Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 178 Moonlit Palace
Luo Chaoyan did not give Zhao Wumian a house, because she did have the idea of ​​letting Zhao Wumian live in the palace often... Zhao Wumian was very good to her and treated her sincerely.

At the beginning in Qinfeng Village, just because of an empty promise, he went to dangerous places many times, seized horses in Taiyuan, and broke into the palace in Beijing. How could ordinary people do that? Even if all of this can be attributed to the sentence "Zhao Wumian just wanted to serve the emperor", in the end, Zhao Wumian wanted to bear the crime of assassinating the king and flee to the ends of the earth, leaving Luo Chaoyan with a throne that was within his reach but without many hidden dangers.

The moment she learned about this, Luo Chaoyan was shocked to realize that she had developed feelings for this wanderer whom she met along the way, because all the risks Zhao Wumian took were not for fame, but only for her... If not for this, would she really be willing to "come to power unjustly" and "kill her brother immorally" just to protect him?
That may not be the case. Luo Chaoyan is kind and grateful, but she also knows that Zhao Wumian's method is the safest for the Dali Kingdom.

If it were someone else, like Su Qingqi, and if she had to bear the blame, then Luo Chaoyan would probably have to do her best to protect the Su family from being implicated, and on the other hand, silently cooperate with her in acting so as not to waste her efforts.

Because that person was Zhao Wumian, she would rather take the blame and protect him.

But the favorable impression was just favorable impression, not to the point of being moved, so Luo Chaoyan naturally could not take off her clothes and get close to Zhao Wumian as soon as she called him to Fu Mo Palace. If Luo Chaoyan really wanted to do that with Zhao Wumian, she would not be willing in her heart... But Luo Chaoyan was well aware of the rumors in the palace.

Those people always felt that Luo Chaoyan and Zhao Wumian had been through thick and thin together, so there was bound to be sparks flying… Although this spark only really formed in Luo Chaoyan’s heart when Zhao Wumian finally decided to take the blame, it was not wrong.

But this is only one-sided. Luo Chaoyan has no idea what Zhao Wumian is thinking.

He was often invited to stay in the palace for a short time. As time went on, the rumors became more and more intense. By then, Zhao Wumian should have had some reaction, right?
She couldn't take the initiative in this matter as a girl, so she had to test it out.

After all, she is the emperor now, so she still has this plan... Although it is wrong to use this plan to compete with Su Qingqi for a man.

However, if Zhao Wumian really expressed his love to Luo Chaoyan one day, Luo Chaoyan would still hesitate and think again and again.

After all, Luo Chaoyan only trusts and has a good impression of him, but she doesn't really like him.

Luo Chaoyan sighed softly in his heart, silently said sorry to Su Qingqi, then put on a fox fur coat and went to a hall alone.

The hall was dark except for a few lights.

A mature and beautiful woman in purple was fiddling with a poisonous insect at her desk. When she saw Luo Chaoyan coming late at night, she raised her eyes slightly and glanced at her, then looked away and continued to do her own thing, saying lightly, "The person is in the side hall. Zhao Wumian was not killed."

The sentence was concise and sounded a bit indifferent. If others saw it, they would definitely think that Luo Chaoyan had a very bad relationship with the woman in purple... But in fact, the relationship between the master and the disciple has been like this for the past ten years.

The purple-clothed woman taught her skills, and she was responsible for taking care of the flowers and plants in the house, cooking and cleaning... They spent every day together and had a deep relationship. If not for this, the purple-clothed woman would not have followed Luo Chaoyan, but would have come directly to Taiyuan to help rescue Zhao Wumian.

Luo Chaoyan nodded slightly, walked to the side hall with his hands behind his back, and the woman in purple straightened her clothes, put away the poison on the table, and followed closely behind him.

In the side hall, Luo Shuzhi was sitting on a chair, silent.

Seeing Luo Chaoyan and the purple-clothed woman approaching, his eyes moved, and then he smiled, "Now that you appear here in a dragon robe, does that mean that Zhao Wumian has already fled to Jianghu?"

Looking at Luo Shuzhi's smiling face, Luo Chaoyan felt a little sick and looked away, answering: "Of course not... I made him a marquis, and made that substitute your real body, and announced to the world that I killed you."

Luo Shuzhi's expression froze slightly, his smile gradually faded, and he stared at Luo Chaoyan in astonishment for a while before he said, "Do you know what this means?"

The woman in purple took out a small bottle of poisoned wine from her sleeve and placed it on the table.

Luo Chaoyan pushed the poisoned wine in front of Luo Shuzhi and smiled coldly, "You were killed by me, what does that mean?"

"Why bother saying such venting words?" Luo Shuzhi glanced at the poisoned wine and then looked away, "You are only doing this for Zhao Wumian."

"So what?"

Luo Shuzhi took a deep breath, and then fell silent again. After a moment, he said, "I summoned him to the Taiji Palace because I hoped he would stay away from the court and not get involved in my Luo family's empire... I thought that at least in this last plan, I should win once, right? But now I have lost again..."

Luo Chaoyan had a blank expression on his face.

Luo Shuzhi looked at Luo Chaoyan, slowly restrained his expression, and then put on a carefree smile, and said self-deprecatingly: "It's just that I lost to you."

Luo Chaoyan said nothing.

Luo Shuzhi picked up the wine bottle and was about to drink it, but then he remembered something and said, "You and my father do look alike. By the way, do you have any idea about my father's posthumous title?"

"Ren." Luo Chaoyan uttered a word lightly.

"Benevolence? That's quite apt. If he wasn't so benevolent, how could he have left me with such a big mess?"

"You are the one who wants to reduce the power of the vassal states. The King of Jin has never thought of treason."

"Whether he wants to or not, sometimes he has no say. When your father passed away and you were stranded in Jin, his reaction was very telling." Luo Shuzhi shook the poisoned wine lightly, his voice blank, "And now that you are in this position, there are some things you can't decide."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Shuzhi drank the poisoned wine without hesitation.

Gollum—

After drinking the poisoned wine with a slight movement of his Adam's apple, Luo Shuzhi's head fell on the table within a breath, and then his body went limp and fell to the side.

boom--

After Luo Shuzhi's death, Luo Chaoyan's indifferent expression finally changed a little.

No matter what, Luo Shuzhi was her brother, a half-relative... The feeling of killing him by instructing Zhao Wumian and killing him by giving him poisoned wine with one's own hands were completely different.

She didn't feel it when Zhao Wumian reminded her to call herself "I", she didn't feel it when she wore the dragon robe at the coronation ceremony, she didn't feel it when she sat on the dragon throne and gave orders, but tonight, after she killed Luo Shu with her own hands, she suddenly felt that she had become the emperor.

Once you embark on this path, there is no turning back... starting with killing your brother with your own hands.

Luo Chaoyan took a deep breath, but found breathing a little more difficult.

With a stern face, she turned around and walked out, but her legs went weak again, and she staggered, holding on to the table with both hands.

bang-

Luo Chaoyan knocked over a chair, and she frowned in pain and covered her side.

The purple-clothed woman held her hand with her sleeve, supported her forearm, and said with a frown, "Actually, you can ask Zhao Wumian to do it for you... But it's fine this way. After all, you are the emperor, not him."

"Well... I can't always rely on him for everything."

Luo Chaoyan always felt that she had given too little and gained too much, while Zhao Wumian had given too much and gained too little... Now that she has become the emperor, she naturally can no longer ask Zhao Wumian for everything as she did in the past.

The master and disciple left the side hall, leaving Luo Shuzhi's body in the hall. After a while, masters from the Xu family came to collect the body to ensure that nothing unexpected happened.

After Luo Chaoyan ascended the throne, the only people he could truly trust were the Xu family, the Detective Department, and Zhao Wumian… There were not enough people in the court, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Master, how long do you plan to stay in the capital?" After leaving the side hall, Luo Chaoyan slowed down, left the purple-clothed woman's support, and asked with his head tilted.

"Now that your business has been settled, there is naturally no reason to stay any longer. I still need to find the materials for the Innate All-Poison Body." The purple-clothed woman pondered for a moment, then shook her head slightly.

The little white snake slipped out from the sleeves of the purple-clothed woman, nodded its head repeatedly, and then hissed a few times.

The purple-clothed woman glanced at the little white snake and laughed, "Go if you want to."

The little white snake slithered out from the sleeve of the woman in purple and disappeared into the snow in a flash.

"Will Zhao Wumian die if he can't get these materials?" Luo Chaoyan frowned.

"Not really, but within half a year, at least one of the Jiuli Gu and Tianxuanchen must be found to balance them. Otherwise, the poison accumulated in his body will explode. Although it won't kill him, it will make him suffer from excruciating pain and he will suffer from the pain of thousands of ants gnawing at his heart all the time."

"Why choose him?"

The purple-clothed woman smiled, "You feel sorry for him, but don't you know that the hundreds of years of inheritance of Guixuan Valley are concentrated in this so-called innate poison body? This is an opportunity for him, not to mention..."

The purple-clothed woman paused for a moment, thinking of the days she had lived with Zhao Wumian. She was silent for a moment, then said:

"It's not like I haven't asked for his opinion. He is just a pervert. When he heard that the innate poison body would not have any impact on dual cultivation, he immediately agreed... You should cherish him now, but be careful not to fall into his trap. I don't want to go back to Beijing to see you one day, only to find that you are pregnant with his child."

Luo Chaoyan's face turned slightly red, showing a little dissatisfaction, "Da Li is still facing internal and external troubles, how could I indulge in the love between men and women?"

"I hope so." The purple-clothed woman poured a glass of water, "Tonight you will kill your brother... take a good rest first, your master will accompany you."

Luo Chaoyan held the water cup in both hands, sipped it absentmindedly, and said "hmm".

After a short rest, the master and disciple turned off the lights and went to sleep... But they didn't sleep together. With the poison in the purple-clothed woman's skin, anyone who touched her would be killed, except for Zhao Wumian and a few old monsters with extraordinary skills.

Luo Chaoyan closed her eyes and tossed and turned, but she couldn't sleep well.

Tonight, I killed my elder brother with my own hands. From tonight on, I am the emperor of the world. Can I be a wise ruler? The Rong tribe is blocking the pass. I have gained the throne illegitimately and will sooner or later face internal troubles. Can I protect the Luo family's kingdom? Under my rule, can the people live and work in peace?

If you make a wrong decision, it will harm countless people.

These thoughts lingered in her mind. If Luo Chaoyan could fall asleep like this, she would be really insane.

So after lying on the couch for half an hour, Luo Chaoyan got up, without even having time to put on socks. He stepped into his boots barefoot, put on his coat, and left the hall.

There was a palace maid waiting outside the palace. Seeing this, she bowed her head and asked, "Your Majesty, what is this..."

"Relax." Luo Chaoyan left with his hands behind his back.

Although she said she wanted to relax, Luo Chaoyan unknowingly walked to the front of Fu Mo Palace, looking up at the palace door with a complicated look in her eyes.

She had agreed that she could no longer rely on Zhao Wumian, but at this moment she just wanted to talk to him, chat with him, and pour out all the troubles in her heart to him.

A master from the palace appeared from the dark, looked at Luo Chaoyan, and was about to say something, but Luo Chaoyan gently raised her hand, signaling her not to say anything more.

After staring at the palace door silently for a while, she turned around and prepared to leave... She couldn't really talk to Zhao Wumian about everything. If she kept doing this, she would never be able to become a king who could stand on her own.

But she had only taken a few steps when she suddenly stopped and tilted her face... How come she could hear faint conversations coming from inside the hall?
She listened carefully and could vaguely hear the voices of Zhao Wumian and a woman.

woman?

There was a hint of surprise in Luo Chaoyan's beautiful eyes. Among the women in the harem, except for the palace maids, there was only the queen... Oh no, it should be the queen mother now.

Did Zhao Wumian have a secret meeting with the Queen Mother? Or did he bully the palace maids?
Luo Chaoyan turned her head to look at the master of the inner palace in the dark, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and the master of the inner palace hurried over and whispered: "The Imperial Master came to this palace not long ago."

Imperial Master?

Luo Chaoyan was stunned, and then a look of confusion appeared in her eyes.

You told me before that he was a pervert and asked me to be on guard, but now that I was asleep, you came running over to look for him! ?
Is it appropriate for a man and a woman to be in the same room?
If this isn’t a tryst, what is it?
But isn't Luo Chaoyan herself the same? When she left the temple, she didn't dare to tell her master.

But having said that, Luo Chaoyan would never let Zhao Wumian and her master have any sexual relations... otherwise what would happen?

How could it be possible in this world for a master and a disciple to share the same husband?

If Zhao Wumian gets together with her master, Luo Chaoyan will naturally step down... Are you kidding?
She didn't give Zhao Wumian a house because she was a little reluctant to let some wild woman "visit Zhao's house at night", but how could she still cheat in the imperial palace?
This time it was almost just her master... If the woman inside was the queen mother, she would not even dare to think about it.

Luo Chaoyan glared at the palace master fiercely.

The master of the Imperial Palace also feels aggrieved. It was you who didn't let me speak.

Luo Chaoyan ignored her and went straight to the palace gate.

But in fact, Zhao Wumian and the girl in purple didn't do anything immoral.

Zhao Wumian felt something bite him in his sleep... However, if a warrior could sense a threat to his life or murderous intent, he would naturally detect it in advance. Now that there is no...

When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was indeed a little white snake biting his forearm and sucking blood in small sips.

Zhao Wumian's blood can help the little white snake survive its infancy, and the little white snake can also promote Zhao Wumian's innate all-poison body. This is a win-win situation, so he will not be angry.

The little white snake took a few puffs, then loosened its mouth and lay down on Zhao Wumian's hand, with a look of satisfaction on its face.

Zhao Wumian stroked the little white snake's soft belly with his fingertips. After a while, someone pushed the door open, but his movements were sneaky, as if they were having an affair.

Zhao Wumian tilted his head and looked over with a smile on his face, "Miss Zi Yi, long time no see."

Since the little white snake is there, she must be there too.

Zhao Wumian missed her very much. He hadn’t seen her for almost half a month. When he saw her for the first time, he felt that she was even more beautiful.

The purple-clothed woman closed the door of the palace and looked back to make sure Luo Chaoyan hadn't noticed anything. Then she straightened her mind, smoothed the corners of her clothes, and walked over quickly, "Let me take your pulse."

"Let's talk business right away?"

"I have nothing personal to discuss with you." The purple-clothed girl frowned, moved a small stool and sat down next to Zhao Wumian's bed, put a handkerchief on Zhao Wumian's wrist, and stretched out two fingers to feel his pulse.

Zhao Wumian sat up, looked at her serious face, thought for a while, and asked: "Are the black flowers still enough? Qinfeng Mountain is now occupied by the Rong people. It is not easy to pick flowers."

Hearing this, the purple-clothed woman was slightly stunned, probably because she did not expect that Zhao Wumian still remembered such a small thing.

She was slightly happy in her heart, but she remained calm on her face, saying lightly: "Whether it is enough or not is nothing more than whether I am ugly or beautiful, and it will not affect my body." "Affect your ugliness or beauty? Are you actually an old witch?" Zhao Wumian glanced at her serious face, then stretched out his fingertips and gently touched her cheek, "This touch doesn't feel like a disguise..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian paused, then collapsed stiffly.

The purple-clothed woman dodged backwards subconsciously, with a trace of barely perceptible embarrassment on her face. Then, seeing Zhao Wumian's expression, she immediately laughed heartily, "It's happened so many times, but you just don't learn your lesson? Do you still want to take advantage of me? Just lie still... Caicai, don't give him the detoxification."

"Bu, Bu Zhang improvised, and also, also wanted to... come out and touch you..." Zhao Wumian lay on his back on the bed, unable to move his eyes. He looked up at the ceiling, but his words were unclear and he stuttered stubbornly.

"I said you're a pervert, but Chaoyan didn't take it seriously. I'll complain to her tomorrow, saying you flirted with the Imperial Master..." The purple-clothed woman snorted, feeling pretty good. Then she suddenly realized what was happening, looking stunned. "How can you still speak?"

When Zhao Wumian touched her, she couldn't even blink, let alone talk. How come now...

"Borrow, borrow the poison, I, I've told you a long time ago..."

The purple-clothed woman narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and said, "Cai Cai."

The little white snake bit Zhao Wumian's forearm again.

Zhao Wumian recovered, rubbed his stiff face, and said with a little slurred speech: "After entering the Sky-peek, I inhaled the Cold Jade Gu again... Both my resistance to poison and the progress of my innate poison body have been greatly improved... This is probably the reason."

The woman in purple really didn't know what happened to Zhao Wumian in Taiyuan... She had just followed Luo Chaoyan into the capital today.

But this should have been a good thing, but the purple-clothed woman's expression suddenly changed, "Really?"

"Why did I lie to you?"

"You, you!" The purple-clothed woman suddenly stood up and paced back and forth with her hands behind her back. "Let's not talk about the unity of heaven and man for now, but the more you eat of the Cold Jade Gu, the better. I originally prepared the poison pill in a fixed amount. Now that you have absorbed more, the original six-month period will probably be shortened to three or four months because of the more toxins in your body!"

Zhao Wumian's face stern, knowing that she was referring to the innate poison body. After thinking for a while, he smiled carefreely, "There are pros and cons, it's just like this. When I sucked a cold jade Gu in Taiyuan, it widened my meridians, warmed my muscles and bones, and greatly improved my strength. I got the benefit, so it's natural that the deadline is shortened now."

"What do you mean by right? Why are you pretending to be so carefree?" The purple-clothed woman was very excited and glared at Zhao Wumian. "Half a year is still plenty of time, but now there are only three or four months. Where can you find Jiuli Gu and Tianxuan Dust? If you don't have one of them to balance the toxins in your body, when the toxins accumulated in your body explode and you are in excruciating pain, don't kneel down and beg me for help."

"If I really ask you for help, will you help?"

"Don't be so slick with your words. It's already this time." The purple-clothed woman said as she grabbed the little white snake. "I'm leaving Beijing right now. Your business cannot be delayed."

The little white snake stuck out its tongue and was almost suffocated by the catch.

Zhao Wumian was immediately happier and grabbed the purple-clothed woman's arm. "You can't find it as fast as the imperial court if you search by yourself. Don't panic."

The purple-clothed woman was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "It's really the eunuch who is anxious, and the emperor is not. This concerns your body. If the poison really erupts, it will be painful, but your life will be in danger!"

"Naraku Hongsi has a way to go back in time. No matter what, it won't cost me my life."

The purple-clothed woman was slightly stunned. "Backtracking?"

Zhao Wumian nodded.

"What node can you control to trace back to?"

"No."

"What are you talking about?" The purple-clothed woman rolled her eyes cutely. "When I bring you back to the moment before you took the poison pill, it will be a disaster. I only have one poison pill, no more."

"At least it won't kill me, right?"

The purple-clothed woman hesitated after hearing this, then sat down angrily, crossed her arms, and glared at Zhao Wumian, "I don't know whose health I'm worrying about. You must remember that the innate all-poison body is my lifelong wish, and you are the only one in the world who is qualified to cultivate this body... Take care of your body, don't die in a corner."

"Don't mention it." Zhao Wumian grinned, took out a folded purple handkerchief from his arms, and handed it to the purple-clothed woman, "Nailaku Hongsi, return it to its original owner."

The purple-clothed woman was slightly startled, looked at Naraku Hongsi, then glanced at Zhao Wumian's face to make sure he was not joking, and then said in a slightly incredulous tone: "This is very important to you, right? Why did you come back?"

This is the Nine Bells... Throughout the ages, how many fathers and sons have killed each other, and how many masters and apprentices have killed each other because of this treasure?

When the woman in purple gave it away, she never thought of asking for it back.

"It's important to me, but it's also important to you, right? Didn't you say that the red silk of Naraku can be used to speed up the growth of poisonous insects and poisonous plants?" Zhao Wumian stuffed the folded handkerchief into the palm of the purple-clothed woman.
"During this period, I was in the capital, and you were also here... If I wanted to gain enlightenment, I would go to you. Since you are the emperor's teacher, I will ask the emperor to allocate a palace for you to raise insects and plants. Once the court has news about Jiuli Gu and Tianxuanchen, it will not be too late to leave the capital."

The purple-clothed woman looked a little dazed, looking at the handkerchief in her palm, and then she suddenly realized the key information from Zhao Wumian's words.

He wants me to stay in Beijing for a while and not leave in such a hurry... Why?
The answer to this question is obvious.

The woman in purple tightened the handkerchief in her palm, then blinked and spread it out... There was a wooden hairpin wrapped in the handkerchief.

This wooden hairpin is completely different from the original 'wooden chopsticks'. It has beautiful curves and patterns... Although the knife work is still rough, it looks much better than before.

The purple-dressed woman raised her hand to comb the hair that fell on her face. She looked dazed. When she came to her senses, she quietly put the handkerchief and the hairpin into her arms. After a long silence, she smiled slightly and asked, "When did you do it?"

"After I killed Luo Shuzhi's double, I waited for His Majesty to come to the capital. I had nothing to do, so I either practiced martial arts or carpentry. I have already given Miss Su the best hairpin..."

Before she finished speaking, the purple-clothed woman stood up silently, turned around and walked out, "Let your Miss Su help you find Jiuli Gu and Tianxuan Dust. This lady is only worthy of inferior products anyway."

The little white snake lay on the purple-clothed woman's shoulder, straightened its upper body, looked at Zhao Wumian and shook its head slightly, saying something like 'Goodbye, I'll come back to drink your blood tomorrow~'

Zhao Wumian smiled slightly and shouted at her: "We have agreed that you will not leave Beijing during this period of time... I still need to comprehend the Red Silk of Naraku in order to restore my memory."

The purple-clothed woman paused slightly, then raised her hand and touched the handkerchief in her arms. Her cold expression eased a little, and she pushed open the door without saying a word. Then she saw Luo Chaoyan standing outside the door with his hands behind his back, looking at her sideways.

The purple-clothed woman's breath was choked.

Luo Chaoyan smiled slightly, "Master, why is it that you are in the same room with this perverted man and woman? Aren't you afraid of being taken advantage of?"

The woman in purple felt a little guilty. Although she and Zhao Wumian were innocent and nothing had happened, this situation made it seem like she was stealing her apprentice's man.

She forced a smile, "I couldn't sleep at night, so I came to check his pulse. After all, it's about the innate poisonous body. As for taking advantage of... my body, you know it, where does he get the ability from?"

After saying that, the purple-clothed woman walked right past Luo Chaoyan and disappeared in a flash, leaving only the words "you guys chat".

Luo Chaoyan glanced at her back, then sighed softly, glanced at Zhao Wumian, and asked inexplicably: "Master is very beautiful, right?"

"It doesn't matter whether you are beautiful or not. As long as you wear the hairpin I made by hand, even an ugly person can become the most beautiful person in the capital."

"Compared to me, who is more beautiful?" Luo Chaoyan glanced at him sideways, relentless.

"So, the key point is actually the hairpin I made myself. However, time was tight, so I only had time to make two hairpins of the best quality. I gave one to Miss Su and the other to your master. I'll make one tomorrow when I'm free..."

Luo Chaoyan sighed softly, "My brother is dead."

Zhao Wumian paused for a moment, then looked Luo Chaoyan up and down, noticing that she looked haggard, and pondered for a moment before getting out of bed, taking down the Qingming sword sheath hanging on the wall, and gently waving it, saying, "Back in Jiangpan Village, Miss Su told me that the Yuehua sword is divided into sword moves and sword intent, and that sword intent is something that only masters who can communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth are qualified to comprehend. Your Majesty, do you still remember?"

Luo Chaoyan was slightly stunned, not understanding why Zhao Wumian suddenly brought up this, and could only nod slightly.

Zhao Wumian smiled and continued, "The leader of the Sword Sect once said that if I want to bridge the heaven and earth, I should find my own way... The way is also the intention. In the final analysis, different paths lead to the same destination, and they are all the embodiment of the martial arts."

"Um...what's wrong?"

"You can't sleep, and neither can I. Your Majesty, why don't you come with me to comprehend the Moonlight Sword Intent? A stone from another mountain can be used to polish a jade, and it's a good opportunity for me to practice as well."

"How do I feel...ah——"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian came to Luo Chaoyan and picked her up by the waist.

It happened so suddenly that Luo Chaoyan screamed softly. She felt herself being thrown into a warm embrace and suddenly lost her balance. When she came to her senses, she had reached the top of the Fu Mo Palace.

Seeing this, a master from the Imperial Palace tried to stop them, but was stopped by his colleagues, "You are stupid, they are Marquis Weiming and His Majesty... Don't interfere with what they do."

"Oh……"

Luo Chaoyan thought Zhao Wumian was being beastly, but Zhao Wumian brought her to the roof, put her down, sat on the eaves, raised the Qingming sword sheath in his hand, and said, "Moonlight Sword, Moonlight Sword, if you want to understand its meaning, you naturally have to appreciate the moon."

Luo Chaoyan was slightly stunned, she tidied her hair that was messed up by the cold wind, and looked up.

Under the sparse snow, a crescent moon can be vaguely seen outside the snow curtain.

It's so vague that if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

Zhao Wumian coughed lightly, "After I became one with nature, my five senses became so sharp... You can't see it, but I can."

Luo Chaoyan was sitting on the eaves. Hearing this, she couldn't help but chuckle, her voice full of tenderness, "Then you can comprehend it... As you said, you can't sleep anyway, so I will accompany you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward." Zhao Wumian laughed, lifted the hem of his robe, sat down next to Luo Chaoyan, and looked up at the moon.

After a few seconds, Luo Chaoyan felt her feet were cold. She lowered her eyes and saw that Zhao Wumian had moved too violently and had knocked off one of her boots.

I don't know where the boots fell.

The purple-clothed woman hadn't walked far when she saw her apprentice's boots fall in front of her, and her eyes twitched slightly.

Are these two playing such a fancy game?
And on the eaves.

Luo Chaoyan's smooth feet without socks stepped on the snow on the eaves, reflecting the hazy moonlight under the moonlight... It was so white and shiny, and when she stepped on the snow, the snow seemed so dirty.

Luo Chaoyan's face turned slightly red and she retracted her feet, not daring to let Zhao Wumian see them.

But this couldn't be hidden from Zhao Wumian. He lowered his eyes and was slightly stunned. "Let's go down. It's too cold up there."

Luo Chaoyan shook her head. "I can't sleep anyway, so why go down? It's not that cold."

Having said that, after just a few seconds, Luo Chaoyan's feet had already turned red from the cold.

"Shall I cover you?"

"How frivolous! How can a girl let a man touch her feet?" Luo Chaoyan glared at him.

Zhao Wumian raised his hands high, "I won't touch you. I can't let you get cold, right?"

Luo Chaoyan hesitated for a moment, and then whispered: "Don't touch it, otherwise I will let you enter the palace as a eunuch."

"Okay, okay, when have I ever lied to you?"

"I didn't lie to me, but I did act cruelly to me in the dilapidated temple in Jin for the sake of putting on a show." Luo Chaoyan raised her legs and stuffed her feet into Zhao Wumian's arms to warm them, recalling the past.

"…You can't get over this, right?"

"I remember everything about you."

"..."

Zhao Wumian looked up at the moon, and Luo Chaoyan glanced at him sideways.

The snow falls lightly, the evening breeze blows gently, there is no curfew in the capital, and the lights are still bright at night. A single man and a single woman sit in the Fu Mo Palace, not saying a word, but they are surrounded by tenderness that comes from love and ends with courtesy.

"Don't you have anything to complain to me about? For example, you killed your own brother with your own hands." Zhao Wumian asked.

Luo Chaoyan felt the warmth of her feet nestled in Zhao Wumian's arms. After a moment of silence, she smiled slightly, "There's nothing to say... I just can't sleep."

Zhao Wumian also laughed, "If you can't sleep in the future, come find me... Anyway, I also need to comprehend the Moonlight Sword Intent at night."

"Well...thank you, Marquis Weiming, for keeping me company so late at night."

"Your Majesty is just accompanying me in martial arts training."

"That's right. After all, you are the Marquis of Dali. The stronger you are, the better it will be for Dali. From this point of view, doing everything personally is the first virtue of me as an emperor."

"…Your Majesty's feet are so cold."

"Then I'll take it back."

"Oh, no, no, no... If your Majesty gets cold, it will be a loss for Dali... This is all for the sake of the world."

The two chatted in the snow.

Until the moon sets and the sun rises.

(End of this chapter)