Chapter 271: How did the Queen break her defense? (8k, monthly ticket requested!)
In the middle of the night, there was a cold wind, a drizzle, the moonlight gradually faded, and the calm lake was lit up with lights. Qing Liantian’s disciples received a report that “two people intended to do something bad to a Hu woman”, and quickly formed a team of dozens of people, holding lanterns and searching by boat.

A birthday banquet will be held in a few days, and famous figures from all corners of the world will come. If a flower-stealing case occurs near their territory at this time, it will damage the reputation of the sect. Therefore, Yangshe Yin attaches great importance to it and has sent a lot of people.

But the real enemy had already left on the boat. Zhao Wumian sat at the bow of the boat with his hand on the hilt of the knife, looking around the lake with a slightly cold face, guarding against Tong Congdao who might rush out of the water and attack him.

Meng Po’s killing intention was not directed at Zhao Wumian, so even though he knew that this Hu woman had murderous intentions towards Tong Congdao, he did not sense much danger, so he did not quite understand why Tong Congdao fled in panic after just one attack.

With Tong Congdao’s ability, he wouldn’t be so panicked even if he was surrounded by Qing Liantian… Zhao Wumian turned his head and glanced at the Hu woman who was sitting obediently against the side of the boat with an oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

Could this woman actually be a big shot? Meng Po? Not sure, but Zhao Wumian was certain that he had fought with the people of the Western Region Holy Church before he lost his memory because of the Blazing Sun Jade, so he and Meng Po were obviously hostile to each other… But this Hu woman didn’t seem to have any hostility towards him.

While thinking, Meng Po saw Zhao Wumian coming and smiled sweetly under her veil. She moved forward a few steps, held up the oil-paper umbrella with both hands, and helped Zhao Wumian block the rain… She looked quite innocent and kind-hearted.

“Thank you, but this is not a big rain…” Zhao Wumian retracted his gaze, shook his head slightly, and asked, “How did you get to Shu when you can’t even speak Central Plains Mandarin?”

Meng Po looked at Zhao Wumian with her bright green eyes, and a trace of confusion appeared in the depths of her eyes, “Grass carp?”

“What grass carp? Your official language is too poor. Do you know what I am talking about?”

“Want a red envelope?” Meng Po asked stupidly.

“…” Zhao Wumian would rather this Hu man was a mute like Princess Xiangzhu, rather than having a language barrier. However, he felt a little bit curious in his heart. He didn’t expect that he could have the feeling of “meeting a foreigner” in this world.

He took out a silver note from his pocket and said jokingly, “Then I’ll give you a red envelope.”

Meng Po was stunned for a moment and laughed a little. This Zhao Wumian was quite interesting, but she still pretended to be a pure and innocent little white flower. She shook her head repeatedly and looked puzzled… Why did he give her the banknote?

Zhao Wumian smiled, put away the banknotes, and said nothing more, but Meng Po poked him with the umbrella handle from behind, “Good man.”

Zhao Wumian turned his head and glanced at Meng Po.

Meng Po smiled at him.

Zhao Wumian retracted his gaze. As a fellow Hu people, he thought of the Hu woman he met in Changshan, and said:

“You’re right about that, but I’m not a good person either. I’ve been to Changshan before, and I saw your compatriot in a slum. She wanted to sleep with me to get food for her little Hu kid, but she was hiding there to avoid being caught and taken to a brothel… She is a good person.”

There was a hint of genuine surprise in Meng Po’s emerald eyes. Zhao Wumian actually still remembered that incident… Someone of Zhao Wumian’s status would actually care about such unpopular Hu people like them.

She was silent for two seconds, then glanced at Zhao Wumian’s back, thinking to herself, “You probably don’t know, it was me this time, and it was me last time, but last time I disguised myself as a noodle stall owner…”

“want to drink.”

“You don’t understand what I’m saying, don’t reply nonsense, ah…”

Meng Po sat obediently behind him, holding the umbrella handle with both hands, looking at his back. At this distance, as long as Meng Po wanted to kill Zhao Wumian, she could take the initiative and launch a sneak attack, and the worst outcome would be that he would be seriously injured.

There aren’t many people here, so we don’t have to worry about anyone disrupting the situation…

When Meng Po returned to the Holy Church, she reported to the leader about Zhao Wumian.

The leader of the Holy Church came to Central Plains a few years ago and killed a man, but was also seriously injured and half-dead. He is still in seclusion to recuperate. When he heard that there was a newcomer in the martial arts world who knew Xiao Yuanmu’s martial arts, he was shocked and ordered her to capture Zhao Wumian and take him back. It was obvious that he suspected that the person he killed was not dead at all, but he couldn’t believe it and was half-believing and half-doubting.

Meng Po’s emerald green almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly under her veil… Should she take him back?

In the martial arts world, Zhao Wumian is considered a disciple of the Sword Sect and a young hero of the righteous path, while she is a high-ranking member of the evil sect and a demon woman.

At the court level, Zhao Wumian is the Marquis of Dali and a favorite of the Emperor. Her Holy Church is ambitious and will sooner or later send troops eastward to encroach on the Central Plains.

Both publicly and privately, Meng Po had no reason to hesitate.

In the officialdom and underworld, the two are mortal enemies.

She and Zhao Wumian had no private relationship to talk about. Although they had met many times, Meng Po had always disguised herself. How could the two of them have a relationship that would be enough for Meng Po to show mercy? In Zhao Wumian’s eyes, Meng Po was just a martial arts master who had never met her.

Appreciation is appreciation, admiration is admiration, but business is business.

Zhao Wumian came all the way to save her, which strictly speaking was meddling in other people’s business, as Tong Congdao couldn’t do anything to her at all… He was a hero saving a beauty, but he didn’t expect that this beauty was actually a vicious snake. This was not uncommon in the martial arts world. If anyone was to blame, it could only be because he was naive, or because he was greedy for beauty.

If Meng Po didn’t have this face, would Zhao Wumian still help her and be so considerate?
Meng Po is not a rookie, she has a different stance and has nothing to hesitate about. She is not a soft-hearted person, so at this moment, she heard Zhao Wumian say:

“Speaking of that foreign woman, I clearly gave her money to buy land in Changshan, but I later asked the prefect of Changshan, and there was no such person. The prefect did not dare to lie to me. I was worried that something might happen, so I sent people to look for her, but they found that the foreign woman and the children were gone…

Now that I think about it, Meng Po was there at Changshan that time, but I never met her face to face. I heard that her disguise skills were unparalleled in the world, so I guess she must have come into contact with me, but I had no idea… It seems that she tricked me.”

Meng Po was stunned in the spot, but she was not thinking about the flaws in her arrangement, but that Zhao Wumian had done a good deed at the beginning, and did not just throw the money away and leave, but was paying attention to the follow-up…

Then I heard Zhao Wumian continue: “Let her trick me, anyway, she didn’t do anything bad to me. But those little Hu children were probably taken away by Meng Po. As Hu people and compatriots, she shouldn’t harm them, but I can’t say for sure.

After all, you don’t know her, and you are also a Hu people, probably from the Western Regions, but how much do you know about Meng Po? Do you think she will treat those children well?”

Under Meng Po’s veil, her red lips were slightly parted, and the internal energy that she had already silently mobilized slowly dissipated as Zhao Wumian spoke.

She stammered with her pink lips, staring at Zhao Wumian’s back, and remained silent for a few seconds. She wanted to continue playing dumb, but she couldn’t help but spoke incoherently, “Meng Po…a good person…will treat you well…”

Just half-prepare and half-not-prepare.

“Hmm?” Zhao Wumian looked at her in surprise and smiled slightly, “Why did you understand what I said this time?”

“Meng Po… is kind to the Hu people… I learned this specially…”

“I carefully studied the Central Plains Mandarin about Meng Po and the Hu people. It can be considered a language. When I first learned foreign languages, I also picked the ones I was interested in, such as ‘The Great Gatsby’ and ‘ノルウェイの森’.”

Zhao Wumian’s expression was filled with reminiscence. He still remembered the words he had learned before. When he thought of them now, he felt as if he were in another world.

Meng Po was silent, but did not speak any more.

She held an umbrella and looked blankly at the calm lake, but her pretty face beneath the veil was expressionless.

rustle—-

The light rain fell on the lake, making a rustling sound.

Until the boat docked, there were still crowds of people in front of the eight-legged archway. Meng Po then withdrew her gaze and looked at Zhao Wumian.

After Zhao Wumian came ashore, he looked at the few lights on the lake from afar. He thought this was a good opportunity to sneak in, so he asked.

“I can see that you are good at martial arts, but the language barrier is also a big problem… Can you go back alone? You look like you are from a wealthy family, do you have any bodyguards?”

Meng Po nodded slightly, rested the umbrella handle on her shoulder, and bowed to Zhao Wumian.

“You have learned a lot of etiquette from the Central Plains.” Zhao Wumian laughed in silence, but he was still wondering about her identity in his heart.

If it was Meng Po, why didn’t she take action when he had his back to her just now?

Zhao Wumian was actually on guard just now, paying close attention to Meng Po’s every move… But judging from the result, could it be that he was overthinking? Was this person really not Meng Po?
Zhao Wumian pondered for a few seconds, then shook his head slightly, without asking any more questions. They were just a chance encounter, and he had already done his best by sending her here. He bowed slightly and was about to leave, but Meng Po suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

“What’s the matter?”

Meng Po looked at the group of Jianghu people pouring wine in front of the eight-legged archway in confusion. She couldn’t understand what they were doing. “Waste?”

This is not an act. Given Meng Po’s identity and living environment, she really cannot understand the so-called “romance” of this behavior.

In the Western Regions, every drop of water is precious. How could anyone pour wine on the ground?
Zhao Wumian glanced at her for a few seconds, “Is this your first time in the Central Plains?”

Meng Po nodded.

Zhao Wumian took her to buy two jugs of wine, and then lined up in front of the eight-legged archway. He stuffed a jug into her hand, opened his own cork, and poured the wine on the ground, “Cheers to the Jianghu.”

Meng Po glanced at him, smiled stupidly, and imitated him, saying with an accent, “Cheers to the Jianghu.”

Gurgle gurgle————

The wine poured down, and when the wine pot was empty, Zhao Wumian held the wine pot with both hands and bowed to Meng Po, “The mountains remain unchanged, the water flows forever, and we will meet again if we are destined to.”

Meng Po paused, then imitated Zhao Wumian and bowed while holding the wine jug.

Zhao Wumian smiled, raised his hand to press down his hat, turned around and left.

Meng Po watched his back gradually disappear in the sea of ​​people. Her pretty face, which had been pretending to be innocent, slowly became expressionless. Then she realized that although Zhao Wumian had rescued her, he had not even asked her name, nor did he leave his name or contact information for the purpose of “future connection”.

It’s really not that he is greedy for beauty…she misunderstood him.

Meng Po was silent for a moment, then, holding an umbrella in one hand, she crossed the crowd and ran towards Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian heard the noise and turned back, his eyebrows raised frivolously, “What else?”

Meng Po came in front of him, holding a wine jug under her arm, and took off a gold earring from her ear with one hand. She raised her hand and handed it to Zhao Wumian, indicating the wine jug with her eyes.

“Each of us pay for our own?” Zhao Wumian asked.

Meng Po nodded.

Zhao Wumian laughed, “You are quite interesting.”

He raised his hand to take the earrings and looked at them for a few seconds, “You don’t have any money with you?”

Meng Po continued to nod.

“Then consider it as my reward for saving the beauty this time. Judging from your appearance, you seem to be from a wealthy family in the Western Regions. If I go to the Western Regions in the future and get into danger, you must come to save me. Then I will return the earrings to you.”

Zhao Wumian put away her earrings and left gracefully.

Meng Po looked at his back, her eyes gradually becoming complicated, then she sighed softly, turned around and left, muttering to herself: “I’ve repaid you for helping me force Tong Congdao to retreat. Next time we meet, I will definitely capture you and take you to the Holy Church… Just wait, Zhao Wumian.”

Actually, we’ll see each other soon.

Zhao Wumian later sneaked into the Qingliantian branch again, and Meng Po also went there, but Zhao Wumian did not find Meng Po, but Meng Po found him.

Zhao Wumian could compete with Wu Kui in terms of numerical value thanks to his Heavenly Demon Blood Solution, but he was still a step behind in perception.

The two of them searched the Qingliantian branch in tacit understanding, but they didn’t find what they wanted and returned disappointed.

Meng Po secretly looked at Zhao Wumian with a strange look in her eyes and clenched her teeth, but she still thought about her previous emotions and did not attack him, so she felt unhappy in her heart.

What is this? This is a slap in the face. Zhao Wumian is also a dignified court marquis, but he actually sneaked into another sect like this evil witch. How can he be upright and aboveboard like a righteous young man… Don’t you have anyone under your command? Why do you do everything yourself?

Meng Po went back to the camp with a gloomy face. When the Saint Church disciples saw her, they all bowed to her. An old man with white hair and beard and a cane walked out of the courtyard. He looked at Meng Po and was slightly stunned. “Why did your earring disappear? Did you encounter a fight?”

“Whoever asks this question will die.”

The old man immediately shut up, but he saw Meng Po take out her jewelry box from the house and put on a pair of new earrings for her. The old man then said, “Did you find the ‘Dancing Red Flower’ that Shi Shoujin mentioned in Longquan?”

That’s right, this group of people from the Western Regions actually cooperated with Shi Shoujin. He originally wanted to go to Qingcheng Mountain to find Wei Sanye, but because of the feud with Fan Shunan, he was kicked down the mountain as soon as he went up. He had no choice but to set his sights on the Western Region Holy Church.

As early as when Wu Honghua first appeared in the black market, the memorial had been delivered to Luo Shuzhi. However, Luo Shuzhi was still thinking of waiting for Dao Kui to completely cultivate himself before sending troops to snatch it away and secretly study it as a “stimulant” for the army. As a result, Luo Shuzhi died before that day came.

But what Luo Shuzhi knew was that the winter swallows were spread all over the world and had many eyes and ears, and the other forces were obviously not as good as the imperial court in terms of intelligence network. Naturally, the Western Regions were tempted after hearing about this thing from Shi Shoujin.

Qing Liantian wanted to use the Dancing Red Flower to train experts, while the Holy Church wanted to use the Dancing Red Flower to raise elite soldiers and brave generals. On the battlefield, as long as the number of casualties reaches a certain ratio, the army will lose morale and its combat effectiveness will be sharply reduced. If there is this Dancing Red Flower, the army will not be afraid of death and will develop quietly for a few more years…

Even if it is not convenient for the military to use it temporarily due to the side effects, it can be used as a miracle of the holy religion, saying things like “those who believe in my religion will not fear pain and will not be injured”, and it will be very good to develop peripheral followers and expand influence.

Just a cursory thought, this Wu Hong Hua is a treasure, and any force would be tempted to see it. However, after all, the Western Regions and Shu are far apart, so the task of investigating Wu Hong Hua was assigned to Meng Po, who was already in Shu… She came to Shu to capture Zhao Wumian alive.

Meng Po shook her head and pondered for a few seconds. “Nothing was found. The Dancing Red Flower is something that is extremely valued even by the imperial court. Once discovered by the imperial court, the best outcome would be confiscation… Qing Liantian obviously did not dare to plant it on a large scale. He only dared to use a few acres of land as a test field. It should be in Qingcheng Mountain…”

The old man thought so, and after thinking for a while, he smiled and said, “Should we capture Zhao Wumian first? Yangshe Yin’s birthday is coming in a few days, so there’s no way he won’t show up. We can disguise ourselves and sneak into the island, and attack secretly. We have a good chance of winning.”

Meng Po glanced at the old man and smiled for some reason, “Is the Earth God very confident?”

Di Gong is also the name of a ghost messenger. It is the code name of this old man in the Holy Church, but he is one level lower than Meng Po… After so many years of development in the Holy Church, there are only three warriors who can communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth. This old man is obviously not one of them. He has not even entered the level of sky-gazing. However, he is also a top-ranked warrior in the Holy Church, otherwise he would not have followed Meng Po to capture Zhao Wumian.

The Earth God stomped his cane on the ground and stroked his beard. “No matter how powerful Zhao Wumian is, he is only a glimpse of the gods. Shi Shoujin once said that Zhao Wumian has a secret method called Heavenly Demon Blood Solution, which has high burst damage but high consumption. Yangshe Yin is attracting attention from the front. If I fight desperately, I can at least make Zhao Wumian flustered for a few moves, and then you can sneak attack and kill him. There is no worry that we can’t capture him.”

Meng Po retracted her gaze, holding a bronze mirror in her hand, and slightly tilted her pretty face to look at her earrings. She was silent for two seconds, then nodded slightly, “Leaving Zhao Wumian in the court of Dali is a threat to our Holy Church… He must be captured and brought back to the Western Regions.”

The Lord of Earth thought for a moment, “It’s hard to hold back when masters fight each other, and it’s not uncommon to accidentally kill someone. Your Excellency is much stronger than Zhao Wumian. If it’s troublesome to capture him alive, then just kill him. This will eliminate the trouble forever and is safer. If you hold back, Zhao Wumian might escape.”

Meng Po did not answer for a moment, and then said after a while: “It is better to capture him alive.”

The Lord of Earth had no choice but to nod and accept the order.

On the other side, Tong climbed out of Longquan Lake. His clothes were soaked and there was a foot-long wound on his back. He lifted his clothes and the soft armor slid out from inside. The spine of the soft armor had been split into two and the cut was smooth.

Tong Congdao’s face was extremely cold, but he could not hide his shock. The soft armor he carried with him was certainly not an ordinary thing… How could Zhao Wumian’s knife be so fast?
Looking back to years ago, Zhao Wumian was just a master who was suppressed by Gui Shou Taoist in Qinfeng Village. Now, two months have passed in the blink of an eye… Although Tong Congdao only took the blow to prevent being entangled, he did not expect that Zhao Wumian’s knife could even cut through the soft armor.

He shook his head slightly, pressed an acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, and his internal energy rose. He dried his clothes and then came to the branch of Benwo Hall in Chengdu. But as soon as he entered the door, he realized something was wrong. All the disciples knelt on the ground with their heads bowed, trembling all over, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

“what’s the situation?”

“Cang, Canghua…”

Before the disciples’ trembling voices had fallen, Tong Congdao came to the courtyard, and saw dozens of corpses hung with silver threads under a large locust tree in the courtyard. All of them had empty eyes and blood on their faces. The silver threads were tightly tied around their necks, oozing blood. Red blood flowed from their bodies, forming a pool of blood under their bodies.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind, mixed with drizzle, made the smell of blood even stronger, as if it were a ghost town.

In the lobby of the courtyard, the door was open. On the armchair at the top sat a woman in a black dress and a pure white mask. She had her legs crossed and her face supported by one hand. No expression could be seen.

Tong Congdao’s expression was extremely cold, “Madam Canghua, you came to my branch and killed my disciple… Is that appropriate?”

“They looked at me with a strange look in their eyes, so they dug out my eyes and hanged me under a tree. What’s wrong with that?” Lady Canghua sneered, “If Hall Master Tong is dissatisfied, you can go to the Pavilion Master and report me, but women are always petty, don’t blame me for causing trouble for you afterwards.”

Tong Congdao took a deep breath. If it were before, he would have definitely drawn his sword and asked the woman for an explanation, but he had just been slashed by Zhao Wumian and was not in full condition. He would not be comfortable in a real fight, so he said coldly: “We have a mission to complete and have not caught Zhao Wumian yet. It is stupid to fight among ourselves now… But I will remember this.”

“Your hatred is really of no consequence to me…” Empress Canghua stood up from her chair, walked out of the hall with her hands behind her back, glanced at Tong Cong and said, “Hall Master Tong seems to be injured?”

“so what?”

Lady Cang Hua shook her head and laughed, “Was it chopped off by Zhao Wumian?”

Tong Congdao’s eyes immediately turned cold, veins popped out on his forehead, and he squinted at Empress Canghua, “So what?”

“If you can’t beat them, let me do it.” Lady Canghua raised her hand to smooth her black hair and said casually, “I’ll go grab the green jade pendant.”

“you?”

“How about I kill you first and then kill Zhao Wumian?”

Tong Congdao looked at her coldly for a while, then left with a wave of his sleeves, “It’s impossible to get what you want. Zhao Wumian is not an ordinary person. Your Majesty, don’t let someone of your level beat you up.”

It was well known in the martial arts world that Lady Canghua and Tong Congdao had never gotten along well. The two had never cooperated, so she had made a special trip to our branch to tell Tong Congdao to get out of here. Otherwise, with Tong Congdao’s abilities, if he really launched a sneak attack, Zhao Wumian would definitely suffer.

By the way, how come Tong Congdao was stabbed by Zhao Wumian when he went out? Did they fight? Would Zhao Wumian be injured?

“Temple Master Tong went out this time and confronted Zhao Wumian head-on, but failed to capture him alive. Instead, he ran back in disgrace?”

Upon hearing this, Tong Congdao’s heart was broken. “If it wasn’t for Meng Po, how could I have fled in such a panic? That evil woman was standing with Zhao Wumian. I’m afraid she has already become Zhao Wumian’s old lover…”

As he spoke, Tong Congdao remembered that Queen Canghua and Meng Po seemed to be at odds with each other, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. He turned his head and glanced back at Queen Canghua with a slight smile.

“Zhao Wumian is a hero who saves the beauty. He must have been cultivating the Great Dao with Meng Po and are now living together… Your Majesty, wouldn’t your two enemies have met each other? Killing Zhao Wumian alone would probably hurt Meng Po…”

Before he finished speaking, Tong Congdao suddenly stopped talking. Damn it, Meng Po was so beautiful and it seemed that she had an affair with Zhao Wumian, which made him very jealous. He originally wanted to provoke Queen Canghua, but what he said was a little bit off guard. He kept silent, but found that Queen Canghua stopped where she was and said nothing after hearing what he said.

Although she was wearing a mask and her face couldn’t be seen clearly, Tong Congdao felt that Lady Canghua was more vulnerable than him? Huh? Was this his illusion?

“Why didn’t your Majesty say anything…”

“roll!”

Tong Congdao was stunned for a moment, and then as if he had discovered something interesting, he looked at Empress Canghua, and then for some reason he suddenly laughed out loud and walked away.

Although he didn’t understand why this woman was so furious… Tong Congdao was immediately delighted to see his mortal enemy’s defense being broken.

It was worth it to be stabbed by Zhao Wumian. It was the first time in so many years that I saw Lady Canghua so angry. It was so fucking funny.

Lady Canghua stood there without moving, but her chest began to rise and fall slowly, and her breathing became faster. A disciple of my hall looked up curiously, but before he could see anything, a short knife came towards him and pierced his throat, splashing blood.

“Does this Lord allow you to look up at me?”

The disciples of the Benwo Hall around were even more frightened and trembling all over.

Zhao Wumian also went to Longquan to look for Dancing Red Flowers. Although he didn’t get any, he wasn’t disappointed. After all, this thing was obviously still being cultivated in secret, probably in Qingcheng Mountain…

But he was actually still a little disappointed in his heart, but it was because Zhao Wumian felt that he might run into Miss Su and Xiao Yuanmu when he sneaked in.

Alas, I don’t know where the two women are.

When they returned to the inn, the smell of steaming hot pot wafted in the wind. There were so many people that, in order to make it more lively, they set up a shed in the yard to keep out the rain, and then set up several tables of hot pot. The bright red soup looked spicy, and there were many hot pot dishes next to the pot…but no one picked up their chopsticks until they saw Zhao Wumian coming back. The empress dowager then stood up and waved to him.

“Finally you’re back, come quickly, I’m craving for it.”

The masters of the Imperial Palace who were seated nearby all stood up and bowed to Zhao Wumian, “My Lord.”

“Everyone, please sit down.” Zhao Wumian raised his hand to take off his bamboo hat, walked closer and asked, “Why don’t you eat first?”

“Waiting for you to come back.” Mu Lier mixed a bowl of sesame paste for Zhao Wumian, moved her hips, and patted the seat next to her on the bench, “Come and sit here, Master.”

“People in Shu eat hotpot with oil dip, why are you mixing sesame paste for the Marquis? Can’t you follow the local customs?” the Queen Mother said dissatisfiedly.

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do? You married into the imperial palace, but I don’t see you learning much about palace etiquette.”

“I just don’t do that in front of you. Otherwise it would seem strange.”

While the two sisters were bickering, Zhao Wumian saw Zi Yi sitting alone on a bench. It was not that he was isolating her, but because she was extremely poisonous and the slightest touch would kill her… He had no choice but to do so.

But no matter what the reason was, just sitting there alone made Zhao Wumian feel uncomfortable.

He thought about it, put down the sword at his waist, and sat down next to Zi Yi.

Zi Yi was used to being alone, so she didn’t think as much as Zhao Wumian did. When she saw him sitting in front of her, she was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Mu Lier and said, “What are you doing?”

Zhao Wumian picked up the plate and put a plate of mutton into the pot, saying, “Your saliva is poisonous. If we eat from the same pot with you, everyone else will be poisoned to death…”

Gurgle gurgle————

The hot pot was bubbling.

Zi Yi raised her eyebrows. Although this was true, didn’t she feel it was hurtful? At worst, she could go eat alone… Although it did look a little sad, she was used to it.

Zhao Wumian then said: “I don’t want you to eat the whole pot by yourself… I’d better pick some food for you. Don’t worry, I can eat your saliva…”

Zi Yi was stunned for a moment, glanced at Zhao Wumian, then picked up the small bowl and stirred the sesame paste with chopsticks, “What do you mean by eating saliva…don’t say it in such a disgusting way…”

“Oh~ You eat sesame paste too.” Zhao Wumian looked at the Queen Mother with a smile, “It’s three to one, Your Majesty.”

The Queen Mother picked up a piece of meat from the pot, put it into her own oil dish and stirred it, then picked up the meat and stuffed it into Zhao Wumian’s mouth, then smiled triumphantly at him: “Two to two, Lord.”

The Empress Dowager’s expression at this moment reminded Zhao Wumian of Shen Xiangge.

Oh…I miss her so much.

Luo Xiangzhu looked at her oil dish, thought for a moment, and then used her small hand to block it from Zhao Wumian’s view.

Zhao Wumian chewed it and said, “It’s really spicy. Chengdu is worthy of it.”

There was oil on his mouth, so Mu Lier took out a handkerchief from her bosom and handed it to him to wipe his mouth. Deep down, she didn’t think it was sour that Zhao Wumian sat with the Imperial Teacher… She also liked Zhao Wumian’s tenderness in the details.

They all started eating, and the masters of the imperial palace around them stopped being polite and started eating the hotpot together with their small bowls.

During the journey, Zhao Wumian raised his glass to them and said something like “thanks to you all for your escort along the way”, and they hurriedly stood up to return the glass, but the masters of the palace brought by the empress dowager were all secret guards near Kunning Palace, that is, they were all women.

Not many people can drink, and after taking a sip, they end up choking.

Shen Lian and Yan Jiu went to drink together, mostly chatting about how fierce their wives were.

After eating the hotpot, it was already late at night. The clothes were all smelling of hotpot. The women naturally couldn’t stand it, so they all drew hot water and started to take a bath.

Mu Li’er lived in a single room. Just as she pulled down her belt with her little hands, she heard a ‘creak’ sound, and the window opened slightly, then closed tightly again. Immediately, one hand was pressed on her waist, then lifted up slightly, while the other hand lifted up her skirt.

Mu Lier blushed, “You’ve become more bold recently…”

Zhao Wumian stuck to Mu Li’er’s back, with Mu Li’er’s little ear next to his mouth. He couldn’t help but open his mouth and gently bite her little earlobe, “Master is so beautiful. Every time I stand next to you, I have an impulse…”

“Why do you smell so feminine?” Mu Li’er’s eyes were filled with suspicion. “Did you hook up with some female knight or witch after going out?”

“Neither. She was a Hu woman… She was targeted by Tong Congdao. I saved her once, but we didn’t talk much. I left without even asking her name.”

“I heard that the Hu people have big buttocks and are good at giving birth…”

Before he finished speaking, Mu Lier groaned and frowned slightly.

“How can you be as great as my master…” Zhao Wumian put one leg against the inside of Mu Lier’s legs and pushed her legs outwards to make it easier for her to enter the water for a bath.

“You, don’t call me Master… um…”

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Qiu Guan always dislikes writing love scenes too directly, so as not to break the atmosphere of love and affection, and is more interested in daily interactions. The daily lives of the heroines and Zhao Wumian can already show their feelings for each other, but sometimes they are written too directly, which makes them tasteless, and some of the heroines are not emotionally pushable.

If the girls were easily pushed aside by Zhao Wumian’s strategy, it would seem that the girls were too “easy to win” and anyone could win them over. That’s why I wrote a lot of daily interactions, striving to make the emotional drama smooth and natural.

Instead of just pushing them away after a while, as if they were some collectible tools or achievements.

Even Su Qingqi, who was practicing dual cultivation to heal her injuries, talked about feelings and love more than once in the later part of the story.

As for those who say that the love story is entirely driven by external forces such as healing and detoxification, the heroines in the later parts of the story will definitely also be driven by external forces such as healing and detoxification… It is inevitable that it is a bit abstract to imagine a non-existent plot and then criticize it.

(End of this chapter)