After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Chapter 202 You are in love with my master, right?

Seeing Yan Mobai's lips curled up with a hint of success, as if he really wanted a beating, Ning Miao's eyes were painful.

Putting the porcelain bowl aside, she covered her belly: "Do you know... do you know what medicine is in this soup? Uncle Shi said that pregnant women must not touch it, you..."

Yan Mobai was shocked.

"No way? Just at this little time..."

Just a little bit on his tongue.

Seeing Ning Miao's face wrinkled in pain, and remembering that just a little bit of Dust Death could kill someone instantly, Yan Mobai suddenly became panicked.

He threw off the thin blanket on his body, got off the bed quickly, hopped on one foot and prepared to go out to call Wu Ya.

He turned around and saw Ning Miao had stood up from the stool, with his arms folded across his chest, looking at him with interest, without any sign of stomachache.

Yan Mobai: "......"

It turned out to be a lie to him.

This woman!

He hopped back on one foot.

Under Ning Miao's gaze, he returned to the couch and leaned back against the head of the bed.

He glanced at her and said, "Just keep scaring me with him. When you scare me to death, you'll feel relieved."

"When was it not you who did bad things first?" Ning Miao asked.

"Kissing you is considered bad? But you used to want to do that with me every day." Yan Mobai said in a muffled voice.

Ning Miao: “…”

Seeing that he looked aggrieved, Ning Miao felt somewhat guilty, after all, what he said was true.

She didn't continue the topic, she picked up the medicine bowl and handed it to him again: "Drink it quickly, the medicine is cold."

Yan Mobai refused: "It's bitter."

Ning Miao was speechless.

How can someone who is not afraid of death be afraid of suffering?

Knowing that he was just being pretentious, she didn't bother to argue with him and took out a bag of candied fruits from her sleeve pocket.

"After drinking, there is this."

Yan Mobai still didn't answer: "It's useless, it makes me sad."

Ning Miao: “…”

Still excited, right?

"Forget about drinking it. It's not me who has the fever anyway."

Ning Miao put the medicine bowl aside, put the candied fruit into his sleeve, turned around and left.

Yan Mobai was not in a hurry. He looked at her back and said indifferently, "If you have a fever, then you have a fever. If you have a fever for two more days, you can still bother Master Wuya for two more days."

Ning Miao stopped and immediately turned around and went back.

He walked straight back to the couch and picked up the medicine bowl again.

Yan Mobai raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to speak when Ning Miao suddenly reached out and touched his acupoint under his shoulder blade.

Then he pinched his chin with one hand, pried open his mouth, held the porcelain bowl with the other hand, and poured the medicine in the bowl directly into his mouth.

Yan Mobai's Adam's apple rolled and he was forced to swallow.

After drinking it, Ning Miao stretched out his hand again and released his acupoints.

Because he drank too quickly, Yan Mobai choked and started coughing.

"Ning Miao, you really have no patience with me..."

"Be patient. This medicine needs to be reheated."

Ning Miao took out the bag of candied fruit from his sleeve pocket, opened it, picked up a fruit and handed it to his lips.

Yan Mobai looked at her and opened his mouth.

Ning Miao retracted his hand again: "Don't learn from me."

She was afraid that he would kiss her fingers again like he did last time.

"You also know that I am learning from you? That shows what you have done to me in the past?" Yan Mobai said in a cold voice.

Ning Miao was speechless.

She handed the preserves back to his lips.

Yan Mobai opened his mouth and took it.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Ning Miao turned on the lamp on the table in the side room and turned back to feel the temperature of his forehead.

"You take a rest first. Dinner will be served to you when it's ready."

"Are you going to carry it?" Yan Mobai asked.

Ning Miao looked at him and knew what he was thinking.

Nodding: "Yeah."

Yan Mobai didn't say anything more and lay down.

Ning Miao tucked in the thin blanket for him and left the room carrying the empty porcelain bowl.

-

The food in the mountains is simple, consisting of some mountain products. When the time is up, we kill a chicken and stew some wild mushroom and chicken soup.

When Ning Miao brought it to Yan Mobai's room, Yan Mobai had just fallen asleep.

Without waking him up, she quietly put the food on the table, walked forward and gently touched his forehead.

Seeing that the fever had subsided a lot, she felt a little relieved.

Yan Mobai opened his eyes.

Ning Miao didn't expect that he was such a light sleeper. Her movements were very light, but they still woke him up.

"Are you always this alert when you sleep?"

"Yeah." Yan Mobai sat up.

Ning Miao took a soft pillow and stuffed it behind him for him to lean on.

Then bring over the tray with the meal.

"The mountains are not like the mansion, so just make do with what you eat."

Yan Mobai looked at the things on the tray and curled his lips: "It's good."

"Have you eaten?" he asked her.

Ning Miao brushed her skirt and sat down on the stool beside the couch: "I've eaten."

Yan Mobai picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating slowly.

"Ning Miao, tell me about your childhood. Was it just you and Master Yikong?"

Ning Miao didn't expect him to say this at this time.

After a moment of silence, he nodded.

"Well, it's just the two of us. This is the second time I've met Uncle Wuya. I met him once when I was a child."

"The one who came the most was Nie Huan. She was my master's niece. At that time, I was looking forward to her coming all day long. When she came, I had a friend to play with."

"My master taught me how to read and write, play the musical instrument, chess, calligraphy, painting, military tactics, horse riding and archery. At that time, I felt that I had endless books to read and endless exercises to practice every day, and I yearned for the outside world."

“Looking back now, I realize that those were the happiest times.”

Yan Mobai ate in silence and listened in silence.

"What about you? What were you like as a child?" Ning Miao asked.

Yan Mobai's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

He raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "I don't remember much about my childhood."

Ning Miao looked deeply into his eyes and didn't ask any more questions.

She thought of the whip marks on his back.

She knew that he must have had some unpleasant experiences in his childhood.

-

Ning Miao washed the dishes.

After cleaning up, Ning Miao boiled hot water for everyone to bathe.

Yikong and Wuya were old, so they went to bed early after bathing.

Lan Ying and Yan Mobai shared a room, one slept on the bed and the other slept on the couch.

Ning Miao didn't feel sleepy after taking a bath, so he put on his clothes and went to sit in the yard.

Outside, the moon is bright, the sky is full of stars, and fireflies are flying.

It seems like it’s still the same as when I was a child, as if nothing has changed.

Ning Miao felt as if he was in another world.

Lan Ying went to the kitchen to pour water. When he passed the yard, he found a person sitting under the banyan tree in the yard. His clothes were as white as snow and his black hair was like a waterfall. He was startled.

He took a closer look and saw that it was Ning Miao, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Ning, why haven't you gone to bed yet?" He walked over.

Ning Miao came back to his senses and saw that he was holding a teapot in his hand.

"The charcoal stove in the kitchen is always on, with hot water boiling on it."

"Ah."

Lan Ying did not leave, but sat down on a sun bench some distance away from her.

Ning Miao was somewhat surprised by his action and looked at him.

"You got something to say?" she asked him.

Lan Ying was silent for a moment: "You are pleased with my master, right?"