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

He often sat in front of the mirror, staring at his handsome face, wondering if he was not yet developed enough, so that Yan Lingji did not see him as a man.

Otherwise, why were we preparing to put those clothes on him?

The words that were about to come out were cut off by Jiang Mo's "I'm a man too." Yan Lingji couldn't help but pout and mutter softly:

"What man or woman? Amo is just Amo~"

However, she finally realized that these strange clothes were probably specially prepared by Jiang Mo for the two of them to go to Fire Rain Manor, so she naturally had no intention of refusing them.

In fact, she liked anything Jiang Mo gave her.

Sometimes, they might even cherish things too much, causing them to expire. When Jiang Mo wanted to throw them away, they would stubbornly defend their property.

"Hmm, how exactly should I wear this?"

Holding the clothes in front of her for a long time, Yan Lingji raised her clear, untainted eyes and looked at Jiang Mo.

slap~

Jiang Mo slapped himself on the forehead. He hadn't considered the possibility of after-sales service at all and began to doubt his decision.

But given the current situation, Jiang Mo had no way out.

"First, could you please take off that stocking you're wearing? Yes, you heard right, it's a stocking..."

Holding his forehead, Jiang Mo gave instructions in a weak voice.

"Socks? These are socks? How come they're completely different from any socks I've ever seen before? The feel of them... they definitely feel like Mingyan silk..."

Yan Lingji was greatly surprised upon hearing this, and curiously began to play with the stockings in her hand.

Moreover, she quickly discovered another problem, immediately picking up several pairs of stockings that looked similar, and looking at Jiang Mo with a puzzled expression:

"Why do you need so many pairs of socks?"

"Because it's a consumable item..."

"what?"

"Well, what I mean is, I didn't know which one you liked, so I specially prepared a few extra for you, so you can choose your favorite to wear."

Jiang Mo coughed lightly and quickly put on a serious expression.

Yan Lingji, who had hardly ever worn even ordinary socks, let alone stockings, didn't suspect anything, though her face was still clearly full of confusion:

"But they all look pretty much the same, except for their color?"

“They’re not even close, they’re clearly very different! Look, this one is frost silk stockings, this one is black jade silk stockings, and this one is jade cicada stockings…”

Jiang Mo was displeased when he heard Yan Lingji say that.

He pointed at the various stockings in the other person's hand, rattling off one name after another as if he knew them by heart. His manner and reaction were just like an artist's when faced with criticism and desperate to prove their masterpiece.

"Stop rambling."

Having grown up with Jiang Mo, Yan Lingji knew very well that when he started launching into long-winded speeches quoting classics, he was mostly just rambling. So, she narrowed her eyes and uttered three concise and forceful words, interrupting Jiang Mo's rambling.

"Simply put, color and transparency are key factors, and they greatly affect the taste... I mean the aesthetics."

"Alright, alright, I understand."

Seeing that Jiang Mo seemed about to mutter something he didn't understand again, Yan Lingji waved her hand to interrupt him and directly pointed to make her choice:

"This one, this one is my favorite, okay!"

"Jade-embroidered cicada stockings?"

Jiang Mo immediately recognized his prized artwork and called out its somewhat tongue-twisting name. However, he was clearly still somewhat puzzled by Yan Lingji's choice:

Why did you choose this path?

Chapter 33 You're so skilled, you do it.

Jade-embroidered cicada-patterned socks.

Although the name contains the word "cicada," the material used to make it is actually the same as other stockings, which is silk produced by the Mingyan Gu silkworm.

Compared to ordinary silk, it not only has better warmth retention, but more importantly, it is more resilient.

It's perfect for making stockings that need to fit snugly against the skin.

The reason why the name contains the character "cicada" is that among the several works of art created by Jiang Mo, this one has the highest transparency.

It's no exaggeration to say it's as thin as a cicada's wing.

It was not dyed with any other dyes, so it presents the original pure white color of silk, and because it is so transparent and thin, it also has a transparent color.

Black stockings definitely don't count.

But calling it white silk is a bit of a stretch.

As a straight man who doesn't know much about stockings, Jiang Mo only knows that this type should be classified as ultra-thin over-the-knee stockings, and doesn't know how to further subdivide them.

However, what puzzled him the most was why Yan Lingji would choose this particular one.

He always thought that young girls might prefer pure white silk stockings, since they hadn't yet grown into that mature, sophisticated woman type.

Faced with Jiang Mo's question, Yan Lingji's answer was perfectly reasonable:

"Because it's so thin! Wearing it should feel like you're not wearing anything at all, there won't be much of a feeling of restriction. By the way, how do you wear it again?"

Yan Lingji doesn't like wearing socks, so she made the choice that's almost the same as not wearing any at all.

However, the girl was also very curious about the clothes, and after making her choice, she prepared to try them on on the spot.

She looked down and gestured to her toes.

The unique hairstyle on her head, resembling cat ears, swayed gently with her movements, revealing the restless heart of the young girl, like a cat.

"Hey, don't just put it on your legs! That's not how you wear it."

Seeing Yan Lingji about to pull the stockings onto her feet, Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel sorry for his artistic masterpiece.

He quickly called for a stop, then patted the bed next to him.

"Don't pull it like that, you'll tear it! Come sit here, you have to roll it up first, then put your toes in, and then slowly roll it upwards along your skin..."

Yan Lingji obediently sat down on the edge of the bed.

However, after listening to Jiang Mo explain the key points, she, who already disliked wearing shoes and socks, immediately showed a look of disgust on her face: "So troublesome~"

She pouted and sighed softly, the thought of giving up rising in her mind.

Seeing Jiang Mo's unusually excited expression, Yan Lingji was reluctant to refuse him outright. So, after a quick glance around, she suddenly asked:

"By the way, Amo, how come you're so skilled?"

"Could it be that you wore it too?"

As she spoke, Yan Lingji lowered her head and stared intently at the hem of Jiang Mo's clothes, seemingly preparing to lift up his trouser leg to see if he was wearing stockings underneath.

"Well, these things are very popular among women in the Central Plains."

Jiang Mo spoke without changing his expression. In that instant, images of Chao Nu Yao, Hu Meiren, and Shao Siming flashed through his mind...

"Sigh~, don't they find it troublesome?"

Yan Lingji, who was wearing stockings, couldn't help but mutter softly. Jiang Mo didn't think too much about it and casually replied, "There are many kinds of clothing in the Central Plains that are quite complicated."

"There are elaborate costumes, and it can even take more than a dozen people to help you put them on."

What was said unintentionally was taken to heart by the listener. Yan Lingji, who came from Baiyue, couldn't imagine that any clothes would require more than a dozen people to work on, but she accurately grasped the meaning of the word "help".

Oh right, you can ask someone for help!

The thought had barely formed in her mind when Yan Lingji, sitting on the bed, unhesitatingly lifted her leg and extended her toes towards Jiang Mo:

"Since you're so familiar with this, then come and help me!"

Even when he was working day and night to create these works of art, Jiang Mo never imagined things would turn out this way. Looking at Yan Lingji's bright, white, and tender feet right in front of him, he subconsciously swallowed and fell into silence.

Should he help, or should he just help?

It seems there's absolutely no reason to refuse from any angle!

"I've never worn it myself, let alone helped anyone else wear it. If anything feels off later, remember to remind me."

Reaching out to take the jade-embroidered cicada stockings, Jiang Mo sat down on the edge of the bed.

He lowered his eyes, avoiding looking at Yan Lingji's face, but since he was helping her put on stockings, he couldn't take his gaze off her fair feet.

Jiang Mo's heart trembled slightly as he gently grasped the other's delicate foot.

Yan Lingji runs around all day without shoes and socks, which makes people wonder if her feet are rough or even calloused at such a young age.

But in reality, that's not the case at all.

Those spotless jade feet looked as white and tender as tofu that you could squeeze water out of, but in reality they were far smoother and softer than that. Even the delicate skin of a baby that couldn't withstand the wind couldn't compare to them.

In his panic, Jiang Mo almost let the object slip from his grasp.

Yan Lingji was very cooperative and placed it in his palm.

Feeling the other person's palm against the sole of her foot, and the warm touch of their fingers on the instep, Yan Lingji felt a strange sensation. Her plump, pink toes instinctively tightened and curled up, arching her instep into a breathtaking curve.

As if to ease his tension, Jiang Mo subconsciously took a deep breath.

Following the airflow, my nose keenly detected a few wafting scents, but there was no sour or unpleasant smell at all.

On the contrary, it also carries a faint, virginal fragrance.

"Just wear your socks, what are you sniffing around for? If you don't behave, I'll kick you in the face!"

A muffled voice came from Yan Lingji.

She was clearly flustered and incredibly shy.

Gently slip the rolled-up jade-hidden cicada stockings onto Yan Lingji's toes, adjust the angle slightly, and then roll them up along the girl's shapely calves.

Jiang Mo is not like Yan Lingji; his skills are all the result of diligent study and practice.

Years of wielding a knife had inevitably worn rough calluses onto his fingertips. Though fair, they resembled unpolished jade.

My fingertips traced along the skin of Yan Lingji's legs, feeling its softness and smoothness.

Following the graceful curve of her calves, Jiang Mo slowly pushed the stockings to cover Yan Lingji's slender legs, his fingertips clearly feeling the increasingly hot temperature.