Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 24: Mandarin Duck Peach Blossom
Zhao Wumian dealt with Jiang Bai cleanly and efficiently in just five moves. Shisong Street was deserted, so no government office heard the noise and came to check. There was plenty of time. After Zhao Wumian slowly dealt with all the traces and made sure that everything was foolproof, it was already late at night.

Although the lights in Taiyuan city were still bright, the streets were a little deserted.

Zhao Wumian wrapped Bi Bo and the sword with black cloth, pulled down his hat to cover his face, and dressed like a regular gangster before turning left and right and returning to the inn.

Although they did not find the King of Jin's horse, they killed Jiang Bai, one of the two evil spirits, seized a famous sword, and got a string of Buddhist beads, which was a great harvest. The most important thing was the Snow Owl sent by Yan Jiu.

He is not good at light work, and if he rashly sneaks into Prince Jin's Mansion, he will only be surrounded and attacked. With Snow Owl, he can let it go for reconnaissance, which saves a lot of effort... During the time when Snow Owl is looking for a horse, he can continue to practice.

Qinggong should also be put on the agenda. There are still four kinds of martial arts in the "Five Qi Classic" that have not been mastered, or the time spent practicing martial arts is too short.

Zhao Wumian sighed. It would be nice if he could practice in seclusion for a few years, but building a car by himself would definitely not be as good as Miss Su's personal guidance. As everyone knows, whether it is building a car or driving a car, you need a master to lead you in. However, some students have found teachers on the Internet early on. They are diligent, studious, and talented...

Arriving at the door of the two women, Zhao Wumian was about to knock, but he remembered that it was already late at night and the two were probably asleep. He shook his head and prepared to knock on the door again tomorrow morning, but his keen five senses allowed him to hear some subtle whispers coming from inside the house.

"Your Majesty, do you think this will really work?"

"Men and women are different. I can't examine his physical condition in detail, but after observing him for a few days, I estimate that the cold jade poison in his body should have been eliminated long ago, but that kind of overbearing poison cannot be without sequelae."

"What are the side effects?"

"I can't really explain it. There are basically no cases of people surviving after being infected with the Cold Jade Gu in this valley... We need to observe for a while longer."

"Oh……"

"This is also my first time to make a medicinal bath. You can try it first to see if it works. Logically, after soaking in it, you will first feel itchy all over your body, then feel warm as water, and finally your qi and blood will be filled. Regardless of whether it can cure the sequelae, it is very useful for you martial artists."

"Ah? Wouldn't it be a waste to give it to me?"

"What's the waste? It's only a few thousand taels of silver. I'm not sure about the effect, so I only boiled this bucket. If the effect is significant, I will prepare one for each of you two... Do you want to brew a bucket with him?"

"Ah no no no..."

"Then hurry up."

After that, the clear sound of taking off clothes and the subtle sound of entering water were heard from the room.

"It actually floated up... Qingqi, you are only sixteen this year, right?"

"Yes, I just turned sixteen in June..."

Zhao Wumian's eyebrows were frivolous, thinking of Su Qingqi's slender waist and the collar that was about to burst out, that extreme contrast...

He shook his head repeatedly, clearing away the distracting thoughts in his mind. He thought it would be better not to disturb them, so he pushed open the door of his room. But as the door opened, as if some mechanism was pulled, a crisp sound of wind chimes seemed to come from the next room, and then the whispering next door stopped abruptly.

Su Qingqi's almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened. She didn't care about her wet body. She climbed out of the bathtub, put on her coat, leaned against the wall with a sword in hand, and waited for battle.

Luo Chaoyan knocked on the wall gently, "But the young master is back?"

Zhao Wumian rubbed his brows, thinking that the two women were extremely cautious and even set up traps in his room. He knocked on the wall in response and whispered, "Just got back."

Su Qingqi let out a long sigh and put away his sword.

The two continued to communicate in low voices through the wall.

"Are you hurt?" Luo Chaoyan did not ask Zhao Wumian why he did not look for them, but instead concerned about his health first.

Zhao Wumian was slightly stunned. Actually, there really was one. The wound on his shoulder had not healed yet when he fought with Jiang Bai, causing the wound to tear and bleed a lot. There were also bruises of varying degrees on his body. He said, "It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious."

"What do you mean? Let me check it out first... Come here."

"Hmm?" Zhao Wumian subconsciously thought of Su Qingqi's beautiful figure and couldn't help asking, "Is it suitable?"

"Come here quickly." Luo Chaoyan's voice was unquestionable.

Zhao Wumian had to wait for more than ten seconds, and only knocked on the door when he estimated that Su Qingqi had put on her clothes.

Luo Chaoyan opened the wooden door and welcomed him in. There was no change in the furnishings in the room, except that there was a steaming wooden barrel next to the screen. The room was full of the aroma of medicine, but Su Qingqi was not there.

"I asked the waiter to buy some medicinal herbs and make them into a medicinal bath. Young master, you can move back to your room and take a bath in it later. It has the effects of strengthening the body, healing hidden injuries, replenishing qi and blood, and strengthening muscles and bones." Luo Chaoyan explained, pointing to the wooden barrel.

"Thank you, Your Majesty...where is Miss Su?" Zhao Wumian looked around and didn't see Su Qingqi, so he asked.

"Let's take a break..." Luo Chaoyan paused for a moment, then sat down at the table, "Come here, where are you injured?"

In fact, Su Qingqi was hiding in bed, pulling the curtains, her heart pounding because she was too wet to see anyone. Zhao Wumian glanced at the tightly drawn curtains, shook his head slightly, sat down in front of Luo Chaoyan, and unbuttoned his shirt.

Luo Chaoyan glanced at the white cloth stained with bright red, then stretched out her jade fingers to gently stroke the bruises on Zhao Wumian's body, and asked in a calm tone: "Who did you fight with?"

"Jiang Bai."

Luo Chaoyan paused for a moment. She knew who Jiang Bai was. She cut open the white cloth, took out the medicine, and gently applied it to Zhao Wumian. She did not ask Zhao Wumian if this action had alerted the enemy. Instead, she asked softly, "Why did you fight with him?"

Zhao Wumian briefly recounted what happened. Luo Chaoyan remained expressionless, and with gentle movements, he just nodded slightly and said with concern: "If that's the case, leave the search for the Thousand-Li Horse to that bird. Young Master can have a good rest these days."

"I want to practice martial arts for a few more days. Jiang Bai is worthy of the title of the master of external martial arts. I can't break his defense. If it weren't for the poison from the emperor, I might have to fight him for a long time before I could kill him."

"That is the poison that Master carefully cultivated. It may not be as powerful as the Cold Jade Poison, but it is not much worse." Luo Chaoyan's tone was a little proud, and then he said: "Young Master, if you want to practice, then practice. I will prepare more medicinal baths for you. Don't worry about hurting your body from excessive martial arts."

When he came back from being injured, someone treated him... The two of them were in such a dangerous situation, and they huddled together for warmth. Zhao Wumian looked at Luo Chaoyan's gentle expression and movements, and suddenly thought of Yan Jiu and his wife, and then he couldn't help but said, "It would be better if you weren't the legitimate princess."

"Why?" Luo Chaoyan was slightly stunned and asked with his eyes raised.

Zhao Wumian was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "When I travel outside, someone carefully prepares medicinal baths for me and heals my wounds when I come back... Well, if the emperor is just an ordinary female doctor who runs a clinic, I will definitely patronize it every day."

"Can you get injured every day?" Luo Chaoyan rolled her eyes at Zhao Wumian and was amused by him.

Zhao Wumian was also laughing, "In the underworld, getting hurt is commonplace. Your head is hanging on your belt."

"You can't stand being injured every day. You're not made of iron." Luo Chaoyan smiled and shook her head.

"You can't come to the clinic if you're not injured? You know my dream since I was a child is to save lives and become a doctor."

"Oh? Then why did you become a gangster?"

“The dreams you have as a child are different from the dreams you have when you are 18.”

Luo Chaoyan paused for a moment as she applied the medicine, then said slowly:
"In fact, I don't want to be a legitimate princess... When I was a child, I just wanted to live with my mother. Even now, at the age of eighteen, I still only want to live with my mother... But now that things have come to this, I enjoy all the privileges that being a legitimate princess brings me, and naturally I should also bear the risk of being hunted down by the martial arts world."

Zhao Wumian looked at Luo Chaoyan's somewhat sad face, and did not say anything like "If you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences." Instead, he thought for a moment and then said:

"In my hometown, there lives a strange creature, um... it's called a marsupial. It's tall, walks upright, and has a pocket on its belly. Its children, the puppies, live in its pocket until they grow up. But if the marsupial dies in an accident, it will pass all its strength to the puppies to help them grow..."

Before Zhao Wumian could finish, Luo Chaoyan tilted her head and interrupted him, "Did you make this up?"

"Well... that's right."

Luo Chaoyan chuckled, her voice as clear as a spring, and her slender shoulders were trembling slightly.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Wumian asked dissatisfiedly.

Luo Chaoyan applied the medicine to him, then closed the medicine bottle and said with a smile, "Make up more. I like to hear these weird stories."

"What the Jianghu lacks the least is stories."

Then tell me about it... Luo Chaoyan almost said this.

When she came to her senses, she quickly closed her lips and shook her head secretly in her heart, thinking that it was probably because she was too relaxed when being with Zhao Wumian that all the words came out.

After all, in the current situation, only with Zhao Wumian by her side could she feel somewhat safe.

Next time, I must remember this and not let my guard down like this again.

Luo Chaoyan coughed lightly and pointed to the wooden barrel next to him. "It's late at night. I have been waiting for you until now, just to let you take a hot medicinal bath... Please move the bathtub back to the room. I am also tired."

Su Qingqi couldn't help but roll her eyes cutely behind the bed curtain and said, "Yes, yes, yes, only you, Your Majesty, are waiting for him, while I am sleeping soundly on the bed... It was clearly an escape for three people, so why am I the only one wandering outside now?"
Zhao Wumian thought that Luo Chaoyan was somewhat cute at the moment. He shook his head slightly, closed his clothes, walked towards the screen, and then he saw a pure white bellyband hanging on the screen, with lovely peach blossoms embroidered on it, like dancing butterflies.

Zhao Wumian silently retracted his gaze and pretended not to see it, but his overly energetic body forced him to move the bathtub and block it in front of him, with his back to Luo Chaoyan, "You have been working hard recently, Your Majesty, please rest early."

"Young Master is."

Back in the room, Zhao Wumian took off all his clothes and soaked in a warm medicinal bath. He could faintly smell an inexplicable milky fragrance... Miss Su was truly terrifying.

Su Qingqi next door vaguely heard the sound of Zhao Wumian entering the water, and she was no longer annoyed. She subconsciously curled up on the soft couch, holding Little Watermelon and covering her blushing face. After all, she had taken a medicinal bath before, so if you round it off, isn't it a mandarin duck bath?
This was really too stimulating for an unmarried girl like her.

(End of this chapter)