Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 320 I'm Not Angry
The sudden stop of the night rain did not affect this thousand-year-old capital at all, but the night sky seemed a little clearer and the streets a little more moist.

Tread————

Pedestrians stepped through the puddles on the street, splashing dirty water mixed with mud. In front of a brightly lit pavilion, people were scattered around. A prostitute was sitting on the third-floor terrace, lightly touching the strings of a musical instrument with her bare hands and singing in a melodious voice.

"Who can I talk to under the moon and in front of the flowers? I am alone in the shadow of the lamp and I am mumbling to myself~"

Zeng Lengyue was sealed off by Luo Chaoyan, but there were still many visitors from the world of mortals. Most of them came here because they were bored late at night.

Ningxiang Pavilion is one of the few brothels in the capital, second only to Zeng Lengyue. The girls inside are certainly pretty, but there are still many people standing in front of the building, sighing secretly.

Ningxiang Pavilion is nice, but compared to Zeng Lengyue, it is indeed a bit "vulgar"... This is a place where you can gain happiness by spending money, but there is no one with whom you can talk to your heart.

Zeng Lengyue was different. Although he often spent a lot of money but couldn't even touch her hand, he could tell her anything in his heart... For a man, having a confidant is often more important than spending a night together.

The girls in Ningxiang Pavilion didn't understand all this. They just wondered why these guests from Zeng Lengyue couldn't pay back the money they spent. They just drank and chatted, and sighed from time to time about how fierce their wives were and how hard they worked to make money outside.

Please, this is a place for pleasure. In the past, some big shopkeepers who were generous but incompetent and only knew how to touch and touch things would at least satisfy their hands and mouths. But how come this guest from Zeng Lengyue only knew how to talk?
baffling.

But they were also happy with it, as long as they could make money. Zeng Lengyue, who had always been a hindrance to their heads, was obviously finished because he had offended the emperor. As the saying goes, 'When a whale falls, all things come to life', and this is true in all walks of life, even the lowest-class brothels are no exception.

Once Zeng Lengyue fell, their customers dispersed and they could earn more money.

Thinking of this, they immediately worked harder, and many of the singers continued to perform while playing the pipa and guqin even when their voices became hoarse.

In a side room of Ningxiang Pavilion, there were several prostitutes singing and dancing with their sleeves spread out in graceful postures, occasionally glancing at the man in a white robe sitting in front of a small table.

The man was sitting casually with one hand on his knee and a wine glass in the other. His robe was half-undone, revealing his muscular upper body wrapped in white cloth. Some blood seeped out of the cloth, and it was obvious that it had been bandaged not long ago.

He looked to be about thirty or forty years old, had no beard, was a little unkempt, and had scars on his body. At first glance, he looked like a playboy, but a closer look revealed that he had fair skin and tender flesh, and seemed to be from an aristocratic family.

A five-foot-long Miao Dao was wrapped tightly in black cloth and placed flat beside the man.

This guest was quite strange. Since he came to Ningxiang Pavilion, although he ordered many girls, he did not do any work at all. He just drank and enjoyed music silently. It was probably because he had no strength left due to his injury.

Looking at the knife, it was obvious that the man belonged to a gangster. The prostitutes did not dare to ask any more questions, fearing that they would be killed if the man displeased them.

Tap tap tap————

There were brisk footsteps outside the room, followed by a "click" sound, and a woman in colorful clothes pushed the door open and walked in.

The dancers paused, glanced at the man, and then bowed to the woman in colorful clothes.

"Go down." The woman in colorful clothes waved her hand lightly. The dancers did not dare to say much and left one by one.

The woman in colorful clothes is named Jinse, and she is the most beautiful girl in Ningxiang Pavilion.

The man in white robe glanced at Jinse without changing his expression. He raised his palm and waved it lightly. A pot of wine on the small table flew into the air and was thrown towards Jinse with great force.

Jinse raised her hand to take it, relaxed and lightly smiled, "Tangzhu Tong, the number one flower thief in Jianghu, came to our Ningxiang Pavilion but didn't do anything... Why, it's boring after paying the money, and it's not fun to force it?"

Tong Congdao was not surprised that Jinse could see his identity. He shook his wine glass and said calmly:
"Having reached this level of martial arts, I have long lost interest in such things. Our sect follows our heart, but lust is human nature, which makes it seem that our sect is full of people who like sex... The so-called dual cultivation is only a part of our sect, how can we generalize it?"

This was not the first time Tong Congdao came to the capital, so it was not surprising that he met someone he knew.

"That's the prejudice in the martial arts world. Most of the flower thieves come from your own hall." Jinse found it funny. She raised her hand to take the prayer stool from the side of the small table and put it under her hips. She knelt in front of Tong Congdao, poured herself a glass of wine, and asked with a smile:
"Master Tong, you don't want to restore our hall's reputation in the martial arts world?"

"What's there to be proud of? How many people can be the best in the martial arts world in this world? The best flower thief is also the best. I am quite satisfied." Tong Congdao drank the wine in the glass, then glanced at Jinse and asked:

"There seemed to be some movement in Zeng Lengyue's direction earlier. Who was fighting?"

"After Guiyuan entered the capital, he wanted to go to Zeng Lengyue to drink wine, but was caught by Weiminghou on the spot." Jinse found it funny again, covering her face with her sleeves and laughing, saying:
"Marquis Weiming, oh Marquis Weiming, you are the man of my dreams. If it weren't for him, His Majesty wouldn't have taken his anger out on Zeng Lengyue. Now that the enchantress Qingyan has no job, let's see how she can still show off."

Jinse's words clearly show that she is just watching the fire from the other side of the river, and she is full of gloating.

As the saying goes, colleagues are enemies. Many courtesans in the capital were jealous of Qingyan's status.

People outside the circle only think that Qingyan has a peerless appearance and a fairy-like temperament. When they really work in this field, they realize that compared with her, they are just an ant seeing the sky... They can't catch up with her, and after the inferiority complex, they are only left with intense jealousy.

Hearing this, Tong Congdao's eyes showed some surprise, and his brows were tightly knitted, "How could Gui Yuan be caught by Zhao Wumian?"

Jinse curled her lips and took a sip of wine. "Why else? Wei Minghou was bewitched by the enchantress Qing Yan. Even though Zeng Lengyue was confiscated by the court, he still wanted to live with Qing Yan. As a result, he happened to run into Gui Yuan."

She just said this casually, without any source of information.

Tong Congdao shook his head slightly, thinking that women are so jealous. If they just play around for lust, it's fine, but how can anyone really want to marry them and spend the rest of their lives with them? Isn't that stupid? Isn't it good to be free and happy alone?
Tong Congdao cleared his mind of distractions and asked, "Where was Gui Yuan taken?"

"How would I know this? Doesn't Hall Master Tong have his own intelligence network?" Jinse propped up her face in boredom. "I wonder if Hall Master Tong can tell me something when he comes to the capital this time, so that we can cooperate and make some money for Ningxiang Pavilion."

Ningxiang Pavilion is a brothel, but it cannot be just a brothel, just like the boss behind Zeng Lengyue is Taixuan Palace... Any force that can achieve success in a place like the capital must either have the support of the imperial court or the underworld.

Behind Ningxiang Pavilion is the Jade Palace, one of the three sects and six schools. The "Jianghu Heroes List" and "Jingzheng Peerless List" that Zhao Wumian had read were from this school.

The power of the Jade Palace is mainly in the East China Sea area. The palace master is a mysterious person and rarely shows his true face when he goes out. People in the martial arts world say that he is afraid of being beaten up if his true face is exposed.

This has to do with the "Jing Zheng Beauty List". Beauty is one aspect of this list, and martial arts status is another. Both are indispensable. Otherwise, if a passerby who only has good looks but no identity, background or martial arts is on the list, he will probably be picked up by Benwotang the next day, and the world will not accept it.

The one who topped the list was none other than Xiao Yuanmu. The saying 'distant mountains are like dark green with light evening clouds, and autumn waters are filled with mist and reflect the bright moon' was referring to her.

The Queen Mother, Lady Canghua, Meng Po, Murier, Guan Yunshu, Su Qingqi and others were also on the list, but with their looks and status, how could they allow themselves to be judged and ranked by an inexplicable and ignorant guy?

When Xiao Yuanmu was still making her way around Lin'an, she threatened upon learning that she was on the list that the so-called Lord of the Jade Palace would die if he dared to show up in front of her.

Goddess Canghua and Mengpo also said similar things.

Thanks to this, the Lord of the Jade Palace keeps a very low profile in the world, and often doesn't dare to say a word for several years. However, his business is getting more and more prosperous. He makes his own list, and although it may offend people, it has to be said that people in the world actually hope to have a ranking as a topic of conversation at the drinking table.

As one of the three sects and six schools, the Jade Palace has both vision and authority. They were the first to occupy this market, so they naturally became the leader in this industry.

Therefore, compared to the martial arts sects, the Jade Palace is more like a neutral force that plays with gossip...so it is natural that it has cooperated with the Illusion Pavilion before.

The Jade Palace accepted all the money, including money from the imperial court, money from the righteous, and money from the evil.

Tong Congdao smiled faintly, "Zhao Wumian must have a close relationship with Xiao Yuanmu. A traitor has transformed himself into a close minister of the empress and a prince of the court... Do you dare to use the momentum of the Longquan battle to make a big fuss about this matter?"

Jinse's face changed slightly. After lowering her head and pondering for a moment, she whispered:
"Weiming Hou is in the prime of his life. Right now, he seems to be transformed into a dragon in the rain. No matter who dares to stand in his way, they will not have a good ending. The ghost leader Liu Yuezhi, the brothers Guiyuan Guishou of Wugong Mountain, the crown prince Luo Shuzhi, the sword leader Yangshe Congyun, and the former Five Mountains Ding Jingcheng are all examples of this."

"Don't dare?" Tong Congdao raised his eyebrows slightly, "You dare to offend even Xiao Yuanmu, but you dare not offend Zhao Wumian?"

Jinse smiled bitterly, "I am just a little courtesan, how dare I make the decision... I still have to ask the palace master for permission."

"Then please ask for your instructions and give me an answer as soon as possible." Tong Congdao drank the last sip of wine, picked up the Miao Dao at his side, stood up, and closed his robe to cover his injuries.

Jinse sat in front of the small desk, looking at Tong Congdao's departing back, and couldn't help asking:
"Li Jingnan and Chou Manjiang were captured, and Ning Zhongxia was beheaded on the spot. His head was hung on the killing platform to be exposed to the sun and wind... These were all done by Wei Minghou. What kind of hatred do you have against him that you would sacrifice so much to become his enemy?"

Tong Congdao stood in front of the door, paused, and looked back at Jinse in doubt, "For people like me in Huanzhen Pavilion, what we seek is to follow our heart. Now that we have been beaten so badly by Zhao Wumian, we are holding our breath. How can we kneel down and beg for mercy from Zhao Wumian?"

"Giving in is also 'follow your heart', isn't it?"

Tong Congdao smiled coldly, "It is because of this kind of thinking that you are not worthy of building the bridge between heaven and earth."

After he finished speaking, Tong Congdao pushed the door open and left, his footsteps gradually fading away.

Jinse was scolded and looked unhappy, but she didn't dare to get angry.

One is a courtesan in a brothel, the other is a martial arts master. The gap in status is too big. If Jinse was not also a disciple of the Jade Palace, she would not be worthy of talking to Tong Congdao at all. She had to stand up and arrange for the message to be delivered.

However, Donghai is thousands of miles away from the capital, and it is unknown how many days it will take to go back and forth... I hope Tong Congdao will die in the capital before the letter arrives.

After finishing these official business, Jinse stood alone on the high platform, looking in the direction of Zeng Lengyue, and thought of Qingyan again.

She couldn't understand where this woman's charm came from. It was okay that she had a one-night stand with Wei Ming Hou, but afterwards the emperor was furious and confiscated Zeng Lengyue. Logically, Wei Ming Hou should have behaved himself for a few days, but how could he dare to go to Zeng Lengyue at such a sensitive time?
Isn't this like touching a tiger's butt? Don't you know that the emperor is angry?
However, given the relationship between Wei Ming Hou and the emperor, no matter how angry the emperor was, he would definitely not punish him. At most, he would vent his anger on Zeng Lengyue... The seizure at this moment was an example right in front of them.

While she was thinking, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she thought of a good idea to completely kill Qing Yan. She raised her hand and called for the servants.
"Go, ask someone to write a few stories about how Wei Ming Hou and Qing Yan met, got to know each other, and then fell in love... Write them overnight, and tomorrow morning I will hear about them from storytellers all over the capital."

"Ah?" The waiter looked confused. "Qing Yan and Wei Ming Hou? Didn't these two have a liking for each other the first time they met, and then they had a one-night stand?"

Jinse said angrily, "You idiot, you can't make up a story? You believe everything that Qingyan says? Are you from Ningxiang Pavilion or Zeng Lengyue?"

"Make it up?" The servant was hesitant. "Who in the capital doesn't know that the emperor has a close relationship with Marquis Weiming? If the emperor knew that the story of Marquis Weiming's love affair with another girl was spread everywhere in the capital, he would probably be furious again..."

"Be angry if you want." Jinse smiled coldly, "It would be best if you were so angry that you could just ask the guards to tie up Qingyan and bring him to the palace, and chop him into a human stick."

The servant shrank his neck, and immediately understood Jinse's thoughts. He thought to himself that women are really the most vicious. Qingyan has never even met you, and you are taking advantage of your misfortune...

"Why don't you go quickly?"

"Yes." The servant did not dare to disobey and quickly took his leave.

"Wait a minute."

The servant looked back.

Jinse smiled and said, "Write it more vividly and sweetly, so that people will feel that Wei Ming Hou and Qing Yan are a perfect match made in heaven."

The waiter blinked and said, "Yes..."

The dark night was gradually replaced by a ray of early morning light, and the entire night was divided into two, half dark and half bright. The beauty on the couch in the wing room of Ming'an Temple gradually fell into a half-asleep and half-awake state.

Mu Lier was curled up in the quilt, with only a small section of her snow-white arm sticking out. Her pure white dress was twisted into a ball in the corner of the couch, but there was no trace of her white silk stockings, so it was obvious that she was still wearing them.

"kindness……"

Mu Lier's martial arts skills are extremely high, and her physique is beyond reproach. If Zhao Wumian didn't use the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution, Mu Lier could have defeated him with one hand. But girls are naturally at a disadvantage in this regard. What's more, as Mu Lier's sword skills become more and more sophisticated, her perception becomes more and more delicate, which causes her to become more and more sensitive.

In the past, Mu Lier would soon feel dizzy and only felt extremely hot and hard, but now she could even feel a few blue veins on Zhao Wumian...

Being too good at perception is sometimes not a good thing...

And this time, Zhao Wumian even liked to respond to Luo Chaoyan's words and called her "Auntie" all the time.

As a result, the floor tiles on the side of the couch were clearly a different color from the surrounding tiles. A large area of ​​them looked like a urinal that had been accidentally kicked over.

Mu Lier tossed and turned in her bedding several times in a daze. It was simply because she was not sleeping well, because no matter where she slept, it was wet.

Suddenly, a hand came up from behind and placed on her waist, stopping her from rolling around.

Mu Lier frowned slightly and instinctively wanted to move the big hand away in her sleep.

Pfft————

First he briefly provoked Rijian a few times, and then suddenly Rijian rebelled.

Mu Lier's drowsy consciousness suddenly woke up, she opened her beautiful eyes, her body did not move, and her pretty face looked back in surprise.

Zhao Wumian lay on his side behind her, with one hand on her waist. Seeing Mu Lier coming, he leaned closer and said with a smile, "Master..."

"You!" Mu Li'er gritted her teeth and quickly looked back at the window. It was faintly bright, and it was obviously almost dawn. She deliberately lowered her voice and said, "The emperor and the nun are almost awake, what are you doing!?"

"It's not even dawn yet... Master, please don't make a sound."

"you……"

Boom————

The morning bell rang in the capital, and the streets and alleys immediately became noisy.

"Soy milk! Fried dough sticks!"

"Hot meat buns!"

Last night's spring rain made the streets a little chilly in the early morning. Street vendors on both sides handed steaming hot breakfast wrapped in oil paper to the customers in front of them.

Luo Chaoyan walked on the street, looking at the people around her, and from time to time went up to ask the vendors about the price of breakfast, in order to find out what the prices were like for the poor people in the capital.

But Luo Chaoyan was very shy, so she had to buy it after being asked, otherwise she would feel embarrassed. So Zhao Wumian, who was standing beside her, held a pile of breakfast wrapped in oil paper in his arms and bit a fried dough stick silently.

As the current emperor, Luo Chaoyan certainly could not stay outside the palace every day like Zhao Wumian. She had to hurry to change her clothes and attend the morning court.

With Zhao Wumian here, there is definitely no need for Mu Lier to escort him. Our Emperor Dali also cherishes the hard-earned time alone with his lover.

Mu Lier fainted countless times last night, and the house was a mess. She definitely didn't want the monks to clean it up, so she stayed in the temple to clean up the mess.

Guan Yunshu's face turned red as soon as he entered the room. He drew his sword and wanted to kill Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier, thinking that the two of them were undermining the sanctity of Buddhism.

But things had already happened, and the little nun could only stay and clean up with Mu Lier. However, it was foreseeable that they would inevitably make fun of each other and fight along the way.

Zhao Wumian had to escort Luo Chaoyan to the palace, so he had to leave the two women together... I hope Ming'an Temple will not be demolished.

"I really don't want to go. I also want to sleep in." Luo Chaoyan also took a fried dough stick in his hand, took small bites of it, and sighed softly.

Zhao Wumian took a bowl of soy milk and drank it while walking, without any demeanor of a royal prince, and whispered:

"Be clear-headed. You are the emperor. Although I remember many emperors who did not attend the morning court, we still have the stain of killing our brother. So we must do our best in other aspects and not let the common people and the court officials find fault with us."

Luo Chaoyan chewed the dough sticks, his cheeks puffed up slightly, "You don't sound very motivated."

"If you do more practical things, everyone will know that you are a wise ruler. In the future, when you marry a traitor like me, there will be less resistance, right?"

Luo Chaoyan chuckled, but she didn't feel embarrassed. "You're not right. I'd rather be a tyrant. That way, even if I marry a rebel, they won't be too surprised... After all, he's a tyrant, so it's not surprising that he does something ridiculous."

"Good idea, let's not go to the morning court, let's go for a stroll on the street together."

Luo Chaoyan gave Zhao Wumian a charming look and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

The two of them were talking and laughing as they walked down the street. They passed a tea stall next to the corner tower in the market town and heard the sweet voice of the storyteller.

"Today, let's continue telling you about Weiming Hou Zhao Wumian..."

Luo Chaoyan stopped and looked sideways, smiling and saying, "That's great. Back then, we were still fleeing in Jin, but now we can just walk on the street and listen to the storyteller telling stories."

Zhao Wumian smiled, but he was actually a little embarrassed in his heart. He felt a little narcissistic to hear others talking about his affairs in person. He was not a little nun, so he changed the subject and said confidently:
"I have risked my life many times to get this. Now I have peace and stability, and in the future I will definitely get you and Yuan Mu living in harmony!"

"Haha, it's Xiao Yuanmu." Luo Chaoyan laughed a few times without any emotion, corrected him again, then took a bite of the fried dough stick, turned his eyes away from the storyteller, and walked away.

The storyteller didn't know that the Emperor of Dali and Marquis Weiming passed by the tea stall and said loudly with spit flying:
"Last night, Marquis Weiming defeated Guiyuan Zhenren of Wugong Mountain in front of Zeng Lengyue. In that scene, he raised his hand and turned the wind and rain in the city and the lake water into dragons. I'm sure everyone knows about this. So today, we are not going to talk about fighting and killing... guess what we are going to talk about?"

"Hey! We didn't see the fight last night. If you don't tell us, how can we know the details?"

"Let's continue talking about Wei Ming Hou and Gui Yuan! The water dragon that fell down was like an earth dragon turning over. I don't know how they fought..."

The storyteller looked at the excited audience, took a sip of tea, coughed lightly, and then hit the wake-up stick.

Snapped----

"It's not about fighting, it's about love~"

Luo Chaoyan suddenly stopped and looked sideways in confusion.

Zhao Wumian was stunned. What the hell? You stinky storyteller, instead of talking about fighting and killing, you specifically talk about the story between me and the girls?

Although he was surprised, Zhao Wumian was also quite curious. He wondered how people in the martial arts world viewed his relationship with Su Qingqi and Shen Xiangge... Currently, people in the martial arts world probably only knew that he had a relationship with these two women, and the rest of the three evil women were basically just talk.

The storyteller smiled and said, "Zeng Lengyue's courtesan Qing Yan had a one-night stand with Wei Ming Hou, which angered the emperor, who confiscated her on the spot... Today, we will marry this courtesan to Wei Ming Hou."

There was silence among the people seated, and Zhao Wumian was also confused.

Luo Chaoyan's expression had changed from curiosity to a slightly cold one.

"With Miss Qingyan? Tell us quickly." The audience urged.

The storyteller took another sip of tea to whet his appetite before continuing:
"That year, Wei Minghou was sixteen years old, and he just started to go out into the martial arts world. He was full of vigor and ambition, and he rode a horse with a sword. That year, Qing Yan was fifteen years old. Her original surname was Bai, and she came from a martial arts family. Unfortunately, when she was nine years old, her enemies came to seek revenge and wiped out her family. That's when she entered the world of prostitution."

"Doesn't everyone in the martial arts world know that Wei Ming Hou is sixteen years old? He should have just started to show his talent a few years ago..."

"The Marquis did not appear out of thin air. Maybe his martial arts skills were not very high when he was sixteen, so he was not well-known."

The storyteller paid no attention to the following arguments and continued to speak slowly:

"The capital is always a place that people from the underworld have to come to. There are so many heroes in the underworld. If there is a stone, the capital alone has eight buckets. Wei Minghou came here for the title of the top scorer of that year, but as the saying goes, a penny can make a hero fall, so he went to the Detective Department to receive a wanted order to hunt down the famous Jing Hongke..."

"Jing Hong Ke is really amazing. His swordsmanship impressed even Chief Constable Su. That's why he has been arrested for so long. But the Marquis was unknown. One person went after him with a sword and beheaded him in three moves. But he never expected that Jing Hong Ke was so powerful that he seriously injured the Marquis before he died..."

"At that time, Marquis Weiming was alone in the capital, with no relatives. He dragged his injured body and fainted on the street until he met her... Qingyan brought him back to the brothel and took good care of him. She helped the Marquis, a stranger, and the Marquis didn't care that she was a prostitute..."

"But Jing Hongke has an elder brother, nicknamed Boundless Blood Blade in Jianghu. He killed all the enemies of Qing Yan and wanted to find out the whereabouts of Qing Yan...The story of the two begins now."

The storyteller took a sip of tea and moistened his throat.

Zhao Wumian knew something was wrong the moment he heard the beginning, and said, "This is purely a rumor, made up..."

Luo Chaoyan raised her hand to interrupt Zhao Wumian, crossed her arms, and frowned, "I know it's fake, but I want to see how the world thinks of you and that woman..."

Zhao Wumian was helpless, "Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

"Sir, please don't interrupt me. We are getting to the exciting part."

The storyteller spoke eloquently, his saliva flying, "Weiming Hou was surrounded and attacked by Wubianxuedao and Qingyan's enemies, and was finally defeated. Qingyan was seriously injured in order to save him. The two of them hugged each other at that time..."

Luo Chaoyan suddenly turned around and left, "I don't want to listen anymore."

Zhao Wumian followed reluctantly, "You're angry when you hear something fake."

"I'm not angry, I just can't understand why such a thing would spread in the martial arts world." Luo Chaoyan had a blank expression, "groundless rumors?"

"This is how the world is. Most people come here for fun..."

The two chatted as they walked towards the Imperial Palace, but every time they passed by a tea stall or tavern, there would always be a storyteller telling the story of Zhao Wumian and Qing Yan. Of course, they would take turns telling the story of the fighting and killing between them and Gui Yuan, which was a change of taste.

At the beginning, Luo Chaoyan would chat with Zhao Wumian, but in the end, she was silent all the way and her little ears turned red.

This is angry.

After returning to the palace and changing into the dragon robe, Zhao Wumian stroked the handle of the Wuhen sword in the study room of the Taiji Hall. "People in the martial arts world are not so gossipy. There must be someone behind this. Let me check it out."

Luo Chaoyan had an expressionless face as the maid straightened her clothes. She said calmly, "I want to summon Qingyan to the palace and ask her what happened between her and Marquis Weiming."

Zhao Wumian was helpless, "That's all fake."

"What the Jianghu people say is false, but I know that this is not the first time you two have met, right?"

"…Is His Majesty really angry?"

"I'm not angry." Luo Chaoyan put his hands behind his back, and seeing that the court officials were already waiting in the Taiji Hall, he said no more and walked away.

Zhao Wumian listened to the footsteps gradually moving away, and then heard Luo Chaoyan's cold voice coming from the hall.

"Today, all tea stalls and taverns are closed... Check the annual tax!"

Zhao Wumian held his forehead with his hand and sighed softly, then raised his hand to call for the female official Zhongli.

"Master Hou."

"Notify the Detective Department and send someone to investigate where those rumors came from."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)