Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng's face flushed red, and he slowly buried himself in the pillow. A muffled voice came out, "Don't talk like I'm unsatisfied. I just want to avenge you for making me unable to get out of bed last time."

Mo Liujin suddenly realized. No wonder he tortured himself so much last night. It turned out that he was seeking revenge on himself. He lowered his eyes to look at her and laughed helplessly. "Okay, I've sold my looks. Madam, can you tell me what happened to Eleven's post?"

"Tell father to reject all the invitations. This is a sensitive period. Accepting his invitation would be tantamount to openly siding with Old Eight." Chu Qingmeng slowly raised his head from the pillow and continued, "Eleven must have known that I was the master of the fifth floor. So last time, he was annoyed that I had too many spies in his house, so he deliberately disturbed a few of his spies on the fifth floor to keep me busy. But he probably didn't expect that I would risk my life to remove all the spies. This time, he's in trouble."

After moving his aching body, his hands began to get restless again. He stroked Mo Liujin's chest and said with a smile, "From the first day I pulled out the nails, I asked Shuang Cheng to give him a big gift. So, now he should be as busy as I was the past two days. He posted it to tell me that he already knew it was me. He didn't think you would respond to his post, so just reject it."

Mo Liujin grabbed her mischievous little hand and placed it on his chest, then asked with amusement, "What gift did Qingmeng give him?"

"I've exposed half of his secret agents in Beijing to Old Eight." Chu Qingmeng touched the two points on his chest and looked at him with a smile, "Old Eight's cunning is enough to keep Eleven busy for a while. Aren't you getting up now? Father didn't send anyone to look for you today? Jiang Qing and Jiang Che didn't come either?"

"If you keep touching me, I won't get up today even if my father punishes me." Mo Liujin lowered his head and stared at her little hand that was still touching him, the smile on his lips never fading.

Chu Qingmeng smiled and withdrew her hand, then stood up and began to put on her clothes. Of course, what she didn't tell Mo Liujin was that Eleven wanted to meet her under the guise of everyone, but under the current circumstances, she couldn't do that. It would be bad if people thought she was part of the Eighth Brothers Party. If Eleven wanted to meet, it would be better to meet in private. His methods and thoughts were quite suitable for being an emperor, but it was still unknown whether he was a wise ruler. If he was a wise ruler, then there would be nothing wrong in helping him. In short, she wanted to end this matter quickly and leave a year for Ah Jin to accompany her properly. Six months had passed in the three-year period. Time was passing so quickly.

Seeing Chu Qingmeng sitting in front of the dressing table with her eyes downcast in deep thought, her hands still mechanically combing her hair, Mo Liujin took the comb from her hand and placed it on the table, "Qingmeng, are you daydreaming again? Hurry up and have Chunhe do your makeup, and bring some food. If you continue to starve, you'll be unwell again."

"Yeah." Chu Qingmeng came back to his senses and responded. He raised his hands to hug him and rested his head on his stomach. "Ajin, this is over. Can you please stop doing anything and stay with me for a while? I miss the days when we first arrived in Zhu County."

"Okay." Mo Liujin touched her head and replied softly. Then he pushed the door open and went to Mo Chenfeng's study.

Chun He saw him go out, and Chu Qingmeng came in to do her hair. However, before she could put her hair up, Kui Wenzhong came in with dozens of files and said through the door, "Master, today's files."

"Hmm." Chu Qingmeng suddenly remembered that he needed to practice with the bow. It had been a while since he'd practiced, so his hands were rusty. "Put it in Third Master's study. I'll take care of it later. Pick me up in two hours and we'll go to the shooting range."

"Yes, sir. I'll go make the arrangements first."

After Kui Wenzhong left, Chu Qingmeng sighed softly, "Chunhe, there's no need to serve the meal. Take some cakes to the study."

"Miss..." Chunhe frowned and wanted to give some advice, but seeing that Chu Qingmeng had already stood up, he frowned helplessly and could only ask someone to bring some cakes to the study.

Entering the study, Chu Qingmeng took a deep breath and began to work. She had done her best to skim through the dozens of volumes, but she definitely couldn't finish them in two hours. Sure enough, by the time Kui Wenzhong arrived to pick her up, she had only finished half. She folded the remaining half and placed it under Mo Liujin's documents before leaving with Kui Wenzhong. Before leaving, she deliberately told Feiying that she had something to do on the fifth floor and couldn't take him with her. She also asked him to tell Mo Liujin that Kui Wenzhong and the other three were with her and that they would be fine.

Before arriving at the shooting range with Kui Wenzhong, Chu Qingmeng had already changed into the same clothes and gilded mask he'd worn when they'd first met. They'd already found their sparring partners, and once Chu Qingmeng had mounted their horses, they began their horseback archery sprint.

To the astonishment of Kui Wenzhong and the others, Chu Qingmeng only missed the target with her first three arrows. From then on, she became increasingly proficient, hitting the bull's eye with every arrow from the fifth. With her eighth arrow, she even shot a single arrow that had already hit the bull's eye. The sparring partner who had hit the bull's eye first was stunned for a moment, then, after recovering his composure, smiled and said, "Master Jiu's archery skills are exceptional. I admire you."

(To make up for the lack of words in the previous chapter.)