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

His lingering sense of satisfaction was evident in his words.

She drank heartily and freely, and in a short time, most of the whole pot of orchid wine had been gone. Inevitably, some wine would slip down her lips.

Even the room was faintly filled with the aroma of wine.

This made Jiang Mo swallow hard.

The first thing you do after escaping is find some alcohol? I carefully hid it under the bed, but you just dug it out and drank it all.

You really are...

Jiang Mo's lips twitched slightly. Although he seemed to have no right to criticize Yan Lingji because he had been put on Zi Nu's alcohol restriction list for drinking too much these past two days, he still couldn't help but remind her: "It's better to drink less alcohol."

"Especially girls..."

"Before saying that, wipe your mouth clean first, it will be more convincing."

With a slight lift of her fingertips, the silvery stream of water pouring from the wine pot came to an abrupt halt. Yan Lingji glanced at her sideways, her expression playful.

Startled for a moment, Jiang Mo subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth.

He didn't think his alcoholism was so severe that he couldn't help but drool when he saw others drinking, but he couldn't guarantee that he hadn't been drooling over other desirable things just now.

However, there was no dampness on the back of my hand.

Yan Lingji's unrestrained laughter indicated that what she had just said was nothing more than a harmless joke.

"Drink up, it's a treat from your sister~"

Before her ethereal and charming laughter had even faded, Yan Lingji lightly raised her jade arm and tossed the wine jug in her hand toward Jiang Mo.

If you ask him if he's tempted, Jiang Mo will definitely say no.

But now that Yan Lingji has thrown the wine over, Jiang Mo has no choice but to drink it.

The only slight pity is that Yan Lingji's drinking posture was a bit too unrestrained.

Why can't you be a little more careful and sip slowly from the spout of the wine pot?

Just as he was feeling regretful, Jiang Mo reached out without hesitation to catch the wine that Yan Lingji had tossed to him. Given the distance inside the room, with his skill, catching it was undoubtedly easy for him.

But because of distraction, I forgot about the injury on my hand.

Previously, in order to help Yan Lingji break through that ice crystal cage, Jiang Mo concentrated all the power that Yan Lingji possessed at his fingertips, thus achieving the effect of breaking through the surface with a single point.

However, upon impact, the finger bone broke.

If a normal person were to suffer a fracture in their right hand, their dominant hand, they would undoubtedly be writhing in pain and groaning.

However, Jiang Mo's puppet-like body was quite numb to pain.

When he rescued Princess Honglian, it was only after she reminded him that Jiang Mo belatedly realized the injury on his arm.

It's just a broken finger now.

The pain had long been suppressed by the joy of reuniting with Yan Lingji.

No matter how numb you become, the injury won't lessen in the slightest. Before, when there were no major movements, I didn't feel anything.

Now he reached out and caught the wine jug that Yan Lingji was running towards.

The impact caused Jiang Mo's stiff, expressionless face to twitch in pain, and he almost dropped the wine pot and shattered it on the ground.

"Are you mute? Your fingers are twisted like this, and you didn't even say anything?"

Seeing Jiang Mo's reaction, Yan Lingji was clearly stunned for a moment, and then she noticed his slightly twisted fingers, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"A minor injury, not enough..."

Jiang Mo casually explained, holding the wine pot in his left hand, and raised his hand to pour the remaining orchid wine into his mouth.

"Stop talking nonsense, what kind of alcohol do you, a patient, want to drink!"

Before he could finish speaking or even take a sip of wine, a lithe figure was already in front of him, snatching the wine jug from Jiang Mo's hand, grabbing his collar, and throwing Jiang Mo onto the bed.

Feeling the lingering warmth of his body on the bed, Jiang Mo was still in a daze.

Chapter 109 Are you a believer?

Jiang Mo was completely dazed when he fell onto the bed.

Yan Lingji, who often says "I am a barbarian," has a wild and unruly streak deep down, something Jiang Mo knows.

Therefore, he did not stop them when they set fire to the Blood-Clad Marquis's residence.

Having been imprisoned for so long, Yan Lingji definitely needed to vent her frustrations; otherwise, the pent-up emotions she had been harboring would be difficult to quell.

You can stop them today, but can you do it tomorrow?

In particular, Jiang Mo has not yet been able to prove his identity, so Yan Lingji may not necessarily listen to what he says now.

If you anger them, they might just leave.

Once out of Jiang Mo's sight, if Yan Lingji were to act impulsively and lose her temper, she might even set fire to the royal palace.

In the anime, she once stormed the royal palace alone.

At that time, Ji Wuye and others deliberately indulged her, which allowed Yan Lingji to escape unscathed after threatening King Han to his face.

But the current situation is completely different.

First, find a reason to keep Yan Lingji calm, then try to subtly reveal his identity in various ways to increase his status and influence in Yan Lingji's heart.

Take your time and proceed gradually.

Jiang Mo had this plan in mind, fearing that his actions might be too hasty and make Yan Lingji suspect that he was a lecherous rogue with ulterior motives.

Although Jiang Mo did indeed lust after Yan Lingji's body.

But can those be the same?

Unexpectedly, while Jiang Mo was still trying to calm himself down and proceed cautiously, Yan Lingji simply threw him onto the bed.

The sight of her walking towards him with flushed cheeks made Jiang Mo feel momentarily dazed.

I vaguely remember that back at Fire Rain Manor, Yan Lingji, in a drunken state, boldly put her toes into her lap...

Jiang Mo suddenly wanted to take back what he had just said.

Alcohol is a good thing, everyone should drink more, it's fine.

The transformation into a corpse puppet not only weakened his sense of pain, but also greatly reduced his sense of taste and other perceptions, making Jiang Mo less enjoyable.

For example, the bed beneath you is large and soft.

It is also decorated with patterns that evoke images of mandarin ducks playing in the water, which inspire contemplation.

But when Jiang Mo lay on it before, he didn't think much of it. It felt no different from when he was in the wild with the sky as his blanket and the ground as his bed.

But at this moment, as he watched Yan Lingji slowly walking towards him, his heart fluttered slightly.

Although he had only been lying in bed for a short while, Yan Lingji had made the already soft bedding very warm, so that Jiang Mo could clearly feel a warm current enveloping his entire body.

It slightly accelerated the flow of the lukewarm blood and qi.

Jiang Mo looked up at Yan Lingji, somewhat habitually waiting for her next move, only to see her raise her delicate, white hand and offer it to him:

"What are you standing there waiting for? Hands!"

"Oh? Oh, it's nothing serious, this little injury will heal on its own soon..."

Startled for a moment, Jiang Mo realized that the other person was continuing to talk about the injury.

This Flame is one of them.

Why do I become less and less sincere as I get older?

Just say you care. Why keep it all hidden? If it weren't for me, who would easily know your true feelings?

Arrogance and haughtiness are outdated!

"Stop talking nonsense! I hate guys like you who always try to be tough!!"

Yan Lingji glared at Jiang Mo, then reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling his broken right hand in front of her for a closer look.

Her actions seemed somewhat rough, not at all like she was treating a patient.

It could even be said that she deliberately hurt Jiang Mo. Seeing the grimacing look on his usually calm and aloof face, Yan Lingji felt a great relief from the pent-up anger in her heart.

She didn't know why she was so angry.

Perhaps it was the other party's act of taking all the trouble upon herself that reminded Yan Lingji of memories sealed deep within her heart, touching a raw nerve.

The image reflected in my eyes was one that was still unfamiliar.

But what comes to mind is the figure that Yan Lingji can never forget.

Every word and action of Yan Lingji affects her emotions, making it impossible for her to maintain the indifferent attitude she has towards others.

The world should have been shrouded in darkness by then.

But why do I see a familiar look in this stranger?

Yan Lingji felt her head was in a complete mess.

A perfect three-quarters intoxication stirred up a multitude of emotions within her, yet it also made her reason somewhat weary, leaving her unable to sort things out or understand them for a moment.

Yan Lingji lowered her eyelids slightly, carefully concealing her emotions.

She grabbed Jiang Mo's wrist, feeling his body temperature, which was noticeably lower than normal, and her embroidered eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Corpse puppet transformation...

I do have a solution, but I've only used it on one person.

Yan Ling Ji does not intend to use it on a second person.

Even if the other party rescues him from his cage.

"Flames, heal the wounds of this warrior before me!"

While pondering, Yan Lingji softly chanted and cast a rare healing spell. She brought her fingers together in the shape of flames and gently touched Jiang Mo's hand.

The familiar prayer gesture made Jiang Mo's eyebrows twitch.

Is the primordial fire still chasing me?