Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 402: Three People Heading North
The sky was getting light, and it was still snowing outside. It wasn't very heavy, but it made the house even warmer and cozier. The floor lamps also emitted a lazy and quiet magic.

Zhao Wumian got up from the bed, changed into a clean blue shirt, stood in front of the bronze mirror and took a quick look at himself.

He has a tall figure and handsome features. When he looks calm, he is like a cold pond in the mountains, clear and tranquil. When he smiles, he is like blooming flowers in spring and green trees in the mist.

Although none of the wives around Zhao Wumian fell in love with him because of his looks, but based on his appearance, anyone who saw him would only think that it was natural for Wei Minghou to be surrounded by jewels and beautiful women.

However, Zhao Wumian did not look at his face, but looked at his clothes.

He didn't care what he wore, but Su Qingqi liked him to wear green, which made him look handsome and elegant, so he mostly wore this color.

Since Su Qingqi was not around, Zhao Wumian had no new clothes. Most of them were old clothes that had been washed by Luo Xiangzhu. Although most of them had only been worn once or twice, they could not be considered old.

Well, it's quite decent. It's not embarrassing to wear this to meet my father-in-law.

Zhao Wumian withdrew his gaze, raised his hand to lightly lift the curtain, and looked at the empress dowager.

The Empress Dowager knew that it must have been a long time since Zhao Wumian left, so she spent the whole night with him and had just fallen asleep less than a quarter of an hour ago.

She was naked, sleeping on her back, with a thin crimson quilt embroidered with a phoenix covering her waist, and two snowy lumps huddled together.

Her skin was very delicate, and there were several handprints visible on it with the naked eye...even though Zhao Wumian didn't use any strength at all.

But Zhao Wumian felt sorry for the Empress, but the Empress was not happy about it. Last night, she pressed the back of Zhao Wumian's hand so hard that she got several bruises on herself.

He used so much force that Zhao Wumian felt distressed.

But the Queen Mother insisted on making herself suffer, as if this would make her memory more profound.

The indoor heating in the house was burning brightly and it was warm, so Zhao Wumian did not cover the empress dowager with a blanket to avoid disturbing her.

He moved very quietly and without making any sound. Even if the other martial arts masters came, they would not have heard any noise. But at this moment, the Queen Mother opened her beautiful eyes and looked at him lazily.

Women's intuition is always very accurate, especially when they have someone they love.

The Empress Dowager felt weak and sore all over, with bruises on several parts of her body. It was obvious that she didn't have the strength to get up.

But she still propped herself up, put her arms around Zhao Wumian's neck, rested her chin on Zhao Wumian's shoulder, yawned tiredly, and then asked lazily:
"My Lord, are you leaving now?"

"We agreed to go at dawn." Zhao Wumian hugged the empress dowager's waist and sat on the couch to save her some energy.

"It's not daybreak yet." The Queen Mother buried her face in Zhao Wumian's neck and murmured.

Zhao Wumian glanced at the morning light outside the window and said, "It's bright."

"I am the Queen Mother. If I say it's not bright, then it's not bright."

Zhao Wumian was slightly amused. He raised his hand to lift the hair on the side of the empress dowager's face and rubbed her soft face.

"I am the Queen Mother, how dare you..."

After being pestered by the Queen Mother for a while, Zhao Wumian finally got up and left Kunning Palace and went to Ziqing Palace.

As the sky brightened, the Ziqing Palace was still eerie and cold, making people feel cold all over, and always suspecting that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at them.

In fact, it is true. The poisonous insects cultivated by Zi Yi are spread nearby and even everywhere in the deep palace. They can be regarded as secret insect guards. If they encounter bandits, Zi Yi will be the first to know.

Zhao Wumian thought these poisonous insects were quite cute, especially Xiaobai Suzhen.

When they entered the hall, the little white snake was the first to crawl over. It climbed up from his trouser legs to his shoulders, and rubbed its little head against Zhao Wumian's face.

Hello~
Zhao Wumian stroked the little white snake's slippery head with his fingertips and saw Zi Yi grinding medicine.

He sighed softly and said, "It's rare to see you sleeping."

Zi Yi ignored this, he washed his hands in front of the basin and then walked closer.

"Are you ready to go to Yanyun?"

"kindness."

Before he finished speaking, Zi Yi turned around, took down a small bag hanging on the wall, walked in and handed it to Zhao Wumian.

"Healing medicine, both for external and internal injuries, as well as some cartilage incense, knockout drugs, and other must-haves in the martial arts world..."

These were obviously prepared in advance by Zi Yi. After she finished speaking, she took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms and threw it to Zhao Wumian.

"Taste it."

Zhao Wumian poured out a pill from the porcelain bottle. Judging from its color, it was a poison pill. He swallowed it in one gulp and then asked:
"What is this?"

"You don't know what you're eating?" Zi Yi rolled his eyes at him.

Zhao Wumian was a little speechless, "I trust you, but you're still not happy?"

"The poison pills I got from Jiuli's old base camp are all made by me taking the essence and discarding the dross. It took me several months to make them. They are much more effective than Hanyu Gu and Jiuli Gu combined... How do you feel about them?"

Zhao Wumian looked inward for a few seconds before twisting his shoulders. His bones immediately made a crisp sound like popping beans.
"My whole body is hot, as if I took an aphrodisiac."

"That's effective." Zi Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your physique is becoming more and more inhuman. Even Hanyu and Jiuli's Gu King Poison can hardly keep up with your physique... Fortunately, Jiuli has many treasures and is not short of Gu King Poison."

Zhao Wumian indeed felt good. He seemed to have endless strength in his body. If he had been able to move mountains before, now he could calm the sea with one punch.

Of course, this has reached the level of cultivating immortals. Zhao Wumian has not yet reached this realm, but he does have this feeling of being omnipotent.

Even he couldn't help but feel eager for the Dragon Transformation Gu which had not yet been completely improved.

"If this scrap material can have such an effect, I wonder what benefit the Dragon Transformation Gu will bring to me."

"This is not leftover material..." Zi Yi muttered, then waved his hand slightly, "Hurry up, if you want to transform into a dragon Gu, go kill Wu Xiang Huang and snatch the Condensed Ice Tears."

Zhao Wumian smiled, his tone slightly emotional.

"I coaxed you back to the capital, but I had to go to Yanyun to attend to official business, leaving you here alone."

"Hmm, my Lord Marquis, who revels every night, you only remember me now that you are about to leave?"

Zi Yi turned around and walked to the small table, raised her hand to grind the medicine, and her straight and smooth hair created a small fragrant breeze in the air.

"How do you know I'm partying every night? Are you peeping?"

"It's a woman's intuition."

Zhao Wumian, who had just been entangled by a woman's intuition, believed this answer very much. He nodded slightly and smiled, "So that's it."

Zi Yi glanced at him sideways and said, "You are leaving now. You are in a bad mood. Please tell me some sweet words."

"After I leave, you still have to take care of Yuanmu's body every day... She is not an ungrateful person, and she also remembers your kindness in her heart. If she and Chaoyan have a conflict again one day, I will not be around, so you can help me ease it."

"Is this your love talk?"

"I can't say it, I feel embarrassed, so I have to change the subject."

Zi Yi couldn't help but smile, but then quickly put on a serious face.

"How stupid! When I develop a drug that can make people smarter, you will be the first one to take it."

"Then why don't you go and study how to make me stay with your medicine for the rest of my life." Zhao Wumian saw Zi Yi smile and his mood improved, so he said with a smile.

"Yes, didn't I mention it to you before in Shu? Love Gu, this is something every Miao girl has, and they feed it with their heart blood since childhood.

I naturally have one too. If you want one, I will plant one in your heart. If you change your mind, the love poison will bite through your heart veins."

The woman in purple held the stone pestle in her small hands and ground the medicine residue with a click. Her tone was very melodious, until the second half of the sentence, when her words became cold and quite intimidating.

"Okay." But Zhao Wumian was not afraid at all. He smiled and said, "It's just that I like too many women. Don't think that I have changed my mind, little poisonous insect."

Zi Yi rolled her eyes at him and simply ignored him.

"Not going to plant it?" Zhao Wumian asked.

Zi Yi snorted and said casually: "This is not something that can be planted at any time. If you really want it, I have to prepare it. I don't have the time now."

"Then wait until I come back from Yanyun..."

"Okay, okay, let's go now. I can't stand men who ask questions."

Zhao Wumian came up behind her, hugged Zi Yi's waist, and pursed his lips, "I would like to ask you a lot of questions... but unfortunately my physical condition is not good enough now. I will go to Yanyun and check Tian Xuanchen on the way..."

Zi Yi could now understand what Zhao Wumian meant by "get to the bottom of things".

He is not a man of elegant taste in daily life, but his words when describing interesting stories between men and women are very elegant.

Zi Yi couldn't do anything about him, so she turned around tacitly and kissed Zhao Wumian on the lips. Only then did Zhao Wumian leave with satisfaction.

After staying here with Ziyi for a while, the sisters Luo Chaoyan and Luo Xiangzhu had also gotten up.

They gathered together for breakfast. The palace maids had already prepared the horses, and the saddle bags were filled with various easy-to-preserve foods and thick clothes.

Luo Chaoyan stuffed a bulging purse into Zhao Wumian's arms. In addition to silver bills, there were also a few gold bars that were hard currency anywhere.

"Are there enough flowers?"

"That's enough. If it's not enough, I can ask County Lord Xiangzhu. She's also a wealthy woman."

Upon hearing this, Luo Xiangzhu straightened his chest and patted the purse in his arms.

After she returned to Beijing, King Yan did not urge her to come back, but just sent someone to send her a lot of money, and there was only one sentence in the letter.

Don't spend the money of Marquis Weiming and the emperor in the capital. Our family is rich and we can pay for our own food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Prince Yan was a rough man, but he never neglected Luo Xiangzhu's character education.

Zhao Wumian climbed onto the horse and pulled Luo Xiangzhu up to sit beside him.

The Queen Mother took out a dark green sword with a sheath from the palace and handed it to Zhao Wumian, asking, "Are you ready to go to Zeng Lengyue?"

Zhao Wumian took the long sword handed over by the Queen Mother, flicked the sword guard with his thumb, and with a "clang" sound, the sword came out three inches, and a simple word "wine" was engraved in the middle of the sword.

The Qingxu Sword was originally used by Shen Xiangge in Donghai. After returning to Beijing, it was naturally sent to the palace and has been kept by the Empress Dowager.

"Yes, Auntie will also follow me to Yanyun."

Luo Chaoyan was slightly stunned. "Why would she go with him? Why not stay in the capital to take care of Xiao Yuanmu?"

"As long as Yuan Mu doesn't fight with His Majesty, what can go wrong? It will be safe for him to stay in the capital."

Zhao Wumian slung the Qingxu sword across his waist. A few snowflakes fell on his shoulders. In the gentle snow, the colors in front of him seemed to have turned into cold tones, and the surroundings were quiet.

He continued, "My aunt insisted on going with me. She is very skilled in martial arts. Most of what I have learned was taught by her, so she can help."

The Queen Mother and Luo Chaoyan looked a little envious, but the two girls had average martial arts skills and were unwilling to go to Yanyun and hold Zhao Wumian back.

"wait."

Luo Chaoyan looked up at the sky, remembered something, picked up her skirt, and hurried into the house. A moment later, she walked in with a small box in her hands.

When you open it, you will see a neatly folded snow-white fox fur inside. The workmanship is not outstanding, but the material is excellent and it is obviously worth a fortune at first glance.

Zhao Wumian was sitting on his horse. When he saw the fox fur, his eyes moved and he remembered what it was.

When Zhao Wumian was in Jin, he went out to explore the world alone, and Luo Chaoyan stayed on Phoenix Mountain in Xiaoxitian and sewed a fox fur coat for him stitch by stitch.

However, after it was sewn, it was almost spring, so Zhao Wumian only wore it for a few days and left it in the palace.

Now, it seems like this happened almost a year ago. Luo Chaoyan took out the fox fur coat, shook it in the air, then stood on tiptoe and handed it to Zhao Wumian with both hands.

"Put it on. It will be useful when you go to Yanyun."

Zhao Wumian didn't say much. He raised his hand to take it and put on the fox fur coat. His already elegant temperament became even more noble.

Before, he looked like a scoundrel, but now, wearing the fox fur coat, he looks like a royal prince.

She and Luo Xiangzhu complement each other very well. Now when they sit together, no one will think that they are eloping lovers.

"Let's go. The weather is getting colder. Go back to the house and rest early. Wait for my good news."

He smiled and nodded slightly to a few people. Luo Xiangzhu also turned around and waved her hand.

The two of them rode along the imperial road to the harem and soon disappeared in the fine snow.

Luo Chaoyan sighed inwardly. Ever since she arrived in Jin, she had always been watching Zhao Wumian's departing back.

The two of them are always together less than together.

But when she thought about waiting for Zhao Wumian to come back and getting married in a grand ceremony in the spring, she quickly got motivated again.

The boring government affairs in the past also seem interesting.

On the shore of Gurong Lake, a thousand-mile horse with excellent fur color stood at the dock, and Xiao Lengyue, Xiao Yuanmu, and Qing Yan were waiting on one side.

Zhao Wumian got up very early. At this moment, the sky was only half bright, and there were not many people around the street. It was quiet and cold.

But they were already waiting here before dawn.

The cool snow falling beside them made the atmosphere particularly lively.

Qingyan, wearing a clean white dress and breathing white air, bought some soy milk, fried dough sticks and other breakfast items, wrapped them in oil paper, and walked over to hand them to Xiao Lengyue and Xiao Yuanmu.

Xiao Lengyue was wearing a neat dark blue martial arts uniform, a floor-length skirt and pants underneath.

She was combing the horse's hair. She looked dignified, heroic, yet feminine, dressed like a typical chivalrous heroine.

Although she is strictly speaking a demon woman.

A three-foot-long sword hung behind her waist. The original weapon was destroyed by the inlaid gold Boshan furnace, but the Taixuan Palace was rich and powerful, so she didn't have to worry about not having a magic weapon to use.

At this moment, they turned around and took the fried dough sticks, and the three women stood on the street eating while waiting.

With their looks, eating on the street seemed quite contrasting and worldly, but the three women were all from the underworld and didn't care about these things.

Xiao Yuanmu took a bite of the hot meat bun, his cheeks slightly puffed up, and looked at Xiao Lengyue.

"Master, you must seize this opportunity."

"Grasp what?" Xiao Lengyue leaned casually on the horse's back, holding the bamboo tube of soy milk in her small hands, and looked at him puzzledly when she heard the words.

"What did you say? Give him a child." Xiao Yuanmu seemed a little disappointed.

This matter was proposed by Xiao Lengyue herself, but she never worried about it and always asked Xiao Yuanmu to come up with ideas.

It's not like she has any mental problems. Is there something wrong with her thinking of ways to give Xiao Lengyue some advice on how to "cuckold herself" every day?

But this happened to be her master's lifelong event, and she had no place to vent her resentment.

Qingyan is Taixuan Palace's confidant, and the two women are not shy about talking about these private matters in front of her.

She was not interested in other people's gossip, but she couldn't help showing envy when she heard it.

When Xiao Lengyue heard this, she paused while drinking soy milk and looked embarrassed. Just when she was wondering how to answer, she heard Qing Yan speak from the side.

Her voice was cold and her tone was extraordinary, but she just said:
"I also want to give birth to a child for the young master."

Xiao Lengyue changed the subject and glanced at Qing Yan.

She also had an impression of this girl. Zhao Wumian had mentioned that she was his confidant in the capital branch, or his assistant.

Whenever there was any problem, she would help Zhao Wumian deal with it, just like a personal maid.

In the future, when Zhao Wumian gets married and everything is basically settled, Qingyan will definitely be there to serve him.

I heard that his life story was very miserable, but among the disciples of Taixuan Palace, few did not have miserable life stories.

Xiao Lengyue only looked at Qingyan's figure for a while and nodded slightly, "She is indeed a good child."

Xiao Yuanmu didn't care about the little maid Qingyan. Seeing that Xiao Lengyue was still hesitating, he could only sigh lightly. At this moment, he heard the crisp sound of horse hooves coming from the distance on the street.

Glancing sideways, I saw Zhao Wumian riding a horse towards me. He was wearing a snow-white fox fur coat, and the BMW under his crotch was also pure white, which was eye-catching and stunning.

Nothing could be seen on Xiao Yuanmu and Xiao Lengyue's faces, but at least Qingyan's eyes were filled with affection as she walked quickly towards them.

Zhao Wumian gently pulled the reins and asked curiously: "Why are you waiting outside? It's so cold..."

Xiao Lengyue and Xiao Yuanmu are immune to cold and heat, so the one Zhao Wumian is concerned about must be Qingyan.

Qingyan smiled innocently and handed over the oil paper, "Young Master, have you eaten? I bought some more breakfast."

Although they had just finished breakfast, Zhao Wumian did not refuse. He raised his hand to take it, stuffed a fragrant bun into his mouth, and handed the oil paper to Luo Xiangzhu in front of him.

Luo Xiangzhu held the oil paper in both hands and took small bites of the fried dough stick inside. Then she noticed that the girl beside Ma was very beautiful, like a fairy, staring at her.

Luo Xiangzhu tilted her face with a puzzled look, then tore off half of the fried dough stick and handed it to her.

Do you want to eat too?
Qingyan took it with both hands, but felt somewhat powerless.

Xiao Lengyue drank up the soy milk in no time, threw the bamboo tube away, and jumped on the horse.

"We have to take a boat to get back to Zeng Lengyue, which is too troublesome. Let's go early and come back early."

Xiao Yuanmu was a woman of the martial arts world, and she wasn't the queen mother, so she just raised her little face and said a few words of advice.

"It will take some time for my injury to heal. If you don't come back by then, I will also go to Yanyun to look for you."

"Don't pass each other on the road and we are totally unaware."

“Can’t miss it.”

"Well, we'll meet each other eventually."

The two chatted briefly for a while, and then Zhao Wumian gently pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and looked back at Qingyan.

"Xiao Yan, my aunt and I are not in the capital these days, so you are responsible for taking care of Yuan Mu's daily life. If you accidentally make her angry, just say that you are the young master's maid and only the young master can teach her a lesson. In this way, Yuan Mu will not beat you."

Before Zhao Wumian recovered his memory, he called her Miss Qingyan.

Now that his memory has been restored, he calls her Homura.

Qingyan nodded repeatedly, with no expression on his face, showing no happiness or reluctance.

Zhao Wumian knew Qing Yan's personality, but he didn't care and turned to look at Xiao Yuanmu.

I want to say a few words, but I feel like there is nothing much to say.

There have never been any secrets between the two of them. This time they are just going to Yanyun to kill a few people. It is not a life-and-death separation, so there is no need to be pretentious.

Therefore, he just nodded slightly.

"I am leaving."

"kindness."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue squeezed the horses' bellies together. With the crisp sound of horses' hooves, the two of them quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

The sound of their horses' hooves could be heard in the distance, but soon it disappeared.

"Do you plan to send the little princess home first, or go find that little nun and your master first?"

Xiao Lengyue and Zhao Wumian rode their horses side by side and asked with their heads tilted.

The strong wind blew on Xiao Lengyue's face, blowing her hair back, revealing her flawless and delicate facial features.

"Depending on the situation, let's go to King Yan first."

Upon hearing this, Luo Xiangzhu couldn't help but look at Zhao Wumian.

After sending her home, are you going to leave?

If that's the case, it's better not to go home.

Nothing will happen to my father if he stays in the palace.

I haven't been back for a year, so a little time doesn't matter.

Zhao Wumian had no idea about Luo Xiangzhu's thoughts on fatherly love and filial piety. He just pondered for a moment and then sighed softly.

"The Prince of Yan is stationed at Yanyun, the first pass in the northern border of Dali. If Goguryeo wants to go south, it has to pass through the Prince of Yan.

Now that the Rong have gained something in Jin, and have joined forces with Goguryeo, it is clear that they are going to go all out and achieve their goal in one battle. As the saying goes, the first blow will not allow the second and third blows to fail..."

Xiao Lengyue understood and frowned, "Are you worried that the Rong people and Goguryeo will assassinate the King of Yan?"

Hearing this, Luo Xiangzhu's delicate body immediately tensed up.

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly. "Even if we kill the King of Yan, as long as the army's morale is not dispersed, the Rong people will not be able to invade just like Goguryeo... But this kind of thing will definitely have an impact on the army's morale, and the King of Yan particularly likes to lead the army in person..."

The King of Yan is different from the King of Jin. In his early years, the King of Jin often led his troops out of the country. Later, after he had a son, he retreated behind the scenes. However, the King of Yan still often goes into battle to kill the enemy until now.

He was capable of doing the work of a marshal, commanding the soldiers in the center of the army, and he was also capable of doing the work of a vanguard, breaking through the defense line with a rifle.

This is related to the character of the King of Yan. Therefore, if he can be killed, it will undoubtedly be a great victory, and the Yanyun Army will inevitably be in chaos.

Of course, even if you don't kill, capturing it alive is also a good option with equal risks and benefits.

Xiao Lengyue frowned and said, "Aren't the Rong people in Jin also knocking on the gate? Didn't Wudamu ever think of breaking in and killing the guards?"

"It's different. The soldiers in Jin used to be the soldiers of the King of Jin, but now they are the soldiers of the emperor. The King of Jin has been assassinated many times before, but the soldiers in Yanyun are the soldiers of the King of Yan, and..."

Zhao Wumian recalled some military affairs that he learned while chatting with Luo Chaoyan.

"First, the guards are all highly skilled in martial arts. Second, they have many guards. Third, they will hide somewhere in the city. They are surrounded by confidants. Only a few people know their exact location. It will take a lot of effort to find them and kill them..."

"But even so, many guards died. Do you know Taiwei Jiang Benzhen? Their Jiang family has been guarding the border of Jin for a lifetime. There are more than a dozen young and strong people in the family, and now only one is left stationed in Jin.

But the Rong people were not having a good time either. They all sent their experts to the rear to cause trouble. They were all fighting to see who would give up first. "

After he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian looked towards the north of Yanyun, then smiled at Luo Xiangzhu and said:

"But the King of Yan is my father-in-law, nothing can happen to him, right?"

Luo Xiangzhu smiled, but there was still a bit of sadness in her heart.

She grew up in Yanyun, so she naturally knew that King Yan had been assassinated many times.

Now that the situation in Yanyun has become tense again, it is impossible that nothing is happening on the side of King Yan.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two horses had already rushed out of the capital, following the official road and the dense falling snow, all the way north.

(End of this chapter)