Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 392 Returning to Beijing
The next morning, outside Dali City, it was drizzling. It was early autumn and the sky was hazy with mist and rain.

The Southwestern Army stood on both sides of the official road with a solemn military presence.

Luo Xiangzhu held an oil-paper umbrella and stepped onto the carriage with the help of Zhao Wumian. She lifted the curtain and looked back at Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian, wearing a dark robe, stood under the carriage, looked up at her, and said softly, "It's a rare trip to Nanzhao, do you want to buy anything to take back?"

Luo Xiangzhu pointed to the small package she was holding and pursed her pink lips.

I bought a lot of snacks and will eat them with my sister when we return to Beijing.

"Dali is thousands of miles away from the capital. We have to take carriages and boats to get here. It will be late autumn before we get back to the capital. I'm afraid the food will go bad... Let's eat on the way."

Luo Xiangzhu puffed up her cheeks and looked a little angry. The carriage was too slow and the road was too far.

She raised her hand and gently stroked her hair, then looked at Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian flipped his hand casually, and a vortex seemed to appear in his palm, gathering the raindrops and forming a water hairpin.

Luo Xiangzhu bent down obediently and let Zhao Wumian put the water hairpin on her.

Nothing was said. The two of them just smiled at each other, and the little princess bowed and walked into the carriage.

Zi Yi sat in the carriage early in the morning and saw that the carriage was full of bottles and jars. Even the Donghuang Bell was laid flat and used as a storage basin to store poison.

These are all treasures found from the Dali Treasury and the Jiuli Underground Palace.

Zi Yi planned to melt these into the Dragon Evolution Gu to maximize the toxicity, which would naturally bring greater benefits to Zhao Wumian.

Han Yongliang, dressed in formal attire and armor, stepped forward quickly with his hand on his sword and asked:

"It's a long journey, and there may be thieves who are eyeing you covetously. Why don't we draw a few hundred elite soldiers from our army to escort you all the way?"

Zhao Wumian had a good impression of Han Yongliang. This old general led his troops to attack the city just because he believed a secret letter from Zhao Wumian, so he must have been under a lot of pressure.

Fortunately, Zhao Wumian killed Zhu Jiutian and ruined the morale of the Nanzhao army. However, if anything went wrong, Han Yongliang's career would basically be over.

"Sending hundreds of people to escort us, are they protecting me, or am I protecting them?" Zhao Wumian said with a smile.

Han Yongliang was speechless, forgetting that this marquis was no good-for-nothing, but a martial arts master who had carved out a name for himself in the court and underworld.

Han Yongliang bowed slightly, then remembered something and said:
"There is military intelligence from the Yanyun area. Goguryeo and the Rong people are secretly allying with each other. They will definitely raise troops in Yanyun soon... After returning to the capital, my lord, we will rest for a while. Do you want to go to Yanyun to take a look?"

Luo Xiangzhu lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked over with her beautiful eyes, her expression slightly solemn.

Zhao Wumian's father-in-law, Prince Yan, was stationed in Yanyun. If Wudamu and Goguryeo joined forces to assassinate him, his father-in-law would definitely not be able to hold on.

He nodded slightly and said, "I'll go to Yanyun, nothing will happen there."

Luo Xiangzhu smiled slightly and lowered the curtains.

"With your words, I feel relieved. I am the only son of the Han family. All my brothers and sisters died at the hands of the Rong people. I wanted to lead my brothers to fight the Rong people to the death. Fortunately, the late emperor took the Han family's incense into consideration and transferred me to the southwest..."

"There's nothing wrong with the southwest. No matter where you go, you're serving your country. It's just that it's a little dull here, Lord..."

Han Yongliang said a few words about his own affairs, looked back at the soldiers behind him, then sighed lightly and bowed to the Marquis again.

"The border of Jin, to this day, the Rong people have never given up attacking the border. If you need help, my lord, why don't you say a few good words for the emperor and let us go to Jin as well..."

The whole family was killed by the Rong people?
Zhao Wumian couldn't help but look up to him and bowed, "Does General Han have any offspring?"

"There is a girl, eighteen years old, Lord..."

Luo Xiangzhu suddenly opened the curtain again and glanced at him with her beautiful eyes. Han Yongliang immediately shut up.

Zhao Wumian laughed, "It's OK to have a daughter, as long as the Han family has a descendant."

Han Yongliang turned around and exchanged glances with the soldiers. They all looked delighted and quickly knelt down to salute, saying in unison.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your help—"

Looking at them, Zhao Wumian finally understood why Wudamu had worked so hard for a decade but had not been able to restore the previous dynasty. There were many reasons, but the main reason must be that the emperor and the people were united, everyone was against the army, and the people had no support.

They deserved it. When the Rong people proclaimed themselves emperors in the Central Plains, they did not treat the people of the Central Plains as human beings. They even considered killing all the people in the Central Plains and freeing up the land for raising cattle and sheep.

Zhao Wumian retracted his gaze, motioned for them to stand up, and said no more. He turned over and sat on the frame, pulled the reins, and waved his hand backwards.

"Don't see me off. Once I leave, the situation in Nanzhao will depend on you to stabilize it... Goodbye."

"Farewell, Lord—"

Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, like thunderclaps from a clear sky, resounding throughout Dali.

Crunch crunch————

The carriage rolled over the muddy road. Luo Xiangzhu poked her head out of the window and looked back at the country that carried many memories between her and Zhao Wumian.

Zi Yi glanced at her sideways and laughed dumbly, "Why? The little princess still can't bear to part with He Tuo?"

Luo Xiangzhu withdrew her gaze and did not deny it... She thought that it would be nice if Zhao Wumian lived with her in that village for the rest of his life.

Even though she could only wear coarse clothes all day, clean, wash clothes, cook, and even had to fetch water herself for a hot bath, she was content with it.

She raised her hand and touched her water hairpin, then shook her head.

As long as Zhao Wumian was around, she didn't care where she lived, whether she lived a good life or a hard life, whether she lived in the capital to live a life of luxury or wandered around the world.

Zi Yi glanced at her water hairpin, found it interesting, and whispered:
"I thought the little princess had fallen asleep last night. After all, it wouldn't be a problem to use your body to make dozens of water hairpins. But I didn't expect you to come close to me in the middle of the process. You scared us so much. What if I poisoned you..."

The little princess stomped her feet, turned her pretty face away, her ears red, and dared not listen anymore.

Zi Yi couldn't help but smile, thinking that the little princess was quite cute.

Zhao Wumian sat outside the carriage, listening to the two women whispering behind him and thinking about last night.

Zi Yi's body was full of poison. To prevent accidental injury, Zhao Wumian had to stay with the little mute last night, leaving Zi Yi to watch in a daze. Later...

Zhao Wumian's current innate all-poison body is still a little short of the mark, so he can only dawdle, but Zi Yi's skin is so delicate and tender that it seems like she has been served by a dragon...

Whoosh————

The cold wind was howling, and the heavy snow on the ground rolled up a round of snow mist that rose into the sky.

In the vast snowy plain, two black dots moved slowly forward in the white snow, leaving two footprints behind them that were soon covered by the snow.

The wanderer, wrapped in a black cloak with gold patterns, with a ceremonial sword slung at his waist, raised his hand to catch a few snowflakes and exhaled a breath of white air.

"It's autumn now and the snow in Yanyun is so heavy, so I don't like coming to this place."

Wen Wuzheng wrapped himself in a cloak, looking at the shadow of a majestic black city at the end of his sight. He ignored Mo Jingxue's words and said:

"There's news from Hetuo that Marquis Weiming is in the heart of Hetuo. He killed Zhu Jiutian in the street and led his troops to break into the city. It only took three days in total."

"He was sent to Nanzhao by Cuojin Boshanlu." Mo Jingxue smiled casually, stroking the hilt of the knife with his hand, and said softly:
"Although he had some grudges against Jiuli, he killed people so straightforwardly. You know, Zhu Jiutian is so tough that even I can't beat him..."

Mo Jingxue pondered for a moment, then looked at Wen Wuzheng with a hint of amusement in her eyes.
"He is determined to kill Zhu Jiutian. I'm afraid he has recovered his past memories... Although you stabbed him in the back in a covert way, he is not a fool. He must have some doubts about you... What are your plans?"

Wen Wuzheng snorted coldly, "If he wants to kill me, I will take over, but who will win depends on their own ability."

In the martial arts world, Wen Wuzheng was unknown in his youth. Suddenly, news spread in the martial arts world that he had seriously injured Zhuang Banxian. With his natural talent, he won the plaque of Wu Kuang and became one of the top ten martial artists in the martial arts world.

However, there were few spectators in the battle between Wen Wuzheng and Zhuang Banxian. In addition, he was a low-key person and seldom showed up in the world. Therefore, although he was the overlord of the East China Sea, there were certainly many people who did not submit to him. Many people even thought that his record was purely fraudulent.

But Mo Jingxue knew that Zhuang Banxian was indeed injured by Wen Wuzheng and was even dying. He also wanted to suck out Mo Jingxue's internal energy to help him heal his injuries.

Huanzhen Pavilion was obviously not a sect that advocated kindness to teachers and filial piety to disciples, so Zhuang Banxian died... killed by Mo Jingxue himself.

Mo Jingxue and Wen Wuzheng also got to know each other because of this.

"Zhu Jiutian's horizontal training skills are considered the best in the martial arts world. Even Wudamu would have to fight him for several days to kill him. Zhao Wumian was able to kill him so easily. I don't know what method he used. We should be careful."

Mo Jingxue's tone was filled with amazement. In his opinion, even if Wudamu died suddenly, Zhu Jiutian could not be killed... His muscles, bones and skin were the toughest in the world.

Wen Wuzheng pondered for a moment, but still shook his head. They were in Yanyun, which was too far away from Nanzhao. Their current understanding of Zhao Wumian was very limited, so there was no point in making random guesses.

He said, "Yanyun is going to be in chaos these days. If we can lure Zhao Wumian here, the Rong people, Goguryeo, the Sword Sect, and you and I can fight together, and we may have a chance to kill him." "Goguryeo's Wuxiang Emperor... is about eighty years old this year, only two generations younger than Zhu Jiutian. I don't know much about him. How strong is he?"

Wen Wuzheng recalled for a moment before saying:
"He, Zhuang Banxian and Guiyi Zhenren are figures of the same era. Born in Yanyun, he became famous at a young age. What he is most famous for is his uncanny talent for martial arts. He can master any martial arts at a glance. He is known as 'the mirror that can see through the sky without any form, and all things are like dew falling on a sharp feather.'"

"After that, he followed the Goguryeo Gao family to ask for the merit of following the dragon. Since then, he has been active in the northern peninsula and has never appeared in the Central Plains. Now that so many years have passed, it is hard to say what level his martial arts have reached."

Mo Jingxue hesitated for a moment.
"I don't know if the Wuxiang Emperor will show up in Yanyun. Let's find the Outer World Sword first... The Sheath of the Outer World and the Outer World Sword are twins in one body. If we have them all, it will only take one sword to deal with Zhao Wumian."

As they talked, the two men stopped talking and continued on their way. The snow and wind soon covered their figures.

On the other side of Yanyun, in the Songhua River, the water surface had not yet frozen. Snowflakes from the sky fell into the river, condensed into crystal ice crystals, and quickly sank to the bottom of the river.

As the fat river fish jumped out of the water, a flying knife suddenly came and nailed it to an ancient tree on the shore.

rustle----

A woman dressed in white and wrapped in fox fur came walking on the snow. Her little face, which was a little red from the cold, looked up at the sky, then took the river fish off the hook and turned to the campfire.

On both sides of the campfire were tents made of oilcloth. Two handsome horses were tied to wooden stakes, eating grass.

A woman wrapped in a thick sheepskin coat, with long black hair covered with snowflakes, sat in front of the campfire, stirring the hot soup in the pot with a spoon in her small hands.

The woman in white came flying over with a river fish in her hand. She handled the internal organs quite skillfully, pierced them with a wooden stick, and roasted them over the fire, saying happily:

"Today is the last day I will spend with you, a stupid nun, in Yanyun. News has come from the capital that Wumian is now in Nanzhao and will be returning to the capital soon. We should also go back as soon as possible."

A month or so passed, and Guan Yunshu and Mu Lier had not changed much. People who practiced martial arts had strong bodies and did not look haggard at all. However, being in the extremely cold place of Yanyun, their little faces were rosy, which was very cute.

Guan Yunshu picked up the soup spoon and tasted the steaming hot soup, but he did not look happy when he heard the words.

She was silent for a few seconds, then shook her head slightly.

"Yanyun will surely be in chaos in a short time, so he will definitely come. I want to stay in Yanyun for a while and not return to the capital."

Mu Lier untied the wine gourd from her waist and sipped it. She was slightly startled when she heard the words and frowned, "You don't want to see him?"

"It's good to know that he is fine. Why bother to meet him once or twice?" Guan Yunshu shook his head slightly and explained:

"Mo Jingxue is also in Yanyun. He must be here for your Sword Sect's sword. Aren't you afraid that he will succeed?"

"So many people are coveting the sword, do I still have to live in fear all day long?" Mu Lier rolled her eyes and said:
"Don't say that I don't like you and I wish you would get away from me. I haven't seen you for so long, Wumian must be missing you in my heart, so it's better for you to come back to the capital with me."

"Forget it. Do you think I will go back to the capital with you and let this poor nun eavesdrop on you?"

Guan Yunshu sprinkled some salt into the pot, then served himself a bowl, holding the bowl with both hands and sipping it in small sips.

Mu Lier's pretty face looked a little guilty after being told that. She snorted softly and gently pinched Guan Yunshu's thigh with her little hand.

"If you have the ability, you can let me listen to you. You have been abiding by the so-called rules and regulations. Who can you blame now?"

As she spoke, Mu Lier glanced at Guan Yunshu's hip curves, "You also have a good figure for childbearing. Wumian likes you like this."

Guan Yunshu slapped Mu Lier's hand away and glared at her, "Vulgar! I'm a nun."

Mu Lier curled her red lips, stood up and poured herself a bowl of hot soup, and said with a smile:

"Nun's words and deeds, with your background, if your Zen heart is as hard as iron, you would have cut off the emotional ties and built a bridge to connect heaven and earth long ago. Why are you still stuck at the barrier between heaven and man?"

"Practice is not something that can be achieved in a day." Guan Yunshu snorted coldly, took out a pancake from his bag, tore it with his little hands and put it into the hot soup to soak.

"Give me one." Mu Li'er also took a pancake. Seeing that she couldn't persuade Guan Yunshu, she could only ask, "Where are you going next?"

Guan Yunshu pondered for a moment and said, "It is better to continue searching for clues about Mo Jingxue. The Rong people and Goguryeo are already spying on him from the side. If he continues to interfere, it will cause a lot of trouble."

Mu Lier sighed, "Well, I'll stay with you in Yanyun. With your martial arts skills, if Mo Jingxue catches you, we'll have to go to the trouble of rescuing you."

Guan Yunshu was slightly startled, his eyebrows knitted tightly.

"How could I be so careless... If you want to go back to Beijing, then go back. Now it seems as if I have dragged you to Yanyun."

"Mo Jingxue came here for the sword of the world. This is the Nine Bells of my Sword Sect. You, a little nun from the Western Paradise, came here to help. Can I run back to the capital alone?"

Mu Lier turned the grilled fish over, sprinkled some seasoning on it, then picked up the wooden stick and took small bites of the fish with her red lips.

"Don't you think I'm such a woman who can't tell right from wrong?"

"Isn't it? If you can really distinguish right from wrong, how could you do such a rebellious thing as sleeping with your own disciple? If I were you, I would have committed suicide long ago. I would not have the face to live."

"..."

Mu Lier's expression froze, and she immediately became angry. "When Wumian comes to Yanyun, I will strip you of your monk robe and let my disciple rape you. Let's see who is more rebellious!"

After she finished speaking, Mu Lier looked Guan Yunshu up and down again.
The two women have been eating and living together during this period, so they must have taken a bath together.

Mu Lier then revealed a meaningful smile.

"She's obviously a nun, but her figure is so plump and thick. Wow, wow, wow, wow, what a contrast... She doesn't have the holiness of a Buddhist at all."

Guan Yunshu hugged the front of his shirt and gave her a cold look.

"You feel guilty, so you want to drag me down with you... narrow-minded and foolish woman!"

"What can you do to me?"

The two women looked at each other, each with a fiercer look in their eyes. Then they snorted coldly at the same time and turned their eyes away.

The two of them had no idea how many times they had quarreled and insulted each other in recent days.

Time passed quickly, and it was already late autumn. In recent days, there had been less rain in the capital, and the sky had become clearer, like a cold pond, as if throwing a stone into the sky would create ripples.

At night, downstream of the Gurong River, one fleet after another followed the wind and waves and slowly approached the dock.

On a ship, the weather turned cold. Luo Xiangzhu wore a goose yellow dress, wrapped in a sky blue fox fur coat, and thick cotton socks on her feet. She was dressed warmly.

She stood at the window on the second floor of the ship, gazing at the majestic city looming in the night, her beautiful eyes filled with excitement.

The three of them traveled together by land and water for about a month and finally returned to the capital before winter.

Once back here, Luo Xiangzhu finally felt like she was home, and no longer had to continue wandering around the world every day.

Although they had enough money for their trip and Zhao Wumian was skilled in martial arts and was not afraid of thieves, their daily life was like a picnic, but it was still different from home.

Just, just...

Luo Xiangzhu's almond-shaped eyes turned into something difficult to say. Once Zhao Wumian returned to the capital, she would be the Queen of Zhao. If she wanted to stay with her lover again, it would be considered an affair...

The man who stole the emperor... Oh my god, this, this...

Defile the harem.

For some reason, a blush appeared on her face.

Zhao Wumian, with his sword slung across his waist, stood behind Luo Xiangzhu, looking at the lights that were just coming on in the capital with her. He didn't think too much about it, but just talked softly to himself.

"Yuanmu must be in the capital, but I don't know if my aunt is here... Alas, if the two of them knew that Chaoyan was going to welcome me as her queen, they would definitely make a big fuss in the imperial city. Well, no, my aunt wouldn't do that. She should be happy about it..."

Zhao Wumian thought of Xiao Lengyue's plan of replacing one thing with another. Once Zhao Wumian married Luo Chaoyan, it would be time for her and Zhao Wumian to have a baby to inherit the unification.

But Zhao Wumian hasn't told Luo Chaoyan about this yet. If she doesn't want to, Zhao Wumian will definitely not force her.

But this method seems to be the only way to resolve the feud between the imperial court and Taixuan Palace without bloodshed.

Luo Xiangzhu looked puzzled, as if she didn't quite understand what was said.

Zhao Wumian smiled slightly.

"Oh, don't think about these bad things, just go back and eat and drink well!"

Luo Xiangzhu smiled.

"kindness……"

(End of this chapter)