There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Maintaining her head tilted back, Hu Meier slowly lowered her heels to avoid overreacting and irritating the owner of that eye.

However, in the end, the fear in his heart was hard to suppress.

The body, which had been tense, relaxed subconsciously when the heels touched the ground, and it was no longer possible to suppress the trembling caused by fear, which made the whole body tremble involuntarily.

What is most noticeable is the heavy, abundant fruit hanging from the branches.

Stretching naturally involves lifting the head and chest, making the already majestic peaks appear even more towering. And when relaxing, it's like a taut spring finally releasing, its elastic potential energy being completely released in an instant.

For a time, it was naturally jumping around and difficult to control.

The white fox embroidered on the bib seemed to come alive at this moment, its body moving with the surging waves.

Their originally fixed gazes were inevitably drawn away.

As she slid down the deep ravine, the facade of calm she had been trying so hard to maintain in her eyes was finally shattered by the heat.

The unconscious sound of swallowing revealed the surging desire within.

Not ghosts or evil spirits, but a notorious womanizer?!

Upon witnessing this scene, Hu Meier instantly made this judgment. She, who had previously tried her best to remain calm, was now extremely ashamed and angry.

Her cheeks, which had been pale with fear, instantly turned bright red, as if they were about to bleed.

Hurriedly pulling up her clothes, which had slipped down to her waist and hips, Hu Meier was about to shout that she was a thief when, after a slight blur, the dark eyes on the rooftop disappeared.

Only the sound of a few tiles being stepped on could be heard.

They escaped?!

The scream she had prepared caught in her throat. Unsure whether the voyeur had left, Hu Meier hesitated, wondering whether she should scream out loud immediately.

A clean reputation is one aspect.

The key issue is that once a scream is heard, the guards around will definitely come running, and in a moment of panic, they might even break down the door.

And she is still disheveled.

Having already been spied on by one person, Hu Meier didn't want to be watched by a group of people again.

Just as she was hesitating, something suddenly drifted down into her field of vision. Hu Meier subconsciously reached out and caught it, only to be surprised to find that it was a familiar black feather.

"It's him again?!"

Subconsciously muttering to herself, Hu Meier's eyes revealed a hint of resentment clenched between her teeth, and her chest, which had just calmed down a little, began to pound again.

Do you really think this place is somewhere you can just come and go as you please?

Just then, a knock at the door announced Chunlan's return. Hu Meier took a deep breath, trying to calm her turbulent emotions.

"Wait a moment, I'm changing, I'll be right there."

After responding to Chunlan's knock, Hu Meier quickly abandoned the idea of ​​calling for help; she certainly wasn't going to pretend nothing had happened.

Instead, they should pretend that nothing has happened.

At the very least, Huo Yugong must not find out about this matter. Otherwise, given her father's doting on her, he would probably spend a fortune overnight to invite a famous martial arts master to come and oversee the manor.

In that case, wouldn't that shameless thief be too scared to come back?

Not coming...

How could she then catch that guy, break the wings of this lecherous rogue, and gouge out his peeping eyes?

tearing~

Hu Meier, who was secretly determined to get revenge, was so excited that she accidentally tore the clothes she was wearing to shreds. She didn't care at all and instead ruthlessly tore them apart in her hands.

It seems to have been used as a substitute for someone else.

Jiang Mo was unaware of Hu Meier's thoughts; at this moment, he was also fleeing in a rather disheveled manner. It proved that light-body techniques were indeed extremely sophisticated skills.

Even the slightest error in body posture can easily lead to serious problems.

But unfortunately, some parts of the body just don't cooperate.

At this moment, Jiang Mo was only glad that he had reacted quickly. Even though he had already made eye contact with Hu Meier, he did not panic at all because his spying had been exposed. Instead, he quickly came up with a clever idea and pretended to be indifferent and ruthless, looking down on the world.

He pretended to be a ghost and fooled the other party.

While Hu Meier carefully adjusted her posture, not daring to move, Jiang Mo was also secretly channeling his inner energy, preparing to escape.

Otherwise, how could he have fled the moment Hu Meier noticed something was wrong?

But I haven't heard any screams for so long, could it be that Hu Meiren has been drugged and fainted? That can't be, I shouldn't have acted that scary.

Looking back at the still peaceful Fire Rain Manor, Jiang Mo's eyes revealed suspicion and hesitation.

How about we come back and take another look tomorrow night?

Chapter 3 is unavailable the day after tomorrow, so I'll have to resort to some unorthodox methods.

Whoosh~

Another night, a light rain and gentle breeze.

The gentle sound of raindrops blended into soothing music, helping one to fall asleep.

In the hastily constructed little wooden hut, the drowsy baby swallows nodded repeatedly like chicks pecking at rice, looking as if they might fall asleep on the table at any moment.

squeak~

The crudely made door rattled loudly when it was pushed open, startling the sleepy fledgling swallow, which immediately turned its head to look in the direction of the sound.

Her small hand had already secretly gripped the dagger hidden in her sleeve.

Although he was still just a child, a fledgling among all the birds, he showed remarkable keenness and alertness.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Jiang Mo, who had just entered, cast an approving glance at Chu Yan. However, he was still a little surprised that the boy hadn't listened to his instructions and gone to sleep peacefully. He spoke with a hint of teasing:

"Staying up late all the time will stunt your growth."

"Brother Mo, you're injured?!"

Chu Yan ignored Jiang Mo's joke. He twitched his nostrils and smelled a hint of blood in the damp wind and rain. He immediately went to help Jiang Mo with a nervous expression.

"A minor injury... Ouch, I was careless."

He waved his hand, seemingly trying to say he was fine, but the movement aggravated his wound, and Jiang Mo couldn't help but gasp, his voice trembling as he forced out the words:

"Please light a lamp for me."

The two brothers' living conditions were nothing like Hu Meier's. Their makeshift wooden hut was drafty and could only keep out the rain. There wasn't even a decent bed inside.

It was pitch black at this point.

A lamp that burns all night long was quite rare in this era; even ordinary landlords and wealthy people wouldn't dare to light such a lamp.

Even the candles they used were taken by Jiang Mo from Huoyu Manor.

A thief never leaves empty-handed!

Upon hearing Jiang Mo's instructions, the fledgling quickly struck the flint to light the wick.

The dim candlelight flickered and dispelled the near-total darkness in the room, illuminating Jiang Mo's pale face.

He was soaked to the bone, looking like a drowned rat.

Moreover, he was a drowned rat who had been chased and bitten by a vicious dog; the torn and tattered corners of his clothes still clearly showed signs of being torn.

Many of these were new battle losses inflicted tonight.

But the most embarrassing thing for Jiang Mo was the crossbow bolt stuck in his left arm. Although Jiang Mo took some first aid measures immediately after being shot, blood still kept gushing out.

Because the clothes were soaked through in the wind and rain, the wounds were also soaked in the rainwater and turned somewhat white.

The sight of it sent shivers down one's spine, almost startling the fledgling swallow so much that it knocked over the tiny candle flame that had been so painstakingly lit.

"Go, get me the herbs and find me a clean cloth."

Jiang Mo, despite his injury, remained calm and methodically instructed Chu Yan, who looked worried and wanted to help but seemed at a loss, to do what she could.

A thin, feather-like blade emerged from the sleeve.

After warming the crossbow bolt over the flickering candlelight for a short while, Jiang Mo immediately swung the blade, slicing through the soaked clothing clinging to his skin and tearing open the flesh and blood around the bolt.

Even through his clenched teeth, he couldn't help but let out a few muffled groans of pain.

Jiang Mo's hands did not stop moving at all. With extremely fast speed, he cut open the skin and cut away the flesh, pulling out the crossbow bolt that was deeply embedded in his forearm.

Clang!

The crossbow bolt, crafted from fine iron, landed on the table with a heavy thud, making the fledgling swallow's heart tremble.

In the dim candlelight, the already sharp arrowheads appeared even more menacing after being stained with blood, and the barbs extending backward looked particularly grotesque.

If the person hit by the arrow panics and tries to pull it out by force, they will probably tear off a large piece of flesh.

Even for someone like Jiang Mo, cutting off his own flesh to remove an arrow was by no means easy.

The only good news is that the arrow was not poisoned.

"What are you standing there for? Give it to me!"

Jiang Mo's urging brought Chu Yan back to his senses from his fear. He dared not look at the terrifying crossbow bolts any longer and quickly handed over the strips of cloth and herbs in his hand.

Jiang Mo frowned slightly as he took the starched, faded strip of cloth.

It's clean, actually.

However, if used to bandage wounds, this old cloth, which has been used for who knows how long, is bound to pose a risk of bacterial infection.

But there was nothing that could be done.

If Jiang Mo had to name a clean cloth suitable for bandaging wounds, the only one he could think of was the gold-embroidered handkerchief he had previously taken from Hu Meier.

But even Jiang Mo himself was reluctant to use that thing.

If it's stained with even a little blood, the price will be exorbitant.

It's better to let his wound get infected.

Anyway, we're skilled in internal martial arts, so we can handle it!