When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

After doing all this, Jiang Song sat on the edge of the bed, holding an ancient book in his hand, flipping through it casually to pass the time, but in fact he was secretly expecting something in his heart.

This is an ancient book on pharmacology, which records the medicinal properties, compatibility and some simple medical knowledge of various herbs.

Jiang Song guessed that these were probably Xie Changyan's previous collection of books. After all, he had been ill, so it was reasonable for him to have some medical books at home.

As she flipped through the book, she suddenly realized that the forms and medicinal properties of the various herbs described in the book emerged clearly in her mind, as if she had touched and studied them personally.

This made her slightly stunned, and she gradually realized that she seemed to have accidentally mastered a strange ability - she could remember everything she saw, and could even deeply understand and remember the knowledge in the book.

When reading the "Xisui Jing" a few days ago, Jiang Song thought it was the special effect of the technique that allowed her to improve her mental ability and memory while practicing.

But at this moment, facing this ordinary ancient pharmacology book that has nothing to do with cultivation, she is more convinced that this ability is not limited to the practice of exercises, but a change in herself.

In other words, her body is like a treasure, gradually unlocking more potential and talents.

Jiang Song was both surprised and delighted, and quickly flipped through a few more pages. As expected, with each page she turned, the text and illustrations became deeply engraved in her memory, as if branded, and were extremely clear.

She tried to recall the contents of the first few pages of the book, and was able to recite them word for word, even down to the tiny notes.

"Wonderful! When I read fantasy novels in the past, the protagonists in the books seemed to have similar golden fingers. I didn't expect that I would have such an adventure." Jiang Song marveled in his heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In this way, she will be able to learn any knowledge and master any skills with half the effort in the future.

Then, standing firm in this world and becoming a strong person will no longer be an unattainable dream.

When I had read half of the ancient book, I finally heard light footsteps outside the door, followed by the subtle sound of the door hinge turning.

Jiang Song quickly closed the ancient book in his hand, placed it on the small table beside the bed, and stood up to walk towards the door.

The door was slowly pushed open, and Xie Changyan appeared at the door, holding a dim lantern in his hand.

He was wearing a plain pajamas, with his black hair tied up casually. He lacked the coldness of the daytime and had more of the leisurely feeling of home.

Under the moonlight, his face looked even more gentle like jade, which made Jiang Song lose his mind slightly.

"Husband, you are here." Jiang Song's voice was gentle. She took a few steps forward, naturally took the lantern from Xie Changyan's hand, and hung it on the shelf beside her.

Xie Changyan nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Jiang Song for a moment, then he walked into the room and closed the door quietly.

Although it was a cold day in December, the house was warm as spring. The crackling charcoal fire in the copper stove dispelled the chill of the winter night.

Jiang Song still felt that he would be cold, so he took out a brocade cloak from the closet and gently put it on Xie Changyan's shoulders, "It's cold at night, my husband, be careful not to catch a cold."

She tied his cloak meticulously, and when she looked up, their eyes met, a trace of warmth quietly flowed between them.

Xie Changyan took the opportunity to hold Jiang Song's hand.

Those hands were very beautiful, slender like jade onions, with slightly cold fingertips, but gradually warmed up under his palms.

Jiang Song's heart skipped a beat and his cheeks felt slightly hot, but he didn't pull his hand back and let him hold it like this.

The distance between them inadvertently shortened, and the elegant cold fragrance on his body gradually lingered in Jiang Song's nostrils, making her heart flutter involuntarily.

She lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to look directly into Xie Changyan's eyes, for fear that her inner throbbing would be revealed.

Everything around them seemed to have quieted down, leaving only the gentle breathing of the two people and the occasional whisper of the night wind coming from outside the window.

"Husband, I have warmed up the wine. Would you like to have a drink together to warm your body?" Jiang Song's voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it reached Xie Changyan's ears clearly.

After she finished speaking, the blush on her cheeks became even more intense, and it seemed that even her ears were stained with a faint pink.

Upon hearing this, Xie Changyan's eyes flickered slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He nodded slightly, let go of Jiang Song's hand, turned and walked to the table.

On the table, a pot of warm wine was emitting wisps of steam, and two exquisite porcelain cups were placed next to it.

Jiang Song picked up the wine jug and slowly filled a glass for each of them. He then handed one to Xie Changyan and took the other, taking a sip. "It's late at night and the dew is heavy. My husband, please drink this to relieve the chill."

She raised her glass and lightly touched it against Xie Changyan's. The crisp sound of the collision echoed in the quiet room, like a subtle resonance between the two people's hearts.

Xie Changyan picked up the wine glass but did not drink. He just looked at Jiang Song quietly. His eyes were as deep as the sea, yet gentle enough to drown someone.

Jiang Song felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by him. His eyes flickered slightly and he lowered his head shyly.

She was keenly aware that his expression was a little richer than during the day.

The tenderness hidden beneath the coldness, like a flower quietly blooming in spring, inadvertently touched her heartstrings.

"Husband, why don't you drink? Are you following the doctor's orders not to drink?" Jiang Song raised his head and looked at Xie Changyan, his eyes full of concern.

Xie Changyan shook his head slightly. He raised his wrist slightly and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. His movements were elegant and calm, without losing any grace.

Jiang Song finally breathed a sigh of relief, a bright smile appearing on his face, as if even the stars in his eyes seemed to brighten a little.

She poured herself another glass of wine and took a sip. The warm wine slid down her throat, bringing a warmth.

The two of them sat opposite each other, occasionally clinking their glasses and occasionally eating snacks on the table. Although Jiang Song was the only one mumbling in a low voice, the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

As the night deepened, the pot of wine was almost empty. Jiang Song's cheeks flushed slightly and his eyes became a little blurry.

She rubbed her temples lightly, feeling a little tipsy.

"Husband, I'm a little sleepy." Jiang Song's voice was soft and a little lazy.

Upon hearing this, Xie Changyan put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, walked to the bed, and gently lifted the bed curtain.

He turned to look at Jiang Song with gentle eyes and waved at her.

Jiang Song nodded, stood up and walked to the bed, but he swayed slightly when he stepped over the threshold and almost fell.

Xie Changyan was quick-witted and quick-handed. He stepped forward and held her waist, steadying her body.

Jiang Song raised his head and looked at Xie Changyan. The small mole at the corner of his eye looked even more eye-catching and captivating under the dim light.

"Thank you, husband." She murmured, leaning in Xie Changyan's arms.

Xie Changyan didn't say anything, but just helped Jiang Song walk to the bed. He didn't turn around to blow out the candle on the table until she lay down and covered herself with the quilt.

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness, with only the hazy moonlight coming in from the window spilling onto the ground, outlining the contours of objects.

Xie Changyan returned to the bed, took off his outer robe, lifted the quilt and lay down beside Jiang Song.

He stretched out his arms, gently embraced Jiang Song in his arms, and let her lean on his chest.

Jiang Song's drunkenness dissipated instantly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

She could clearly feel the rise and fall of Xie Changyan's chest, the warm breath that gushed into her ears, and the faint, cool fragrance of his body...

All this made her unable to calm down!

Jiang Song turned over and faced Xie Changyan, but didn't dare to meet his gaze. He just buried his head in his chest, his voice trembling slightly, "Husband, I..."

She wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start. The throbbing and shyness intertwined and entangled, making her words fragmented.

Before Jiang Song could finish her words, her body was turned over and pressed under a shadow. She met Xie Changyan's eyes, which were stained with lust and flashed with a captivating light under the hazy moonlight.

Jiang Song's heart suddenly trembled and his breathing became rapid.

She subconsciously wanted to turn her head away, but Xie Changyan gently pressed the back of her head...

The night was as dark as ink, and the wind blew gently through the window lattice, bringing with it a faint sound.

On the bed, the brocade quilt fluttered, the room was charming, and the spring atmosphere was getting stronger.