Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 401: Waiting
Accompanied by a wisp of evening breeze, fine snow gradually enveloped the capital.

At night, the lights in the capital were lit, and light snow fell from the sky, passing through the dim lights in the streets and alleys, and quickly melted on the ground.

The snow was not heavy and the night was quiet.

Luo Xiangzhu was wrapped in a thick goose yellow jacket, her little face rosy. She sat obediently on the small stone steps in front of Kunning Palace, waiting for Zhao Wumian to come back.

She opened her little hands to catch a few snowflakes, a light white breath coming out of her pink lips. She raised her eyes to look at the dim evening sky. Her expression was as peaceful as the snow, but her thoughts were colorful.

When the snow gets heavier, she can play in the snow with Zhao Wumian... She grew up in Yanyun, and she is good at making snowmen and throwing snowballs.

It’s a pity that I don’t know when I can go to Yanyun. Calculating the time, it’s already snowing heavily there and I can even roll around in the snow.

But if I go back to Yanyun, I have to take Zhao Wumian to see my father...

It's not like she had never thought about her own marriage before. With her status, such things would definitely be introduced by the elders. She would hide in her boudoir and secretly take a look.

If it suits your taste, then go along with it half-heartedly; if it doesn't suit your taste, then never compromise yourself.

But now she is the one who brings the man home to see her father...

The little princess's face was already pink from the cold, and now even her ears turned red. She began to feel shy.

At this time, the sound of footsteps was heard outside Kunning Palace, accompanied by a few conversations.

"When do you plan to leave?"

"Tomorrow morning, it's hard to travel now at night."

"Not much wait?"

"Let's solve the matter of Mo Jingxue and Wuxiang Huang as soon as possible so that we can go and come back early."

"Are you not waiting for Qingqi and Miss Shen to return to Beijing?"

"After they return to the capital, let them know and have them rush to Yanyun as well...Yanyun is neither too close nor too far from the capital, and the time difference between them is not much."

As they were talking, Zhao Wumian, wearing a green shirt and without any weapon, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, walked in from outside the palace wall with Luo Chaoyan, holding the umbrella together.

Luo Chaoyan's eyes and eyebrows showed a hint of reluctance, but she didn't want Zhao Wumian to see it, so she quietly quickened her pace and got half a body length ahead of Zhao Wumian.

Luo Xiangzhu quickly stood up, patted the skirt behind her buttocks, and looked over curiously.

Why are you suddenly going back to Yanyun?
Zhao Wumian came to the eaves, closed his oil-paper umbrella, and explained:

"Mo Jingxue has fought with Abbot Dongwen for a whole day and night because of the Sheath of Retreat. Although the outcome is unknown, this must be the fuse of Yanyun... Wuxiang Emperor and Shamantian can't just ignore the Nine Bells. Maybe Taoist Guiyi will come to Yanyun to wade into the muddy water. They will show up in the next few days."

The three of them walked into Kunning Palace. Zhao Wumian handed the oil-paper umbrella to the palace maid standing beside him, and then continued:
"I'll go to Yanyun as soon as possible so that we can make preparations in advance. When the enemy comes, we will fight back. When the water comes, we will block it with earth... Sister, pack up tonight, and we will go back to Yanyun together. It's time to meet my father-in-law."

Luo Xiangzhu's beautiful eyes were a little confused. She had never expected it to be so fast... Well, it didn't seem so fast. They had been in the capital for quite a long time.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly lifted up her skirt with both hands and ran back to her room to pack her luggage.

Hurrying and anxious, I don't know whether it was excitement or haste.

Zhao Wumian withdrew his gaze from Luo Xiangzhu's back. The weather had turned cooler, and the Kunning Palace had already started heating its floor heating early, making it warm and cozy, completely different from the outside of the palace.

The Queen Mother was not wearing anything very warm, just a loose house dress made of crimson satin. She was leaning against the wall with her hands clasped above her head and her body stretched out.

The loose dress wrapped around her body tightly, leaving a thin line in front of her body, making the two large pieces clearly separated.

It's a pity that the Queen Mother is only open in front of Zhao Wumian. She is still a conservative woman at heart. She even wears a bellyband in her own room, so you can't see the point.

Zhao Wumian took a quick glance and then looked away, maintaining the most basic respect for the empress dowager in front of Luo Chaoyan.

He wanted to tell Luo Chaoyan everything, but the empress dowager was too embarrassed to speak out, and he couldn't just ignore the empress dowager's face and let the news slip.

The Queen Mother has been exercising a lot more recently, and it is obvious that she cannot cope with Zhao Wumian, and she is not convinced.

When she saw the two men approaching, she did not restrain her movements at all. Instead, she straightened her waist even more. Even her loose home skirt looked so tight at the moment. I wonder if she was taking precautions against telling Luo Chaoyan about their affair later.

But Luo Chaoyan didn't notice the Queen Mother's hint at all. Her mind was not on it at all. She was still frowning and thinking about Zhao Wumian's trip to Yanyun.

The Queen Mother listened to the conversation between the two and knew that Zhao Wumian was going to Yanyun. She was even more reluctant than Luo Chaoyan, but she didn't dare to show it on her face. She could only put on a stern face and pretend to be casual and asked:

"My Lord, are you going to be busy with official business again?"

"Well, we'll leave tomorrow morning."

"When will you return to Beijing?" the Queen Mother asked softly.

Zhao Wumian comforted her, "If everything goes well, she will be back in less than a month, so don't worry, madam."

It would have been fine if Zhao Wumian didn't comfort her, but as soon as he spoke softly, an inexplicable emotion in the empress dowager's heart began to surge out like a clear pool in the mountains.

She didn't expect Luo Chaoyan to notice anything, so she turned her head away, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.

After a few seconds she suddenly asked:

"What if it doesn't go well? I know that Goguryeo is still eyeing us covetously. Emperor Wuxiang is Goguryeo's general who protects the country. If he doesn't die, Goguryeo's wolfish ambition will definitely not go away. If Emperor Wuxiang keeps hiding in the dark, won't he be holding you back for several months? Can you still make it back for the New Year?"

Zhao Wumian said in a calm tone:
"If it doesn't go smoothly, I will go to the capital of Goguryeo and force him to show up. I killed Hetuo's Zhu Jiutian, so why can't I kill Goguryeo's Wuxianghuang?"

Zhao Wumian smiled and comforted her softly, "I will definitely come back before the end of the year."

Luo Chaoyan came back to her senses and glanced sideways at Zhao Wumian.

Before in Jin, Zhao Wumian dared to fight and kill, even dared to rob the King of Jin's horse and dared to break into the dangerous Forbidden City. Now that he has connected the bridge between heaven and earth, he is even more aggressive than before.

Luo Chaoyan knew that all martial arts masters were like this. Without absolute confidence in themselves and that kind of determination, it would be impossible for them to achieve the martial arts skills they have today.

But she still felt that Zhao Wumian was different from other martial arts masters.

If any other martial arts master said this, she would just think that he was arrogant and seeking his own death, but Zhao Wumian said, that's how powerful my man is.

Luo Chaoyan smiled slightly and said nothing, but encouraged softly, "Take this opportunity, Lord Marquis, to do more achievements, so that you can shut up the world's mouths."

Zhao Wumian wanted to say that he wanted to shut the emperor up, but Luo Chaoyan was thin-skinned and he couldn't flirt in front of the empress dowager.

Then the Queen Mother thought for a moment, then stopped stretching and came to the table, picked up the wine pot, walked closer with lotus steps and twisted her waist, and asked:

"Do you plan to bring some palace masters with you when you go to Yanyun this time? It concerns the Sheath of Recluse, and you want to kill the Emperor Wuxiang, and you also want to capture Shaman Tian to help Xiao Yuanmu heal his injuries... The Marquis has a lot to do this time."

"Bringing the palace masters with me, are they protecting me, or am I protecting them?" Zhao Wumian asked, then shook his head slightly, "I'll just use them as human shields. Now that I've practiced horizontal training, few people are tougher than me."

"Oh? How hard is the Marquis?" The Queen Mother raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile.

Those beautiful fox-like eyes slightly raised their heads and looked at Zhao Wumian, as if they wanted to suck the marrow out of him, full of aggression.

Zhao Wumian looked at Luo Chaoyan calmly, but Luo Chaoyan was inexperienced and didn't understand what he said at all. She just walked closer out of curiosity, touched Zhao Wumian's chest with her little hand, and spoke in an innocent tone.

"Is it hard? I feel like the Marquis isn't that hard either."

?

Zhao Wumian was a little helpless, "I just didn't work hard enough."

The Queen Mother also took this opportunity to raise her hand and touched it, then smiled and said:
"No, the Marquis is not only hard, but also very hot."

Zhao Wumian looked at the Queen Mother.

Do you have to say these words in front of Chaoyan?
The Queen Mother snorted softly, walked past Zhao Wumian, and came to the cupboard with a fragrant breeze.

"Hot?" Luo Chaoyan stood on tiptoe and gently stroked Zhao Wumian's forehead, "My Lord, do you have a fever?"

"I am referring to the Marquis's horizontal training skills and his Heavenly Demon Blood Solution."

The Queen Mother took out three clean wine glasses from the cupboard, held the wine pot and slowly poured a glass of wine, then walked over to Zhao Wumian with the wine glasses and handed them to him with both hands.

"Marquis Weiming has gone to Yanyun this time to devote himself to Dali. He may not be able to return until the end of the year... This cup is for the marquis."

Zhao Wumian smiled, picked up the wine glass, and was about to drink it all in one gulp, but he saw the empress dowager glanced at him calmly when she served the wine. That look was enough to make a person's bones melt.

The meaning is self-evident.

Come to my house tonight.

Even though Zhao Wumian boasted that he had successfully cultivated the Xuantian Liuli Body, he didn't feel weak for no reason at this moment.

However, the empress dowager did not act too explicitly. She glanced at Zhao Wumian and then looked away. She also poured herself and Luo Chaoyan a glass of wine and drank by themselves.

After saying a few more words to ask Zhao Wumian to be more careful about his safety, the empress dowager got up and went to the kitchen next to Kunning Palace, intending to personally give Zhao Wumian a delicious meal on her last night.

Luo Chaoyan did not follow. She raised her hand slightly, and the palace maids standing around her bowed their heads, saluted, and slowly retreated.

When there was no one around, Luo Chaoyan completely let go of his imperial status, sat down on the recliner in a casual manner, put the wine glass on the table, and asked curiously:
"You are going to Yanyun this time. Do you want to go with Xiao Yuanmu?"

Zhao Wumian came closer, sat casually on the square table beside the recliner, and said with a smile: "Why? If Yuanmu goes together, Your Majesty also wants to go with us?"

"If I go, I will be leading the army in person... This is a serious matter, and it is impossible to reach a conclusion without discussing it for half a month."

Luo Chaoyan rolled her eyes at him but smiled, "But if the Marquis is willing to be my personal bodyguard, then it's certainly not impossible for me to lead the army in person."

"No thanks. I'm alone and I can't be stopped anywhere. I'll just go to the grassland and try my luck. Even if I can't beat Wudamu, I'm sure I can get away safe and sound."

Zhao Wumian poured himself a glass of wine, drank it all, and then said:

"For me right now, it's best to act alone. Any more reinforcements will only distract me and do more harm than good."

"Hmm, you think I'm a burden."

"I brought His Majesty with me all the way out of Jin, so what if I'm a burden? I don't mind it, not now, and I won't mind it in the future. Moreover, I'm counting on being supported by His Majesty for the next half of my life..."

As he spoke, Zhao Wumian remembered something, put down his wine glass and stretched out his hand to Luo Chaoyan, "I demolished Zeng Lengyue's wall. Your Majesty, can you give me some silver to compensate Yuan Mu?"

"You should refute it."

Luo Chaoyan sat up and slapped Zhao Wumian's palm hard. She wanted to be fierce, but she couldn't help laughing:

"For example, I can heal your wounds, make medicine for you, prepare medicinal baths, etc."

"I have now practiced external skills. My body is made of bones and skin. Even if Your Majesty wants to give me acupuncture, it won't penetrate my skin. How can I heal my wounds?"

Luo Chaoyan raised her eyebrows, feeling that her "authority as a female doctor" was challenged. She stood up silently, pointed at the recliner below her, and said in an unquestionable tone.

"Lie down and take off your clothes. I have to try whether I can stab you or not."

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but find it funny to see Luo Chaoyan being so serious, and didn't say much. He took off his coat and lay on the recliner. He could still smell a faint fragrance from Luo Chaoyan on the chair.
With his current five senses, it would be hard for him not to smell it.

While he was daydreaming, Luo Chaoyan had already taken out the acupuncture bag, stood beside the recliner, and bent over to give the needles.

The Emperor of Dali did not have a very broad mind, so there was no visible mass on his chest being pressed down by gravity. Only a few strands of hair fell and touched Zhao Wumian's back.

Luo Chaoyan tried to insert the needle, but couldn't get it to go in. Her beautiful eyes were a little surprised.

She still remembered that the last time Zhao Wumian was in the west wing of the temple in the capital, his back was pierced with many bloody holes by her silver needles.

Luo Chaoyan put away the silver needles and casually threw away the needle bag. She then slid her fingertips lightly across Zhao Wumian's back, then pinched the muscles on his shoulders, and then reached inward and pinched Zhao Wumian's abdominal muscles.

Although I know the benefits of external skills, is this person still human with just bones, muscles and skin? Even a needle can't pierce it.

It doesn't feel like it's cast copper or iron, does it?

On the contrary, because the green jade pendant helped Zhao Wumian achieve an innate body, his body can be said to be flawless.

Although he is tall and strong, and sometimes looks like an iron tower when sitting on a horse with a bamboo hat on, his skin feels very good and not rough at all.

She was just curious at first, but as she touched it, her pretty face suddenly and uncontrollably turned red.

Seeing that Luo Chaoyan's hands were getting more and more unbridled, Zhao Wumian had no choice but to turn around and lean back on the recliner, holding Luo Chaoyan's hands, looking a little helpless:
"Your Majesty, just do acupuncture, why are you touching me randomly?" Luo Chaoyan felt a little embarrassed. She didn't want to be misunderstood as a frivolous woman by Zhao Wumian, so she was about to stop.

But after pulling hard, he failed to pull it out. Instead, Zhao Wumian gently pulled him, causing him to lose balance and fall into Zhao Wumian's arms.

Her pretty face was pressed against Zhao Wumian's chest, and listening to his majestic heartbeat, Luo Chaoyan's pretty face became more and more red.
"You, you are so outrageous..."

Zhao Wumian leaned back on the recliner and embraced the current emperor in his arms, his palms holding her slender waist through the dragon robe.

"How dare you? It's Your Majesty who disrespects me. Why are you blaming me for what I have done?"

"I flirted with you?" Luo Chaoyan's beautiful eyes widened.

"Was it me who was groping just now?"

Luo Chaoyan bit her lower lip tightly, placed her hands on Zhao Wumian's chest, propped up her pretty face, looked down at her condescendingly, tried her best to calm her expression and put on the demeanor of an emperor.

"So what? Marquis Weiming received my imperial decree to make you my queen, so you are already one of my concubines... eh."

Luo Chaoyan originally wanted to say, "I can play with you however I want," but before she could say anything, she felt her face getting hot just thinking about it, and she couldn't say it at all.

Zhao Wumian seemed to know what Luo Chaoyan wanted to say, and said for her: "So Your Majesty can play with me however you want?"

The emperor's penis was hard for just a few seconds, but immediately softened upon hearing the words, with an imperceptible hint of pity on his pretty face.

"How could I say such vulgar words... You, you let me go."

"No, the emperor touched me, and I must touch him back, only then will we be even."

Zhao Wumian placed his palm on Luo Chaoyan's waist and rubbed it gently. Although he could not feel the smoothness of the emperor's skin through the dragon robe, the curve of this waist was enough to drive any man in the world crazy.

What's more...this is the emperor today.

"You are presumptuous..."

Luo Chaoyan felt the warmth of Zhao Wumian's palm and her heart began to throb.

It’s not like she had never been intimate with Zhao Wumian before, but it was obvious that she couldn’t get used to it all at once.

She struggled a bit, but Zhao Wumian held her whole body in his arms. Her feet were off the ground and her whole body weight was resting on him, so she couldn't struggle at all.

"The emperor is unwilling? The emperor thinks that I am your private property and you should be able to take whatever you want. There is no point in talking about 'fairness'?"

"You...how could I..." Luo Chaoyan wanted to get angry when she heard that, but her expression and tone were pitiful and a little aggrieved.

Hou Siyuan glanced at Zhao Wumian shyly, bit her lower lip tightly, turned her face away, and looked like you can do whatever you want.

But just when Luo Chaoyan was ready to be touched all over, the hand on her lower back calmed down.

She looked at him in confusion, then saw Zhao Wumian lift her chin and move closer.

boo~
"Well--"

Luo Chaoyan looked slightly surprised and nasally, then slowly closed his eyes.

Snap————

Zhao Wumian raised his hand, took off Luo Chaoyan's embroidered shoes and threw them on the ground.

Crunch crunch————

Luo Chaoyan's tense body slowly relaxed and she leaned into Zhao Wumian's arms. The recliner under the two of them creaked due to the force.

With one hand, Zhao Wumian gently stroked the curve of the emperor's waist through the dragon robe, and with the other hand he reached into the collar of the dragon robe and gave it a light twist.

Luo Chaoyan's delicate body trembled, but she endured it secretly.

But after a few seconds, the guy in front of him actually pulled a corner of the dragon robe to the side.

Luo Chaoyan was slender and graceful, but her figure clearly did not reach the 'elastic' curves of the empress dowager.

But this inverted jade bowl with a hint of red still made Zhao Wumian feel dizzy.

"You! You! This is Kunning Palace. What if our mother or cousin sees us?" Luo Chaoyan lowered her voice and said shyly, then raised her hand to cover her face.

"Whether someone is coming or not, how could I not notice it?" Zhao Wumian raised his hand to pull away Luo Chaoyan's shielding hand, and said meaningfully:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty."

Seeing this pervert staring at her and examining her closely, Luo Chaoyan felt weak all over.

Then Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "Your Majesty, can I ask for a reward?"

"Huh?" Luo Chaoyan felt a little dizzy, as if her brain was deprived of oxygen due to shame.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty."

"Relax? I know you are good at martial arts, so I feel relieved..." Before she finished speaking, Luo Chaoyan saw Zhao Wumian pursing his lips.

She was stunned for a few seconds before she understood what he meant, and her pretty face became even hotter.

"I, I reward you, what can you give me in return?"

"A dragon child?"

Luo Chaoyan twisted Zhao Wumian's shoulder, and Zhao Wumian immediately changed his words, "An Ran is back from Yanyun."

Luo Chaoyan was stunned for a moment, but then took it seriously.

"You, you're not lying to me?"

"The maple leaves all over Xiangshan can testify for me."

Luo Chaoyan pursed her pink lips, and even though she knew there was no one in the hall, she couldn't help but look around, and then slowly climbed up.

Until he placed his hands on both sides of Zhao Wumian's ears, and then leaned over slightly.

boo~
Luo Chaoyan's hands went limp and he fell down immediately.

Unfortunately, even with the emperor's broad mind, he could not suffocate Zhao Wumian to death, but instead made him even more presumptuous.

Luo Chaoyan gritted her teeth and adjusted herself for a while before hugging Zhao Wumian's head tightly. Her voice trembled slightly, but she couldn't hide her inner reluctance.

"Then, then when you come back, we can get married. Then, we can discuss the matter of Longzi. Don't worry..."

Of course Zhao Wumian would not be in a hurry. Since Luo Chaoyan wanted to have a good bridal chamber on the wedding day, he naturally would not ruin Luo Chaoyan's beautiful dream for his own lust.

He was always traveling around, and the time he spent with Luo Chaoyan was obviously much less than that with the other girls.

Luo Chaoyan had no complaints, but she would occasionally make a scene with Xiao Yuanmu when she got jealous, but she never said anything to Zhao Wumian because she didn't want him to have too much burden.

Although Luo Chaoyan did not mention this little detail, Zhao Wumian had to keep it in mind.

He remembered Luo Chaoyan's kindness, so naturally he didn't want to reject her small wish.

Seeing Zhao Wumian agreed, Luo Chaoyan smiled, then realized something and whispered:
"Then, then what are you going to do?"

"I'll be with Sister Xiangzhu later..."

Before he could finish his words, Luo Chaoyan stood up and glared at him.

"You dare to mention other women now?"

"That's not another woman, that's the Holy Lord's cousin..."

“It’s even worse!”

Luo Chaoyan used a lot of force this time and broke free from Zhao Wumian's arms, standing in front of the recliner. Later, she heard that that place was a man's weak point.

He immediately raised his feet in pure white silk stockings and stepped on them, revealing a smug smile, "Does it hurt? Do you admit your mistake?"

"hiss--"

Zhao Wumian took a breath, which made Luo Chaoyan confused for a moment. It was not until Zhao Wumian whispered something to her that she blushed and glared at him again.

Later, she felt that Sister Xiangzhu was already so far ahead of her, and she had to go to Yanyun with her lover tomorrow to live a sweet life for the two of them. She immediately felt unhappy.

Why does she feel so miserable? She is almost like a resentful woman in the boudoir.

Immediately afterwards, the inexplicable dissatisfaction in her heart turned into a desire to win.

So Luo Chaoyan sat at the square table, looking down at Zhao Wumian who was leaning on the recliner, gritted her teeth, and gently lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands.

The feet in white socks stepped down again, one after the other.

During dinner, the Queen Mother always looked suspiciously at Marquis Weiming and the Emperor who were sitting opposite each other.

The rich aroma of rice overwhelmed the smell that shouldn't be in the hall. She didn't notice anything for a moment and thought she was just being suspicious. She stood up and served Zhao Wumian a bowl of soup.

"My Lord, please eat more. If you want to eat the food I personally made tomorrow, you will have to fly back."

Zhao Wumian thanked him and stood up to take the bowl, but he was so frightened by the empress dowager's stunning glance that he felt weak in the knees and was ready to move again.

Zhao Wumian found that this Xuantian Liuli body was indeed quite skillful. Although it could fight well in the past, it still had its CD.

Now with this external strength and the recovery ability of "Liu Wuyi"... he was shocked to find that his endurance could probably be called a perpetual motion machine.

Of course, this is just a joke. No matter how strong your physical strength is, it has its limits. It's just that... Zhao Wumian's physical strength is exaggeratedly good.

While she was daydreaming, after dinner, Luo Chaoyan took the lead and pulled Luo Xiangzhu, saying that it was the last night and she wanted to have a good talk with her sister.

In fact, he just wanted to teach Zhao Wumian a lesson. Not only did he mention Luo Xiangzhu when he was in love, but he also made her feet sore and painful...

Luo Xiangzhu didn't have so many thoughts. She was embarrassed to be alone with Zhao Wumian in the palace. She just went back to the room with Luo Chaoyan. When she took off her clothes and washed up, she found that her sister was not wearing socks and was wearing shoes with bare feet.

Aren’t you nervous?
It's really frustrating, it's really frustrating...

In Kunning Palace, as soon as the two sisters left, the Empress Dowager came up to Zhao Wumian and hugged him tightly.

Zhao Wumian buried his head in the hair of the Queen Mother's neck, "My Queen, you smell so good..."

The Queen Mother snorted softly and tightened her arms, her tone sounding slightly aggrieved.

"If you leave now, I will be a widow for several more months."

"What's the point of being a widow? I'm just not staying in the capital, I'm not dead..."

"Hmph." The Queen Mother snorted again, "If you die, I will not live either. Even if people in the future say that the Queen Mother committed adultery with you and died for love, it doesn't matter... I'm already dead, so why should I care about the flood after my death?"

Zhao Wumian smiled slightly and comforted her: "I won't die."

The two of them stopped talking and just hugged each other for a while. The Queen Mother suddenly touched him and groaned, "I knew that you and the Emperor...she didn't wipe you clean."

"Then Queen Mother, can you please wipe it?"

The Queen Mother glanced at him again, then slowly knelt in front of Zhao Wumian.

"I don't need to use my hands..."

Whoosh————

The evening breeze brought light snow hitting the windows of Kunning Palace.

There was a cold wind outside, but it was warm like spring inside.

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