The eunuch in the cold palace: You get the Nine Yang Divine Skill right from the start!

"Just who exactly is Uncle Yang?"

"Why should such a person be confined to a large dormitory room?"

The courtyard was filled with the aroma of herbs.

Shen Mo stared at the boiling casserole, pondering for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: at least for now, Uncle Yang would not harm him.

The medicine has been decocted.

He blew on the hot liquid and took a small sip. Before long, he felt the soreness in his body lessen considerably.

This medicine is quite effective!

"Eunuch Shen, it's time for your meal!"

A young eunuch named Xiao Xizi carried a tray to the front of the courtyard with a sincere smile on his face, unlike Qin Lu who deliberately tried to please him.

Shen Mo asked in confusion, "Little Xizi, what's going on?"

"Eunuch Jia kept a close eye on the soup while it was simmering. He specifically instructed me to drink this nourishing soup while it was hot. He sent it to you as soon as it was ready."

Shen Mo took the plate.

Four exquisite side dishes, plus a bowl of fragrant and nourishing stew—such delicacies would cost at least ten taels of silver even outside the palace.

Thank you for your trouble.

"You're too kind, Father-in-law. This is just my duty."

Xiao Xizi's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she left without saying anything.

Shen Mo stared at the food thoughtfully, feeling that something was amiss.

Even though Wu De had given the order at noon, it was a trivial matter like stewing soup, and given Jia Gonggong's status and position, there was no need for him to pay special attention to it.

He immediately became wary, ate a few bites of vegetables, but didn't touch the soup.

then.

He washed the earthenware pot used for decocting medicine, poured all the soup into it, hid it under the bed, and then returned to the kitchen with the empty plate.

"Little Xizi, the nourishing soup is delicious. Next time you see Eunuch Jia, remember to thank him for me. This silver is a reward for you."

Shen Mo took out a small piece of silver and tossed it over.

Xiao Xizi thanked him repeatedly.

After leaving the kitchen, Shen Mo approached Yang Fugui, who was chopping wood, and whispered, "Uncle Yang, I have a favor to ask of you. Please come with me."

Yang Fugui looked doubtful, nodded, and stood up.

Shen Mo led him back to his residence, took out the clay pot from under the bed, and opened the lid: "Please take a look and tell me if there's anything wrong with this Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup."

Yang Fugui took a small sip, closed his eyes, smacked his lips, savored it carefully, and then suddenly opened his eyes:

"It is Moonlight Frost! This poison is colorless and tastes slightly bitter."

"With prolonged use, the skin will turn bluish-white as if covered in frost, and eventually the intestines will perforate and rot!"

Shen Mo's heart sank.

He never imagined that Wu De would let him go, but he never expected that Wu De would act so quickly and so ruthlessly!

If I hadn't been careful and found Uncle Yang, who was quite knowledgeable about pharmacology, I wouldn't even know how I died.

Yang Fugui shook his head: "Your cultivation level has increased too quickly, which has made Wu De wary. If you continue to drink this soup every day, you will die suddenly in three months!"

"Only three months?" Shen Mo clenched his fists.

It's like a summons from the King of Hell.

Although he had figured out that Wu De had poisoned him, once the three-month period was over and Wu De discovered that he hadn't been poisoned to death, he would definitely take action immediately!

He only has three months to catch his breath!

Three months later.

Either he dies, or Wu De perishes!

A fierce glint flashed in Shen Mo's eyes. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then knelt on one knee and offered the remaining gold ingots:

"Uncle Yang, they say great kindness needs no words of thanks, but I still want to thank you for saving me again!"

"Your punches and kicks have brute force, but lack technique. If you learn another martial art to guide you, you may be able to make a breakthrough."

Yang Fugui took the gold and revealed the key reason why Shen Mo's savage fist technique had stalled.

This gold wasn't taken for free.

Shen Mo suddenly understood and immediately clasped his hands in a fist and pleaded, "Please teach me, Uncle Yang!"

"If you survive three months, I will teach you my true skills."

Yang Fugui did not agree immediately. Before leaving, he left behind a meaningful sentence that was both a promise and an expectation.

If you want others to be saved, you must first save yourself!

Watching Uncle Yang's departing figure, Shen Mo made a silent vow: "Uncle Yang, I won't let you down!"

In front of the Cold Palace.

Wu Dezheng was scolding the eunuchs on duty, but when he turned around and saw Shen Mo approaching, his expression immediately changed. He smiled and stepped forward, saying, "Little Mo, there's still half an hour before your shift starts, why are you here so early?"

"I've tasted the sweetness and that's why I came early, Steward Wu. Please accept this small token of my appreciation."

Shen Mo pretended to be eager and attentive, and quietly handed over the remaining silver.

Wu De nodded slightly, took it, and said with satisfaction, "You're a sensible kid. Go on, it's courtyard number eighteen again tonight."

"Yes, sir!"

His silent figure blended into the night.

Wu De sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

"So what if he has a special physique? He's still just a short-sighted brat. Once we've made enough money, his death is nigh!"

......

"Thump! Thump!"

"Come in."

Shen Mo pushed open the door and entered, a wave of steaming heat hitting him.

In the middle of the room was a large wooden tub. Liu Ruyan sat in the tub with her back to her, her fair shoulders exposed to the steam. Ning'er was scattering rose petals into the tub.

Seeing Shen Mo arrive, Ning'er tossed all the flower petals into the water, her smile sweet: "Little Mo, you're here!"

"Ning'er, leave the rest to Xiao Mozi. You go and wait in the courtyard."

"Yes, Auntie."

As Ning'er passed by Shen Mo, she gave him a deep look, her eyes filled with longing.

Shen Mo took her small hand, patted the back of it, and whispered, "Wait for me!"

"Um!"

Ning'er felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey. She tiptoed and pecked him on the cheek, then skipped away.

There were only two people left in the room.

The atmosphere seemed to have become somewhat enchanting.

"Please massage my shoulders; I'm feeling a bit tired today."

"Yes, ma'am."

Shen Mo stood behind Liu Ruyan and raised his hand to massage her shoulders, the touch delicate and smooth.

From this vantage point, the magnificent scenery unfolds before your eyes.

There's a saying: "A woman whose head is bowed so low that her feet are invisible is an absolute beauty."

Judging from this perspective, even without considering her appearance, Liu Ruyan is absolutely stunning.

"Have you seen enough?"

Liu Ruyan suddenly spoke, and Shen Mo's movements abruptly stopped. He quickly replied:

"Your Majesty is exceptionally beautiful and charming. Although I am a eunuch, I couldn't help but steal a few glances. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

"You little lackey, you're quite amusing!"

Liu Ruyan let out a silvery laugh, then suddenly turned around, scrutinizing Shen Mo with an aggressive gaze.

Shen Mo quickly lowered his head, and upon noticing the abnormality in his body, he immediately activated the Nine Yang Divine Skill, fearing that his weakness would be exposed.

"You were so bold just now, but now you don't dare to raise your head? Raise your head and look at me."

Liu Ruyan extended her index finger, pressed it against Shen Mo's chin, and lifted it up until their eyes met. She then chuckled softly:

"I heard from Ning'er that you are quite talented, and that poem you wrote was quite good."

"This humble servant would not dare to show off in front of Your Majesty."

"Is it that they dare not, or that they are unwilling?"

Liu Ruyan leaned her cheek forward, almost touching Shen Mo's nose.

The two were so close that even their breath smelled sweet.

Shen Mo had met women before, first Ning'er, then Li Zhaoxue, but neither of them were the same type as Liu Ruyan.

Liu Ruyan's allure comes from the very core of her being; every strand of her hair stirs a man's heartstrings.

Shen Mo's reaction was observed by Liu Ruyan.

She didn't feel offended at all; on the contrary, she was quite pleased, which proves that her charm remains undiminished.

"As long as your poem surpasses Ning'er's, I will... grant your wish." Liu Ruyan brought her lips close to Shen Mo's ear, her voice low, soft, and languid, each word captivating.

After a moment of silence, he pondered and said:

"Its pale yellow color is soft and gentle, its presence distant and its fragrance lingers."

Why need it be light blue or deep red? It is naturally the finest among flowers.

Liu Ruyan's expression gradually became infatuated.

Such exquisite verses actually came from the mouth of a eunuch?

She was quite certain that she had never heard of this poem before, just like the line from last night, otherwise it would have been famous long ago.

Liu Ruyan closed her eyes, savoring the memory over and over in her mind, exclaiming, "What a wonderful little Mozi! What a first-rate beauty! Hahaha..."

She suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter.

As she laughed, two lines of tears suddenly streamed down her face, her expression one of deep sorrow.

"Your Majesty..."

Just as Shen Mo was about to ask a question, a pair of long, slender, fair legs wrapped around his neck, and with a pull, he fell into the wooden tub.