Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 427 Rolling Eyes

The snowfall in Yanyun has finally stopped, with only a few fine snowflakes falling intermittently from the sky. In the warm morning light, the snowflakes carry a hazy glow.

Kaka————

A wisp of smoke rose from the kitchen chimney, and the willow trees beside the courtyard swayed in the wind, like a verdant tide.

Zhao Wumian added firewood to the fire, lifted the lid of the pot, and white steam rose from inside. He then added scallions, salt, and chopped meat to make a pot of lean meat porridge.

Although his movements were methodical, his eyes seemed somewhat unfocused.

Everyone in the martial arts world said he was a womanizer, and Zhao Wumian often joked about it, but he always felt that he was definitely not a lecherous scoundrel. Back when he hadn't lost his memory, he was preoccupied with Jiu'er's matter, and Yuanmu was waiting for him in Lin'an. He didn't philander at all.

Now that he has many wives, it all comes down to love... With love involved, he naturally won't turn a blind eye. It can only be said that life is unpredictable and fate has its own way of things. Even the current emperor is in love with him.

But now that I think about it carefully, having many wives isn't always a good thing, like right now... there's simply not enough time.

To ensure the girls were all comfortable, one night wasn't enough... By the time the girls were all satisfied and exhausted, a full day and night had already passed.

The sun was high in the sky, and before I knew it, another day had passed.

If this continues in the future, then Zhao Wumian's life in his harem will obviously not be one of nightly revelry, but rather one of day and night revelry.

However, martial arts masters are guaranteed to live for at least a hundred years, and Zhao Wumian has complete confidence in his talent. He will steadily climb the ranks, and ascension to immortality is not impossible.

When the time comes, I'll ascend to immortality with the girls. What does time matter then?
Therefore, Zhao Wumian was not expressing his feelings, but rather reminiscing.

It's often said that ordinary couples get tired of each other after a few years and eventually develop a sense of awe and distance themselves from such matters, but Zhao Wumian didn't believe it at all.

There was nothing that could be done; each of the ladies was stunningly beautiful, yet none of them were exactly alike, and their feelings were simply indescribable.

Time flows like water.

Zhao Wumian ladled out several bowls of porridge, carried them on a tray, and went into the house.

Indeed, time flows like water. Although they lived in the northern part of Yanyun, they suddenly felt like they were in a water town in Jiangnan... The air inside the house seemed to be filled with moisture.

Luo Xiangzhu was naked and sleeping on the innermost side. Last night... or rather yesterday, she and Mu Li'er had been playing on top of each other for a long time, which had left her very tired. She was still fast asleep and no one knew when she would wake up.

Mu Li'er was sleeping beside Luo Xiangzhu. When she heard the door open, she groggily opened her eyes for a moment, then gently closed them again, her pretty face still flushed.

Mu Li'er was the most hydrated and juicy, not only was her skin so delicate that it seemed as if water droplets would overflow if you pinched it, but the rest of her body was the same, and only the Empress Dowager could compare to her.

I don't know how much water I secretly drank yesterday, but I'm still thirsty. I asked Zhao Wumian to boil a few more kettles of water and put them on the table... Now I see that the kettles are empty again.

Guan Yunshu, however, snuggled up to Shen Xiangge like a lazy kitten, with a few strands of hair sticking to her face, and just like Luo Xiangzhu, she was still unable to wake up.

After all, Shen Xiangge was the main force yesterday. Not long ago, she called herself a wild flower and flirted with Zhao Wumian. As a result, she really was wild. After resting for a while, she wanted to straighten her back and clamp down again. However, she just liked to see the contrasting appearance of Guan Yunshu, the nun, and insisted on dragging her along. As a result, they have gone too far now.

Despite her high level of martial arts skills, she lay slumped on the couch like Luo Xiangzhu, her eyelids heavy. Even when she knew Zhao Wumian was coming in, she couldn't open her eyes. She just lazily turned over and mumbled a whimper.

Xiao Lengyue was still awake. She was simply wearing an outer garment and sitting on the floor, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought. It was unclear whether the scene from yesterday had a great impact on her or if she was thinking about something else.

Su Qingqi was resting her head on her lap, her sleeping face adorable.

Su Qingqi was the youngest, and as she rested her head on Xiao Lengyue's pillow, she genuinely had the illusion of a daughter acting coquettishly towards her mother, but the actual situation was not like that at all.

Both women were fair-skinned and pretty, and last night they were paired together as a perfect match. But even among white jade buns, there are differences, and the taste is quite different...

Just look at Zhao Wumian; he hadn't slept for a day and a night, yet he was still radiant, imposing, and full of energy.

As she pushed open the door, a cool breeze swept into the room, causing Xiao Lengyue's robe to flutter slightly to the side, revealing glimpses of her smooth, white skin and the two perfectly round white moons that were barely visible.

This brought Xiao Lengyue back to her senses. She looked at Zhao Wumian, and the scene from last night flashed through her mind, making even this usually calm and collected top martial arts expert blush.

The time it took for Zhao Wumian to cook this pot of porridge to end was actually only a fraction of the time it would have taken to finish.

Xiao Lengyue's body was still uncontrollably numb, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

This was only because Zhao Wumian took pity on her as it was her first time; otherwise, she would be exhausted and fast asleep by now.

But she still maintained the composure befitting a concubine, keeping a straight face and feigning calmness, and asked softly:

"Aren't you going to rest?"

"Men and women are different, and I'm not tired."

"Really? Then why do I hear people in the city say, 'There are no fields that are over-plowed, only oxen that are worn out'?"

"I'm not an ordinary person."

Zhao Wumian closed the door, placed the plate on the table, picked up a bowl of porridge, and sat down next to Xiao Lengyue.

He raised his hand to stroke his aunt's slender waist, wanting to hold her and feed her porridge.

Xiao Lengyue jolted and quickly turned to dodge, blurting out her passive ability, "What do you want to do? I'm your aunt!"

?

Zhao Wumian looked at her questioningly, "I know, if Auntie doesn't want to, then I won't call you Leng Yue, I'll continue to call you Auntie..."

Xiao Lengyue recalled that she had almost confronted Ting Lieyue yesterday, and their relationship was no longer what it used to be. Her expression and tone immediately softened.

"You, you should still call her Aunt Leng Yue, otherwise... it's a disgrace to the family."

"Cold Moon?"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lengyue suddenly straightened her face upon hearing this and reprimanded her in an elder's tone:

"Who do you think you are to call me by that name? You have no manners! Do you think your aunt is some kind of servant, that you can just call her by her first name whenever you want?"

Zhao Wumian: "..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Lengyue realized that she must have been confused by the argument yesterday, which was why she kept contradicting herself.

She immediately dared not say anything more, reached out her little hand to pick up the bowl, and silently drank the porridge.

Zhao Wumian knew that this matter had a huge impact on his aunt. If the two of them were alone, enjoying romantic moments under the moon, it would be fine, but last night... one, two, three... there must have been seven people in total.

Xiao Lengyue had never experienced anything like this between men and women in her entire life. She was just starting out and was already doing this kind of thing. It would be strange if she could get used to it immediately.

Zhao Wumian didn't say much, giving his aunt time to process it herself. He put his arm around Su Qingqi's shoulder, helped her up and lean on his shoulder, picked up the porridge, and said softly.

"Miss Su, have some porridge, ah..."

Hearing her lover's pet name for her, Su Qingqi groggily opened her eyes, glanced at it, then closed them again as if exhausted, obediently opening her mouth.

"Ah...mm."

"Although I don't cook often, my cooking skills are actually pretty good. This should be congee with preserved egg and lean pork, but I don't like preserved eggs..."

Zhao Wumian spoke privately with Su Qingqi to keep her awake so she wouldn't fall asleep again, and then blew on the porridge before gently feeding her.

Su Qingqi parted her red lips slightly and obediently drank the porridge. After finishing a bowl, Zhao Wumian asked her if she wanted more. She then mustered her strength and leaned in to give Zhao Wumian a light peck on the lips before leaning against his shoulder and falling asleep again.

Zhao Wumian laid her down, covered her with blankets, and then did the same to the other girls, feeding them porridge in turn.

Every now and then they would go out and get a few more bowls, and soon the pot of porridge was empty. The girls inside were full and slept even more soundly.

They were so exhausted that even after Guan Yunshu regained some strength, they didn't scold him for his immoral behavior; instead, they just focused on drinking their porridge.

Zhao Wumian tidied up the empty bowls, then looked at Xiao Lengyue, "Lengyue... Auntie, why don't you take a nap? I'll clean up."

He still habitually called her Aunt.

Xiao Lengyue's face had returned to calm, showing little embarrassment. She nodded slightly, handed over the empty bowl, and watched Zhao Wumian leave.

Soon, the faint sounds of washing dishes and pots could be heard from the kitchen next door.

Even though Xiao Lengyue was exhausted, she felt extremely energetic at the moment and couldn't fall asleep at all.

It wasn't that the scene last night was too shocking, but that she still couldn't believe that she and Zhao Wumian had actually taken that step.

The relationship between the two has changed dramatically compared to the past. It is obviously inappropriate to continue to treat each other in the same manner as before, but she is not used to being Mrs. Zhao obediently.

As Xiao Lengyue pondered these confused matters, she suddenly remembered something, slowly got up, tied her dress tightly, wrapped herself in Zhao Wumian's fox fur, put on her shoes and socks, and went out to the kitchen.

The fire under the stove had not yet gone out, making it slightly stuffy.

Zhao Wumian was still washing the dishes when she saw Xiao Lengyue suddenly walk over. She glanced at her and saw Xiao Lengyue's hands emerging from her fox fur coat, gently pinching the hem of the coat and wrapping it around her body, looking like a young lady from a noble family.

"Isn't Auntie full yet?"

Xiao Lengyue shook her head slightly, walked closer and looked around the kitchen before saying, "You've been so busy serving your wife, have you eaten anything yourself?"

Zhao Wumian hadn't eaten yet and was just about to make himself something simple when he shook his head. "I'll make some more... Auntie, please wait and have some more together."

Xiao Lengyue's body was still a little weak, so she casually leaned against the kitchen table and quietly looked at Zhao Wumian.

After Zhao Wumian washed the pot, he threw in firewood to fuel the fire, heated oil to fry eggs, and soon the kitchen was filled with a sizzling sound.

Xiao Lengyue watched his skillful movements, her expression filled with curiosity, "You can cook?"

"Jiu'er and I have been traveling around for over a decade; we can't eat out every day."

“Oh…” Xiao Lengyue’s beautiful eyes were lost in thought as she thought of Zhao Wumian’s appearance when he was a child.

Before Jiu'er was around, the two of them would stay in their Lin'an house and sleep in late, always sending food to the Lin'an restaurant. They were living a life of decadence.

If Jiu'er doesn't return soon, the kitchen in Lin'an will probably never be lit again.

Now, even Zhao Wumian, a grown man, has learned to cook.

Soon, the scene in my eyes was covered by yesterday's view again.

She's grown up, really grown up... Xiao Lengyue's pretty face couldn't help but blush again.

Zhao Wumian quickly fried a few poached eggs and steamed a few white buns, and he and Xiao Lengyue enjoyed their meal in the kitchen.

Xiao Lengyue didn't eat much; most of it ended up in Zhao Wumian's stomach.

She simply propped her cheek up and looked at Zhao Wumian with a hint of concern for her as a concubine, but this conflicted with her identity as 'Madam Zhao'. Her expression became complicated from time to time, and she was torn between her inner thoughts and her own.

After finishing the meal, Zhao Wumian washed the dishes before looking at Xiao Lengyue again.

"Aren't you going back to rest, Auntie? Aren't you tired?"

"I'm too tired to sleep, and besides, Auntie is a martial arts champion, her physique is far superior to that of an ordinary woman. No matter how much you struggle, you shouldn't be like those young wives who faint as soon as they hit the bed..."

These words seem to belittle Zhao Wumian's abilities, and it's clear that Xiao Lengyue was misled by Zhao Wumian's pity last night.

After eating, with nothing else to do, it was natural to go back and rest. However, Xiao Lengyue couldn't sleep either, so she glanced at Zhao Wumian, knowing the appetite of martial artists, and suggested:
"It's just a short walk to town. How about your aunt takes you out to eat?"

"I'm not particularly hungry..." Zhao Wumian knew that Xiao Lengyue hadn't recovered yet and wanted to spend more time with her aunt, so she changed the subject and said:
"But it wouldn't hurt to go for a stroll, let's go."

The two left the courtyard, but instead of going to a restaurant, they walked together under the willow trees along the clear glacial river.

Unlike her affectionate interactions with other girls, when they walked together, Xiao Lengyue always felt her face burning. She would glance around from time to time, as if she were a young lady from a noble family having an affair with her lover, always suspecting that someone had seen them alone together.

Zhao Wumian had no such concerns. In a rather good mood, he casually broke off a green branch, took a few steps, and flicked it around, leaving trails in the snow.

Two sets of footprints were left in the snow by the river, gradually receding into the distance. But Zhao Wumian did not stray too far from the courtyard. Looking back, he could always see the small courtyard sitting on the snow slope.

The birds flying by kept screeching.

Seeing Zhao Wumian's lighthearted mood, Xiao Lengyue gradually calmed down, tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and asked softly, "You..."

"Shh~" Zhao Wumian suddenly grabbed Xiao Lengyue's hand, interrupting her and making a shushing gesture. Xiao Lengyue was taken aback, then saw Zhao Wumian staring intently at the clear river water.

The atmosphere by the river instantly became oppressive, and there was no sound at all.

Xiao Lengyue glanced at Zhao Wumian's focused profile and for some reason became somewhat lost in thought.

She was suddenly brought back to her senses by a crisp 'plop' sound. She saw a river fish leap out of the water, and Zhao Wumian pointed his finger in mid-air. The energy surged out, and the river fish tilted its head and spun around before being flung into the snow on the opposite bank.

The fish's brain was shattered.

Zhao Wumian rubbed his fingertips, muttering to himself, "Still too far off..."

Xiao Lengyue looked at the unfortunate river fish on the opposite bank and chuckled, "Why are you taking a fish so seriously?"

"I'm practicing martial arts."

"Something I gleaned from the world-reclusive sheath of the sword that transcends the world?"

"It's a secret." Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly.

Xiao Lengyue frowned slightly, her anger rising. "You still have secrets about your aunt?"

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and sucked up the swimming fish, then smiled at Xiao Lengyue.

"To put it another way, it's not a secret, it's a surprise."

"what?"

Kaka————

As the campfire blazed, the scaled river fish were skewered on the fire, their skins quickly crackling as they roasted.

Xiao Lengyue sat by the campfire, hugging her knees, her face expressionless.

"Grilled fish is the surprise?"

"Of course not, I'm just a little hungry."

"Then why don't you go to a restaurant in town and insist on catching your own fish?"

"I just wanted to walk around with my aunt."

Xiao Lengyue was slightly taken aback, and her cheeks flushed almost imperceptibly. Although it wasn't a touching love confession, it still made her heart beat a little faster.

While warming the sticks stuck in the snow, Zhao Wumian, bored, bent down and picked up a few pebbles from the snow, held them in his palm, and stood by the river, skipping them across the water.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh————

The riverbank was quiet, with fine snowflakes falling, and only the soft sound of pebbles scraping the water's surface.

Xiao Lengyue sat there, hugging her knees, watching Zhao Wumian's back.

Although Zhao Wumian didn't say much, the soft sound of skipping stones made her feel inexplicably more relaxed. She also relaxed her posture, resting her forearm on her knee and propping her cheek up.

She thought to herself that she was acting like a young girl who had just married into the family, prone to overthinking.

Sometimes, when Zhao Wumian skipped a good stone, she would raise her voice in praise.

"Well played."

After throwing the stones, Zhao Wumian felt bored and looked back.

Xiao Lengyue's dark hair was not tied up as usual, but casually draped over her waist. She propped her cheek up and tilted her head to look at him, her hair swaying gently in the wind, and fine snowflakes falling on her shoulders.

This wasn't the first time Zhao Wumian had felt this way, but he still couldn't help but walk over and sit down, saying:

"Auntie is so beautiful."

“No matter how beautiful she is, she’s already an old woman.” Xiao Lengyue shook her head slightly, fiddling with the grilled fish in front of the campfire.

Xiao Lengyue thought Zhao Wumian would say something like that she wasn't very old, but unexpectedly Zhao Wumian said:

"Growing old together wouldn't be bad either."

Xiao Lengyue raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Why don't you refute the idea that your aunt is still young?"

"Forget it. If Auntie is still young, then I'm still a little kid now. I've had enough of looking like this when I was little. I can't even practice martial arts to my full potential, lest I damage my bones..."

"It's fine now. When we walk together, everyone will think we're a perfect match. If we were kids, we would be mistaken for mother and daughter."

Xiao Lengyue couldn't help but smile as she recalled the past.

Zhao Wumian estimated that the fish was almost cooked, reached out to take it, but Xiao Lengyue slapped the back of his hand.

"It's not done baking yet, what's the rush?"

"I'm hungry," Zhao Wumian asked. "Does Auntie have any snacks with her?"

"How am I supposed to carry all that stuff..."

Xiao Lengyue shook her head slightly, but then suddenly remembered what happened last night. She paused, her lips trembled slightly, and she shifted her hips back.

Then she thought again that she was so shy and timid, like a bullied punching bag, and she didn't have a trace of the demeanor of an aunt.

How can things stay like this... No matter how the relationship changes, she is still Zhao Wumian's aunt.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lengyue suddenly straightened her face, raised her head majestically, and beckoned to Zhao Wumian with her finger, "Come here."

Zhao Wumian asked casually, and upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow and moved closer, only to see his aunt raise her hand and pull him closer again.

Then, Xiao Lengyue opened her fox fur coat, covering herself to the sides, and looked around warily with her beautiful eyes to make sure no one was there. Then, she gently lifted her clothes with her delicate hand.

Duang ~
The full moon emerged from the clouds, trembling precariously in the snow.

Xiao Lengyue blushed, but tried her best to appear calm.

"Eat..."

Zhao Wumian was taken aback by his aunt's wildness, staring at her intently before bending down to examine her closely.

boo~
Xiao Lengyue's delicate hand gripping the fox fur suddenly tightened, her beautiful eyes widened, and she began to regret it again, thinking to herself why she had acted like such a big shot. But since she had already done it, she couldn't just push Zhao Wumian away again, so she could only bite her lower lip tightly.

Gradually, her delicate body began to tremble slightly, and her beautiful eyes became increasingly hazy.

Kaka————

The river fish in front of the campfire had already been charred.

Her breathing became a little rapid.

Suddenly, her gaze rose and she lost her balance. Zhao Wumian picked her up and quickly carried her back to the courtyard, where the young lady was still resting.

The two could only sneak food from the kitchen.

As soon as the kitchen door closed, Zhao Wumian hugged her tightly and pinned his aunt against the door.

The fox fur coat hung to the ground, and his palm caressed his aunt's hot, soft skin through the thin dress.

What needed to be said was already said last night.

Xiao Lengyue was lost in thought, simply because she couldn't get used to the sudden change in their relationship.

She was already infatuated, but she still pretended to be calm and made excuses to save face, saying:

"You, you know about the Xiao family's offspring... Auntie isn't a promiscuous woman, she just desperately wanted a child, that's why..."

"I understand..." Zhao Wumian buried his face in Xiao Lengyue's slender neck, his nose filled with her delicate fragrance. He nibbled on his aunt's ear and murmured:

"Then I'll put in a lot more effort..."

A soft groan came from the kitchen. Inside the room, Shen Xiangge, lying on the couch, raised her small face in a daze, glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and then quickly closed her eyes again, muttering to herself as if in a dream.

"Hmph...stealing a steamed bun..."

Amidst the vast snow-covered plains, a fine horse galloped past. Xiao Yuanmu and Ziyi rode together on the same horse, heading north.

The little white snake was coiled on the purple-clad woman's shoulder, and on her little head she wore a cute little red cotton hat. The hat's brim was tied with a string like a scarf, wrapping her up warmly.

Her little head swayed left and right.

I can play with Zhao Wumian again! I'm so happy!

The little white snakes could smell Zhao Wumian's scent, so they weren't afraid of getting lost.

Because Xiao Yuanmu was too small to ride a horse alone, he sat alone in front of the woman in purple, holding a map in his hand and looking down at it... but it was not a map of Yan and Yun, but a grassland.

As a nomadic people, the Rong people would lead their cattle and sheep wherever there was grass after the spring, grazing on one patch of grassland before moving on to find another.

This is fine for ordinary tribes, but the Rong people, who once occupied half of the Central Plains, have obviously been influenced by the culture of the Central Plains to some extent over the decades.

Therefore, apart from the scattered tribes, there were still capital cities on the grasslands.

Mingdu... was the largest city built by the Rong people on the grassland, and also the most prosperous place on the grassland.

The character 明 originally meant the dark part of the Northern Sea, but since that character was considered unlucky, it was changed to '明'.

The Great Khan of the Steppe lived there... but this Great Khan was useless; he was merely Uudam's puppet, serving as a royal mascot.

If you want to find the Imperial Seal of the State, you must go to the Ming capital to find out.

Even if Uudam carried these nine bells with him, he could still find some scraps of the Imperial Seal of the State... namely, Tianxuan Dust.

You should gain something from this.

The imperial court had sent people to spy on the Ming capital before, but most of them died on the grasslands.

Now that Shaman Tian is dead, the Yan-Yun war has suffered a setback, and the situation in Jin remains tense, the defensive forces of Mingdu are likely to be much weaker.

Although he expected Wu Kui to be involved, as long as it wasn't someone of Wudamu's or Shamantian's level, it wouldn't cause Zhao Wumian much trouble.

She put away the map, looked at the faint horizon of the snow-covered plain, put aside these official matters, and turned to think of her master.

I wonder if things will go smoothly for her... Sigh, she's usually so energetic and decisive, but when it comes to matters of love and sex, she becomes like a young girl.

I suspect they're still hesitating.

When I meet them, I'll probably have to ask her for help.

Zi Yi gripped the reins tightly, not having as many thoughts as Xiao Yuanmu, her mind solely focused on Tian Xuanchen's matter.

If this trip to the grasslands goes smoothly, that would be wonderful...

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I've developed feelings for him, so I've been going in every day for the past few chapters.

Each upload requires several revisions before it can be released.

Everyone is numb.

Sometimes correcting a typo can draw attention and lead to the deletion of certain paragraphs.

Ugh.

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