Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 398 You feel so hot
Whoosh—bang.

As the last bunch of fireworks bloomed in the night sky, Zeng Lengyue's girls gathered on the terrace in twos and threes, standing on tiptoe to look out.

It was not until the fireworks turned into smoke and wandered in the night sky that they withdrew their gaze, turned back to the hall, cleared the dishes and cleaned the house, and the lively celebration gradually came to an end.

In the upstairs wing room, with the doors and windows closed, it was quiet and motionless until suddenly a soft '嘤嘤' sound was heard, extremely embarrassing.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "click" sound, and the door opened wide. Zhao Wumian seemed to be pushed out, and he staggered to stand firm in the corridor.

Looking back, he saw that the door had been suddenly closed. But before it closed, he caught a glimpse and saw the trembling inverted jade bowl and the cherry-red dots.

"I, no, I want to rest. Marquis Weiming should also rest early. Tomorrow the Marquis will send me back to the palace to prepare for the morning court..."

There were intermittent whispers coming from behind the door, as if the person was talking to himself with his back against the door.

Zhao Wumian found it funny, but he didn't say much. He just said "yes", "Your Majesty, please have a good rest too."

"But, but you have to return the bellyband to me first!"

The voice behind the door suddenly became more urgent.

The two of them were deeply in love just now. Zhao Wumian couldn't resist the beauty of the emperor. He gently pulled his belt and raised his hand to untie the bellyband ties at the back of his waist... and this is the situation.

At this moment, Zhao Wumian was holding a piece of dark red cloth with a dragon pattern embroidered with gold thread in his hand. The cloth was warm, well-made, and felt silky.

He did not return it, but said: "I am a great contributor to the conquest of Hetuo, but the emperor did not give me any reward, only an imperial decree to enter the palace and become the empress... I can't just not ask for any reward at all."

"Give it back to me!" Luo Chaoyan didn't even say "I", and it was obvious that he was being forced into a corner.

"Do not."

thump—

Luo Chaoyan stomped her feet hard, "thump thump thump" and fell on the couch, feeling aggrieved.

With her dignity, she could not bear to have her underwear taken away by a man...even if the man was her lover.

She was so embarrassed that she almost died, but she couldn't get it back, so she could only lie on the couch and wipe her tears alone.

After all, he is the emperor of the day, but he was bullied by a marquis like this. It is unprecedented.

Zhao Wumian laughed a few times, thinking Luo Chaoyan was cute, but then he heard her sobbing softly, and his expression froze again.

Why are you crying because of being bullied?

Zhao Wumian always forgets how reserved and conservative women are in this world. Not everyone can be as open-minded as the Queen Mother and Shen Xiangge.

If he had snatched Princess Xiangzhu's bellyband, the little mute would definitely have cried.

But at this moment, listening to Luo Chaoyan's soft sobs, he felt an unspeakable youth and innocence in Luo Chaoyan.

It’s like summer, after school, the sun is setting, I’m riding a bicycle with my girlfriend who’s still in school uniform, I won fifty dollars on a scratch lottery ticket, and we used the fifty dollars to eat skewers at a roadside stall.

Zhao Wumian's mood suddenly improved. He raised his hand and gently opened the door. "Don't cry. I'll give it back to you."

Luo Chaoyan was lying on the couch, wearing a long skirt, with her top half-undone, revealing her pink back, her skin without a single flaw.

When she heard the voice, she turned around with red eyes, sniffed, but was stunned for a moment, and asked stupidly:

"Why don't you keep it secretly? My bellyband has no appeal to you, right? If it was Xiao Yuanmu's underwear, wouldn't you..."

?

Just now, Zhao Wumian snatched her bellyband and she felt so wronged that she wanted to cry. Now that he has really returned it to her, she starts to feel that she is not attractive to Zhao Wumian again?

Therefore, before he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian quietly put away his bellyband and closed the door, "I won't return it."

Zhao Wumian stood in the corridor, stuffed the soft cloth into his arms and hid it close to his body, nodded with satisfaction, and then came to Xiao Yuanmu's room. Just as he was about to raise his hand to push the door, Xiao Yuanmu's voice came.

"Don't come in... The Imperial Master is giving me acupuncture."

Acupuncture? That means taking off all clothes?
But Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu have hesitated so many times, there is nothing shameful about it.

However, he did not rush in, but just stood in front of the door and asked: "When will the injection be completed?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? The Palace Master's injury is far from being healed overnight. Do you still want me to give you the injection and then take off your pants to insert the needle?"

Zi Yi's unceremonious voice came at the same time.

"Looking at my current baby-like appearance, what's the point of inserting..." Xiao Yuanmu replied, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Forget it, come in."

He pushed the door open and walked in, and saw Xiao Yuanmu's crimson dress neatly folded on a small table beside the couch. She was lying on the couch wearing only a bellyband and underwear, while Zi Yi was sitting beside her, giving her acupuncture.

Xiao Yuanmu's skin was white with a hint of pink, and so tender that milk would flow out if pinched. But at this moment, her pink back was covered with densely packed silver needles, which was really heartbreaking to see.

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Zhao Wumian, then looked away and whispered:

"I am... not very presentable now."

Zhao Wumian closed the door, pulled a chair over and sat down in front of the couch, "Sometimes I fight with others and get covered in blood. Isn't that even more unsightly?"

"It's different..." Xiao Yuanmu didn't want to talk anymore. He turned his little face away and stared at the inside of the soft couch.

Zhao Wumian looked at Zi Yi, "Apart from Shamantian's path, is there no other way at the moment?"

Zi Yi looked focused as she continued to perform acupuncture. She nodded slightly when she heard this and said softly:

"There are limits to human efforts. With my current medical skills, the Palace Master's injury can only be alleviated, but not cured. Although I don't know how Shamantian managed to balance the blood and qi in his body, I guess he used some kind of treasure... But what exactly it is, I still need the Marquis to capture him and interrogate him."

"Shamantian failed in the East China Sea and fled back to the grassland in disgrace..."

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment, but he was anxious in his heart. He couldn't wait to go to Yanyun, cross the border and go straight to the grassland to capture Shamantian.

Xiao Yuanmu saw that Zhao Wumian was anxious, and a smile flashed across his face.
"Why are you in such a hurry? You don't even know where Shamantian is right now. You only know that he appeared in Yanyun. It won't be too late to wait for his exact location before setting off. Otherwise, you will just be wandering around like a headless fly... It just so happens that the Imperial Master is also in the capital these days. Let her take good care of me."

Zi Yi nodded slightly, "It's a good thing that I followed you back to the capital. Otherwise, the Palace Master's health would continue to deteriorate if it continued. In less than two months, she would have to give up her martial arts to save her life."

"To what extent can it be adjusted?"

"It won't be a problem to hold on for another half a year, don't worry."

After the acupuncture, Ziyi stewed a pot of medicine for Xiao Yuanmu. After Zhao Wumian fed her the medicine, she soon felt tired and fell into a deep sleep.

Zi Yi pulled Zhao Wumian out of the house and talked about Xiao Yuanmu in a low voice.

"During this period of time, I have to come and give you acupuncture every day. If you are going to Yanyun soon, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the Palace Master and I to go with you."

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly, feeling mentally prepared.

"I'll go to Yanyun as soon as possible. The sooner I go, the sooner I can return."

"You just returned to the capital, don't push yourself so hard. Do you know why Emperor Taizu died young when he was the best martial artist in the world? One reason was that the queen died of illness, and he was depressed. The other reason was that he worked too hard. Don't let Xiao Yuanmu get sick before you get sick."

The two of them came to the hall. Ziyi poured a glass of wine and handed it to Zhao Wumian. Then he poured himself a glass. Then he went to the terrace, sipped the wine in the evening breeze, and continued:

"The Palace Master's injury is very urgent. If it is not treated, she will have to abandon her martial arts. But it is not that urgent. I will take care of her all the time, so nothing will happen to her."

Zhao Wumian was not in the mood to drink. He leaned against the terrace railing and thanked Zi Yi sincerely.

"Yuan Mu is a traitor, and he still hasn't let go of this obsession. As the Imperial Master, you have a different position, but you have taken so much trouble. Thank you very much."

"Why are you telling this to me?" Zi Yi drank the wine in the glass, then picked up the wine pot and poured herself a glass, then raised her hand to lightly lift the black hair on the side of her shoulder.

"Anyway, with you here, Chaoyan and the Palace Master won't be able to fight. Even if they quarrel again in the future, it will be nothing more than a verbal quarrel.

Don't think Chaoyan is always hostile to the Palace Master. She has been fatherless since she was a child and lived with her mother. Even after she entered the palace, she didn't have much affection for the late emperor. After her mother died, she lived with me in Guixuan Valley for a few years. Later, she met you... She was afraid from the bottom of her heart that the Palace Master would take you away. "Zhao Wumian smiled slightly.

"Yuan Mu is fine, but you, my half-mother, are trying to snatch me away from her..."

Zi Yi twisted Zhao Wumian's waist hard, then snorted coldly, yawned, turned around and left, "I'm tired, go back and rest, you should also rest early."

The little white snake crawled to Zi Yi's shoulder and shook its little head left and right towards Zhao Wumian.

Good night.

Zhao Wumian waved to them and stood on the terrace, drinking alone. There was no one around, only the lanterns hanging outside the pavilion swaying in the wind.

He thought about Xiao Yuanmu for a long time, until the lights in the building were turned off and it was quiet. He also finished a pot of wine. Then he shook his head slightly and walked into the building.

The corridor was deep and dark, so he walked lightly, not wanting to disturb others' rest. He saw a door in front of him open with a click, and Luo Xiangzhu walked out of the room holding the drunken Empress Dowager, with a shy look on her face.

It was probably because Princess Xiangzhu wanted to relieve herself at night, but she was unfamiliar with the place and the people, so she asked the Empress Dowager to accompany her.

Seeing Zhao Wumian, Luo Xiangzhu was slightly stunned, her pretty face immediately showed a slight joy, she covered her belly with her small hands, twisted her legs slightly under her nightgown, and looked away a little embarrassedly.

Where is Qingge?

Qingge is an elegant name for the toilet used by noble ladies like Luo Xiangzhu.

Zhao Wumian smiled and led the two women.

The Queen Mother was still drunk and her eyes were a little hazy. She looked at Zhao Wumian's back and realized that this was her lover whom she had missed for a long time. She walked up to him quickly and jumped onto his back, put her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear.

"Master Hou~"

The full breasts were pressed through the clothes. Because of the thin nightgown, Zhao Wumian could feel a slight bulge, but it was mostly hot. It seemed that the Queen Mother had drunk a lot of wine.

"Your Majesty is drunk. This is not Kunning Palace..." Zhao Wumian said helplessly, holding up the empress dowager's plump thighs under her nightgown.

"What does it matter? It's so late at night and no one can see us..." The Queen Mother opened her pink lips and held Zhao Wumian's ear, speaking vaguely.

Luo Xiangzhu blinked.

Am I not a human being?
Zhao Wumian turned around and looked at Luo Xiangzhu.

Luo Xiangzhu puffed up his cheeks and glared at him.

Zhao Wumian lifted the empress dowager up, then freed one hand and gestured to her.

The little mute became happy again. He ran over with small steps and held Zhao Wumian's hand.

It’s so coaxing.

"Shh, don't make any noise, don't let others know about our relationship."

The corridor was dark without any lights. The three of them crept in like thieves, tiptoeing to the front of Qingge. Only then did the Empress Dowager reluctantly come down and go in with Luo Xiangzhu to relieve herself.

Zhao Wumian was waiting outside and could hear the soft sound of someone taking off underwear from inside.

Luo Xiangzhu was very shy and couldn't sleep in unfamiliar places unless she was accompanied by close friends like Zhao Wumian or Mu Lier. Therefore, Luo Xiangzhu lived in the same room with the Queen Mother.

Zhao Wumian was afraid that the empress dowager would get drunk and the little mute would not be able to take care of her, so he sent the two girls back to the house, lowered the curtains, and prepared to leave.

"I'll sleep next door. If you need anything, just knock on the wall and I'll come over." Zhao Wumian advised Luo Xiangzhu with great care.

Luo Xiangzhu took off her shoes and socks, huddled in the soft couch, hugged the quilt with both hands, smiled sweetly, and wanted to rest. But the Queen Mother grabbed Zhao Wumian's hand and pulled it hard.

"My Lord, why are you leaving? It's late at night and the bed is big... Isn't this concubine beautiful?"

The Queen Mother certainly couldn't pull Zhao Wumian away, but he didn't want to hurt the Queen Mother by using too much force, so he staggered and supported himself on the couch with his hands.

The Empress Dowager took the initiative to raise her body from under her nightgown to meet him, her five fingers sinking into him.

"Yeah... it hurts."

The Queen Mother groaned in pain, but there was no trace of suffering on her face. Instead, her beautiful eyes stared straight at Zhao Wumian, like a beautiful female ghost who came into a dilapidated temple in the wilderness to collect the flesh of a scholar preparing for an imperial examination.

Zhao Wumian was really afraid of hurting the Queen Mother, and wanted to stop, but the Queen Mother took the initiative to hold down the back of his hand, biting her thin and affectionate red lips with her pearly teeth, and asked:

"Can I see that the Marquis is in a low mood?"

The Empress Dowager's eyesight was still as sharp as ever, but Zhao Wumian glanced at Luo Xiangzhu first.

Luo Xiangzhu's beautiful eyes widened. She glanced at the two of them and quickly looked away. She shrank into the quilt to cover her face, looking as if she knew nothing and saw nothing.

She wanted to escape and hide, but she was sleeping on the inside and there was nowhere to escape or hide.

Zhao Wumian said helplessly, "I just talked to the Imperial Master about Yuan Mu's matter."

"Really..." The Queen Mother blew a breath of hot air with a slight smell of alcohol towards Zhao Wumian's face, which was very alluring.

"I am not good at medicine, and my martial arts skills are average. It is difficult for me to do anything for you, my Lord. I can only..."

The Queen Mother pulled hard again and dragged Zhao Wumian onto the couch. She then lifted the hem of her nightgown with both hands and straddled Zhao Wumian's legs.

"Let the Marquis relax."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Queen Mother pulled Zhao Wumian's belt, preparing to undress him, but ended up pulling out Luo Chaoyan's bellyband from his arms, with a hint of curiosity on her face.

"This is……"

Without waiting for Zhao Wumian to explain, the Queen Mother gently pulled the nightgown, letting it slide down her delicate skin, and then took the initiative to put on Luo Chaoyan's crimson bellyband embroidered with a golden dragon.

There is a cute and undignified golden dragon on Luo Chaoyan's body. In an instant, it becomes puffy, flying like a dragon and dancing like a phoenix, full of majesty.

Zhao Wumian's words were stuck in his throat and stopped abruptly.

The Queen Mother smiled triumphantly at Zhao Wumian, "My Lord, don't you always like excitement? Then let's have the excitement tonight."

As she spoke, the Empress Dowager pulled up the quilt, revealing Luo Xiangzhu who was curled up in a ball.

"Why are you ashamed, little princess? This is something you will have to go through sooner or later anyway."

Luo Xiangzhu's delicate body trembled and she was about to cry. She glanced sideways and her pretty face flushed. She quickly turned her head back, not daring to look again.

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but breathe faster, but he smiled and said:
"My lady, you are so hot."

"What are you talking about? Burn it or not." The Empress Dowager didn't understand and didn't want to listen.

She supported Zhao Wumian's chest with her hands, then bent her legs, squatted on the couch, twisted her waist slightly, and suddenly stopped where she was.

After a moment, she leaned over and hugged Zhao Wumian tightly.

When Luo Xiangzhu heard the murmurs and hums beside her, she couldn't help but glance sideways, her beautiful eyes moistened. Then Zhao Wumian grabbed her hand and gently pulled her to the side.

"Well!"

The little mute could only make a panicked nasal sound.

The curtains were drawn tightly, the doors and windows were shut, and the capital had become a little cooler in the late autumn night, but inside and outside the house, it was still full of spring...

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I have a lot of things to do today, so I need to post less. I have other things to do later, so I'd better post it as soon as possible.

Sorry.

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