Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 406: Don't mess with a beautiful woman
The border town was shrouded in snow and wind late at night, with only a few sparse lights visible.

Xiao Lengyue did not sleep well. She sat by the window, raised her hand to push open the window, and glanced at the night scene. Her green fingertips seemed a little bored as she stroked the long sword in her hand.

One should be cautious when in the underworld, she is on guard.

There are many people in the martial arts world, and the rooms in the inn are in short supply, but Xiao Lengyue is well aware that there are very few things in the world that cannot be bought with money, so the houses around the two rooms are all empty, almost booking the entire inn, which is very generous.

Therefore, if anyone sneaks in here, it is naturally impossible to hide from Xiao Lengyue's perception, unless that person masters the immortal art of transformation like Zhao Wumian, which can reduce his breath and presence to the extreme.

But this is obviously impossible.

Apart from the whistling wind, there seemed to be no other sound. The cold air and snow outside poured into the house through the window.

But Xiao Lengyue ignored the chill, and instead her eyes looked a little absent-minded… With her five senses, she could obviously hear the creaking noise coming from the next door room.

On the left, there was a groan of pain from Luo Xiangzhu, and on the right, there was a delicate moan from Mu Lier. The conversations were full of rhythm and mixed with a few funny words from the boudoir.

"Master, you hold Senior Sister..."

"so?"

"No, isn't this just the two of you hugging each other? Change the angle, so that Senior Sister faces me and has her back to you..."

"Well……"

From the noise, it seemed that the master and disciple adapted quickly and even started to cooperate?

Xiao Lengyue imagined the scene from the gossip.

Mu Lier should be holding Luo Xiangzhu like helping a child pee...

The cold air outside blowing on her face could hardly distract her from her thoughts. She was not the kind of person who liked to eavesdrop, so she must be thinking about her own business.

Will there be a day, sooner or later, when she will hug Yuanmu like this in front of Wumian?

She had tested Zhao Wumian in Zeng Lengyue and knew that if this boy got close to her, there would definitely be the necessary reaction.

If she wanted to have a child with Wumian, there would definitely be no problem on his side, but it was just her own problem...

Xiao Lengyue's absent-minded expression inevitably showed a hint of embarrassment.

When leaving Beijing, Yuan Mu reminded her to seize the opportunity and get things done as soon as possible.

In fact, Xiao Lengyue felt from the bottom of her heart that the possibility of replacing the child with Luo Chaoyan was not very high. After this period of contact, she already knew that Luo Chaoyan was not a weak girl who would allow herself to be bullied.

This method was originally thought out by her after weighing the pros and cons in order to ease the relationship between Zhao Wumian, Xiao Yuanmu, and Luo Chaoyan.

With this hope, Yuan Mu would definitely not get so angry that he would kill Luo Chaoyan directly in the short term, and Zhao Wumian would not have to be caught between the two of them.

After all, is it really possible that Yuanmu and the little emperor would fight each other?

Once the fight starts, it will be a real fight and one of the two women will definitely die.

The essence is to avoid the worst situation.

If Zhao Wumian had nothing to do with Luo Chaoyan, then the little emperor would be dead, and Xiao Lengyue would applaud, but times are different now.

The young emperor was deeply in love with Wumian. If the situation did not allow it, she would have given him the throne even if Zhao Wumian had said he wanted it.

However, if she brought up the matter rashly, Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan might have a quarrel, so she did not take any action during this period.

But even if we don’t mention the matter of adopting a dragon son, just the royal lineage of Chen State...is it possible that their Xiao family will be extinct in her generation, Xiao Lengyue?
How could the Xiao family of the Chen State, which was once so prosperous and ruled over thousands of miles of territory south of the Yangtze River, be destroyed in less than a hundred years, without even a single bloodline left?
Thinking about it, Xiao Lengyue felt sad and couldn't help but feel ashamed towards his ancestors.

But she is the only descendant of the Xiao family. If the Xiao family of Chen Kingdom wants to continue, they can only rely on her.

If I don't rely on her, do I have to rely on alcohol?

Let my sister and Wumian have a child?

Xiao Lengyue shook her head repeatedly. Now she didn't even know where Jiu'er was, and how could she let her sister do such a rebellious thing?

It's better for her to suffer and let her bear the blame.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lengyue closed the window, sat on the couch, took off her shoes and socks, listened attentively to the noise coming from next door, trying to arouse her own desire.

After listening for a long time, she did not have any impulse. After pondering for a moment, she closed her beautiful eyes and tried to put herself in Mu Lier's shoes and Xiao Yuanmu in Luo Xiangzhu's shoes...

Xiao Lengyue's pretty face suddenly flushed, her eyes were like spring water, and her plump legs under her skirt subconsciously tightened.

"Sleepless..."

She huddled into the quilt, covered her head, and seemed to be singing softly.

At daybreak, the heavy snow finally stopped, leaving only a light mist lingering in the town, bringing peace and tranquility.

Most of the people in the martial arts world cannot stay in inns, so they can only find other people to stay with them by paying money. After they have rested, they look in the direction of the inn, sigh that there are so many rich young men in the martial arts world, and then ride away.

The intermittent sound of horse hooves outside the house added a little more movement to the quiet and warm room.

Behind the curtain, Zhao Wumian slowly opened his eyes. The child in his arms was pressing tightly against him, and the touch was smooth and warm.

Glancing sideways, he saw the master and disciple, Mu Lier and Luo Xiangzhu, leaning on either side of him, still soundly sleeping.

There was a slight blush on her beautiful cheeks, I don’t know if it was because of the hangover or the passion from last night.

The red lips are slightly pursed, moist and soft, making people who see them salivate with desire and unable to resist holding their red lips and tasting them freely.

Zhao Wumian did so.

Unfortunately, the two girls were too tired, and they didn't wake up even when he held them in his mouth. They just whimpered cutely in a daze, but it gave them a different kind of stimulation.

However, Zhao Wumian knew that they were tired, so he suppressed the impulse.

The warmth and softness of the jade behind the curtains, as well as the intoxicating fragrance, made him relax and feel lazy. He just wanted to hug the two women and sleep all day long, but he soon felt that he could not be so decadent and lazy.

So he got up quietly, dressed and washed, and then he mustered his strength to go to the yard of the inn to practice swordplay.

It's not for improving martial arts, it's purely for tempering one's will.

This is actually the influence that Zi Yi had on him.

How can I slack off when my wife works so hard?
Xiao Lengyue sat in front of the window on the second floor, pushed open the window, supported her chin with her bare hands, and watched Zhao Wumian practicing sword and martial arts.

I never thought that even though Zhao Wumian's martial arts had reached this level, he was still so hardworking... Especially when he climbed out of the bed of the master and disciple who was grinding his bones and sucking his marrow, it was most admirable.

Xiao Lengyue secretly praised in her heart, and then sheathed the knife as sheathed. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, raised her eyes and said with a smile:

"Thank you for keeping watch last night, I will do it today."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Xiao Lengyue responded casually and closed the window, seemingly not wanting to talk to Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian suddenly felt confused, wondering if he had made too much noise last night and prevented his aunt from sleeping well.

In fact, it was almost the same. Xiao Lengyue was imagining the situation last night and finally solved it for himself...so he was a little embarrassed to communicate with him at the moment.

She was not someone who was interested in love between men and women. Even when she was a young girl, when she was at the age when she was curious about this matter, she had never done it.

I never thought that this would be the first time in my life that I would encounter such a situation.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Wumian still felt that he should restrain himself a little. After all, his aunt was not his wife yet.

He cleared his mind of distractions, retracted his gaze, and returned to the side room with his knife in hand. He drew aside the curtain, only to find that the master and disciple on the couch had not woken up yet.

It was hot last night, and the stove was on all night. The two women didn't cover themselves with quilts, and their bodies of different sizes and feels were exposed. Their skin was white, which made Zhao Wumian's heart beat fast.

When Zhao Wumian first met Mu Li'er and Luo Xiangzhu in Jin, he never imagined that one day he would hold them in his arms.

As a man in the underworld who lives a precarious life, it is too early to talk about happiness, but Zhao Wumian does have this feeling at the moment.

There was heavy snow and wind outside, but it was warm and cozy inside, with a beautiful woman lying on the couch beside her.

However, the work is not over yet. The Rong people are in cahoots with Goguryeo, and the Western Regions are hiding in the sidelines, watching covetously. Before the world is pacified, Zhao Wumian will not be able to enjoy it for too long.

But he did not complain, he just felt full of energy.

As the saying goes, a wife and children are the key to a warm bed. Zhao Wumian has not yet considered having children, but for the sake of his wife, he should try his best to pacify the world as soon as possible.

Zhao Wumian pushed Mu Lier's shoulder and said, "Master, Master, get up. It's time for us to leave."

Mu Lier's eyelashes, as thin as a cicada's wing, trembled slightly. She slowly raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Wumian. Her consciousness was still a little unclear. Then she lowered her eyes and looked at Luo Xiangzhu before she suddenly came to her senses. The scenes of last night came into her mind.

Last night's plan went smoothly. Luo Xiangzhu was piled up high by Zhao Wumian while she was still in a daze. Even though she knew about the relationship between Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier, she had no chance to question him. She could only bite her fingers and endure it silently.

At the beginning, Luo Xiangzhu acted as if she couldn't resist because of the confusion of generations, but she fainted completely after a while. Mu Lier picked her up and faced Zhao Wumian, and she didn't have the strength to resist.

Gradually, Luo Xiangzhu got used to the fact that Mu Lier and Zhao Wumian had been having an affair for a long time. In her confusion and love, she even began to cooperate with Zhao Wumian.

When Zhao Wumian was grabbing his legs, she stared at him from the side, then moved closer...

Stick out your tongue slightly...

Mu Lier's cheeks immediately turned red. Fortunately, she and Su Qingqi had served Zhao Wumian before, so she was quite experienced in this regard. She covered her body with one hand and slowly sat up.

Seeing that Luo Xiangzhu hadn't woken up yet, she looked at Zhao Wumian shyly and asked softly, "It seems to be going well. Xiangzhu... have you accepted this?"

Zhao Wumian sat down beside the couch, hugged Mu Lier's waist, the skin on his palm was very smooth, and said:

"She hasn't woken up yet, but as the saying goes, a beautiful woman should not be offended, and good wine should not be wasted. Master, don't worry about this. If Sister Xiangzhu is sad, I will accompany her more."

Mu Lier raised her hand to tuck the hair around her ears, and leaned against Zhao Wumian's shoulder. At this moment, she was in no mood to continue to maintain the dignity of her master, so she was docile and obedient, saying:
"Are you calling me sister again now? You were calling me 'senior sister' so enthusiastically last night..."

"My master was also very enthusiastic."

Zhao Wumian raised his hand to hold the white ball, but saw a few red marks on it.

He was indeed a little too excited last night, and even his master showed no sympathy.

Mu Lier was a martial arts champion, so she definitely didn't care about the pain. Instead, she thought it was okay to be a little rough. She just felt that it was shameful to be so naive, "Just humiliate us..."

The two of them sat on the side of the couch, but they saw Luo Xiangzhu had raised his eyes at some point and was staring at them, with a look of confusion from a hangover.

But she quickly came to her senses, recalled what happened last night, and immediately wanted to cover her head with the quilt, ashamed to see anyone.

However, when she moved slightly, Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier looked at her sideways.

Although Mu Lier felt that it was a bit embarrassing for her as a master to snatch her apprentice's man, she had done something even more embarrassing last night. At this moment, she calmed down and spoke in a gentle tone:

"Xiangzhu? How do you feel? If you're tired, it won't hurt to sleep a little longer."

Luo Xiangzhu blushed and shook her head slightly, pulling the quilt to cover her beautiful figure, while her pair of bright almond-shaped eyes looked left and right at Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier, then she puffed up her cheeks and turned her back.

Zhao Wumian thought it was cute and couldn't help but smile, but Mu Lier glared at him. "What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Wumian silently suppressed his smile, and before he could speak, Luo Xiangzhu turned around and looked at Mu Lier.

Don't talk about him.

After giving Mu Lier this look with his eyes, Luo Xiangzhu seemed to be sulking again and turned away.

Luo Xiangzhu was indeed angry, but she was not angry about the fact that Mu Lier and Zhao Wumian were having an affair, but that they had been hiding it from her.

But after being angry for a while, she felt tired.

Unlike Mur Lier, her physical condition was much worse and she felt sore all over at the moment.

Therefore, Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier only watched her after her back was turned. After a while, her breathing became even and steady.

Zhao Wumian called her softly, but there was no response.

The two looked at each other.

"Fell asleep because of anger?"

"It was you who made me..."

They both lowered their voices, not wanting to disturb anyone.

"Let her sleep. Snow Owl hasn't come back yet, and we don't know where the nun is. It won't hurt to stay in the town for a while. I'll go downstairs and bring some breakfast."

"kindness."

Zhao Wumian stood up and brought some soy milk buns, and called Xiao Lengyue to eat together.

Luo Xiangzhu was usually the greediest person, but the smell of food didn't even wake her up... She was indeed too tired.

After breakfast, Xiao Lengyue was not in a hurry to travel. She just took Zhao Wumian's sign and went out to find a constable from the Detective Department to deliver a letter to the court.

Tell Zi Yi that the Ningbing Tears have been obtained, and after she has nursed Yuan Mu back to health, she can come over to prepare the medicine.

Zhao Wumian originally wanted to go by himself, but Xiao Lengyue insisted on doing it for him, so he had to let her do it.

With Xiao Lengyue's martial arts skills, it is really difficult for anything to happen.

Even if you encounter someone you cannot defeat, you can still retreat safely.

Zhao Wumian also leaned on the couch, hugged Mu Lier, and the two of them whispered.

"Hey, when you and Xiangzhu get married, do you want a boy or a girl?"

Mu Lier has actually begun to fantasize about the future. Her tone is like that of a little girl, pure, beautiful, and full of hope for future life.

"I don't plan to have children for now. I always feel that if I have a child, I will be an adult."

"You don't look like a child, you're so big..."

Since there were no outsiders around, Mu Lier relaxed a lot and gently played with it with her little hands.

"It's not my body, it's my mentality... I'm not ready to be a father."

"How can this be possible? Let's not talk about Xiangzhu, let's just talk about the emperor. How can there be no dragon son?"

"I'm actually not interested in the throne or power... I now understand Ji Yingshi, Zhu Jiutian and the others a little bit. Their martial arts have reached my level, and all they want is to go further. If I can really ascend to heaven, I'll take all of you with me. Why would they care about the throne in this secular world?"

"You are not the emperor, so of course you are debt-free... With you being like this, how can I be assured that I can hand over the Sword Sect to you?"

Zhao Wumian blinked his eyes, "Who is the leader of the Sword Sect? Master has the final say?"

"No, but if you kill Wuxiang Emperor, avenge the previous sect master, and end the decades of hatred between Jianzong and Wuxiang Emperor, then if you want to be the sect master, I will definitely give up the throne and return to my hometown to catch his fish."

"I was just joking at first. If I were really the sect leader, I wouldn't bother to take care of my disciples."

"Then you don't want to be one anymore?"

Zhao Wumian thought about it and said, "I'd better take it."

"Why?"

"When I become the sect leader, I will add a new rule to the sect rules: 'If the master and disciple of our sect are in love, they can get married without caring about worldly opinions.'"

Mu Lier was stunned, looked up at Zhao Wumian, and then smiled foolishly.

"If you really do this, then your little trick will be known to everyone."

"So what if you know? Who dares to object? I'll even add a second rule."

"kindness?"

"Let the Sword Master here be the bed-warming maid of this sect master. She will go wherever I go."

"If I don't want to be a bed warmer, I'll go wherever you go."

The two of them talked aimlessly, saying whatever came to their mind.

This kind of boring and uninteresting chat, where you can say whatever you want, is a boring little thing that all lovers do when they are together.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Luo Xiangzhu quickly opened her eyes but did not turn around. After listening quietly for a while, she turned around and looked at Zhao Wumian curiously.

Do you want to be the King of Yan? Wait until dad passes the throne to me, and then I will pass it to you.

Zhao Wumian doesn't want to be the King of Yan, he only wants to be the King of Yan's son-in-law.

Luo Xiangzhu wanted to know why.

Zhao Wumian replied that he wanted to live off Princess Xiangzhu for the rest of his life.

So Mu Lier and Luo Xiangzhu both laughed.

As they chatted, Zhao Wumian picked up Luo Xiangzhu and, as if it was natural and reasonable, stacked her up high with Mu Lier.

Zhao Wumian felt that Luo Xiangzhu was too tired and didn't want to do it at first, but when the atmosphere was right, it became a natural thing.

If not, I always feel like something is missing.

Zhao Wumian probed Mu Li'er and Luo Xiangzhu's buttocks and said with a smile:
"Master, Senior Sister, it really came naturally."

Luo Xiangzhu still didn't understand, but Mu Lier did. She made a "spit" sound, and then simply ignored Zhao Wumian and gently stroked Luo Xiangzhu's pretty face.

"Are you still angry?"

If he was really angry, Luo Xiangzhu would have dodged away long ago.

The two women hugged each other, holding their breath. This time there was no alcohol to numb their nerves, and they both felt extremely embarrassed.

Zhao Wumian told jokes to amuse the master and his two daughters, and every time they couldn't help laughing out loud, a slight tremor would follow.

This time, not only Luo Xiangzhu, but even Mu Lier was so tired that she fell asleep.

The sky was dark, the sky was low, and snow was falling again in another ordinary border town.

An inn, a square table, a pot of wine, a sword, and a person.

The middle-aged man was wearing a fox fur coat. His black hair was mixed with a few strands of white hair, which was neatly tied behind his waist, leaving his forehead exposed. He was not wearing a crown and had a handsome face.

He sat at the table and drank quietly.

There were no other guests in the inn, only a few guards who were alert and vigilant.

rustle---
Outside the inn, there was the sound of long boots stepping on the snow, and a young Rong boy wrapped in a sheepskin coat and wearing a felt hat strode in.

He had a sheepskin drum hanging around his waist.

The sheepskin drum is quite old, but you can see traces of frequent wiping, and not a trace of black mud or fingerprints can be seen on it.

The right sleeve of the young Rong man was empty.

This is a disabled person with a broken arm.

But no one dared to underestimate him because of this.

The man in fox fur slightly raised his eyes and looked at the young Rong man. Then he flicked his fingers and the pot of wine on the table slid in an arc in the air and was steadily caught by the young Rong man.

"Since you're here, let's have a drink."

Sha Mantian sighed, "Xihuajian is dead, Ningbinglei is gone, Zhao Wumian is here, and you are still in the mood to drink... I think you and Mo Jingxue will get along well."

"I have lived for decades and have learned nothing but one thing."

"what?"

"Never owe favors to anyone."

Shamantian laughed dumbly, "Then why did you give me a pot of wine?"

"I'll buy you a pot of wine, and I won't listen to what the shaman is going to say in vain."

"You're an interesting person."

Shamantian laughed loudly, sat down at the table, and said:

"It's not a big deal. I just want to remind you that killing Zhao Wumian will not be worth the loss. You might even fall into trouble because of him. It's better to find the whereabouts of King Yan."

Emperor Wuxiang stroked the wine glass. Although he was nearly a hundred years old, his face was relatively young, and he looked no more than forty years old.

Hearing this, he said calmly:
"Killing the King of Yan can only conquer Yanyun, but killing Zhao Wumian can take over the country."

"Being too ambitious is not a good thing."

"Men who don't know how to be greedy often miss out on a lot."

"Zhao Wumian said in front of everyone in Yanyun Jianghu that he would take your head."

"I just don't believe he has this ability."

Shamantian took a sip of wine, remained silent for a few seconds, and then stood up again, "I have already reminded you, if you make a mistake with Zhao Wumian... you'd better take care of yourself."

Shamantian came suddenly, said nothing, and left suddenly.

Emperor Wuxiang did not keep him and watched him leave silently.

(End of this chapter)