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

After all, the other party had far too many ingenious ideas.

Yan Lingji, a simple country girl, could never have imagined how creative people in the information age could be.

As a result, I always got led astray by the other party.

Now, he doesn't even dare to casually say "kick" anymore, always feeling that it's a different kind of reward for Jiang Mo.

"Just don't move around."

Jiang Mo, sitting behind Yan Lingji, smiled. He sat on a large rock by the stream for a long time, seemingly rooted there forever, showing no intention of getting up.

As he spoke, he reached out and tugged at the corner of his shirt.

The twisted limbs, like tentacles, trembled slightly beneath the hem of the garment, emitting a rustling sound.

Seemingly influenced by her subconscious, Yan Lingji appeared somewhat distracted.

Despite being told not to move around, she still fidgeted restlessly while sitting on Jiang Mo's lap, her delicate buttocks rubbing against his legs.

"See, it's always you who's fidgeting..."

With his hand on Yan Lingji's shoulder, Jiang Mo leaned over and whispered something in her ear, then reached out and gathered a strand of her hair, inhaling its faint fragrance.

Yan Lingji obediently sat up straight.

Silent, overflowing affection flowed into Yan Lingji's heart through the Eternal Bond Gu, causing her to feel an intense anticipation and temporarily suppress her restlessness.

The swaying, fair feet stopped.

Like a customer sitting under Tony the hairdresser's scissors, she sat quietly, watching Jiang Mo's somewhat clumsy movements only through the reflection on the water's surface.

Neither of them spoke.

Yet, the same warmth spread through both of their hearts at the same time.

Until a familiar object came into view, Yan Lingji's eyes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but softly break the tranquil atmosphere:

"This bone hairpin is..."

"You were the one who helped me find my mother's belongings. The situation was too urgent back then, and I completely forgot about them. I didn't expect you to still remember them so fondly~"

Stroking the bone hairpin in his hand, Jiang Mo couldn't help but chuckle softly.

It seemed as if I was recalling the scene of our first meeting, remembering the little girl sitting on the treetop, gently swaying her toes.

Yan Lingji clearly recalled the same memory, and a nostalgic smile appeared on her face.

However, she was no longer the naive girl she once was. She didn't ask Jiang Mo for the bone hairpin again; instead, she raised her hand to stop him.

"Since it's a keepsake, you should cherish it. You don't need to cater to me."

"Fool, the reason I didn't give it to you back then was because Mother said it was for her future daughter-in-law. If I don't give it to you now, who should I give it to?"

Jiang Mo smiled and gently inserted the bone hairpin into Yan Lingji's hair bun.

Yan Lingji was stunned for a moment, suddenly unsure of what to say. So she simply said nothing, turned around and threw herself into Jiang Mo's arms, expressing the emotions surging in her heart in the purest way.

"I told you not to move around, why did you do it again..."

Jiang Mo quickly swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. The hair he had just styled for Yan Lingji was now clearly going to be a waste of his time.

With lightning speed, taking advantage of Yan Lingji's focus on the kiss, he used his fingers as a knife and swung them towards the hem of her clothes. As a few drops of blood splattered, some uncontrollable, misplaced limbs were thrown into the water by Jiang Mo.

Splash!

Waves surged and splashed.

While fishing, Wushuang Gui, who had been dozing off, was suddenly awakened. Upon seeing a huge carp, he panicked and jumped straight out of the water, landing directly on the shore and frantically thrashing his tail.

Snap~ Snap~

Startled, Wushuang Gui glanced at the motionless fishing rod, then at the carp thrashing about, his head spinning.

Did you catch the fish here?

Forget it, whatever, there's no air force anyway.

Without much thought, Wushuang Gui grinned, walked straight over, reached out and lifted the carp, his mind focused on only one thing:

The older brother and sister are rolling around together again.

Then later...

What should we eat?

The cuckoo's call echoes in the misty rain; I sit or lie in my awning and listen to spring depart.

A beautiful woman stands by the water, her face slightly damp with fragrant sweat and her powder not yet dry.

The misty rain fell gently, creating ripples on the calm lake. Jiang Mo lightly tapped the water with his bamboo pole, and the small boat under his feet moved forward leisurely.

The already vibrant lotus leaves, after being bathed in the drizzle of late spring, are even more lush and verdant.

Yan Lingji sat by the boat, seemingly wanting to peel some tender lotus seeds to taste, just like the lotus-picking girl in the poem. But the season was wrong; even the newly sprouted lotus buds were nowhere to be found, let alone lotus seeds.

However, Yan Lingji was not disappointed.

With a gentle touch, she spotted the largest lotus leaf, snapped off its stem, and broke it off, holding it above her head like an umbrella.

Then she moved closer to Jiang Mo and used the lotus leaf to shield him from the wind and rain.

Jiang Mo glanced at her sideways and simply smiled.

With this light drizzle, the two of them didn't need anything special to shield them from the wind and rain. Even if they did, Yan Lingji could easily create a vacuum in the rain with her flames, remaining unaffected by the wind and rain.

Yan Lingji herself was of course aware of this.

She held up a lotus leaf and leaned closer, just like those girls who lied about not having an umbrella, simply wanting to get closer to their sweetheart.

We traveled together on the same boat and shared an umbrella.

In the misty, rainy world, the two nestled together gently, and all the storms of the world seemed insignificant.

Wushuang Gui, whose physique prevented him from boarding the small boat, squatted by the riverbank with his knees drawn up to his chest.

It looked so pitiful, just like a dog that had been tied up there.

No one noticed that Jiang Mo's hair, which had grown too fast and was left unattended, was gently swaying in the wind and rain, twisting like countless snakes, flicking their long, thin tongues in all directions.

It's not just wild and unrestrained; it's downright chilling, like Medusa.

As the days grow longer and the shade of the green trees deepens, the reflection of the Milky Way falls into the pond.

A gentle breeze stirs the branches and leaves, and the fragrance of roses fills the night.

In May, as the summer heat intensifies, the night breeze remains cool and comfortable. Jiang Mo and Yan Lingji lie quietly atop the dense treetops, the starlight reflected in their eyes.

"This one is Altair, and that one should be Vega."

Jiang Mo held Yan Lingji's hand and pointed towards the clear, unblemished starry sky, patiently teaching her to identify some of the iconic stars.

"The Cowherd? The Weaver Girl?"

As Yan Lingji gazed at the two stars separated by the vast Milky Way, she subconsciously repeated the two unfamiliar names, a sense of inexplicable sorrow spreading through her heart.

Perhaps it was influenced by Jiang Mo's emotional changes.

As Yan Lingji thought this, she turned her head and quietly looked at the profile of the person next to her, but all she could see was a calm and serene face.

"Oh, I don't think I've told you this story before."

Jiang Mo gazed at the starry sky, a thoughtful and reminiscing expression on his face. He cleared his throat and assumed a posture as if he were about to tell a story.

Yan Lingji was slightly surprised.

When she was little, she did enjoy listening to all sorts of strange and wonderful stories from Jiang Mo, but that was all in her childhood.

As she grew up, she stopped listening to those unrealistic stories.

Instead, they go and experience their own unique stories.

But Jiang Mo unexpectedly put on this story-telling pose again after a long time, which made Yan Lingji feel a little nostalgic, so she also cooperated by adopting a listening posture.

His slightly deep voice seemed to possess a unique magic.

Halfway through the conversation, Yan Lingji found herself unable to keep her eyes open, her consciousness beginning to waver between sleep and reality.

What did you learn from this story?

Half-asleep, a question suddenly came out of Jiang Mo's mouth. Still groggy, Yan Lingji didn't think twice and instinctively replied:

"A cowherd who doesn't act like a rogue won't marry a good wife..."

This tongue-twisting answer startled Jiang Mo, who chuckled and gently touched Yan Lingji's cheek.

"Fool, this story tells us that separation is only temporary."

"Across the starry sky and through the river of time, we will eventually meet again, bathed in the same starlight."

"No, I don't want to..."

Amidst soft murmurs, Yan Lingji subconsciously struggled to open her eyes, but Jiang Mo's fingers gently brushed across her eyelids.

"Sleep well, sleep peacefully."

Jiang Mo spoke softly and gently, but the flesh on his face began to writhe uncontrollably, with bloody wounds constantly opening and healing.

It seemed as if something was trying to break free of its body.

"Why the rush, old friend? After tomorrow, the story will come to an end, and you will see the light of day again."

He ignored the changes in his body that he could no longer suppress.

Jiang Mo scooped up the sleeping Yan Lingji in his arms and walked toward the Xuan Yin Coffin that had followed them all the way. His gaze swept over Wushuang Gui, who was also dozing off even though he hadn't been affected by the curse, and he couldn't help but shake his head: "How can I feel at ease with one or two of them?"

Chapter 98 May, Your Lie

"It's surprising that he showed up on his own initiative."

Sitting atop a tall horse, Bai Yifei gazed at the young man slowly approaching from the opposite side. A hint of surprise couldn't help but show on his pale, sickly, and cold face.

When Bai Yifei heard his subordinate's report just now, he almost thought he had misheard.

Even though he saw the other party approaching alone, he did not relax his guard. Instead, he became even more vigilant and silently gestured to his subordinates behind him.

The art of witchcraft is insidious and difficult to guard against.