Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 394: Tired of Combing Hair at Night

The morning light gradually rose, and the autumn wind swept across the pavilions and towers inside and outside the imperial city.

Snow Owl stood on the eaves of a roof in the imperial city, sleeping with his eyes closed. His round body looked like a white balloon that inflated and deflated.

Inside Kunning Palace, the doors and windows were locked, and the teapots, incense burners, small tables and screens were neatly arranged, clean and elegant. There were a few wine bottles placed crookedly on the table.

The curtain was tightly closed, and a pair of white and tender hands reached out to open it. The naked empress dowager did not hide her proud figure at all. She walked to the table with cat-like steps and poured herself a glass of water to moisten her throat.

It was a little painful when my red lips touched the rim of the cup, and there was a slight redness and swelling.

The Queen Mother raised her hand and touched the corner of her lips. She glanced at the wine jug on the table. Most of the wine had been drunk by the two of them when they were flirting last night, but there was one jug...

She picked up a pot and shook it gently, listening to the sound of water splashing inside, with an inexplicable look on her face.

A man is as strong as a wolf at thirty and as strong as a tiger at forty. The empress dowager is not even thirty yet, but she is still very energetic.

Zhao Wumian left Beijing in the summer and returned in late autumn. In the blink of an eye, a quarter had passed, and his heart was filled with deep affection and passion.

Last night the Queen Mother said 'seven or eight times', and she was not just talking nonsense.

When love reached its peak, Zhao Wumian even teased her with an empty wine bottle...

The Queen Mother bit her lower lip lightly, poured all the nectar in the wine jug into the chamber pot and cleaned it up. Then she sat in front of the dressing table, combing her long black hair with a jade comb in her hand, and said softly with her red lips:

"My Lord, if you don't get up, once the emperor finds out, neither you nor I will have a good ending... After all, you are the Queen Zhao who is about to enter the palace. How can you stay in the same room with a former Queen like me?"

"How bad can this end? Is the Queen Mother too immersed in the role..."

Zhao Wumian's lazy voice came from the phoenix couch.

Yun temple flower Yan Jin step shook, hibiscus tent warms the spring night.The spring night was short and high, and from then on, the king did not come early.

Zhao Wumian is not the emperor of Dali, but he can enjoy the fragrance and taste the cherries on the phoenix bed of the former queen without having to worry about state affairs. His life is more comfortable than that of the emperor.

Even his heart was set on sleeping until noon, spending every moment intimately with the Empress Dowager, and completely forgetting about state affairs.

Zhao Wumian yawned, turned over and looked at the Empress Dowager. The phoenix couch was next to the dressing table. In a blink of an eye, the amazing curves were fully reflected in front of him.

The Empress Dowager was well-educated since childhood, with an elegant and noble manner. Even when she was sitting and combing her hair, her waist was not bent at all, but straight, and she was always in good spirits.

The white ball of astonishing size does not fall even under the influence of gravity, and is full of tension.

The Queen Mother noticed Zhao Wumian's gaze and raised her hand to block it, glancing sideways.

"My Lord, you have no mercy on me. If this continues, there might be bloodshed... My Lord, you should go and rape Princess Xiangzhu."

As she spoke, the Queen Mother touched her slightly swollen red lips calmly. If she couldn't really bear it, how could she have kept tasting it?

Although this thing makes people feel comfortable psychologically, it is not in line with the status of the Queen Mother and is not very elegant.

Zhao Wumian stood up and walked behind the empress dowager. He put his arm through her legs and picked her up. Then he sat in front of the dressing table and admired the body of the most noble woman in Dali in the mirror.

"Hmph!" The Queen Mother glared at him coquettishly and patted his shoulder with her small hand. "If you don't move quickly, you'll be exposed."

"The Queen Mother chased me away as soon as the matter was done. Am I the Queen Mother's furnace, used and then discarded? No affection at all?"

Zhao Wumian looked at the empress dowager in the mirror and couldn't help but raise his hand to hold it up. The weight was not light and his five fingers were concave.

The Queen Mother bit her lower lip and muttered "It should be the dregs of medicine". Then she saw Zhao Wumian pressing her thigh with his other hand, facing the mirror, with a little force.

The empress dowager was too shy to raise her eyes and dared not look in the mirror. She rested her little face on Zhao Wumian's shoulder. Although there was no sign of shyness on her pretty face, her beautiful eyes were closed.

"Just go ahead and humiliate me."

"The Queen Mother is so beautiful." Zhao Wumian admired the person in the mirror and said sincerely, "I can see it clearly this time. I am definitely not flattering or deceiving the Queen Mother."

Last night I praised the Queen Mother for her beautiful face, but this morning I didn’t praise her face… but it’s really beautiful too.

"Hmph... It's all swollen. During this period of time, I dare not bathe with His Majesty again, otherwise it will be discovered that something is wrong."

Seeing that Luo Xiangzhu had already told Chaoyan the truth, Zhao Wumian couldn't help but ask, "When is your Majesty going to tell Chaoyan? You can't keep this a secret forever."

The Queen Mother's beautiful eyes turned slightly, and she was also hesitating.

Currently, the imperial court is busy preparing for the marriage of Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan, so now the empress dowager can only be regarded as hooking up with princes and keeping a lover privately, but this lover happens to be the one favored by the emperor.

But once the marriage is completed, the nature of this will become an affair with the queen, which is a real defilement of the harem. If the news leaks out, Luo Chaoyan's face will be completely lost and she will be ridiculed by the world.

"It would be best if it were before you marry the emperor, but how can I start this matter..."

The Queen Mother's beautiful eyes turned slightly, trying to think of a solution, but she had no idea for the moment, so she sighed lightly and said:

"Are you planning to go to Zeng Lengyue to meet Xiao Yuanmu today?"

"Well, she had been staying in the palace before...did she have any conflicts with you?"

The Queen Mother raised her hand and gently held her long black hair, her tone was faint,
"Of course there is no conflict. When you disappeared, how could this palace and the emperor care about Xiao Yuanmu? She just killed the two of us secretly and sent people to use disguise to cover up the truth. I'm afraid no one knew about it, and we were not very prepared..."

"I'm sorry I haven't replied to your letter since I disappeared for so long."

Zhao Wumian has been in a coma in Nanzhao for more than a month. It is definitely not his fault, and no one is wrong. But this matter must be explained to the Queen Mother and Luo Chaoyan.

The Queen Mother laughed softly a few times, held up Zhao Wumian's face and kissed him, then said:

"At first, I always felt that Xiao Yuanmu would take you away if she disagreed with you. Even if you didn't want to, she would use tough measures, so I confronted her everywhere...

But now it seems that I have misjudged her. We have lived together in the palace for several months. After careful consideration, she is a good person... Well, it would be nice for her to be your concubine and serve tea and water to me and the emperor."

After hearing the first half, Zhao Wumian thought that the Queen Mother was going to take the initiative to get along with Xiao Yuanmu, and he was delighted, but after hearing this, he could only smile helplessly.

"The Queen Mother is willing to let Yuan Mu be her concubine? Compared to the beginning when you were eager to fight as soon as you met, this is considered progress. It seems that I have to disappear a few more times."

The empress dowager pinched Zhao Wumian's face, but without much force. Her small hand rubbed his face, which felt soft and smooth.

The two of them were chatting casually, and the empress dowager couldn't help herself and put down her little hand.

"Hiss——" Zhao Wumian took a breath of cold air, "Your Majesty, what is this..."

The Queen Mother leaned on Zhao Wumian's shoulder, her movements were gentle but her tone was extremely cold.

"Will I let you conserve your energy and go to Zeng Lengyue's place of affairs?"

"My queen just urged me to leave."

"I can't help it. I feel soft-hearted after talking to you for a few words. It's because I've been fascinated by the Marquis."

As she spoke, the Queen Mother turned around, straddled Zhao Wumian's legs, and put her arms around his neck.

"The Queen just said that if you continue, you will see blood..."

"You feel sad when you see blood. It hurts you to death."

The Queen Mother pressed on step by step, her words were sharp, and suddenly she twisted her waist back and forth, making Zhao Wumian helpless and said:

"My lady, your pussy is so tight."

"Don't bother me too much, my Lord. I don't know when you will come back next time you leave the capital. The Mid-Autumn Festival has long passed. We have missed this festival of family reunion..."

Listening to these slightly aggrieved words, Zhao Wumian said:
"As long as people are alive, every day is Mid-Autumn Festival. I have escaped death and returned to Beijing. I might as well celebrate a few days and have a reunion dinner. That's considered Mid-Autumn Festival."

The Empress Dowager's eyes were filled with spring water, and she bit her lower lip tightly. After hearing this, she said nothing... She no longer had the strength to speak.

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The sky gradually brightened, the morning breeze blew gently, and autumn birds landed on the branches in the palace, chirping non-stop. It sounded noisy, but when Luo Chaoyan thought of Zhao Wumian's safe return, she felt that the noisy bird calls were pleasant to the ears.

Luo Chaoyan and Luo Xiangzhu sat in the sedan chair and walked on the imperial road. She was wearing a dark red dragon robe and was still dressed elegantly. She supported her face with her small hands and chatted with Luo Xiangzhu, but she was complaining.

"The throne of the emperor is not meant for human beings. My menstrual period has been irregular recently."

Luo Xiangzhu just smiled softly when she heard that. The two sisters didn't have any deep hatred, and Luo Chaoyan was not a narrow-minded fool. She didn't make things difficult for Luo Xiangzhu last night. She just asked a lot of questions about Luo Xiangzhu and Zhao Wumian in Hetuo to satisfy her curiosity.

The Queen Mother had been hesitant to tell her about Zhao Wumian only because she felt guilty, not because she was really afraid of becoming enemies with Luo Chaoyan.

The morning breeze in late autumn blows my hair, it is neither cold nor hot, very comfortable.

On the imperial road, the palace maids gathered in front of the Kunning Palace, whispering.

Luo Chaoyan frowned slightly, fearing that Luo Xiangzhu would laugh at her. She got angry for once and said in a slightly cold tone, "What are you doing?"

The palace maids were startled and quickly knelt down to apologize, only to see Zhao Wumian holding a horizontal sword and practicing martial arts in the courtyard of Kunning Palace. His movements were not fast, but even they could see it clearly.

There was some sweat on his face, and his knife skills were difficult to understand, but they were pleasing to the eye and awe-inspiring.

Luo Chaoyan had no intention of teaching these little palace maids a lesson. She recalled the time when Zhao Wumian was practicing martial arts on the Xiaoxitian Mountain while she sat beside him, holding up her little face and watching.

When I was in Xiaoxitian, it was only about half a year ago, but Luo Chaoyan felt as if it was a lifetime ago and his eyes were dazed.

Luo Chaoyan gently raised her hand, put down the sedan chair, lifted her skirt slightly, walked slowly into Kunning Palace, and asked curiously:

"Don't you have Naraku Hongsi? Why do you still need to practice martial arts yourself now?"

Zhao Wumian did not stop practicing with his sword, saying, "Although Naraku Hongsi is no different from reality, I always want to practice my feel in reality. The most important thing is..."

"Most importantly?"

Zhao Wumian swung his sword, and a strong wind blew the branches of the old trees in the yard, causing leaves to fall everywhere.

"After returning to Beijing, I have been too lazy. If this continues, it will wear down my mind. I have to be self-disciplined."

This is the truth. Zhao Wumian felt that he was too immersed in the empress dowager's gentle embrace and couldn't help feeling a sense of crisis.

Talent and the red silk of Naraku would give him unrivaled martial arts, but they would not give him the willpower to be prepared for danger and have an indomitable will.

Luo Chaoyan chuckled, "You just came back last night, and you feel a sense of crisis today?"

"It's better to take precautions before they happen... and it's just training with the sword."

Luo Chaoyan didn't say anything else. She asked the palace maid to bring her and Luo Xiangzhu a cup of hot tea. Then she stroked the hem of her dragon robe and sat on the fallen leaves in the yard with her legs bent. She looked like a little girl next door who was out for a picnic. She looked very comfortable.

The royal family is sparsely populated, and meals are usually held in Kunning Palace. Luo Chaoyan came here to have breakfast with the Queen Mother and Zhao Wumian before going to court.

When Zhao Wumian returned to the palace, he usually stayed in Fu Mo Palace or in the side hall of Kunning Palace. Luo Chaoyan left in a hurry last night and didn't know where Zhao Wumian stayed.

Watching Zhao Wumian practicing sword, she took a sip of tea and thought lazily: Let the minister wait in the hall for a while, or she can eat faster when she has breakfast later.

Luo Chaoyan glanced at Luo Xiangzhu beside her again. She was holding a cup of tea and was not as casual as her. She was standing upright under the tree, staring at Zhao Wumian with her beautiful eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

Luo Chaoyan smiled and said to her: "I used to watch him practice martial arts in Xiaoxitian, but now I am too busy, so I rarely do that anymore."

Luo Xiangzhu came back to her senses and smiled faintly... She often watched Zhao Wumian practice martial arts.

During the journey, Zhao Wumian tried many times to practice Zhu Jiutian's Xuantian Liuli Body. Luo Xiangzhu didn't know whether he succeeded or not. She only knew that Zhao Wumian always took a knife to chop himself, which often scared her so much that her face turned pale, but Zhao Wumian never got tired of it.

Obviously he just likes teasing Luo Xiangzhu.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe very long, maybe very short. After Luo Chaoyan finished two cups of tea, Zhao Wumian sheathed the knife neatly. He was already sweating all over.

With Zhao Wumian's physique, it would be impossible for him to sweat just by practicing with the sword. He obviously had his own way.

"Someone, serve the marquis some herbal tea..."

Before Luo Chaoyan finished speaking, she saw Luo Xiangzhu step forward and hand over her teacup. Zhao Wumian gulped it down. Luo Xiangzhu then took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and prepared to wipe the sweat off his face.

Luo Chaoyan stared at the two of them.

Zhao Wumian was already used to asking sister Xiangzhu to wipe his sweat, but when he noticed Luo Chaoyan was watching him, he took the handkerchief himself.

Luo Chaoyan's slightly dissatisfied mood quickly disappeared without a trace, and she was watching Zhao Wumian wiping his sweat.

Zhao Wumian lifted his hair and wiped his forehead, then raised his hand to open his collar and wiped his neck.

Not only Luo Chaoyan was watching, many palace maids outside Kunning Palace were also watching.

Luo Chaoyan is not a superficial woman who cares about appearance, but the lover she likes is handsome and elegant, and sometimes his unintentional little actions can make her obsessed.

"I heard from the Queen Mother that she was very sad that she couldn't have a reunion dinner during the Mid-Autumn Festival... Your Majesty, can you show off your cooking skills tonight and cook a dish? I haven't tasted your cooking skills for a long time, and I'm really craving it."

Zhao Wumian twisted his handkerchief, sweat pouring down his face, and he made a proposal to Luo Chaoyan.

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

Luo Chaoyan came back to her senses and noticed that she had been staring at him. She stood up awkwardly and handed the teacup to the maid, but the maid was still staring at Zhao Wumian.

Her eyes turned cold, and the maid quickly knelt down with the teacup in her hands, trembling.

Luo Chaoyan retracted her gaze, "Next time you are not allowed to practice martial arts in front of so many people... If you continue to practice, the harem will be paralyzed."

"I was actually practicing martial arts on purpose to show off in front of His Majesty and the Princess."

"Sweet talk..." Luo Chaoyan walked into Kunning Palace with his hands behind his back, asking, "What are you going to do later?"

Inside the Kunning Palace, the doors and windows were wide open, and an incense burner was lit, with fragrant mist rising up, but there was no strange smell.

The Empress Dowager had also gotten up long ago and was dressing herself in front of the dressing table in her fiery red phoenix skirt. She looked a little tired, as if she had not slept well last night, but for some reason she looked very energetic, and her pretty face seemed to be glowing.

"Go visit Zeng Lengyue." Zhao Wumian followed closely.

Luo Chaoyan stopped and looked back at him, "Go find Xiao Yuanmu."

"Well, she must be anxious too."

Luo Chaoyan looked a little unhappy. The boots under his dragon robe rubbed lightly on the floor tiles and he uttered "oh" softly.

Xiao Yuanmu never used tough measures to force Zhao Wumian to sever ties with the imperial court, so Luo Chaoyan naturally would not try every means to force Zhao Wumian to draw a line between himself and Taixuan Palace.

Whoever uses tough measures first is the 'bad woman'... The two women seemed to have reached a consensus on this.

They all wanted to use their kindness to keep Zhao Wumian, but unfortunately, Luo Chaoyan discovered that Xiao Yuanmu seemed to be a "good woman" as well.

She had been suffering from lovesickness and was seriously ill, but Xiao Yuanmu did not even have any evil thoughts of serving the country.

She knew that Xiao Yuanmu was taking Zhao Wumian into consideration.

The two women were the same. If Zhao Wumian hadn't stood in the middle, they would have killed each other in a bloody battle, determined to decide life or death.

Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "The Imperial Master also came back last night. Have you seen him?"

Luo Chaoyan nodded slightly, "She forgets the time when she is studying. I asked the palace maid to call her for dinner."

"I'll go."

Zhao Wumian disappeared in Kunning Palace.

Luo Chaoyan retracted her gaze and thought to herself that once the imperial court was fully prepared, she could marry Zhao Wumian. By then, wouldn't Xiao Yuanmu be so angry that he would die?
If Xiao Yuanmu respectfully offered her a cup of tea and called her "Sister Luo" again, she would agree to let him live in the palace with her and serve Zhao Wumian, not to mention being summoned to the Taixuan Palace.

She felt relieved again and came to greet the Queen Mother. She noticed that the corners of her lips were red and swollen. She was slightly startled and said worriedly:
"Mother, why is your mouth..."

The Queen Mother came to her senses and recalled Zhao Wumian's rudeness and perfunctory words last night.
"My Lord Marquis has returned to the capital safely. I was so happy last night that I couldn't fall asleep. I rolled around on the couch. I just bumped into something. It's nothing serious..."

"Mother, be careful."

Luo Xiangzhu sat down at the table, watching the palace maids bring in the food and waiting for the meal to start. Suddenly, her nose twitched and she looked sideways.

Although the Queen Mother opened the windows for ventilation and lit the incense burner, Zhao Wumian and the Queen Mother had just finished not long ago, so the smell could not be completely dissipated. It was normal that Luo Chaoyan had no experience and could not smell anything.

But Luo Xiangzhu was no longer the obedient princess when she left Beijing. Even if Zhao Wumian patted her buttocks lightly, she knew to change her posture. She was experienced and couldn't help but look strange, looking at the empress dowager with a blank look.

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In front of the Ziqing Palace, since the area was filled with poisonous insects and made for a spooky and eerie atmosphere, very few palace maids approached and there was no one around.

Zhao Wumian shouted into the hall: "Hey - come out to eat!"

"What are you shouting about?" An empty porcelain bottle was thrown out of the hall and Zhao Wumian caught it with his hand. The woman in purple clothes, holding up her skirt, walked quickly towards him and gave Zhao Wumian a blank look.

Zhao Wumian casually tossed the porcelain bottle, "How long will it take to develop the Dragon Transformation Gu?"

"We are still missing one medicine, and I have asked the court to find it." Zi Yi sighed lightly and walked towards Kunning Palace side by side with Zhao Wumian.

"Didn't you say that the palace has all the inferior medicinal herbs?"

"When refining medicine and refining Gu, we are all experimenting. There is no such thing as a foolproof method. I didn't sleep all night last night and found the problem after mixing it for several hours. No wonder Zhu Jiutian has not been able to improve it successfully. It may be because of the lack of that medicine..."

While explaining, Zi Yi began to mutter to himself again with a serious expression.

"What medicine? I'll help you find it."

"Ning Binglei, have you heard of it?" Zi Yi said without any hope.

If it was before, Zhao Wumian would definitely not know, but now he has already recovered his memory, and has traveled all over the world with Jiuer, so he knows a lot.

"There is an ice island in the middle of the Yalu River in the north, called Ningbing. There is an ice flower on the island, which bears fruit in fifty years. The fruit is called Ningbing Tears... Is this it?"

Zi Yi looked at him with a little surprise, kicked the gravel on the imperial road lightly, sighed, and said:
"You know a lot, but unfortunately, Ningbing Ice is in Goguryeo territory, and it has been controlled by them for years and heavily guarded. I'm afraid that Ningbing Tears are not circulated in the black market."

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment.
"Now that Goguryeo has joined forces with the Rong people, they will soon send troops to Yanyun. It is a foolish dream to want to trade for a piece of Condensed Ice Tear. When we go to Yanyun, I will take you to search the Goguryeo treasury."

Go directly to the treasury to search... Zi Yi was a little speechless. If anyone else said this, they would definitely be regarded as crazy, but since it was Zhao Wumian...

Zi Yi kicked the gravel again and said softly, "Don't worry, you just returned to the capital, it won't be too late to go to Yanyun after you have some rest."

After they finished talking about the business, Zhao Wumian reached out and held her little hand.

Zi Yi was startled, looked around, and seeing that there was no one around, he said unhappily:
"Don't you know this is the harem? If someone sees what we do, I'll save my face, but where will Chaoyan put her face?"

Zhao Wumian felt as if he had just said this to the Queen Mother? Why was he having affairs in the harem every day? He really took away Tong Congdao's nickname and became the No. 1 flower thief in the world...

He swept away his distracting thoughts and moved closer, "When we go to Kunning Palace later, I won't be able to pinch the Imperial Master's hand... Is there anyone around? How can I not know?"

Zi Yi's eyes flickered, and she didn't know when Zhao Wumian had pushed her against the wall of the imperial road. Hearing what she said, she bit her lower lip lightly, looked away, and stood on tiptoe inconspicuously.

"Then hurry up..."

Zhao Wumian looked at Zi Yi's delicate and moist red lips and moved closer.

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When the two returned to Kunning Palace, breakfast was already prepared.

The Queen Mother was in a good mood. She cut a bright and juicy jasmine flower from the yard and placed it in the vase on the table.

The jasmine flowers were carefully cared for by the Queen Mother. More than a month ago, she was in no mood and the flowers were almost withered, but since she got the news that Zhao Wumian was safe and sound, they bloomed luxuriantly.

The owner's mood will also affect these plants... Zi Yi, as an expert in this field, knows this very well.

After happily having breakfast, Zhao Wumian thought it would be great if Miss Su, Miss Shen, the little nun, the master and the aunt were also there, but unfortunately they had not returned to Beijing yet.

The little nun and her master had sent a message long ago, and out of concern for Mo Jingxue, they did not dare to return to Beijing at will.

Su Qingqi and Shen Xiangge were in the Western Regions. They had received news that they were on their way back. However, the Western Regions were thousands of miles away from the capital, so their travel speed was relatively slow.

After breakfast, Zhao Wumian went to Qingze Palace to take a bath, changed into clean clothes, took out the Zhaoye Jade Lion that he had not seen for a long time, and prepared to go look for Xiao Yuanmu.

Luo Xiangzhu followed Zhao Wumian like a little tail, and also wanted to go together.

However, Luo Xiangzhu was obviously serving as Luo Chaoyan's scout...keeping an eye on Zhao Wumian for Luo Chaoyan to prevent him from being bewitched by the witch from Taixuan Palace.

Zhao Wumian asked with a smile: "That place is a brothel, are you not shy this time?"

Luo Xiangzhu's ears turned slightly red, and then he took the initiative to climb onto the horse.

Just go.

She went to Zeng Lengyue before to help catch Tong Congdao.

Now I go to Zeng Lengyue to look after Zhao Wumian as the Marquis’ wife.

Zhao Wumian found it funny and of course did not refuse. He jumped on the horse, gently stepped on the horse's belly, and left the palace with the palace maids and guards around him seeing him off.

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Daily transitions make the plot smoother

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