Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 166: It's all about mouth

Su Qingqi closed the door and checked the windows again to make sure they were all closed before she looked at Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian was placed on the bed by her, lying on his back with his legs spread out, his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, his handsome face was cold and yet had a bit of otherworldliness, and the Wuhen Sword at his waist was hung on the side of the bed by Su Qingqi...but the part of his pants was a little unbearable to look at.

Su Qingqi subconsciously brushed her wet long hair, not understanding why Mu Lier had made Zhao Wumian drunk like this.

Just get drunk, but your reaction is still like this, standing so... tall.

Su Qingqi's face was stern, she stared straight ahead at the wall beside the couch, and quickly came to the side of the couch, not even looking at Zhao Wumian. Her little hand touched the quilt, and covered Zhao Wumian's lower body as if trying to cover up the crime.

The bedding was very thick in late winter, but when Su Qingqi lowered her eyes, she could still see the bulges in the bedding.

She quickly raised her face, turned away her gaze, and whispered to herself, "It's often said that people have sex after drinking. This is often written in the books I read... I think it's normal for men to react like this after drinking... After a while, when he falls asleep, everything should be fine..."

"But he is injured. Shouldn't he practice dual cultivation to heal his wounds now?" Su Qingqi twisted her black hair that fell to her shoulders with her small hands and glanced sideways at the bathtub behind the screen.

As the saying goes, a short absence is better than a new love. Especially when Su Qingqi had always thought that Zhao Wumian might have met with an accident, she was touched by the sudden reunion. In addition, Zhao Wumian had a fierce battle with Master Guishou and took a palm strike from Wudamu. He must have needed to heal his wounds.

So even though Su Qingqi was exhausted, she couldn't help but take a hot bath. She was prepared for what to do and what to do when Zhao Wumian came over...

For example, after Zhao Wumian came, the two of them were alone together, hugging each other, Su Qingqi could hug him with more strength, and finally let Zhao Wumian scream in pain, and then she asked with concern, "Are you hurt? Does it still hurt?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Wumian would definitely hug her and walk slowly towards the bed. His desire to practice dual cultivation to heal his injuries was obvious, and she would just be half-hearted at that time... Anyway, Zhao Wumian was really injured and needed dual cultivation to heal his injuries, which was justifiable both in public and private terms.

But Zhao Wumian was drunk and unconscious now, but he just took off his pants and sat on it... How could this be allowed?

How could a girl take the initiative? In the past, she would just close her eyes and bite her lips to endure it silently...

If I really did this, wouldn't I become a shameless, unsatisfied and lewd woman in Zhao Wumian's eyes?
That won't work.

But Zhao Wumian was indeed injured, and now he was standing upright, and I don’t know if it was uncomfortable or not. Seeing that his brows were knitted all the time, I guess he must be in great pain...

Su Qingqi was hesitant in her heart and was ultimately not mentally prepared.

She held her skirt with both hands and sat down in front of the dressing table, wiping her wet long hair with a clean towel, her expression absent-minded... Obviously with her strength, she only needed to exert her internal force to dry her hair, but at this moment her subconscious mind just wanted to delay time slowly and wait for Zhao Wumian to wake up.

He dried his hair, picked up a feather duster and cleaned the spotless house again. Finally, he poured the bath water in the bathtub into the big locust tree in the middle of the yard. He returned to the house, but Zhao Wumian still didn't wake up.

Su Qingqi looked around and found nothing to do.

She pursed her pink lips, took small steps hesitantly and sat down next to the soft couch, lowered her eyes and looked up, with surprise in her eyes... How could she still be so energetic?

Oh...that's right, Zhao Wumian usually bullied her for at least two hours.

Su Qingqi looked at the bedding for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her head and looked into the room... There was no one, and the doors and windows were locked... Then she lowered her eyes, and after a few seconds, she looked up and around again... She was cautious like a thief.

She didn't know how many times she repeated this action before she blushed, lifted the quilt, and moved closer, her eyes showing a little curiosity.

In the past, she was too shy. Although she had practiced dual cultivation with Zhao Wumian for more than a dozen times, she had never looked at him straight in the eye... She would just glance at him secretly out of the corner of her eye and then close her eyes in panic. Now that Zhao Wumian is drunk and unconscious, she can... um... observe him carefully.

But after dressing and arranging the clothes and looking at them over and over again, I couldn't really make out any details.

She turned her face to the side and looked at the Wuhen sword hanging beside the bed, her hands reaching down.

Snapped---

As soon as the Wuhen Sword came out of the scabbard, it broke free from its restraints in an instant, and with great vigor and vitality, it bounced once and hit Su Qingqi's right hand before she could retract it.

Su Qingqi suddenly shrank back like a frightened bird, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and her eyes were wet.

She gently stroked the place where her right hand was thrown with her left hand and whispered, "It's so hot..."

"Is this... normal? Is he sick?"

She didn't know if it was because she was too nervous or because she hadn't been intimate with Zhao Wumian for a long time... Su Qingqi always felt that today seemed to be much hotter than usual.

Worry overwhelmed other emotions in her heart. Su Qingqi looked straight ahead and pressed Zhao Wumian's forehead with her left hand. Her expression changed slightly, "It's really hot! A cold?"

In fact, the Cold Jade Gu was too nourishing for Zhao Wumian, causing his qi and blood to be too abundant. Looking closely, one could see that Zhao Wumian's face, neck and other exposed skin were slightly red...but Su Qingqi didn't know that.

She suddenly became nervous. With Zhao Wumian's strength, how could he have caught a cold? It was probably caused by an injury.

Then... double cultivation? If it was really due to injury, then there could be no delay. If Zhao Wumian were to wait until he woke up to heal his wounds, he might even go crazy.

Even if Zhao Wumian was unconscious, Su Qingqi could still practice dual cultivation and make the yin and yang energies circulate around both of them...it didn't mean that both of them had to be awake.

Su Qingqi's breathing became heavier and her eyes looked towards the Wuhen Sword again.

The fair and delicate little face and neck were already flushed.

There was some understanding in her eyes.

"So...that's it..."

After taking a few deep breaths, she stretched out her fingers and swept them horizontally from left to right.

Su Qingqi's pair of almond-shaped eyes were like a cat's eyes looking at a cat toy, moving from left to right, from right to left, over and over again, and finally freezing.

After a few seconds, she blinked and slapped her hands on her face, "What am I doing?"

She took another deep breath, and this time she didn't use her fingers, but stretched out her hand... and then she suddenly realized that her thumb, index finger and middle finger couldn't touch each other.

Su Qingqi looked at him curiously, then withdrew her hand in shock, "This isn't dual cultivation... It's a waste of energy, and it's useless for healing..."

Having said that, Su Qingqi recalled that in the past, Zhao Wumian seemed to like...

She bent down to take off her boots, got on the soft couch, and rested her heels on the bed with her two little feet in pure white stockings. She bent her long legs slightly and hugged her knees while sitting. Then she stretched out her little hand, put two fingers into the stockings and prepared to take them off. Then she paused slightly, tilted her head to think about it, and decided not to take them off.

She stretched out her feet... and immediately her little feet were held in the palm of a hand.

Su Qingqi blinked and tilted her head to look.

Zhao Wumian, who should have been drunk, opened his eyes at some point and looked at her blankly, with drunkenness still in his eyes. It was obvious that he had not sobered up yet and was a little confused about the current situation.

He drunkenly asked: "Miss Su, what's wrong with you... Hey? What's wrong with my pants..."

Su Qingqi reacted, her eyes showing disbelief and horror, but her movements were not slow at all. The foot that was already half extended suddenly turned in another direction, covering Zhao Wumian's eyes with one foot, and the other foot tightly covered his mouth and nose, probably trying to suffocate Zhao Wumian to pass out so as to get away with it.

"Mmmmm————" Zhao Wumian pulled Su Qingqi's calves apart with both hands, breathing heavily. The smell of alcohol on his breath was extremely hot and moist. He pounced on the soles of Su Qingqi's feet, causing Su Qingqi's body to soften on the spot.

Zhao Wumian was about to speak when he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Su Qingqi originally stretched out her legs in a 'knee hugging' position. She had just finished a shower and was wearing a green skirt with only a pair of thin pants underneath...

Su Qingqi's eyes widened slightly as she saw the Wuhen Sword become even more erect.

Zhao Wumian breathed heavily, his hands slid down his calves, and he said drunkenly, "Master Su, why did you take off my pants while I was sleeping?"

Su Qingqi's heart skipped a beat, thinking to herself that she was really stupid. She should have waited a little longer, but now she was caught in the act...

She closed her eyes, her head leaned back on the couch, her face tilted to the side, her cheeks flushed, her pink lips tightly pursed, she pretended to be dead and said nothing, the only response was silence.

Zhao Wumian laughed, changed his posture, put his arm around Su Qingqi's shoulders, looked at her shy face, and couldn't help but said, "Miss Su, you are so beautiful."

"Healing is the most important thing...why are you saying all this..." Su Qingqi closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she had prepared herself mentally to be bullied.

"Letting you know this is much more important than healing your wounds."

"Why?"

"I'm worried that you think I'm just greedy for your body."

Su Qingqi opened one eye, glanced at Zhao Wumian, and then closed her eyes again, "Aren't you greedy? Where are you putting your hands?"

Zhao Wumian moved closer to Su Qingqi and blew a breath of alcohol into her face.

Su Qingqi let out an "Ouch", her brows furrowed at the smell of alcohol, and she turned her face away.

Zhao Wumian said: "Your hands are small and soft, and I can always hold your whole hand... I like it very much."

"Um……"

"Her legs are long and straight, and her skin is whiter than snow. If you look closely, you can see that there is not a single hair on her body..."

"I don't have much on me..." Su Qingqi couldn't help but say, and then she realized that there seemed to be something wrong with what she said.

Ordinary girls all have one, but she is sixteen years old and still doesn’t have one. Even if she waits for another two or three years, she probably won’t have one.

Su Qingqi felt that she was not good-looking at all, so she kept silent.

"The waist is slender and curvy. Every time I hug her, I can't help but indulge in it... I like it too."

"Um...what exactly do you want to say?"

"And the breasts..."

"Zhao Wumian!" Su Qingqi blushed and stared at Zhao Wumian with watery eyes. "Well... I just want to say that I like every part of your body." Zhao Wumian hugged Su Qingqi's waist and couldn't help burying his face in her neck, kissing her beautiful neck. "When we were in Jiangpan Village and Taiyuan, you taught me martial arts... I like the fragrance coming from your body when you get close to me..."

Su Qingqi's face was still full of blush, and there were some memories in her eyes... Who would have thought that the two of them would develop into such a relationship now...

She couldn't help but soften her voice, "Why are you telling me this?"

"I always feel like I should say more of this to you."

"Because you feel that you were too hasty in the capital and owed me something?"

"No."

"Hmm?" Su Qingqi looked at Zhao Wumian in confusion.

Zhao Wumian looked into her eyes and said, "If I want to marry you, I will think about saying these words to you all the time."

Su Qingqi's body, which had been slightly tense due to shame, anger and nervousness, completely softened. She felt limp all over and had no strength at all.

She couldn't help but smile sweetly, "Really?"

"Never lie to you."

"So what do you think of the princess?" Su Qingqi suddenly asked.

"I haven't thought about it yet. How can I think about the relationship between a man and a woman during this period? That is, with Miss Su..." Zhao Wumian kissed her pink lips and sobbed, "You are so beautiful..."

"I don't object... I just think that if the princess ascends the throne, she will have to recruit people into the palace sooner or later for the sake of the country... It seems that there is no other candidate except you... So I want to know if you are willing..." Su Qingqi turned her face away and said with a light breath.

Before he finished speaking, Su Qingqi exclaimed, "Ah! You, what are you doing!?"

"I fought with Wudamu and suffered some serious internal injuries. I need to heal as soon as possible."

"Are you practicing dual cultivation?!"

"Dual cultivation, but the circulation of Yin and Yang Qi doesn't necessarily mean doing this... Even if you just touch your lips normally, it's fine, but it won't have the same effect as sex..."

"I, I know...but you...are not that...ah..."

Outside the west wing, Mu Lier came to the courtyard again, sat cross-legged under the big locust tree, holding a jar of wine and drinking.

Her ears twitched slightly, her expression slightly strange, and she whispered to herself: "Master Su...why do you like to call me 'Master' so much?"

Guan Yunshu, wearing a monk's robe, walked on the snow with an elegant posture. When he arrived at the courtyard, he looked around and then looked at Mu Lier, "Where is Zhao Wumian?"

"I'm drunk and taking a rest." Mu Lier didn't look up, drank silently, and answered lightly.

"He was injured, and you still let him drink?" Guan Yunshu frowned.

"He's drunk anyway... If you're worried, go look for him." Mu Li'er pointed her red lips in the direction of the west wing, "He's sleeping there."

Guan Yunshu glanced at Mu Lier, too lazy to talk to this stupid woman who only knew how to drink, and walked towards the west wing.

As a result, halfway through her walk, she suddenly stopped, her almond-shaped eyes widening in disbelief.

Mu Lier slapped her thigh and laughed rudely, "Monk~Monk Guan Shang~After hearing this, is your mind still pure? Can you still be free from the contamination of anything?"

Guan Yunshu's face turned slightly red. She turned around suddenly, looked at Mu Lier with gritted teeth, and drew her sword.

Mu Lier smiled faintly.

The next moment, the two women started fighting with each other.

It was deep winter, not yet afternoon, and there was still a thin mist in the air, and the sunlight pierced through the mist.

Tread-tap-

The crisp sound of horse hooves echoed beyond the wilderness, the sound was rapid.

Occasionally a bird would land on a branch, and the branch would sway slightly, scattering fine snow. The bird would tilt its head, only to see a horse galloping past, its hooves raising fine snow.

Xu Ran held the reins and the horse galloped across the field.

Chen Qiyuan was tied to the horse's buttocks with a hemp rope. It was obvious that he was unable to move due to his serious injuries, so he was tied up to prevent him from falling.

The bumps and jolts of the horse's galloping made him groan in pain from time to time, and he couldn't help but say angrily:

"Xu Ran! Can't you just let me recover for a day before setting off? I just finished fighting Wudamu and I haven't even seen Zhao Wumian yet, and you kidnapped me?"

Xu Ran's expression remained unchanged as he replied calmly, "Why did you meet Zhao Wumian? When did you become interested in Long Yang?"

Although Chen Qiyuan was tied up, his tone was not polite at all, "Get lost, he took the prince's soldiers and learned my spear skills. Now he has come to Taiyuan, so I have to ask him about it, right?"

"He's not a fool, you don't need to worry about him." Xu Ran's eyes were still a little dazed, "When he came to Qinfeng Village, I thought he was just here for Naraku Hongsi, but I didn't expect that he came to Jin for the 200,000 troops of King Jin..."

Chen Qiyuan was also silent upon hearing this, and said in a muffled voice:

"That kid doesn't talk much, but he's very smart. When I handed him over to Lady Canghua in Wuzhai City, he didn't ask many questions. He obviously guessed from my reaction that the prince was planning to kill himself, and even guessed that the prince was going to give him the military power..."

Xu Ran said "hmm" indifferently, very cold and aloof.

Chen Qiyuan was silent for a moment, then looked up at Xu Ran, "This direction...are you going to the capital now?"

"Can't you just be quiet for a while?"

"I'm already on your ship, and I can't ask a few more questions now? This concerns my life and property."

"You are Xiao Yuanmu's enemy, and Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu seem to have some unclear relationship. Now that you have joined our group, who knows what will happen in the future... I will save your life, and you will help us kill Eunuch Lin, then you can retire and die. This is the easiest way." Xu Ran's voice was serious.

"Hey! Are you human?"

Xu Ran remained silent.

Chen Qiyuan continued, "No one knows what's going on between him and Xiao Yuanmu, but between him and your niece... is there really nothing wrong? As an uncle, shouldn't you be on guard?"

"I don't care about Chaoyan's marriage. She has lost her father and mother, and her aunt is not around..." Xu Ran paused for a moment and then said, "This is a matter for women to worry about. After entering the palace, discuss it with the Queen."

"Tsk..." Chen Qiyuan curled his lips, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

It was unknown how long Xu Ran galloped on his horse until the horse was panting and sticking out its tongue, and then they arrived at a town.

Xu Ran changed the horse and continued to gallop until the afternoon. He rode three horses in a row and came to a mountain... The road in the mountain was rugged and it was not easy for the horses to move forward.

He grabbed Chen Qiyuan's collar, abandoned his horse and left, using his lightness skills to fly dozens of feet in the mountains before arriving at a mountain village.

Chen Qiyuan glanced sideways and asked, "Where is this?"

Xu Ran didn't answer and went straight into the village.

According to Chen Qiyuan's perception, there were people hiding everywhere in the village... Everyone's martial arts were very good, and the lowest one was a half-step master.

A person pushed the door of a house and walked out. She was dressed simply in a straw hat and a cloth skirt, but it could not conceal the elegance and beauty that penetrated deep into her bones.

When Luo Chaoyan saw Xu Ran, she was delighted and asked, "Uncle, is there any news about Zhao Wumian?"

Chen Qiyuan was being carried by Xu Ran, and couldn't help but raise his hand and point at himself, "Logically speaking, shouldn't you first ask who I am? And why was I arrested by your uncle?"

Luo Chaoyan ignored Chen Qiyuan and looked at Xu Ran with a slightly expectant look.

Xu Ran threw Chen Qiyuan down, flicked the dust off his robe, and said calmly: "Not only is there nothing wrong, but he also seized the 200,000 troops of King Jin. Now we have the troops and the martial arts champion... It's time."

Chen Qiyuan rolled around in the snow, howling in pain from his wound. "What's the time... Can you find a doctor for me first? Hey, I heard that the princess once studied medicine in Guixuan Valley? Can you take a look for me? After all, I am on your side now."

Luo Chaoyan looked at Chen Qiyuan with a bit of doubt, and said patiently: "There is an accompanying doctor... Lao Li."

Old Li walked out of a nearby house with his back hunched. He looked at Chen Qiyuan and smiled. "I have been in the palace for many years and I know a little bit about medicine."

Chen Qiyuan's face darkened.

Luo Chaoyan retracted her gaze and looked behind Xu Ran, "Didn't he come with his uncle?"

Xu Ran shook his head slightly, "He is injured and cannot travel long distances... Let him recuperate for a day."

Luo Chaoyan sighed softly, "If only I were in Taiyuan, I would be the one who healed his injuries in the past..."

Chen Qiyuan looked back blankly, "Then why don't you treat me..."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Qiyuan was dragged into the house by Lao Li.

Xu Ran shook his head slightly and said briefly: "Rest for another day?"

Luo Chaoyan was silent for a moment, then looked towards the capital. His slightly sad eyes turned into a resolute and cold expression. "No... We will send troops immediately."

(End of this chapter)