A small portion of ice was all he could find after searching the entire city, and it had cost a considerable sum of silver. However, seeing the smile on Feng Jin's face made it all worthwhile.
"If you enjoy drinking it, then stock up on ice this winter. You can have it during the sweltering summer days next year. But iced water is bad for your health, especially when consumed in summer. You mustn't drink too much."
Ling Mo Han had previously disdained the aristocratic sons for their extravagant use of manpower, wealth, and resources to store ice. But if Feng Jin liked it, he was willing to do so.
"As you said, drinking iced beverages in the sweltering summer is bad for my health. I've never had much self-control, and I particularly enjoy pleasures. I would naturally drink too much, so you don't need to store any ice."
Feng Jin knew how difficult it was to store ice. For a moment of enjoyment, spending so much money and manpower was truly not worth it.
"I'm not eating anymore. If I eat too much at night, my stomach will inevitably feel uncomfortable. Have it cleared away."
Feng Jin rose from the table and quickly had the dishes removed. She couldn't guarantee that her indulgence would not lead her to finish everything.
It was already late at night, and eating too much would lead to indigestion, making it difficult for her to sleep. It was better to eat only half full.
Ling Mo Han had a habit of reading before sleep, a practice he had maintained for over ten years without interruption. He sat at his desk, reached for a scroll, and several sheets of paper fell with it.
One of the papers had strange patterns drawn on it, which caught Ling Mo Han's attention. He bent down to pick it up. The lines on the paper were too thin and did not appear to be drawn with a brush.
Ling Mo Han was captivated by the peculiar drawing style and held the paper, examining it carefully.
After a long time, he still couldn't discern its intricacies.
He could only turn to Feng Jin and ask, "What is this?"
Feng Jin glanced down and saw that it was the blueprint for a firearm that she had casually drawn.
"It's nothing, just a weapon blueprint I drew randomly. I only drew half of it, and it probably can't be manufactured."
After all, the manufacturing of a firearm was extremely precise, allowing for no deviation.
Moreover, she was not sure about the current level of craftsmanship in Dong Chu, so she had only drawn half and left it there.
"A weapon blueprint..." Ling Mo Han murmured, then continued to ask, "What kind of weapon is it? Can you tell me?"
It wasn't something that couldn't be said. Feng Jin informed Ling Mo Han about the firearm in detail.
Ling Mo Han listened with disbelief. Could such an exquisite weapon truly exist in this world? With such a weapon, one could take an enemy's life from a hundred meters away on the battlefield.
"Draw the rest of the blueprint." Ling Mo Han hastily thrust the paper and brush into Feng Jin's hand, urging her to complete the drawing.
Feng Jin hesitated for a moment and then, relying on her memory, drew the remaining parts.
After making revisions for half an hour, Feng Jin finally put down her brush. "It's done."
Ling Mo Han eagerly leaned over to look at the paper. This weapon, only a few dozen centimeters long, had such complex and precise steps within it.
Could Dong Chu's current manufacturing capabilities truly produce it? Ling Mo Han's face showed a look of difficulty.
"This firearm is complex and precise. The reason I only drew half of it was because I considered that the current technology couldn't manufacture it, so I didn't intend to tell you."
"It is indeed complex, but... I still want to try."
Ling Mo Han's eyes were firm. If he gave up without even trying, then there would truly be no hope at all.
"Then let's try."
Ling Mo Han studied the blueprint for a long time. With Feng Jin's explanations, a rough image began to form in his mind.
It was only late at night when he finally put down the blueprint.
He reached for the long, black object on the desk and began to examine it.
It seemed Feng Jin had just used this to draw on the paper.
Ling Mo Han imitated Feng Jin and drew on the paper. Black marks instantly appeared. He tried to wipe them away forcefully, but not a single trace could be removed.
He then tried holding it and writing a few words on the paper.
To his surprise, this object was much easier to use than a brush. It didn't require dipping into ink; he could simply write on the paper directly. And the writing was dry immediately, so there was no need to worry about smudging the ink and blurring the characters. It was indeed very convenient.
"What strange and peculiar thing is this?"
Ling Mo Han held up the unidentified object and asked Feng Jin. She always seemed to produce things he had never seen before, and they were surprisingly easy and convenient to use.
"This is a pencil. We use these to write where I come from. It's much more convenient than a brush."
Feng Jin was truly not adept at using a brush, which was why she created the pencil.
"Pencil..." Ling Mo Han examined the black, finger-thick object in his hand and curiously wrote a few more words on the paper.
"How do you always come up with such strange things? What kind of place do you come from?"
Feng Jin's gaze flickered, and she stammered, "I learned it from my master. He taught me these things naturally."
What she said wasn't entirely wrong. Everything she knew and had learned was indeed taught by others, just not within the same era.
Naturally, there would be some discrepancies in knowledge.
Ling Mo Han nodded, seemingly unconvinced. After a pause, he said, "Will you leave and return to the place you lived before?"
Feng Jin paused while tidying the bedding, her eyes shimmering with tears. Could she still go back?
"I don't know. Perhaps I will return one day, or perhaps I will never go back."
"When you go back, can you take me with you?"
After these past few days together, Ling Mo Han increasingly felt that Feng Jin did not belong to their world. But he didn't know if Feng Jin was ultimately a god or a demon. All he knew was that he could no longer do without Feng Jin, and wherever Feng Jin went, he would follow.
Feng Jin's eyes were filled with astonishment. She looked at Ling Mo Han blankly, her heart deeply touched. After a moment, she nodded. "Wherever I go, I will naturally take you with me."
"Good. You must remember what you've said. Do not break your promise."
Feng Jin nodded in agreement and leaned into Ling Mo Han's embrace. "Ling Mo Han, if... if I am not the real Feng Jin, what will you do?"
Ling Mo Han's arm around Feng Jin stiffened. He then held her tightly in his arms and said resolutely, "No matter who you are, I only love you. Even if you are a god or a demon, I only wish to be with you for all eternity."
Feng Jin couldn't help but roll her eyes. This was getting into the realm of gods and spirits, gods and demons!
But speaking of which, what kind of being was she now? A soul occupying someone else's body...
Perhaps she was not even as good as a demon...
Feng Jin immediately felt inferior. The gap was truly too vast. At least the former was a physical being, while she was just an ethereal soul.
"I am not a god, nor am I a demon..."