fighting defenders were all silent, and the commander sent by Jiuli rushed forward, held up the head, and examined it carefully, unable to believe it.

"What a national master..." he muttered to himself.

Pfft————

Han Yongliang used his light skills to fly up to the city wall and suddenly appeared behind the guard. With a flash of his sword, the guard's head flew into the sky.

He picked up the heads of the guard and Zhu Jiutian, flew to a high place, raised his hands high, glared with tiger eyes, and without saying much, after just a moment, people looked at each other, dropped their weapons and collapsed to the ground.

When someone started to attack, the defenders collapsed. Han Yongliang snorted coldly, turned his head and looked at the Dali army under the city. His fierce expression immediately changed, and he stared at his soldiers in disbelief.

Boss, didn't you say that Wei Ming Hou was captured? How come Wei Ming Hou alone chopped off the head of the opposing general and sent it to the front line! ?

Who saves whom?

Han Yongliang wasn't there either. He had never fought such an easy battle in his life.

Generally speaking, the casualty ratio in a siege war is one to ten, which is considered an underestimation. Even if Han Yongliang is confident, the best result would be to capture Dali before the end of the year. This requires a steady supply of food and grass, and the army's morale is high.

But now, this, this...

Even he was stunned for a moment before he recovered and said loudly:

"Enter the city! Go to Dali! Welcome Weiming Hou!!!"

No matter what, the Marquis's move crushed the morale of the Nanzhao army in one fell swoop, saved our army countless losses, and saved the lives of countless brothers.

Han Yongliang now wants to fly over and burn yellow paper with Weiminghou and become sworn brothers... This is fucking too awesome.

No wonder the emperor became sick from missing him and lay in bed after only one month of missing him...

Zhao Wumian was not surprised by Kunming's surrender. Unlike Dali, Nanzhao had never intended to fight this war from the beginning. Nanzhao was originally a vassal state of Dali and only wanted to recuperate in peace.

If Zhu Jiutian had not insisted on his own way, Nanzhao should have sent an envoy on horseback to the capital to submit his surrender as early as when Luo Chaoyan mobilized troops in Miaojiang.

Therefore, he didn't care much about the war on the front line, and focused on entering the imperial city to deal with the affairs of Jiuli.

Inside the Golden Palace of the Nanzhao Imperial City, the palace maids were looking down, wiping the bloodstains in the palace, trembling and moving cautiously.

Occasionally someone would dare to raise their eyes quietly and look at the young marquis sitting on the royal chair, and the fear deep in their eyes would turn into a little surprise.

What a handsome lord...

Zhao Wumian didn't care about the little palace maid who was secretly watching him. He leaned back on the royal chair, wearing a black robe and a golden sword. He looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, leaned in to smell it, and then showed a disgusted expression.

“This smells terrible.”

"This is poison, not a delicacy. You are the top martial arts champion, are you afraid of this little stench?" Zi Yi stood beside the king's chair with her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at him.

There is no place safer than the imperial city in Nanzhao, so the Jiuli’s foundation is here. Zhao Wumian did not spend much effort to obtain the remaining Jiuli Gu... but there were some twists and turns along the way.

The eunuchs, secret guards, palace masters, and the remaining Jiuli people who were blindly loyal to the Nanzhao royal family... did not stand up without resistance.

However, those who resisted have now turned into bloodstains on the stone bricks of the Golden Throne Hall.

With the death of Zhu Jiutian, the Jiuli had reached the end of their luck. Zhao Wumian then broke into their base camp and chopped off many heads. Maybe two or three kittens escaped and joined the rest of the Jiuli people who were stranded outside, but they obviously could not cause any trouble.

Zhao Wumian had anticipated that a centipede would not perish even after its death, and would let his men slowly hunt down the Jiuli in the future. Anyway, all the good things of the Jiuli were in the national treasury for him to take as he pleased.

The matter of Nanzhao is obviously not over yet, and there are still many tail ends that need to be dealt with, but it is definitely not Zhao Wumian’s turn to clean up the mess himself, otherwise would he be holding the position of Marquis in vain?
I will take care of the trivial matters.

Therefore, he lived in the imperial city with peace of mind. As long as he was alive, as long as he was in Nanzhao, there would be someone to support him, and Nanzhao would not be in chaos. He only had to wait for Han Yongliang's army to arrive and Luo Chaoyan's order, and then he could safely resign and return to Beijing to be his elegant marquis.

Zhao Wumian swallowed the rest of the Jiuli Gu, feeling the poison in it penetrate into his limbs and bones, turning into nutrients and making his body stronger.

These are all real improvements in combat power.

"Jiuli has a dazzling array of good things, and there are still many. My little princess and I can't count them all. Your injuries are not light, so you should stay in Nanzhao for a while to recuperate. I will count them and take out the ones that are useful to you..."

Zi Yi was chattering in his ear, her voice unable to conceal her excitement, Zhao Wumian glanced sideways.

Their clothes were already dirty, so when they arrived at the imperial city, they went to the Brocade Shop and picked out some new clothes that fit them. Zhao Wumian was wearing a black robe made of silk brocade, which was in line with the style of the Central Plains, but his purple clothes were completely different.

Her jet-black long hair was draped with a silver tassel crown and a pearl necklace adorned behind her waist. She wore a white gauze top with a purple background that covered her bulging chest. Her small waist was not exposed, but was wrapped in a silver chain. Her lower body was a long skirt with a phoenix pattern that looked like a beach towel.

The absolutely beautiful face was not embellished with any makeup, but her fair skin was so smooth and tender that it seemed as if water would ooze out if you pressed it with your hand, and her red lips were as small as a leaf, just like petals.

It is extremely exotic and somewhat similar to Meng Po's dress, but not as wild as hers, only elegant and noble.

Obviously, these clothes were made for the female members of the Nanzhao royal family.

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but lower his gaze, looking at the outline of the slender legs under the purple dress, thinking that if the skirt could be split... Thinking carefully, he didn't seem to have seen Zi Yi's legs very often, but just looking at the outline, he knew that the curves were beautiful and the touch...

"What are you looking at?"

"This skirt is very beautiful. You can wear it often."

"I look good in anything I wear." Zi Yi slightly spread her legs and bent down as if to pull down the hem of her skirt, which made the skirt fit closer to her legs, making the outline more obvious.

She pinched her skirt with her small hands and was about to pull it up, but when she saw that Zhao Wumian could see her calves from under the hem of her skirt, Zi Yi suddenly let go.

Zhao Wumian's gaze silently moved upwards, and Zi Yi revealed a smug look.

She was indeed teasing Zhao Wumian on purpose.

Zi Yi raised her jade finger and gently pushed his forehead.
"Pervert, how can I not know what you are thinking? Also, don't use your method of transforming into nothingness unless it is a life-and-death battle. Your body is already in a mess and your meridians are almost tangled because of it. Take good care of yourself this month."

As he spoke, Zi Yi came to the small table beside the chair, where there was a medicine box and a pile of bottles and jars.

There are so many treasures of Jiuli in the treasury, but Ziyi didn't study them. To put it bluntly, she cares about Zhao Wumian's injuries.

After Zhao Wumian killed Zhu Jiutian, he picked up his knife and chopped off a lot of heads. Although the injuries seemed insignificant, they were actually just what Zhao Wumian could endure.

Even Zhu Jiutian called the Art of Transformation an immortal technique, which shows that it is not something that can be used by ordinary people.

After all, the backtracking and deduction of the Naraku Red Silk is different. This is a method that Zhao Wumian figured out by himself. Even if he doesn't borrow the Cuojin Boshan Furnace, he can use it at will... But this immortal method is obviously not something he can afford at his current level.

It's fine to use it as a trump card to catch others off guard, but if he uses it continuously like he did against Zhu Jiutian, Zhao Wumian will die from the backlash sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Zi Yi bit her lower lip, sighed secretly, and rummaged through the medicine bottles in the medicine box.

"Take off your clothes. You have to change this medicine every day. Also, no matter how beautiful the little princess is, you'd better not have any bad thoughts. You should conserve your essence and take good care of yourself. Don't waste any more time. I will be watching over you all the time this month. If you dare to attack the little princess, I will use a strong medicine that will make you unable to get up..."

Zi Yi was chattering away, but Zhao Wumian's mind was attracted by her buttocks that were so close to him. The skirt was a bit tight, making her buttocks look even rounder and more perky...

"Zhao Wumian, Zhao Wumian? Are you listening?"

Zhao Wumian came back to his senses and saw Zi Yi suddenly take a few steps back, covering her hips with her hands, staring at him with a slightly red face.

"Listen, let me be restrained during this period of time and not have any evil thoughts about men and women." Zhao Wumian said impartially.

Seeing that Zhao Wumian really listened, Zi Yi was angry but had no place to vent, so she could only glare at him again and said unhappily, "Take off your clothes and apply the medicine."

Then she turned around and said to the maids who were cleaning the room in Nanzhao: "Everyone, go down."

"promise."

After all, he is my lover, how can I let these little palace maids feast their eyes on him?
The palace maids bowed, picked up the buckets and towels, and left quickly, closing the palace door.

Soon there was no movement in the Golden Throne Hall, and candles were lit dimly on both sides.

Zhao Wumian took off his shirt and sat on the chair. Zi Yi held the medicine jar and sat on the king's chair with her hands stroking her skirt. She twisted her waist slightly, opened Zhao Wumian's bandages, and applied medicine to him seriously with her pretty face.

The faint fragrance of Zi Yi lingered on Zhao Wumian's nose. Due to her posture, the small clothes were tightly stretched and stuck to her skin, giving a sense of wrapping.

Her waist is so slender, just about fit in one hand, yet her collar is full. At this moment, she is slightly bending over, following the force of gravity, making her even more eye-catching.

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but raise his hand, put his arm around Zi Yi's waist, and gently stroked her through the gauze and small clothes.

"You want me to give you a strong medicine and make you a eunuch for a month, right? Besides, the little princess is resting in the study of the Golden Throne Hall right now. If I call her, she will wake up immediately. If she sees that you dare to flirt with me behind her back, do you think she will be angry..."

Zi Yi's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was flat, as if he was stating the facts, but it was full of threats.

Zhao Wumian didn't say anything, but just moved closer to the pretty face that was so close to him.

Zi Yi's calm eyes moved, but he did not resist.

boo~
After they kissed, Ziyi leaned back, preparing to separate so that she could continue applying the medicine, but she was held by Zhao Wumian's arms and could not move.

Zi Yi narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and then slowly closed them after a few seconds.

zizi——

The candlelight was dim, and after the intimate sounds continued for a while, Zhao Wumian suddenly pulled Zi Yi and let her sit on his lap.

Zi Yi was afraid of touching Zhao Wumian's injuries, so she leaned in Zhao Wumian's arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.

When Zhao Wumian lowered his eyes, he saw her stunning face.

"you're so beautiful……"

"If you dare to move, I will really drug you. Don't think I'm just scaring you... Bo~"

"Woo..."

Zi Yi tightened her arms around Zhao Wumian's neck.

Zhao Wumian held Zi Yi's small waist with one hand, and pinched her skirt with the other hand, gently pulling it up, while glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

On the embroidered shoes, clean white silk stockings can be seen at the ankles. Further up, there are no thin pants, but rather delicate skin and beautiful curves of the calves.

Apparently, the weather was hot, so Ziyi stopped wearing thin pants and changed into underwear...

Zhao Wumian raised his hand to take off her embroidered shoes, which fell to the ground with a plop.

He wrapped his palm around her small and delicate feet and rubbed them gently, causing Ziyi to let out a nasal "hmm" sound and her arch of foot curled up.

Then he slowly moved up, to the calf, the knee, and under the skirt...

zizi——

"you!"

Zi Yi's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she pushed hard. Her feet in white socks stepped on the carpet and she took several steps back. Her pretty face was bloodshot, and her hands were tightly covering her lower abdomen...

When Luo Xiangzhu heard Zi Yi's scream, she woke up from her sleep, and hurriedly put on her coat and embroidered shoes, and walked into the main hall from the side hall of the study. She saw Zi Yi with a red face, holding her embroidered shoes in both hands and running into the side hall, and passed her by.

"Huh?" The little mute tilted his head and looked at the purple-clothed figure's back with a puzzled expression, and made a soft nasal sound as if he had not yet woken up.

Looking back, there were still bottles and jars on the small table beside Zhao Wumian, and the medicine had not been finished yet.

The little mute was too lazy to figure out what happened to Zi Yi. He came to the king's chair, looked at the medicine bottles for a few seconds, raised his hand to pick up a jar, looked at Zhao Wumian, and smiled softly.

Let me apply medicine for you.

“Medicine can be taken at any time.”

Zhao Wumian saw Luo Xiangzhu walking towards him in her nightgown and coat, so he raised his hand, held her hand, and gently pulled it.

Luo Xiangzhu's beautiful eyes were suddenly filled with astonishment. She looked around. Although the hall was empty, no one was there, but...

This is the Golden Palace!

"I want the Golden Throne Hall... The soundproofing here is very good, and there's no one around. Sister, you can scream louder this time..."

"Well……"

(End of this chapter)