Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 176: Green Wind (Volume , End)

Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan were whispering by the bathing pool, playing around with dragon robes, while Su Qingqi came outside Kunning Palace.

She was wearing an exquisite dress and had done her makeup well. At a young age, she looked elegant and graceful, a typical daughter of the capital.

But just as she arrived at the gate of Kunning Palace and heard the noise coming from inside, that temperament immediately disappeared, and her expression instantly became somewhat indescribable.

All she could hear was the conversation between the aunt and nephew. With Su Qingqi's ability, she could hear some of what was said vaguely.

"Xiang Ge, have you found a husband?" This was naturally asked by the Queen.

"Hmm... I don't have that idea."

"Hey, how can you not have any ideas? You are already 26 years old. If you don't get married, will you become a nanny?"

"I almost became the queen back then. With this taboo, who would dare to marry me? And I don't want to get married either."

"It's not a matter of whether you want to or not, you see..."

The sound of flipping pages could be heard in the hall.

"This is the book I found on Zhao Wumian. Take a look. It's very comfortable to enjoy the pleasure of love..."

"Wait, did you search this from Zhao Wumian?"

"Yes, it's quite interesting, especially the book 'Secret History of the Harem'. The relationship between the queen and her lover is so touching that I felt a little bit..."

"aunt!"

"Ahem, anyway, you can't be like me, lonely and helpless, guarding the deep palace all your life, right? At least you have to have a taste of that thing, right?"

"Have you experienced it? Is it that guy Zhao Wumian? I knew he had bad intentions when he entered the palace!" Shen Xiangge's tone was murderous, as if she would kill anyone who dared to touch her aunt.

"No, the time was so tight, even if he wanted to, he didn't have the chance..."

"What if he can't do it after a few strokes? But how do you know it's comfortable?"

"Hmm... Otherwise, why would the queen in the book go to bed with her lover as soon as she met him?"

"If you like him, even if it's uncomfortable, you'd still want to stay in bed with him, right?"

"Oh? So, Xiangge has a man he likes? Tell aunt, and I will help you arrange a marriage."

Before Shen Xiangge could reply, he heard Su Qingqi's footsteps outside the hall. He frowned slightly, stood up and pushed open the door.

Su Qingqi stood outside the palace, listening to the conversation between the aunt and nephew, her face blushing a little. Seeing that she was discovered, she put on an awkward smile and said, "I heard from Prime Minister Shen that Miss Shen wants to see me for something?"

Shen Xiangge frowned, "What can I ask you for..."

Before he could say anything, he saw the Queen slowly approaching. When she saw Su Qingqi, her eyes lit up slightly and she quickened her pace, interrupting Shen Xiangge's words, "Miss Su... come in, come in. Xiangge said that you have practiced dual cultivation with Zhao Wumian before?"

Su Qingqi was slightly stunned, then glared at Shen Xiangge, then her face blushed and she nodded slightly.

The Empress immediately smiled and took Su Qingqi's hand and led her into Kunning Palace. "Then tell me what it feels like to do that. The maids in the palace are all kept for the Emperor to favor when he feels like it... They are all virgins, and they know nothing when asked."

Su Qingqi was stunned. Could this be said casually? And why was the Queen so, uh... shameless?
But put yourself in her shoes, being alone in the deep palace for ten years, unable to do anything, the loneliness and hardship are enough to drive you crazy...it's normal to be curious about this.

While thinking about it, Su Qingqi was pulled into the palace.

Faced with the Queen's curious eyes, Su Qingqi did not dare to disobey the Queen's orders and could only stammer and whisper her feelings.

Shen Xiangge was a little speechless. He closed the palace door, sat aside with his legs crossed, and held a handful of melon seeds in his hand.

A moment later, the Queen exclaimed, "Two hours... Is this fatal!?"

"I don't do that all the time... I mainly practice dual cultivation and comprehend the martial arts."

"If we don't practice dual cultivation, how long will it take?"

"Half an hour? I, I'm not sure either. I almost fainted at that time..."

"Half an hour? The book clearly says that for an average man to be able to last a quarter of an hour is already a great achievement." The Queen turned a few more pages of The Secret History of the Harem, pointed at it and said in an 'academic' manner.

"Master Zhao is more powerful, right? I don't know either."

Shen Xiangge was cracking melon seeds, and asked curiously, "How big is Zhao Wumian's thing?"

"Probably... huh? He's my man, why should I tell you?"

"cut."

"Xiang Ge, Zhao Wumian is now with Miss Su. You must not have any thoughts about him. Otherwise, you will be labeled as a dissolute and immoral person who seduces men," the Queen said earnestly.

Shen Xiangge was cracking melon seeds silently. It was true that she didn't seduce, but that didn't mean she couldn't send her disciples to seduce.

She had long seen that Zhao Wumian was a man of loyalty and righteousness. If a disciple in the sect married him, he would definitely work hard for her.

Just as the three women were still discussing how durable and how old Zhao Wumian was, a palace maid's voice came from outside the door, "The coronation ceremony is about to begin... Madam, shall we leave?"

The Queen Mother coughed lightly, stuffed the pornographic book under the pillow of the phoenix bed, stood up slowly, and regained the graceful and noble demeanor of a Queen, and left the palace with the two women.

Coming to the side hall of the Taiji Hall, through the small door, one can see civil and military officials standing on both sides.

The three women all had distinguished identities, but for such an important event as the coronation ceremony, it was naturally impossible for them to enter the palace and stand beside the emperor as openly as Zhao Wumian did.

The hall was magnificent and the dragon throne had been repaired overnight by the Ministry of Works and was as clean as new.

Luo Chaoyan was wearing an elegant dragon robe. The twelve jade tassels on the dragon crown hung down from her face, reaching her shoulders and covering her face. Through the gaps, her dark eyebrows and red lips could be vaguely seen... Luo Chaoyan also rarely put on makeup, and with the dragon robe on her body, she looked even more noble.

Zhao Wumian was still dressed in his usual green shirt and fox fur coat, but he was extremely rebellious. He stood next to Luo Chaoyan, with the Wuhen sword at his waist and the Qingming sword sheath at his waist, which made all the civil and military officials in the hall bulge their eyes.

At the coronation ceremony, you stand beside the emperor and return your sword and shoes to the palace... Are you the emperor or is Luo Chaoyan the emperor?
But no one dared to question him... Zhao Wumian wanted to leave, but Luo Chaoyan held him back and said, "Zhao Wumian escorted her all the way to the capital, so he deserves this honor. Do you want me to be erratic and violent, and not distinguish between rewards and punishments?"

After this was said, who would dare to say anything more?
In fact, assassinating the king and killing the emperor was unprecedented and will never be repeated. The same is true now that he is standing beside the emperor at the coronation ceremony.

Even the ministers who followed Emperor Taizu Gao to conquer the world did not receive such treatment.

After the enthronement edict was read, the Queen Mother entered the palace and spoke to Luo Chaoyan as a royal elder, asking her to put the people first after she ascended the throne... In other words, in terms of etiquette, she acknowledged the legitimacy of Luo Chaoyan's succession.

The Queen Mother was standing in the side hall, but her eyes involuntarily fell on Zhao Wumian's pants... Su Qingqi didn't say anything, so she was actually a little curious.

While thinking complicatedly, the Minister of Rites came to Luo Chaoyan holding a tray with six plaques on it. He said, "Your Highness, the Ministry of Rites has selected six reign titles overnight, namely 'Linde', 'Jianhong', 'Heng', 'Youwu', 'Suifeng', 'Guichan'... What do you think?"

Luo Chaoyan thought about it, then glanced sideways at Zhao Wumian.

In front of all the civil and military officials, Zhao Wumian didn't want to offend Luo Chaoyan's reputation as the emperor, so he sent a secret message: "Don't look at me, choose for yourself... As the first thing you do as the emperor, how can you ask me about everything?"

Luo Chaoyan frowned and tilted her head to stare at Zhao Wumian.

All the civil and military officials in the audience said nothing and pretended they saw nothing.

Zhao Wumian discovered that although Luo Chaoyan was gentle and virtuous, she was actually not only narrow-minded but also very stubborn.

Zhao Wumian had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Do you remember the poem I read to you before? 'I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there. I dance with my shadow, but it doesn't seem like I'm in the human world. People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has always been difficult to achieve. I wish we could live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart.' Then 'Return to the Moon' is a good choice. Your Majesty would like to choose this, right?"

When did you read this poem to me? Luo Chaoyan narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, but she also knew that Zhao Wumian wanted to protect her face... After saying this, it seemed that the reign title was still chosen by her, not Zhao Wumian's arbitrary decision.

So considerate.

She smiled and nodded slightly, "Then go back to 'Gui Chan'."

Having made the decision, the Minister of Rites slowly stepped back, and Prime Minister Shen Yiwen stepped forward with the imperial edict in his hand.

After the enthronement edict was read, the empress entered the hall to express her condolences, and after the formalities were performed, all the civil and military officials made way for her.

Luo Chaoyan held the hem of the dragon robe with both hands, walked lightly down the steps, and walked out of the hall along the path made clear by the civil and military officials.

Whenever an official passed by, they would lower their heads and silently follow behind Luo Chaoyan, three steps away from her. According to their rank, they were naturally the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers, the Minister of Rites... But there was a man who did not hold any official position, who walked beside Luo Chaoyan, about half a step behind her.

When you walk out of the Tai Chi Hall, the view in front of you suddenly opens up.

Under the heavy snow, countless black-armored soldiers stood neatly on the white stone square in front of the Taiji Palace, with solemn eyes and bodies straight. At a glance, they were densely packed, and through the black-armored soldiers and the towering palace walls, the intricate buildings in the capital could be seen.

This was the world that Zhao Wumian had exchanged his life for her. For this kingdom, so many innocent people had died tragically in just over a month.

Six golden-armored attendants knelt in front of Luo Chaoyan, holding a gorgeous long sword in each hand and extending it upwards.

Luo Chaoyan stretched out her bare hand, drew the sword from its sheath, and pointed the sword forward against the heavy snow.

This is the sword of the emperor.

"Tiger-Tiger-Tiger-"

The soldiers in black armor followed Luo Chaoyan's movements and struck the white stone floor tiles with their halberds, making a deafening sound.

The sound and movement made even Zhao Wumian feel his blood boiling.

If you receive orders from Heaven, you will live a long and prosperous life!
Zhao Wumian stood beside Luo Chaoyan, looking at her dignified and calm profile.

Then, amid a burst of inspiring shouts, Luo Chaoyan asked in a low voice, with a bit of confusion in her voice, "Zhao Wumian, tell me, for this moment, so many people died... is it worth it?"

Is it worth it? No matter who answers this question, they will think it is worth it.

But the person who asked the question was Luo Chaoyan.

She is too kind, that's why she is confused.

Zhao Wumian was silent for a moment, and then said: "Since January, many people have died because of this incident, but many people have also been saved."

Luo Chaoyan tilted her head to look at him, but saw Zhao Wumian grinning, took out a letter from his arms, and handed it to Luo Chaoyan, "That's it."

Further west of Xiliang, in the Western Regions, the sky is filled with yellow sand.

In a small border town, Hu people wearing strange clothes, with blue eyes and straight noses mingled with Han people.

The caravans came and went, leading camels and pulling carts full of tea and jewelry from the Central Plains, ready to find channels to sell them.

The idle shopkeeper of a tea stall or tavern on the street was smoking a pipe, curled up beside the stove, and looking at the passers-by on the street in the curling smoke.

A man from the Central Plains in a black robe was walking slowly on the street. From time to time, he would take out a piece of torn robe from his arms, and then take out a copper coin and throw it lightly... No one knew what he was doing. One could only tell from the corner of his sleeve that he was probably wearing a Taoist robe under his black robe.

Is that the Taoist priest from Central Plains?

The only place in the world where Taoists live is Wugong Mountain.

The old Taoist threw the coin several times and then put it in his arms. He saw people surrounding him and said with dangerous eyes, "Taoist, the torn piece of robe and gold thread and silk you just took out must be worth a lot, right?"

The old Taoist priest slightly raised his head and looked at the person who blocked his way. Perhaps because he thought about how many years it had been since he was blocked by someone, he seemed to be somewhat interested and said to himself:
"Jixue Town, a small border town has such an evil name... It's too far away from Dali, and the imperial court can't reach it, so there are many people who don't obey the control... This is just an ordinary town, and I have seen countless famous people on the evil list..."

"Hey! What nonsense are you talking about?" Someone immediately drew his weapon, "No matter who you are, you should not show off your wealth. Don't you understand? Since you dare to show off, you must be confident. Since you have some skills, why not join my Holy Church..."

The old Taoist looked at the man for a few times, then laughed dumbly, "I thought he was robbing me, but I didn't expect it to be an olive branch... You wanted to invite me, an old Taoist, but you started a war. Don't you know how to treat others with courtesy?"

"The bigger the fist, the more right it is." The man put away his weapon again, and his ferocious expression turned into a smile.

"We are so fierce, but you are not afraid at all. I think you really have some skills... Taixuan Palace is weak and low-key. They call themselves rebels but are useless. Huanzhen Pavilion acts casually and is unpredictable. They mingle in the martial arts world and do not provoke the government. If you provoke the righteous, it will be difficult to gain a foothold in the martial arts world. If you don't want to suffer the hardships of being an idle knight, it is obviously better for you to seek protection from our Holy Church."

The old Taoist knew why this person mentioned Taixuan Palace and Huanzhen Pavilion... The three major evil sects, namely Taixuan Palace, Huanzhen Pavilion and the "Holy Religion" mentioned by the person in front of him.

This sect is actually called "Holy Religion", which is not a respectful title for the person in front of him.

Below the three major evil sects, there are a few evil sects with pretty good strength... but they are not as famous as the three major evil sects, and their strength is not as good.

Taixuan Palace is low-key and elegant, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter.

Since Huanzhen Pavilion emphasizes 'doing things spontaneously', those who do not conform to their principles will not be accepted... there is indeed a threshold.

But the Holy Religion was different. They took advantage of their distance from the Central Plains to recruit soldiers and expand their manpower… The Jingnan Campaign eighteen years ago brought a major change to the Dali martial arts world and the imperial court. The three major sects and six major factions were still able to survive due to their size, but many of the martial artists under them were involved in this incident and became lunatics on the list of villains. Those lunatics could not survive in the Central Plains, so they came to the Holy Religion of the Western Regions.

The Western Regions can also be called the Valley of Evil in Dali.

During the Jingzheng period, the Detective Department did send people to infiltrate the Western Regions, but to no avail.

But the old Taoist priest came here, of course, it is impossible to join the Holy Religion. Someone asked: "Wearing a Taoist robe, with an old voice... Are you the old Taoist Lingxu? But we heard that the old Taoist Lingxu was killed by a man named Su Yanran because he wanted to take advantage of Xiaoxitian..."

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly, "You are all wrong. I am not Taoist Lingxu, and he was not killed by Su Yanran...Su Yanran is actually Zhao Wumian."

"Zhao Wumian?" The people who blocked the road frowned and looked at each other.

The old Taoist priest knew that given the strength and status of the people in front of him, they probably wouldn't understand the weight of this name.

The old Taoist priest came here just to confirm one thing... Was the person who chased Zhao Wumian the leader of the Holy Church, Shentu Bushui?

Based on the clues and traces he found along the way, he knew that the martial arts used by the two warring parties were Wan Yue Xian on one side and Li Hun Yin from the Western Region Holy Religion on the other.

Now that I have a clue, I should naturally take a look. It's not to please Zhao Wumian, nor to cooperate with the Holy Church to kill him... It's purely for my own sake.

The reason why the old Taoist priest became a Taoist priest was to understand everything.

Hearing that Taoist priests were good at divination, he went into the mountains and became a Taoist priest.

He knew that it was impossible to know everything, but only by working towards this direction could he be called on to follow the Tao... He valued the path over the result, and although he had reached the top of the martial arts world, he was still on the path of cultivation.

The old Taoist shook his head slightly to express his refusal.

As a result, the followers of the Holy Church once again drew their weapons, their eyes fierce, "If you don't want to join the church, then if you want to cross the river, you have to hand over something..."

Before they could finish their words, a streak of blood appeared on their necks at the same time. The blood splattered and then disappeared into the yellow sand. Soon after, they all collapsed like straw blown by the wind.

A blood-stained copper coin circled in the air and then sank into the old Taoist's sleeve.

Amid the astonished and terrified gazes of the people around him, the old Taoist walked past several corpses. The wind and sand blew past, burying the corpses and hiding the old Taoist's back.

When the old Taoist came to a tavern, he stopped.

Inside the pub, an elderly woman with white hair was sitting behind the counter, sipping a cup of hot tea.

Tea is a rare commodity in the Western Regions and the northern frontier, and it is obviously extraordinary for an old woman to open a tavern in this town full of villains.

Seeing the old Taoist priest, the old woman's face showed a hint of surprise, "How come you are here, you idiot?"

Taoist Guiyi stepped into the tavern, shook off the yellow sand on his black robe, and then laughed, "I was chased and seriously injured. I fled to the Western Regions in a panic... Before my injuries are healed, I dare not go to the Central Plains again to avoid being blocked."

"So you come to me for help? Get out." The old woman glanced at Master Guiyi and then looked away, saying coldly.

Master Guiyi chuckled, moved a stool and sat down in front of the old woman, "Are you still angry with me?"

"It was you who abandoned his wife and children and joined the Taoist sect, not me." The old woman sipped her hot tea with an indifferent look in her eyes. "In this respect, you are not as good as Monk Dongwen in Xiaoxitian. At least his wife was killed, and he is still looking for enemies and clues today, unlike you..."

"Hey, what are you talking about? Aren't you still alive? If you were dead, I would have to fight you to the death."

"Can you talk? What do you mean by 'I'm not dead yet'?"

Guiyi Zhenren laughed loudly, then took the half-drunk hot tea from the old woman's hand, gulped it down, and let out a long sigh, "This place is really not a place for people to stay. The Central Plains has beautiful mountains and rivers, why don't you live there in seclusion, but come here..."

The old woman kicked Guiyi Zhenren so hard that he rolled over, "Get lost!"

Master Guiyi knocked over several tables and chairs, got up from the ground, smiled again, but ended up spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The old woman narrowed her eyes, then crossed her arms and snorted coldly... Although she was already in her sixties, her every move was no different from that of a young girl.

The old woman sat down behind the counter, poured herself another cup of hot tea, and asked calmly, "Tell me, what is the matter that brought you here to see me?"

Master Guiyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sat down opposite the old woman, and smiled slightly, "Do you know this person Zhao Wumian?"

The old woman said indifferently, "At present, everyone in the martial arts world knows his name... What? Were you injured by him?"

"That's not the case. I fought with Wudamu and was hunted by Empress Canghua, so I ended up here... I mainly wanted to ask you how much news you know about the capital. I've been on the run for the past few days and haven't paid attention to this."

The old woman recalled for a moment, and then said, "The prince was killed by Zhao Wumian, and Zhao Wumian himself, as a traitor of Taixuan Palace, took the blame for the crime of 'assassinating the prince', which paved the way for the princess..."

As she spoke, the old woman looked the old Taoist priest up and down again, "Your master was defeated, and you chose the wrong side. While the princess is busy ascending the throne and has no power to control you, you should voluntarily withdraw from the title of 'state religion'. This way, you may be able to stay safe and the princess won't send troops to flatten your Wugong Mountain."

This information is actually not quite right. Luo Chaoyan had already taken the blame for Zhao Wumian... However, the Western Regions are too far away from the Central Plains after all, so it is normal for news to be delayed.

Hearing this, the old Taoist was silent for a moment, and then did not talk about this topic, but mentioned his original purpose.
"Zhao Wumian suddenly appeared, like thunder in a clear sky, it is impossible for him to be unknown. As far as I know, he had previously entered the palace to steal the red silk of Naraku, and was later hunted down in Qinfeng Mountain in northern Shanxi... After that, he changed his name and intervened in state affairs. As for his original identity and who was hunting him, I am a little curious. According to my investigation, the people who were hunting him should be related to the Holy Church, so I would like to ask you to help me check it out."

The old woman slammed the cup in her hand onto the table, her eyes cold, "You haven't changed at all in all these years... Did you come here to find me just to satisfy your thirst for knowledge?"

The old Taoist priest was silent.

The old woman was so angry that her chest heaved.

At this moment, someone in the town shouted: "News from the capital, the throne of Dali has been decided..."

Since this is a matter of succession to the throne, in fact all parties in the martial arts world are paying attention to it. It is not uncommon to see people shouting along the streets as soon as there is any news.

They both looked over when they heard the voice, frowned slightly, and continued to listen.

Gusu is a place with green mountains and clear waters. Unlike Beijing where there is heavy snow all day long, the sky here is clear and the air is fresh. It is a beautiful place.

But the city of Suzhou was shrouded in sadness. Many people were dressed in mourning clothes, with sad looks on their faces. Coffins were pulled by horses and walked through the streets, crying non-stop.

Mei Chongyang, the eldest son of the Suzhou family, died in Piantou Pass. Although he was a "hero who died for his country", he died with his eyes open.

After returning to his hometown, Mei Lijun, the head of the Mei family, stayed at home and did not go out until today, when he began to prepare for the funeral.

It was no wonder that he didn't even have Mei Chongyang's body. The coffin contained only Mei Chongyang's common things, which he used to replace people.

As the most aristocratic family in Gusu, they couldn't even bury their eldest son in peace. Thinking of this, one naturally felt sad.

At a street pub, a mature and beautiful woman, estimated to be around 26 or 27 years old, tilted her head to look at the funeral procession on the street, and took a sip of wine.

Next to her, there was a little girl sitting who was probably only twelve or thirteen years old. Although she had a childish face, she was quite tall among the girls in Jiangnan. In six years, when she turned eighteen, she would probably be taller than many men.

There were quite a few idle men lying around the table... Perhaps they were attracted by the beautiful mature woman's stunning appearance and wanted to flirt with her, but ended up being knocked down.

The little girl also propped up her face, looked at the funeral procession, and chanted in a childish voice like singing an opera: "He had great righteousness in his heart, but died tragically in the pass. He thought he died for his country, but in fact he was a chess piece. Isn't this the world of martial arts~"

The mature woman held the wine bowl, nodded slightly, and said lightly: "It is the martial arts world, but it is not the martial arts world of the heart."

The little girl giggled and said, "What a literary youth! He must have read too many little books written by that person."

Mature woman: "..."

As they were talking, the funeral procession suddenly stopped. The two women looked at it with a little curiosity, and saw a wanderer walking towards them at the end of the street, leading a horse.

The wanderer was hunched over, carrying a coffin on his back, his back was almost bent.

The Jianghu guest was bleeding and obviously injured, but he walked firmly all the way to the front of the funeral procession and put the coffin on the ground with a muffled sound. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and bowed slightly, "I am Yan Jiu, this is Brother Mei's body."

As soon as the funeral procession fell silent, Mei Lijun staggered over, pushed open the coffin, and saw the person inside. Tears immediately fell and he cried so hard that he could hardly make a sound.

Someone asked, "Brother Yan Jiu, you, you carried Chongyang's corpse all the way from Piantou Pass back to Gusu, which is a thousand miles away!"

Yan Jiu stroked the horse beside him and said, "Zhao Wumian alone was able to stop two thousand cavalrymen in front of the city. I am just guarding the corpse in Gusu. What's the difficulty?"

Some people wondered why Yan Jiu mentioned Zhao Wumian?

After saying this, Yan Jiu smiled again. He looked weak, but his voice was filled with joy. "The one who plotted to murder Brother Mei was Crown Prince Luo Shuzhi. According to my information, Luo Shuzhi was killed on the spot by Zhao Wumian in the Taiji Palace. How joyful!"

The mature woman sipped her wine calmly and smiled at the little girl, "Is this not the Jianghu?"

The little girl pouted.

After watching the funeral procession for a while, he ordered the officials to rush over on horseback, shouting along the streets: "News has come from the capital that the throne of Dali has been decided! Luo Chaoyan ascended the throne on the ninth day of the first lunar month, and the reign title is 'Guichan'. From today on, it will be the year of Guichan!"

Then comes the whole story of his ascension to the throne. It is a long paragraph, but most of it is just one person's name.

"Years ago, Zhao Wumian escorted the emperor to the capital. He sneaked into the palace of the emperor in Taiyuan, fought against the ghost leader, and escaped with a horse! Later, he secretly crossed Chencang to Pingyang, changed his name to Su Yanran, saved Xiao Xitian from danger, and got the help of Buddhism! Then he went to the capital, broke into the palace alone, and entered the East Palace. He solved the confusion in his heart. He knew that the crown prince Luo Shuzhi wanted to let the Rong people enter the pass to secure the throne. So he went to Jin and captured the Rong generals Erige and Wuerji. He single-handedly resisted the Rong cavalry and got an army of 200,000. He entered the capital and executed the crown prince Luo Shuzhi in the Taiji Hall at the coronation ceremony!"

"He traveled thousands of miles between Jin and Beijing, and paved the way for the emperor Luo Chaoyan to ascend the throne amidst the flashes of swords and sabers. Later, the emperor led an army of 100,000 soldiers into Beijing and ascended the throne. His merits as a follower of the emperor made him famous throughout the world!"

"For his meritorious service, he is granted the title of 'Weiming Hou'!"

After finishing talking about Zhao Wumian's deeds, the officer began to talk about the other ministers who followed him, namely Su Qingqi, Xu Ran, Su Zongbo and others, but he only said a few words about them.

The beautiful mature woman looked at the officer, listened to his words, and tilted her head to the side, wondering what she was thinking.

In the Western Regions, Guiyi Zhenren and the old woman were silent when they heard this.

The old woman asked Guiyi Zhenren, "What do you think?"

Guiyi Zhenren was silent for a while, then he smiled carefreely, "There are fifty great ways, and forty-nine heavenly evolutions. There are always variables... The prince encountered this variable, so he was defeated."

The two places are at different distances from the capital, so the time when the news was received is actually different.

But although they happened at different times, the reactions were pretty much the same.

Conferred the title of Weiming Hou... This was a new title established in Dali.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was the marquisate specially created by the Emperor for Zhao Wumian.

At this point, whether in the underworld or the imperial court, in the underworld or the white world, Zhao Wumian has only been active for over a month, but he has already become famous throughout the world!
In Jin, Taiyuan, Luo Changshou sat on the scorched earth of the palace, listening to what the official said, and then laughed heartily, feeling very happy.

He picked up the wine jar beside him, took a big gulp, and then threw the jar heavily on the ground, "What a delight!"

And all this has nothing to do with the letter that Zhao Wumian gave to Luo Chaoyan.

Zhao Wumian's letter came from Canghua Tower.

In Puzhou, southern Shanxi, inside a house, a pregnant woman moved a small stool and sat under a willow tree, looking at the road in the distance with a worried look on her face.

Next to the willow tree is a stream. The house is built along the stream and has beautiful scenery.

But the woman's heart was filled with sorrow. She had waited for too long, but every day she waited here, all she got was disappointment.

The same is true today.

But she didn't know what else she could do...she only had her husband.

She loves her husband.

From sunrise to sunset, it was already dusk, and she still hadn't waited for the person she wanted to wait for.

She sighed softly, rubbed her sore eyes, and with her big belly, she picked up the small stool with both hands, went back to the house to get some clothes, and went to the stream beside the house to wash clothes.

The clothes were her husband's summer clothes. Even though she subconsciously felt that her husband would never come back, she still washed them mechanically.

At this moment, through the clear water, she saw a figure behind her.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Looking back, my heart skipped a beat.

A middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes, with bloodstained white cloth wrapped around his body, stood behind the woman and looked at her.

Although injured, he is still alive.

The two of them stared at each other silently. There was war in Jin, and the Rong people had invaded the pass. Under such circumstances, how could the two of them still be reunited?
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time.

What kind of words can express the emotions in the two people's hearts at this moment?
The willow trees beside the stream swayed in the wind, and their green branches gently brushed against the two of them.

This willow tree was planted by the two when they got married this year.

Now, less than half a year has passed, but she has already grown into a tall and graceful girl.

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.

Turn to Zhuge, low Qi household, according to sleepless.There shouldn't be any hatred, what's the matter of long-term goodbye?People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter has never been complete in ancient times.

Nung, moon and new moon.

(Cui Feng Chapter, end.)
(End of this chapter)