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Deering.

The black-haired woman playing the lute pretended to look down and scanned the banquet hall.

There are some outside of the Central Plains called the Gupailbang, the Odaesega, the Murim Alliance, and even the Saewoemurim.

In fact, it is a gathering of one or two people from the most famous forces in the martial arts world.

If the people gathered here right now were to massacre the city where the Murong clan is, a hundred thousand strong martial artists would all be killed within an hour.

Deering.

The musician, Yeo-cheong, plucked the strings of the pipa to avoid revealing her identity to them as much as possible.

“Oh, what a beautiful sounding instrument. That woman….”

“It seems like he’s a palace musician. If we get a chance later, I’ll invite him to the main role.”

Fortunately, no one found out.

The evidence was that the men of power there thought of themselves as nothing more than musicians at a banquet hall.

-Nothing much will happen tomorrow. I’m here.

Except for the head of the household, Mo Yongcheon, and the best swordsman in the world, Geomseong.

-[Imperial Sword] Yeocheong. If I go berserk, then you will kill me.

The musician Yeocheong.

She is one of the royal inspectors and a martial arts master known in the martial arts world by the nickname [Formless Sword].

The only person who knows his identity is Murong Tian.

That is why she was able to safely sneak into the banquet hall by asking for permission, which was not from Murong Tian, and following the imperial order.

There were three orders given to her in total.

“The leader of the martial arts world. This time….”

“Ah, long time no see. Sacheon is….”

Understanding the dynamics of the martial arts world.

Even though it is a funeral, it is not a common opportunity for people living far away to gather in one place.

At a time when the Jinuiwi and Dongchang had just been rebuilt, this gathering of key figures in the martial arts world could not be passed over lightly.

“In the end, even the Mo Yong-se group couldn’t find a way?”

“If only I had found the legendary sun-fire-carp, but I couldn’t find that either.”

“Ah, that carp that has the same energy as the sun? Well, if there was something like that, someone would have already been cured of arrhythmia.”

2. Gather information about the incurable disease, arrhythmia.

“They say even the palace is busy trying to find a cure.”

“Shh. Keep quiet. There are no patients with cerebral palsy in the palace.”

“But the current empress….”

“It might come out, or it might not. Tsk tsk. That’s why I brought the woman of Pengga from the coffin…”

The palace is looking for a solution to the pulse problem in its own way.

Because the only current empress, and even the pregnant empress, was of martial arts origin.

Although it is said that official and official duties are inviolable, where is the boundary between official and official duties in a world where men and women live under the same sky?

Especially if they are comrades who have gone through life and death together.

“Even arrhythmia is a matter of luck. It’s a disease that only one in a hundred people will get. …It’s just that if you get it, you die.”

Yeocheong recalled.

If the number of female martial arts forces with officially diagnosed cerebral palsy includes the five great families of the old family and even the small factions, then the number is as high as –

108 people.

How much higher would that number be if we included women who are unofficially hidden or already dead?

“Yes. Would the Empress give birth to a child with arrhythmia? And…if she has another child, that’s it.”

Deering.

For a moment, the lute’s strings shook, but Yeo-cheong hid her mistake in the soft waves of sound.

“If the golden jade leaf of the Mo Yong Se family dies…what will happen to the medical dragon?”

“Well, nobody knows.”

Third. Securing the person named Yi-ryong, who had just come up as a topic of conversation.

“They couldn’t treat only pericarditis, but other diseases were somehow treated well with medicine and drugs.”

“After winning the medical contest three years ago, you became famous for curing the empress’s illness. That fame will end today.”

The dragon Seokmuwol.

Although he himself says he hates that title, the world has already given him a nickname like Yi-ryong.

In the world of martial arts, it is a great honor to have a nickname attached to one’s name.

Even if you call me by my nickname instead of my name, it would be even better if everyone in this vast world knows me.

“Shall we bring him into our family?”

“Seriously. What kind of trouble are you going to get into if you bring up the subject today? Look at that ‘defeatist’ feeling so depressed.”

Yeo-cheong moved her gaze to the corner.

There stood a black-haired young man wearing a flawless white outfit.

Although he may not be objectively a handsome man that everyone acknowledges, he is still quite attractive.

Although he is taller than average, his physique is somewhat small compared to the muscular martial artists, but he is somewhat trained.

He doesn’t have the thick eyebrows and rugged features of many of the other warriors here, nor does he have the reputation of being a handsome man like Geomseong, but he looks like he would be between the thirtieth and fortieth man if you lined up a hundred men.

“…write.”

no.

If you really start decorating, you should be able to get to level 20 or so.

If you just put on a little bit of makeup, you can become more handsome in every way than others.

The reason I think so is because of the young man’s ‘ability’ that overwhelms his above-average looks.

Treatment of the vasovagal syncope was unsuccessful.

But it has never failed for other diseases.

Even if it is difficult to obtain the ingredients, he is a skilled practitioner who can alleviate or cure any disease as long as he has the ingredients.

Although such medical techniques may be looked down upon in the martial arts world, it is a different story in the royal and government realm.

Royal physician.

The member in charge of the royal family.

Yeo-cheong received an order from the imperial family to ‘bring her to the palace if necessary.’

Not necessarily, but if necessary.

“If Mo Yong-so dies, will that member of parliament want to remain in the Mo Yong family?”

“So I guess I’ll have to try. At least until the banquet is over, or the funeral is over.”

When Yeo-cheong and others were also starting to look around.

“Excuse me.”

Deering.

A woman dressed in the attire of a Jeomchangpa approached the young man.

She had no idea that someone would ask her to come over before the banquet even started, but Yeo-cheong perked up her ears and focused on their conversation-

“…!!”

I was about to do that, but I ended up cutting the string without realizing it.

Fall, fall.

A footstep like walking on ice.

But his footsteps were so light and stealthy that anyone who wasn’t a master or a long-time player like him would have been unable to notice them.

Even-

[Kang!]

“!!”

The great disciple of the Jeomchangpa, Soyeonjeok, pushed back the sword he was about to draw with one finger.

He is suppressing his opponent with his ‘force’, preventing him from even being able to respond or draw his sword.

“Huh.”

Yeo-cheong lamented.

Who would say she is the daughter of the best in the world? She has that level of skill even though she didn’t ‘specially’ train in martial arts.

“What are you talking about now?”

If he had learned martial arts from a young age, and if he had not suffered from arrhythmia, it would not have been strange for him to be able to compare himself with the Emperor’s Sword Master at the age of twenty.

“Where are you taking my congressman?”

“……!”

Yeo-cheong almost stretched out her sword without realizing it.

That fighting spirit.

Although it was only for a moment, the sharp murderous aura he released toward Soyeonjeok.

It was so intense that I couldn’t even imagine a person with vasovagal syncope could do it….

“?”

Arrhythmia, patient?

“???”

Yeo-cheong doubted her eyes.

Perhaps this suspicion was not limited to Yeo-cheong, but also to other ‘super experts’.

“Why….”

“Vitality…?”

The patient with arrhythmia is alive.

Full of life, he pours out that life as jealousy and envy towards someone.

The characteristic, interrupted flow of energy that is characteristic of tachycardia was not felt at all.

A woman who should be emitting cold air like a corpse is emitting a more intense vitality than anyone else, even showing human warmth, or rather, a clear complexion.

There was no sign of arrhythmia anywhere.

“!!”

As if the varicose veins were completely cured.

* * *

Half an hour ago, that is, after Geomseong Mo Yongcheon returned carrying a wooden box.

-Listen seriously, both of you. Whether your arrhythmia is temporary or permanent, the fact that you are ‘better’ even for a moment is inevitable.

Mo Yong-cheon had declared it.

-Arrhythmia is a serious disease that depends on blood vessels and internal energy. And at the banquet hall, there are many masters who have at least 1 generation of internal energy and 60 years of experience. You will definitely get it.

-Is it wrong for me to pretend to be sick?

-Impossible. You might be able to fool one or two people, but even a high-level expert like that will immediately notice your condition. Because you’ve become so…healthy.

Despite Murong Cheon’s assertion, Murong Xue wanted to hide the fact that his illness had improved.

– Or you could pretend to be dead. If you don’t go out in front of people and have a fake funeral.

-No. Then other people will try to flirt with you.

-I guess so.

-Absolutely not. It can’t be done… Ha, there’s no way.

There is no way to hide it.

-You’re going to try to take the congressman with you no matter what, right?

-Yes. There is no reason to continue staying in the Moryong family.

-…At least thanks to you, I’ve been ‘less sick’ for the past three years, so I guess other people with daughters with arrhythmia want to do the same. So that they can leave with a smile and less pain until the day they die, just like me. …I can’t let you go, Congressman.

Neither Murong Seol, Murong Cheon, nor I want the situation to happen if we hide it.

-Whew… I didn’t want anyone to know that my palsy got better after spending a night with you, Congressman…

But I didn’t.

I had a feeling that something might happen there, but Geomseong didn’t notice Mo Yongseol’s intentions.

-…Can I ask why? Is it because you’re embarrassed?

-That’s not it, other women… ahem, other women might have strange thoughts.

correction.

It’s not that I want to hide the fact that you spent a night with me.

-What if those women have delusions and think that their rheumatoid arthritis will get better if they sleep with you?

It seems that Mo Yongseol wanted to block me from ever spending a night with another woman.

-…Rep. Seok. Is that so?

-yes?

-I asked if spending a night with you was really the cure for arrhythmia.

-How would I know?

I didn’t know either.

But in that situation, I clearly knew what I had to do.

one.

-If I had known that was the cure, I would have cured Lady Mo Yong’s vein thrombosis a year sooner, even if it meant getting stabbed by the master’s sword.

-Congressman….

Attitude as a member of parliament.

two.

-And to confirm that, you want to embrace another woman with arrhythmia? That is absurd. It is not polite to that woman, and it is even more disrespectful to Lady Mo Yong.

-Congressman…!

Relationship with the theory of recruitment.

-Okay. I understand your mindset, so no matter what happens in the future, act confidently.

Whether he liked the answer or not, Geomseong, as the head of the Moryong family, gave a request.

-Mo-yong does not back down no matter what difficulties he faces, and he does not turn his back and run away.

The mindset that one should have as a member of the Mo Yong Se family.

So I was worried.

If other masters see the theory of Mo Yong-seol, who is better at treating pulse disorders, how will the world fall into chaos?

“Back off, Dotchang.”

First of all, I understand that there was a dispute with the Jeomchangpa.

“The congressman was my lover.”

“That’s right, Jeong-in…?! That too, was this…?”

A crack appears on Soyeonjeok’s cold face.

And her gaze shifts to the hairpin on top of Mo Yong-seol’s head, who is glued to my side and has her arms folded across her chest.

“No way…!”

“That’s right. Now we are lovers.”

Kwuk.

Mo Yongseol buries my arm into his chest.

I tried to pull my hand out to the side, but she pressed my thigh against mine and held my body close to hers, preventing my hand from slipping out.

“!!”

Although his hand happened to touch an embarrassing part of his body, Mo Yongseol stiffened his head and clung to me more earnestly.

“Right, sir? Or…should I call him ‘Sukga’?”

“This….”

Many people, including Soyeonjeok, are embarrassed and just look at each other.

Someone declared the theory of recruitment.

Some people are in a state of recruitment.

“…….”

At that moment, I felt the gaze of the young men towards Mo Yongseol.

Until then, those who had not shown any interest in her, seeing her as a ‘woman who would die’, began to show interest as soon as the theory of her murder began to show signs of life.

“I like the title, Congressman.”

So I turned towards Mo Yongseol and bowed my head slightly.

“And I haven’t even had the ‘meal’ yet, so please bear with me until then?”

“That’s right.”

Thud, thud.

In the middle of the banquet hall, the black-haired Mo Yong-cheon enters.

“Now that everyone is gathered, I will speak as the host of the banquet.”

Murong Tian stood in front of Murong Xue and then in front of me, and turned to face everyone.

“Today’s banquet is for my daughter Mo Yongseol and my sa…sa…”

Gooo-

“……A banquet to announce my daughter’s engagement.”

“Hey, engagement party?”

A Taoist priest with a long beard and the leader of the martial arts world stepped forward.

“Hey, Black Star! What the heck is this…? Wasn’t there a story like that?!”

“Thirteen years ago, when my daughter first got arrhythmia, I declared it to the world, no, to the world.”

The blacksmith stretches his hand forward.

“To the person who can cure my daughter’s arrhythmia, I will leave my daughter and everything I have.”

“!!”

Under the swordsman’s hand, a clear blue stream of energy flowed down like starlight and became a sword.

“I will keep my promise. I am the member of parliament, Seok Mu-wol, my….”

“That’s ridiculous!!”

Soyeonjeok shouts.

“What do you mean, nonsense?”

“Assemblyman Seok Mu-wol is a man with a bright future as a dragon! Are you trying to get him engaged to a woman who will soon die?!”

“Hey, look at this! Hey, little girl!”

“It’s okay, my lord. Today is a happy day. I won’t forgive the rudeness.”

While others turned their eyes to Soyeonjeok, I could clearly feel that Geomseong felt a little gratitude towards Soyeonjeok who had cut him off.

If it weren’t for that, the point and all, that sword would have been aimed at my neck.

“I declare my daughter’s engagement to Dr. Seok Mu-wol, who treated my daughter, and I will take Seok Mu-wol to our Moryong family…”

“Black.”

This time, an old monk, Shinseung, stepped forward.

“I know you hate interruptions more than anyone else, but this old monk’s common sense has collapsed and his judgment has become clouded, so I couldn’t help but ask. Please understand.”

“Please feel free to tell me, sir.”

He keeps trying to evade the question and then changes the subject.

Wouldn’t it be easier to give an honest answer about the current situation rather than calling me son-in-law?

“Public hearing oil, Hyeong-in Seol-sam, Yakseon’s medicine, and even… Shaolin’s Dae-hwan-dan couldn’t cure this disease. What on earth was the treatment?”

“That’s-”

“I slept.”

Mo Yongseol is not an ordinary woman.

” I spent a night with the congressman and my palsy got better.”

Those words brought shock to some, and hope to others.

Churp.

Oh my….

And then there are those who immediately want to gouge out their eyes.

“Right, Senator?”

And me too.

“Just.”

He is not the kind of person who would back down or give room to those who show lust for Mo Yong-seol.

People of the Mo Yong family do not retreat or run away.

“I am convinced that this is a miracle created by our love.”

I raised my hand and supported Mo Yongseol’s chin.

Mo Yongseol quietly closed his eyes and lifted his crow’s foot toward me.

Sigh-

Damn it!

With the kiss, the sound of a porcelain cup falling to the ground and shattering echoed throughout the banquet hall.

* * *

That day.

Those who gathered for someone’s death saw a miracle.

The swordsman who doesn’t swing his sword at that bastard and cut off his head even though he’s kissing his own daughter-

If that’s a miracle, then it’s a miracle.

They saw.

Sigh, squeak, haa….

A woman with a clear flush on her face, cured of her varicose veins, kissing her lover.