Time Travel and Love

"Forget it." Chu Qingmeng lay back on the table in the pavilion. "They still have official business to attend to. Besides, they are old now. They probably can't practice well anymore, right?"

"..." Feiying didn't respond. One can practice to acquire the skills, but, uh, Wen Zhong's martial arts were acquired by licking blood on the tip of a knife, and his martial arts were acquired by fighting and torturing in the secret guard camp. So the two young masters probably couldn't practice very good martial arts. After all, the master was just talking, she really couldn't bear to let the two young masters suffer.

But Mo Liujin seemed to have the same idea, so he told Shuang Cheng to ask Wen Zhong to train his two sons. However, as Chu Qingmeng said, he also had to take into account that they had to handle official business, so it was just two hours from the beginning of Yinshi to the beginning of Chenshi every day. Even if it was just a little improvement, Mo Liujin's requirements were not high.

So the next day, after sleeping too much these past few days, Chu Qingmeng got up at the hour of Mao on her own initiative for the first time. She had intended to go out to watch the sunrise, but when she opened the door, she saw Kui Wenzhong standing at the door, replacing Mo Liujin. Thinking she had seen it wrong, she went back into the room, rubbed her eyes, and opened the door again. Sure enough, it was Kui Wenzhong again.

Feiying, who saw her behavior, laughed out loud, "Master, you are not mistaken, there is no need to doubt your eyes."

Seeing this, Kui Wenzhong also laughed, "Master, why are you up so early today?" He had followed Chu Qingmeng for a period of time as Fei Ling, and knew that asking her to get up early was no different from asking for her life. Today was a novelty that she got up so early.

"Mother," they said, but didn't move. Kui Wenzhong was disgusted by their weak foundation and wanted to start from scratch. They had already been in horse stance for over an hour.

Chu Qingmeng held his forehead. Damn, Kui Wenzhong's smile was particularly dazzling. "I've been sleeping too much lately. I really can't lie down anymore."

Kui Wenzhong nodded and then said, "Today is the thirteenth day. It's time to ask Quan Si to come and take my pulse. If I have nothing to do, I'd better not go out. The Wanshou Festival is in seven days, so I need to recover first."

"..."

"Princess, it's windy this morning. Let's put on our makeup before going out." Chun He came over from the corridor and helped Chu Qingmeng back to the house, but...

Chu Qingmeng looked at Xia Zhi standing silently by the side with a hint of curiosity. Ever since she woke up, she had been here almost every day as a background figure. Previously, she and Chun He had each taken care of her makeup and grooming on their own. Chu Qingmeng had no idea that Mo Liujin, despite ignoring the disguises of the people on the fifth floor, wouldn't even let them do Chu Qingmeng's makeup! But this was even better for them. Besides Shuang Cheng, who else knew how to do these things?

After breakfast, Chu Qingmeng stared at the big bowl of medicine in front of her in a daze. Chunhe urged her to drink it quickly, but Chu Qingmeng was full of hatred and resentment. This thing was too hard to drink. She always had to struggle in her heart before she could drink two big bowls of medicine every day.

"What's wrong? Are you staring at the medicine in a daze?" Mo Liujin came in from outside. For some reason, during this period of time, as long as he finished the things at hand, he would come back to accompany her. It seemed that he had a psychological trauma. Perhaps it was because the fact that Chu Qingmeng's chest did not rise or fall at all that day had shocked him too much.

Chu Qingmeng looked up at him pitifully. Chunhe covered his mouth with his hands and chuckled, then quickly retreated with Xia Zhi. "Third Master, you can comfort the girl yourself. If you hadn't come, I'm afraid the girl would have gritted her teeth and drank it now. Now that you're here, this bowl of medicine will have to be left for a quarter of an hour."

Chun He was right. Mo Liujin did coax her for a quarter of an hour before she drank the medicine. However, not long after she drank the medicine, Mo Chenfeng suddenly sent someone to call Chu Qingmeng and Mo Liujin over.

Chu Qingmeng was puzzled and asked the messenger to confirm, "Father wants me to go with the Third Master?"

"Yes, Princess. I didn't misunderstand you." The servant replied.

Chu Qingmeng looked at Mo Liujin, his face full of confusion. Mo Liujin just smiled and took her hand, "Let's go and see what father wants."

The two drove to the study, only to find Mo Liufang and his brothers all there. Chu Qingmeng was completely bewildered. Were they supposed to be discussing something? Then why had she been called in? After greeting each other, Mo Chenfeng gestured for her to sit on a specially brought chair nearby. Chu Qingmeng was shocked again. Huh? Next to the desk? The positions of the teacher's left and right guardians?

Mo Liujin was also a little shocked, but he immediately understood what his father meant. This was what Qingmeng had to hear today. At this point, Mo Liujin lowered his eyes to hide the smile in his eyes. Did his father really intend to treat Qingmeng as his own son?

Mo Liufang was also in a state of confusion. Fortunately, he was his biological father, otherwise, it looked like his father really disliked him. The others were also slightly shocked. Did their father intend to bring Qingmeng along to discuss matters?

Mo Chenfeng paid no attention to the thoughts of his followers. He simply spoke to himself, discussing the situation in the court. Chu Qingmeng was bored and began to scribble with the pen on the desk. However, when he heard Mo Chenfeng mention that there had been a lot of commotion in the Crown Prince's Mansion recently, he glanced at him in surprise. Did he really take his words to heart? In fact, Chu Qingmeng was sometimes quite curious. Why did Mo Chenfeng, who could clearly suppress a group of ministers in the court, have such a confused mind when it came to taking sides?