Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 397 Simultaneous Month

Whoosh————

The cold wind swept across the snowy plains of northern Yan. The snow had not yet settled, and the wind was even stronger. Goose-feather snowflakes fell on the face and melted quickly, leaving a little frozen red on the fair skin.

Two lines of footprints appeared in the snow with the footsteps. Murier and Guanyun, wrapped in white cloaks, rode horses all the way north.

The hem of her cloak rustled in the cold wind. Mu Lier raised her eyes slightly, looked at the flying snow and exhaled a breath of white air.

The two women have been following Mo Jingxue for more than a month. It’s not a very long time, but it still makes her feel lonely. She doesn’t even have the mood to argue with Guan Yunshu.

But they have not been without any gains in recent days. They have got a clue... It is related to the Nine Bells of the sect. She can't just forget about the sect. She can only endure it.

She sighed softly, untied the wine gourd from her waist, handed it to the little nun beside her, gestured slightly, and uttered a nasal sound, "Hmm?"

Guan Yunshu shook his head slightly.

Mu Lier continued to sip. The hot liquor warmed her body and reminded her of the warmth and tenderness she once had with her lover.

But after finishing the wine, the warmth disappeared, making Mu Lier feel even more lonely.

Especially when he thought that Zhao Wumian might have already returned to Beijing, but he was trapped in this snowy place by Mo Jingxue and it was difficult for him to escape easily.

She glanced at the sky and said, "It's almost night, let's get some rest."

Guan Yunshu nodded silently, dismounted, and set up a bonfire and a triangular tent made of oilcloth.

She sat in front of the tent, pulled her cloak, shook off the snow, then sat on the blanket, hugged her knees, looked in the direction of the capital, and said in a very light tone:
"According to the date, Zhao Wumian should have returned to the capital. I don't know when he will come to Yanyun."

"Yes." Mu Lier responded and added firewood to the campfire, saying, "Abbot Dongwen is also in Yanyun. This is a pleasant surprise."

The two women stayed in Yanyun for several months and found clues about the cave text.

Dong Wen loves to travel around the world. Although we don't know whether he knew Mo Jingxue was coming here to stop him or came here by chance, it would be a great help if we can find him.

Dong Wen started practicing martial arts at the age of thirty. Now he is not even fifty years old. In just less than twenty years, he has been able to rank among the top three in martial arts. He is one of the number one people in Buddhism together with Guiyi Zhenren. His strength is definitely not much inferior to Mo Jingxue.

Guan Yunshu's beautiful eyes were a little absent-minded. She sat under the tent in a daze and did not respond. She was still wondering in her heart why Abbot Dongwen came to this snowy place.

She had asked about the stories of Abbot Dongwen traveling around the mountain day after day before, but Dongwen would just laugh it off and say that it was to punish evil and promote good, and to cleanse the mind of Zen.

Uncle Dongxuan did say that Abbot Dongwen loved traveling around Yanyun.

"Water." Mu Lier handed her a cup of freshly boiled hot water, and Guan Yunshu took it subconsciously.

Mu Lier sat back, stirring the iron pot on the campfire with a spoon, and said casually: "You can't even say thank you? Do you think you are a Buddhist?"

"Thank you." Guan Yunshu did not argue with Mu Lier over such etiquette. He thanked her obediently and held the water cup with both hands, putting it against his face.

The sky gradually darkened, and a layer of night soon enveloped the vast snowfield. It was pitch black everywhere as far as the eye could see. There was not even any moonlight, except for the light of several feet around the campfire.

There were howlings of wild wolves in the darkness, but the two women paid no attention.

Guan Yunshu took out the wooden fish from her bag, raised her hand and tapped it lightly. Reciting scriptures at night was her daily homework. Unless the situation was sensitive, she would not miss a day, even though her little hands were a little sore from the cold and her little face was already red from the cold.

Mu Lier sat cross-legged opposite her, took out the pine wood that was supposed to be used as firewood, took out a small knife from her sleeve, and began to carve the portrait.

As the wood chips rustled off, the portrait of the man was soon carved out.

Mu Lier is not someone who has the leisure to do carpentry. Rather than wasting her time on such things that only ordinary people can do, she prefers to get drunk or practice martial arts with a sword.

But the lines of this portrait are soft and delicate, as if they were carefully carved by the best carpenter in the world.

The man wore a straw hat, a raincoat, a broadsword slung across his waist, and a long sword in his hand... This was how Zhao Wumian dressed when he first arrived in Shu.

Guan Yunshu paused slightly in his chanting and glanced at Mu Lier with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Mu Lier has carved many little figures during this period. From the beginning when it was difficult to tell whether they were male or female to the current vivid and lifelike figures, her progress is remarkable.

"Since you miss him, why don't you go back to Beijing to see him?" Guan Yunshu frowned slightly, "Don't say that I tied you up in Yanyun."

Mu Lier laughed but didn't respond. After she finished carving the portrait, she looked it up and down, nodded with satisfaction, then pulled up the blanket and huddled in the tent. She closed her beautiful eyes, held the portrait tightly in her hands, and said casually:

"Don't talk nonsense, just go to sleep..."

Soon, there was no sound in the snowy field, leaving only the sound of the wind and the crackling sparks in the campfire.

Guan Yunshu glanced at the little person in Mu Lier's arms, and then couldn't help but look back in the direction of the capital.

I don’t know what Zhao Wumian is doing now... Alas, he is probably having fun on some woman’s couch again.

According to the letter from the capital, Princess Luo Xiangzhu followed Zhao Wumian through thick and thin in Hetuo, and she might have fallen into his clutches.

Luo Xiangzhu and Mu Lier are master and disciple, but their generations are really confusing.

But no matter who you think of, the person you will eventually think of is yourself.

The bet between Guan Yunshu and Zhao Wumian - the nun bets that she can see through her love affair with him and build a bridge between heaven and earth, while Zhao Wumian bets that Guan Yunshu cannot see through it.

Because of the mistake with Jin Boshan furnace, this bet has come to nothing at the moment, but when the two meet again, Zhao Wumian will definitely take the initiative to bring it up.

Guan Yunshu was lost in thought, looking at the faint crescent moon in the night sky, but he no longer had the heart to complete his sutra recitation and remained in a trance.

The capital is not as bitterly cold as the northern Yanyun area. The lights are bright, the people are crowded and the night is warm.

After the meal, most of Zeng Lengyue's girls played on the terrace with fireworks and firecrackers. Hundreds of brilliant fireworks rose into the sky from the center of Gurong Lake, attracting the attention of passers-by from all over the capital, who thought that tonight was the end of the year.

I don’t know what good thing happened to Zeng Lengyue that made her celebrate like this.

After dinner, the staff cleared the table and put fruits and snacks on the table. The remaining girls dressed up in their best clothes, played music and danced, blooming as if they were really entertaining guests.

"He was very smart when he was young. When we first met, he was less than two years old, but he spoke very clearly. His expressions were no different from those he uses now. I thought he was possessed by a demon, so I secretly beat him with a feather duster while he was sleeping."

Xiao Lengyue held the wine glass, crossed her legs, and in a casual posture, shook the wine with her small hands, telling the Empress Dowager about Zhao Wumian's childhood.

Although the two women were a generation apart in age, they were of the same generation in terms of status. As long as they didn't talk about the court and Taixuan Palace, they could talk about anything.

Topics like jewelry, rouge and foundation, which powerful official in the capital had a child in his old age, which lady in Lin'an kept a lover outside, etc., but in the end, they would definitely abduct Zhao Wumian.

The Queen Mother held the glass cup in her small hands, through the wall of the cup, one could see the deep red wine inside.

This is the tribute wine from the Western Regions that she brought from the palace. It is very precious.

The Queen Mother took a sip of the tribute wine from the Western Regions. Her white and slender neck moved slightly, like soft jade. Her every move was unspeakably elegant. She asked in a curious tone:
"Hit him with a feather duster? Is this your Jiangnan custom? Treat ghosts and monsters as dust and sweep them away?"

Zhao Wumian sat on one side, crossed his legs, placed melon seeds in his palms, and looked at the dancers and musicians on the round stage, looking quite relaxed.

Hearing this, he turned his gaze and explained:
"No, she just wanted to find an opportunity to beat me up. If she didn't have a feather duster, she would use a rolling pin, or a sheath knife, to get back at me for splashing water in her face when we were taking a bath."

"How can you think of your aunt like this..." Xiao Lengyue was angry, glanced at Zhao Wumian, and lectured him:
"Put your legs down. Look at you. You are a noble now. How can you be so careless?"

"I'm at home..."

"The Queen Mother is still here watching, what kind of home is this?"

The Queen Mother is not an outsider, she is the Marquis’ wife.

Zhao Wumian didn't dare to say this and silently put down his legs.

The Queen Mother found it funny, and was thinking in her mind that when they went to bed one day, she would also show her dignity as an elder and teach Zhao Wumian a lesson. Then Zhao Wumian would be dissatisfied and talk back to her... This would be quite interesting.

Xiao Lengyue didn't know what the Queen Mother was thinking. After recalling a little, she continued to smile:
"Speaking of bathing, this kid always wanted to bathe by himself, but he was only two years old at the time, and when he stood up, he was not even half the height of the bathtub. I naturally would not agree. Later I found out that he was shy. He covered himself left and right, but what was there to cover?"

Xiao Lengyue made a gesture with her thumb and index finger.

Zhao Wumian was surprised and asked, "How do you remember it so clearly?"

"At that time, Auntie was already an expert at bridging heaven and earth. As long as she didn't want to forget, she could remember everything."

Zhao Wumian was a little speechless, stood up and left, unwilling to listen any more.

The Queen Mother laughed so hard that her body shook with laughter, and her laughter was so clear and crisp.

It turns out that there are people that Zhao Wumian cannot deal with, but she thinks this little thief is fearless.

On another clean table, there were the four treasures of the study. Luo Xiangzhu had a plate of fresh fruit on her side and was writing a letter with a serious look on her face.

Zhao Wumian held the wine glass in his hand, looked over, and was greatly disappointed.

"I thought it was a love letter to me, but it turned out to be a letter to my father-in-law."

Luo Xiangzhu didn't notice Zhao Wumian coming over. She was startled when she heard his words and her body trembled slightly.

She had been missing for so long and had never had the chance to write a letter to her family to report her safety. Now that she was back in Beijing, it was natural for her to write a letter to Prince Yan.

His father-in-law is alone in Yanyun, the Princess of Yan died young, and Luo Xiangzhu will definitely not stay in Yanyun often if she marries him in the future. Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian feels that he should also say hello to his father-in-law.

So after Luo Xiangzhu finished writing the letter, he sat down next to her and took the brush from her hand, "I'll say a few words to my father-in-law."

Luo Xiangzhu looked at him helplessly, and then watched Zhao Wumian pick up the pen and write:
[Father-in-law, yes, it's me again. It was midsummer when I wrote to you in the East China Sea. Now it's late autumn. Time has passed in a flash. I no longer call you King Yan, but respectfully address you as father-in-law.]

[But don't think I have any ill intentions towards the princess.]

[It was not until Hetuo and his group came that I learned that the princess and I had a childhood engagement. I wonder if the Princess of Yan has ever mentioned this to you.]

[But whether it has been mentioned or not, I really want to marry Princess Xiangzhu from the bottom of my heart.]

[We had a very happy time together, as evidenced by the fact that Princess Xiangzhu can now eat two bowls of rice, three bowls of soup, a few side dishes, and countless snacks in one meal.]

[People in the market say that if you want to live a prosperous life, your wife must be fat...]

Before I finished writing, Luo Xiangzhu snatched the letter away.

She blushed and glared at Zhao Wumian. "You are so blunt, so vulgar, and not at all subtle!" How could anyone in this world write a letter like you?

And she is not fat, with no fat on her belly.

But Luo Xiangzhu still carefully wrapped the letter paper and prepared to send it.

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment, then took her to the terrace outside the hall and called down Snow Owl who was standing on the top of Zeng Lengyue watching the fireworks.

Xue Xiao stood at the terrace railing, tilted his head, and squinted at Zhao Wumian.

Yanyun is so far away from the capital.

Luo Xiangzhu looked at it in confusion, why did he need to let Snow Owl deliver the letter?
"It can smell the nun and the master, so let it deliver a letter to them as well."

Zhao Wumian sat down at the square table on the terrace, asked someone to bring him the four treasures of the study, spread out the letter paper, pondered for a few seconds, and then picked up the pen to write the letter.

But after writing a few sentences, he frowned and looked at his own words, then looked at Luo Xiangzhu's letter paper.

Luo Xiangzhu's handwriting is beautiful and eloquent, and it makes people happy just by reading it. But what about him?
He was a wandering man who had been running around with Jiuer since he was a child. He had no time to read and write. Even now that he had become a marquis in the imperial court, he seldom picked up a pen, so naturally his writing was not very elegant.

Zhao Wumian pulled Luo Xiangzhu to sit down and said with a smile: "I am a rough person, sister Xiangzhu, can you write for me?"

Luo Xiangzhu sat down obediently and picked up the brush. She did not refuse, but felt that Zhao Wumian really treated her differently.

Write a letter to her father and write whatever you want.

But when writing letters to nuns and masters, you start to pay attention to the elegance of your handwriting?

Humph.

Luo Xiangzhu dipped the brush into ink and looked at Zhao Wumian.

The moonlight was shining, the lake was clear, and fireworks were occasionally painted in the night sky. The bright firelight illuminated the two of them for a moment. Zhao Wumian stood on the terrace, holding the railing with both hands, looking at the crescent moon in the sky, pondered for a few seconds, and then said:

"Nun, Master, there is no particular order of address... This detail is not worth mentioning, but in order to prevent the two of you from fighting, I'd better explain it."

Luo Xiangzhu looked at him in confusion. Zhao Wumian turned around and said, "Write it as it is."

Luo Xiangzhu withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and wrote a letter, the tip of his pen rustling on the letter paper.

Zhao Wumian continued:

"At this moment, I am standing on Zeng Lengyue's terrace, looking at the moon, and asking Princess Xiangzhu to write a letter for me. The evening breeze on the terrace is very cool, and the ancient banyan river is dark at night, which reminds me of the nun's hair."

"You know, I'm not good at writing letters, but there are a lot of people behind me setting off fireworks. With a whoosh, the fireworks exploded in the night sky. It was very beautiful, so I wanted to write a letter."

"My biggest gains from returning to the capital from Hetuo were, first, revenge for Jiu'er by killing Zhu Jiutian, and second, recovering my memory and learning that I had an engagement with Princess Xiangzhu."

"But I searched every corner of my memory and it seems that I have no past with you two."

"it's a pity."

"If I had gone to Phoenix Mountain in Pingyang to meet the legendary Buddhist master sister when I was traveling around the world with Jiu'er, and got to know her, or had a drink with the Sword Sect's Sword Master in the Yanyun Snow Plain, that would have been great."

"But after thinking about it carefully, I decided to give up."

"It's good now too. Chaoyan and the Queen Mother's food is delicious. The smell of gunpowder from the fireworks is addictive. Standing on the terrace, the wind blows over and penetrates the collar, which is also very comfortable."

“Everything is good.”

"I don't know why you two are going to Yanyun together. Are you going to fight?"

"It's better to fight than to be alone and lonely."

"In the past, Jiu'er and I traveled around the world, looking for the whereabouts of the Cuojin Boshan furnace."

"At that time, we were hunted by the imperial court, made enemies everywhere, and ran around, but we lived a happy life."

"Later, Jiu'er disappeared, and I started to venture into the world on my own."

"At first, I would comfort myself that it was a good thing for me to venture into the martial arts world alone, to hone my martial arts skills and enrich my experience."

"But those days were so long that I was exhausted."

"Like Jiu'er, I don't like loneliness, but I am often accompanied by loneliness. I know what it feels like to wander around the world alone."

"Ordinary people might think it's very underworld, but for me, it's not pleasant."

"Having said so much about wine, I'm getting off topic."

"This letter was supposed to express my longing, but I felt that it was boring to write down my longing, so I decided not to do it."

"Zhao Wumian."

"I just celebrated my return to the capital with Princess Xiangzhu, and I am writing a letter to you two on the terrace outside Zeng Lengyue."

After he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian looked at Luo Xiangzhu and asked, "How about this letter?"

After Luo Xiangzhu finished writing, he sealed the letter, rolled it up, stuffed it into the letter tube, and hung it on the left and right feet of the Snow Owl.

After doing all this, she looked at Zhao Wumian and turned her face away.

He felt that Zhao Wumian's letter showed too much longing for those two people and too little mention of himself.

Moreover, she usually calls her sister "sister" and "sister" more often, but now when she writes a letter, she keeps mentioning Princess Xiangzhu...

What? Are you so afraid to express your affection for her in front of Guan Yunshu and Master?

Therefore, Luo Xiangzhu changed the word "Princess" to "sister" in all the letters.

Zhao Wumian laughed and walked into the hall with Luo Xiangzhu. Then they were pulled away by Xiao Lengyue and the Queen Mother to drink.

Xiao Lengyue and the Queen Mother's faces were flushed with intoxication.

With Xiao Lengyue's martial arts skills, if he doesn't want to get drunk, it's impossible for him to get drunk. But if he wants to get drunk, he's no different from an ordinary person.

The two women were obviously enjoying the drink. After pulling Zhao Wumian and Luo Xiangzhu over to toast them with a few glasses of wine, Xiao Lengyue said in a slightly drunken tone:
"Yuan Mu and your little lover are staying upstairs. Go and take a look. Don't let them fight..."

The Queen Mother came closer and blew a breath of hot air filled with the smell of alcohol towards Zhao Wumian, then smiled drunkenly.

"If a fight breaks out, you can carry them to the bed and let the emperor and the most traitorous villain in the martial arts world compete on the couch..."

Zhao Wumian saw that the two were drunk and ignored them. He asked Luo Xiangzhu to look after the two women here while he went upstairs.

In Xiao Yuanmu's room, she sat on the couch with a pot of wine at her side, sipping it alone.

Zi Yi moved a stool and sat opposite, taking the patient's pulse.

Zi Yi had not forgotten about Xiao Yuanmu's physical problem, so after dinner she asked Xiao Yuanmu to come into the house for diagnosis.

Luo Chaoyan stood to one side with her arms around her chest, just there to watch the fun.

After taking the pulse for a while, Zi Yi bent down and asked Xiao Yuanmu to open his mouth to look at his tongue. Then he frowned and rolled up the pulse thread.

"Palace Master has a high talent, which is rare in the martial arts world. According to our Xinglin theory, your body has such an imbalance of yin and yang. Although your Qi and blood are still unmatched by other warriors,
But compared with the internal energy, the gap is so big that it is no different from a dead person. Compared with the original Shu land, the Palace Master's physical condition is much worse. "

Luo Chaoyan raised her eyebrows slightly. As a female doctor, she knew what Zi Yi's words meant. She glanced sideways at Xiao Yuanmu.

"Don't accuse me of adding insult to injury. With your physique, do you still want to seize the world? I'm afraid you will die suddenly within a few days of sitting on the throne...

It is better to give up your martial arts and have a chance of survival. Even Zhao Wumian would not want to see you die."

This was obviously a good thing for Luo Chaoyan. She didn't even have to do anything, as the enemy in her heart would soon be dying. Even if she could survive, her martial arts skills would be completely wasted.

But positions are positions, and feelings are feelings. Although Luo Chaoyan hoped that Xiao Yuanmu would give up his martial arts, she also knew that Zhao Wumian would do his best to save her, so she looked at Zi Yi and asked:
"Master, didn't you just get Zhu Jiutian's medical book? Do you have a solution now?"

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Luo Chaoyan and said, "Who are you pretending to be? Zhao Wumian is not here now."

"Whose master do you think is diagnosing your pulse? You are such an ungrateful person."

"You two should be quiet." Zi Yi took out the medical book he carried with him, frowned and flipped through it. After thinking for a while, he picked up the pen and wrote down a few medicinal herbs.

"I have not yet thoroughly studied all that Zhu Jiutian has learned, but he does have some real skills. Palace Master, please remember to simmer these herbs over a low fire for half an hour three times a day, morning, noon, and evening, and take them. It can relieve a lot of pain, but it is only a temporary solution, not a permanent one. Let me think of a solution."

Luo Chaoyan snorted coldly, then thought for a moment and looked at Xiao Yuanmu.
"We can't just pin our hopes on Master... I heard from the Marquis that Shamantian's situation is not much different from yours. Recently, military intelligence has also been received from Yanyun. Shamantian is currently near the northern part of Yanyun."

"You are so kind to tell me this information?"

"What I know, Marquis Weiming also knows. There is nothing to hide."

"Oh? You are very close, aren't there any secrets?"

Luo Chaoyan raised his head, "I will give him whatever he wants."

What's there to be proud of? A little girl is a little girl.

Xiao Yuanmu felt that this so-called Emperor of Dali did not show any cunning at all when he mentioned Zhao Wumian, and there was no trace of the so-called imperial mentality at all.

"What if he wants to be the next emperor?" Xiao Yuanmu asked meaningfully.

Luo Chaoyan frowned, obviously not knowing what Xiao Yuanmu was referring to. After seriously considering the feasibility, she shook her head slightly:

"Are you a fool? Didn't I say that the next emperor can be appointed by anyone I choose? If he can't do it legitimately, isn't it still a rebellion? If he wants to be the emperor, it's a foreign relative interfering in politics, which is unacceptable under the law and there will be a lot of resistance..."

Before he finished his words, there was a creak and Zhao Wumian pushed the door open and walked in.

"What are you guys arguing about? I don't want to be the emperor."

Zi Yi flipped through the medical book without looking up and said, "Let them quarrel. They won't fight anyway. Alas, Palace Master, this is a rare and intractable disease that only appears once in a thousand years. Please..."

Seeing Zhao Wumian approaching, Luo Chaoyan was too lazy to argue with Xiao Yuanmu anymore. She glanced at the sky and asked, "Where's the Queen Mother?"

"Still drinking down there."

"It's getting dark, let's go back to the palace, there's an early court tomorrow."

Luo Chaoyan walked out of the room, lifting her skirt, and looked towards the hall, but there was no sign of the empress dowager.

After calling a maid to ask, she found out that the Queen Mother and Xiao Lengyue were drunk, so Luo Xiangzhu asked someone to arrange a room for them to sleep in.

Luo Chaoyan blinked her eyes and muttered in her heart that the Queen Mother was really careless. She could actually sleep in the territory of Taixuan Palace. She wasn't afraid that some thief would sneak in in the middle of the night and kill her.

"Let's stay together at Zeng Lengyue. With me here, nothing can happen to you?" Zhao Wumian walked out of the room and suggested to her.

Luo Chaoyan certainly couldn't ignore the Queen Mother, but this was not a big deal. She could just let Zhao Wumian carry the Queen Mother back to the palace. Unfortunately, she was born not to refuse Zhao Wumian.

After considering for a moment, Luo Chaoyan nodded slightly and let Zhao Wumian lead her to a room upstairs.

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at the two people's backs, and didn't care that Luo Chaoyan lived here. He continued to discuss his physical condition with Ziyi.

In a side room, Zhao Wumian stood in front of the door and called the maids outside to bring hot water for the emperor to wash. Then a small hand pulled the hem of his robe behind him.

Looking back, Luo Chaoyan was looking up at his face. Her pretty face was calm, but her beautiful eyes were watery and sparkling. He couldn't help but ask.

"You are so familiar with this place, and this place is full of people you know... You said before that even if you regain your memory, you will not part ways with me. Were you lying?"

Zhao Wumian could see the uneasiness in Luo Chaoyan's eyes. He smiled slightly, raised his hand to hold her slender waist, and the two of them moved closer.

"Even if we part ways, it's with the court, not with you. If there's really no reconciliation between you and Yuan Mu, then I'll break into the palace and kidnap you in front of everyone in the world.

I don't want the title of Marquis Weiming anymore, nor do I want the power of the court. I just want to wander around the world with you."

Luo Chaoyan smiled foolishly, "That's not bad either."

"Is that so? There is no one in the world that I dare not kill. I killed the prince in front of so many people. Now I have kidnapped the emperor as my daughter-in-law. What can I do?"

"Unfortunately, that's not possible. Many, many people will die. Even if I don't become the emperor, there will be people who want to be the emperor. They will start a war for this position, and all the people will suffer..."

"Then what do you say we should do?" Zhao Wumian couldn't help but pinch Luo Chaoyan's little face.

Soft and delicate.

Luo Chaoyan thought about it and considered it from Zhao Wumian's perspective. She whispered, "I will be nicer to Xiao Yuanmu in the future and not quarrel with her. You should also persuade her more..."

"kindness……"

The two leaned in close and kissed each other on the mouth.

Only then did Luo Chaoyan smile complacently.

"I just want to kiss Xiao Yuanmu's man in his territory."

?

Didn’t Xiao Yuanmu just say this not long ago?

How come you two are so in sync?
"Didn't you say you wouldn't quarrel with her?"

"I didn't make her angry in front of her, can't I just feel good in my heart?"

"Just say this to me."

"You've been back in Beijing for two days, and you haven't spent much time with me in private. How can you still act like a queen..."

The two of them were hugging each other in the room, whispering. After hearing these words, Zhao Wumian raised his hands again to hold the emperor's hips, picked her up and put her on the table.

boo~
The two kissed again.

The candlelight in the room flickered, casting faint shadows of two people.

(End of this chapter)