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

However, Jiang Mo was completely unaware of these things. After sneezing incessantly, he finally felt like he had come back to life after comfortably lying in the large bathtub.

He couldn't help but groan with pleasure.

Feeling the scalding water envelop his entire body, constantly dispelling the biting cold that had invaded his body, Jiang Mo couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly. He felt as if his soul was melting into the hot soup, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

And then, I don't remember what happened.

I can only vaguely recall a chaotic and frantic scene, with someone rushing in and then flying into a rage.

Don't be angry.

While your angry expression can be charming, yelling like that isn't good for your voice. Your usual soft, sweet tone suits you much better…

In a daze, this thought popped into my mind.

Jiang Mo tried to open his eyes to see the person standing in front of him, but after a desperate struggle, his eyelids still closed uncontrollably.

When I regained some consciousness, I felt as if something was pressing down on me.

He was truly unable to move an inch.

My throat felt like it was about to burst into flames.

Jiang Mo's head was spinning, and his eyelids felt incredibly heavy, making it impossible for him to open them. He managed to utter only a barely audible murmur from his parched lips:

"Water, give me water..."

It seemed that someone had been waiting nearby. After hearing Jiang Mo's words, a bottle of honey water at the right temperature was quickly fed to him. The sweet taste made Jiang Mo smack his lips.

But after drinking the honey water, he quickly fell into a deep sleep again.

When Jiang Mo regained consciousness, he had finally recovered a considerable degree of his senses. He could feel the burning heat on his forehead and the weakness in his limbs.

The drooping eyelids were at least not as heavy as the broken dragon stone.

When Jiang Mo opened his eyes, he couldn't help but frown because of the dazzling sunlight. It took him a while to adjust before he could see his surroundings clearly.

The room looked somewhat familiar.

It should be the room where he and Chu Yan rested in Huoyu Manor before, but compared to that day, it seems to have more of a lived-in feel to it.

For example, tea that was half-finished and hadn't been cleared away from the table.

Also, the bedding seemed to have been changed, not the same as the one used that night. It was quite comfortable to sleep in.

The sleeping conditions were almost as good as those in the Purple Orchid Pavilion.

Thinking this, Jiang Mo couldn't help but shift his body to assume a more comfortable position. Unexpectedly, this startled the baby swallow, who had been sleeping by the bedside, awake.

"Brother Mo, you're awake! That's great!"

Rubbing her eyes, the fledgling swallow opened them after seeing the situation on the bed. Overjoyed, she rushed over and carefully observed Jiang Mo's expression.

"Go away, stop calling me like I'm summoning a ghost. Bring me a cup of tea, a fresh one..."

"Hey? Where are you going, kid?"

Jiang Mo tilted his head, seemingly uncomfortable with this closeness, and deliberately put on a look of disdain, ordering Chu Yan to serve him tea and water.

Unexpectedly, the other person simply turned around and slipped out the door.

Jiang Mo, feeling weak and too tired to move, was left staring blankly at the ceiling.

Fortunately, this boring time did not last long. After a series of hurried and flustered footsteps, a familiar person pushed open the door and appeared in front of Jiang Mo.

Hu Meier.

And it was Hu Meier carrying the food box.

Whether it was intentional or not, she wasn't wearing those elaborate dresses today, but rather a rather smart and practical outfit.

Or, to put it another way, it was Hu clothing.

This was a style of clothing favored by King Wuling of Zhao when he promoted the adoption of nomadic dress and cavalry archery.

To put it simply, they wore short clothes, a belt around their waist, and long boots made of fine deerskin.

Jiang Mo had never seen Hu Meier like this before.

Unfortunately, for some reason, her complexion was poor, and she looked rather haggard. When she entered the house, she looked around suspiciously, which greatly diminished her originally spirited and dashing image.

"This humble one has met you..."

Jiang Mo, mindful of his current identity, stood up to pay his respects to Hu Meier, but his body was sore and heavy, making it difficult for him to move nimbly.

Before he could sit up straight, Hu Meier reached out and pressed him down.

"No need for formalities, you should focus on recovering now."

After saying that, Hu Meier placed the food box on the table and took out a bowl of steaming red porridge with a light lift of her hand.

Meanwhile, the fledgling swallow, having returned to the house, closed the door again.

Jiang Mo sensed something was amiss, especially since Hu Meier had come alone, and even her ever-present maid Chunlan was not by her side.

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard Hu Meier speak softly:

"Jiang Mo, you probably can't move around very well right now, so just lie in bed and don't move. Just finish this bowl of porridge first."

The sound came from a very close distance.

When Jiang Mo looked up, he was surprised to find that Hu Meier had quietly sat down by the bed, holding the bowl of porridge in one hand and a jade spoon in the other.

"Second Miss, how could I possibly trouble you..."

As a normal person with sound mind and body, Jiang Mo was still slightly resistant to the idea of ​​feeding play.

The main problem is that the baby swallows are still nearby.

The impact is not good.

But no one paid any attention to his opinion. Hu Meier, with her head turned to one side and her slightly red ears facing Jiang Mo, stuffed the spoon into Jiang Mo's mouth.

I almost poured the porridge up his nostrils.

Judging from the flustered and somewhat rough movements, Jiang Mo knew that the other party had never taken care of a patient before, or at least had never fed a patient by hand.

Helpless, he had no choice but to cooperate and open his mouth to receive it.

The first taste is indescribable.

Even though he hadn't eaten for a long time and was starving, Jiang Mo's face still twitched slightly after swallowing the first bite.

How to put it? It felt like reason and desire were fighting each other.

Reason, based on the nourishment received by various parts of his body, told Jiang Mo that this was a rare and highly nourishing substance, and that absolutely no effort should be wasted.

But desire urged Jiang Mo to stay as far away from this thing as possible.

"How about it?"

Just as he was struggling with his decision, Hu Meier, who was standing next to him, suddenly asked casually. As she spoke, her gaze darted around, as if she dared not look Jiang Mo in the eye.

Jiang Mo, with a subtle expression, really wanted to say, "Maybe we shouldn't waste the materials. Crimson Blood Mushrooms are very precious."

But his gaze fell on the new, tiny scars on Hu Meier's fingers.

The scars had clearly been treated very well and were almost gone, but they were still quite conspicuous on Hu Meier, a pampered young lady who never lifted a finger.

Did she cook this herself?

A slight warmth rose in Jiang Mo's heart, and he changed the words he was about to say, praising her somewhat insincerely:

"Hmm, very good."

"That's great! Make sure you finish it all quickly, not a drop will be wasted!"

So Jiang Mo finally stopped worrying and could only comfort himself as he accepted the hot porridge Hu Meier fed him, saying: At least the rare medicinal herbs used in it are genuine.

To his surprise, as soon as he finished the porridge, Hu Meier clapped her hands with a smile.

"Alright, all three test questions have been completed satisfactorily. Jiang Mo, from today onwards, you will work by my side."

"Huh? There are three paths?"

Faced with Jiang Mo's subconscious question, Hu Meier smiled smugly and pointed to the clean bowl, not a single drop left.

"Drink this bowl of porridge, and then comes the third test."

Chapter 42 Zi Nu, how did you also learn bad things from Yan Ling Ji?

Xinzheng City, General's Mansion.

Mo Ya stepped out of the house. The blood-red glow that cascaded down upon him made him squint slightly. Then, he heard the boy's somewhat childish voice again:

"Are they going to deploy again?"

Mo Ya looked up and saw Bai Feng standing on the rooftop in front of him, looking down at him with obvious worry on her face and a rather somber aura.

The birds that had gathered around the boy flapped their wings and scattered in all directions.

"When night falls, that's when we act. There's always someone who has to do those things. I'm quite relieved that the opportunity is always in my own hands."

With a leap, Mo Ya landed gracefully beside Bai Feng and calmly responded.

There was still some time before the mission, so he wasn't in a hurry to get to the mission location. Instead, he hoped to spend more time with Bai Feng.

Although Mo Ya had rested for a few days under the pretext of injury.

At that time, Bai Feng was still on his way to inform the Blood-Clad Marquis, so the two brothers naturally had no opportunity to meet and communicate. Now that Bai Feng has finally returned, Mo Ya can't rest.

Why is life always like this, with so little time together and so much separation?

Mo Ya patted his shoulder and couldn't help but sigh softly. He then sat down on the rooftop and gazed at the setting sun gradually sinking into the distance.

He then waved to Bai Feng, signaling him not to stand there.

Relax, it's just a trivial matter.

However, it's just another human life lost.

"Who is it this time? A political enemy in court who opposes the Grand General? A wealthy merchant competing with Jade Tiger? Or that one who escaped before..."

He was not fooled by Mo Ya's feigned nonchalance.

Bai Feng crossed her arms over her chest, staring at Mo Ya with sorrowful eyes, and softly muttered the suspects who might be the target of the other party's actions.