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

Seeing Yan Lingji's bewildered expression, Wei raised her hand to lightly cover her lips, a hint of maternal smile in her eyes, and silently moved a little closer to Yan Lingji.

"Of course there are differences, and not only are there differences, but there are many different kinds!"

"I like my parents and relatives, and I also like my friends and pets. These emotions seem similar on the surface, but in reality they are not the same thing at all."

Wei stared at Yan Lingji's flushed face in the firelight, and patiently guided her step by step:

"So, Lord Yan, what kind of affection do you think you have for Mo? Is it as a pet, a friend, a family member, or perhaps..."

"Of course, they're childhood sweethearts!"

Wei'er was about to steer the conversation toward romantic love and help Yan Lingji, who was still in a naive age, to understand things better, but unexpectedly, the other party suddenly interrupted her.

She then uttered a word that Vera had never heard before, with remarkable smoothness.

"What kind of horse is this?"

Under Jiang Mo's influence, Yan Lingji has accumulated a lot of cultural knowledge, but Wei is definitely a barbarian from the Baiyue region.

Trying to explain idioms to her is like casting pearls before swine.

Not to mention the phrase "childhood sweethearts," which comes from the poem "Changgan Xing" by the great poet Li Bai. Even if you brought Han Fei (a famous poet of the Ming Dynasty) here, without knowing the historical allusion, let alone the illiterate barbarians of the Baiyue region, he would be completely baffled.

"Childhood sweethearts, plum and bamboo."

Looking at Wei's bewildered expression, Yan Lingji, who had always been looked down upon by Jiang Mo for her lack of cultural knowledge, felt a sense of triumph.

With a heart full of enthusiasm for teaching, she not only explained but also recited a poem on the spot:

"When my hair first covered my forehead, I played with flowers in front of the door. My love rode a bamboo horse, circling the bed and playing with green plums. We lived together in Changgan, two little ones without any suspicion or doubt..."

Clearly, she remembered more than just the stories Jiang Mo told her.

He also memorized some of the poems that interested him.

As the saying goes, "People today do not see the moon of ancient times, but the moon of today once shone on people of ancient times." Even though the times are different, the beautiful and moving emotions are always similar.

And the Poet Immortal truly lived up to his name.

He can use ornate language to describe magnificent and boundless scenes, yet he can also use simple and plain words to depict the purest and most beautiful emotions in the world.

Childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree.

Even Wei, who grew up among the Baiyue people, was touched by the pure beauty revealed in the poem and understood the meaning of the two idioms without any instruction.

Even when Yan Lingji stopped speaking, he subconsciously asked, "What happened next?"

"This poem shouldn't be finished yet, right?"

Wei is indeed a barbarian with questionable cultural background, but one can still sense that the emotional connotations the poem is trying to convey have not been fully developed.

It's like a folk song that just started and then abruptly stopped.

This made her incredibly itchy and restless.

"Later... I don't remember what happened next. Ah Mo always says those few words. I'll ask him again when he gets back."

Yan Lingji was satisfied with Wei's reaction and casually made a promise.

As for why Wei wasn't allowed to ask Jiang Mo directly, and why she had to go through Yan Lingji as an intermediary, it might indeed have been an unconscious, thoughtless act. However, as a woman herself, Wei sensed a hidden possessiveness in it.

Actually, she didn't just realize this now.

When they were walking in the mountains, Wei noticed that Yan Lingji was always clinging to Jiang Mo, and she thought it was because he was a little too excited.

But now it seems that they might be on guard against me.

The so-called childhood sweethearts...

Wei felt a bit conflicted. She felt like one of the guard dogs in the village, who would have been harmless as long as they stayed put and slept in their own territory.

But after smelling something suspicious, he took the initiative to go closer to take a look.

As a result, he was casually kicked to the side of the road.

I wanted to stand up and slap myself: You were so curious, so foolish, and now you've been shown off!

Feeling as if she had been brutally attacked for no reason, Wei's chest heaved violently.

It can be described as a scene of towering mountains and rolling forests, and a sea of ​​snow and surging jade tides.

She took several deep breaths to calm herself down and continued to talk to Yan Lingji with unwavering determination:

What if Mo likes someone else?

"Who? Peerless Ghost? Let's invite him to come and play together."

Yan Lingji replied without hesitation, but seemed to gradually realize something, raising her eyes to look at Wei, who had been guiding her thoughts:

"Amo always shares the things he likes with me."

She's still just a little girl after all...

Wei chuckled inwardly, already determined to make Yan Lingji understand. If all else failed, she would personally take action against that brat Mo.

I'll personally demonstrate to this young lady what a normal relationship between a man and a woman should be like.

Of course, some groundwork needs to be laid before that.

What if, by the time she's almost finished with Mo, Yan Lingji hasn't even realized what they're doing yet, and then raises her little hand and says, "Let's do it together!"

She's not here to play house, having sacrificed so much.

How can one reveal such unforgettable despair and collapse without ever facing their own inner emotions?

"Sister Yan'er, there are always some things that cannot be shared."

"And what about people?"

Unbeknownst to her, during the conversation, Wei had moved closer to Yan Lingji, and even their way of addressing each other became increasingly intimate.

She leaned close to Yan Lingji's ear and whispered something to her.

With her bright, clear eyes wide open, Yan Lingji stared blankly at Wei, her pretty face flushing red as if a raging fire had risen.

What are you talking about?

When Jiang Mo returned carrying a rabbit and a fish, he saw Yan Lingji and Wei whispering to each other, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

They were so wary of each other before, how come they're so close now?

"No, it's just girls' stuff, don't pry into it."

Before Wei could speak, Yan Lingji spoke decisively, her face flushed with a rosy glow like a fiery sunset, which made Jiang Mo momentarily stunned.

Chapter 36 What have you learned?!

Huoyu Mountain Villa is a rare prosperous place in the remote and impoverished Baiyue region.

The area is also rich in the rare and precious Fire Rain Agate, which adds an indescribable allure, reminiscent of the American West during the Gold Rush era, attracting countless people to yearn for it.

Huoyu Mountain Villa is truly a dazzling gem on the land of Baiyue.

Not to mention, the Baiyue treasures, which are closely related to the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon, are located in this incredibly wealthy manor.

So many things are closely related to it.

Although there are a few shots of Huoyu Manor in Tianxing Jiuge, they are often just fleeting glimpses and do not include the panoramic shots of looking into the distance that appeared in Xinzheng City.

Therefore, Jiang Mo did not have a very specific impression of Huoyu Manor.

It wasn't until he stood weary from his journey in front of Fire Rain Manor and witnessed the situation firsthand that he finally understood why this place possessed such immense wealth.

Putting everything else aside, the environment itself is extremely unique.

It is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the terrain is rugged and treacherous. Only the gate of the mountain villa faces a relatively flat and wide road.

Jiang Mo had never studied military books in depth, nor did he have any experience in leading troops into battle.

Even an ordinary person could see that Huoyu Manor, hidden deep in the valley, was an extremely difficult place to conquer, thanks to its unique geographical advantages.

Don't let its name fool you into thinking it's a leisure and tourism destination.

Just like the Baiyue village where Jiang Mo lived, although he always called it a village, when it comes to scale and combat power, how could an ordinary village compare?

Even some bandit strongholds that gather in the mountains and forests often cannot compare to it.

Fire Rain Manor was similar; compared to the grand mansions of wealthy families, it was more like a small city. Not only were the outer walls towering and thick, exceeding ten feet in height, but the manor gate itself was also exceptionally wide and imposing.

It would be more than enough to allow two carriages to travel side by side.

But what truly astonished Jiang Mo was the manor's gate, which was not made of wood but carved from a massive stone.

Jiang Mo couldn't help but think of the Dragon-Slaying Stone that often appeared in tomb raiding stories.

Once they fall, they will be separated by life and death, forever parted.

Such an imposing stone gate is not to be feared even if a powerful enemy attacks. Simply loosen the hinge mechanism to let the massive stone gate fall, making it difficult for the enemy to breach.

Even if battering rams were used, it would be difficult to shake it easily.

On both sides of the stone gate, there are also many guards from the manor stationed there, and you can see people patrolling around with knives from time to time.

They were called guards, but compared to private soldiers, they were probably only missing a suit of armor.

This situation alarmed Jiang Mo, and he couldn't help but wonder how the three wolves with the severed hair managed to get their hands on the manor, given the level of security he had seen so far.

Vulture's martial arts skills are not yet considered top-notch in the martial arts world.

Of course, Jiang Mo knew that in the tragedy that would happen at Fire Rain Manor in the future, the Three Wolves with Broken Hair were just pawns being manipulated, and the real mastermind was someone else.

The key question is, just how much involvement did the mastermind actually have...?

Just as they were pondering this, the servants who had stopped the four at the entrance of the manor, having verified their identities, immediately greeted them politely with clasped hands.

"Distinguished guests, please follow me. The master of the manor has been waiting for you in the main hall for quite some time."

The servant spoke politely, but Jiang Mo knew in his heart that Lord Huoyu couldn't possibly have been waiting for them on purpose. Putting aside the issue of status and position, even he himself wasn't sure when they would arrive while traversing the mountains and valleys of the Baiyue region.

Not to mention the Fire Rain Lord here.

Presumably, all those who come to offer birthday wishes will be led to the main hall upon arrival at the mountain villa, where they will be received by Master Huoyu.

Of course, there's no need to expose this politeness.

Led by the servants, Jiang Mo and his companions strolled through the manor, passing pavilions, terraces, galleries, and towers...