Time Travel and Love

Mo Jiangheng and the others were familiar with this name. They stared at the thin man in the hall in astonishment. Was he the Third Aunt?!

Feiying's sword was always in front of Chu Qingmeng, fearing that someone would hurt her. Chu Qingmeng said without turning her head, "Don't worry, father, I'm fine. Protect yourself."

The Miao Dao in his hand remained upright at his side, and Fei Ling stood behind him, blocking the attack from behind. Chu Qingmengzi's eyes were fixed on Mo Jiangqing and Mo Jiangche since he entered the hall. Seeing that the two were agile and had not allowed the Eighth Prince's private soldiers to hurt them, he felt relieved. "Fei Ling, go help the old prince."

Fei Ling nodded and left Chu Qingmeng's side, going to Mo Chenfeng's side. Chu Qingmeng used her unsheathed Miao Dao as a stick, only to injure people, not kill them. In fact, she still didn't want to kill anyone. Hearing her voice, Mo Jiangche, for some reason, killed the private soldier in front of him with a sword, flew back to Chu Qingmeng's side, and with a single move, he dealt with the private soldier injured by Chu Qingmeng. Then, he did something Chu Qingmeng hadn't expected. He directly hugged Chu Qingmeng into his arms and hugged her tightly for a few seconds, as if to reassure himself. Then he let her go, put one arm around her waist and brought her to his arms, and fought with the other holding a sword, but his eyes were glowing red. Mo Jiangqing also flew back to Chu Qingmeng's side, leaning against Mo Jiangche to fight together.

This suddenness left Chu Qingmeng bewildered. What? What happened? How could she have known that since the siege, Mo Jiangqing and Mo Jiangche had truly opened up to her. Witnessing Mo Liujin's ruthless attack, they had truly harbored hatred, but because he was their father, the one who had raised them, they couldn't bring themselves to do anything. But it seems that in every child's heart, a mother is irreplaceable. So, after seeing she was safe, Mo Jiangche wanted only to keep her close to him. But Mo Jiangqing, who was clearly a step behind, felt the same way.

But Chu Qingmeng didn't want to be held in his arms like a toy doll all the time. It was very uncomfortable! After Mo Jiangche killed another private soldier, Chu Qingmeng patted him and said, "Son, can you let me go?"

"Behave, don't make a scene!" Mo Jiangche said softly. Chu Qingmeng was stunned when he heard this! He looked up at him with a look of horror. "Isn't it? Your grandfather is eager to be my father, and I won't say anything. He's of the same generation. Your father is also eager to be my father, and I won't say anything either. I just treat it as a joke between husband and wife. How come you, little bastard, are planning to be my father too?! !"

Just as he was about to scold him, he saw an assassin's long sword rushing towards Mo Jiangqing's back. Chu Qingmeng's heart was lifted up, and he picked up the Miao Dao and blocked Mo Jiangqing's back, thus preventing the assassin from hurting him. Chu Qingmeng slapped Mo Jiangche and said anxiously, "Little bastard! Let go!"

Mo Jiangche refused to listen to her and turned around to kill the assassin with a single blow. Chu Qingmeng was furious! Anger filled her voice unconsciously, "Little bastard! If you don't let go, I'm really mad!"

Mo Jiangche paused slightly before loosening his arm, but he remained by her side without moving an inch.

Chu Qingmeng was now just thankful that the Miao Dao in her hand was long enough, otherwise, she would have had to send her son to his death just now! The Miao Dao, still unsheathed, was used as a stick. She was responsible for injuring people, while Mo Jiangche and Mo Jiangqing silently finished off the attack behind her. She only took the time to glance at Mo Liujin, and saw someone reappear behind the Eighth King, trying to besiege Mo Liujin. Chu Qingmeng reacted quickly, grabbing her bow at Feiying's side and pulling the bow to full length with three arrows. Mo Jiangqing and Mo Jiangche couldn't hide the shock in their eyes, and as soon as they loosened their hands, three arrows flew straight towards the Eighth King. Two arrows killed the Eighth King's assistant again, but the arrow that flew straight towards the Eighth King was blocked by a long sword. The woman quickly locked onto the direction of the arrow and rushed directly to the main hall.

Mo Jiangqing deflected the broadsword that was slashing towards Chu Qingmeng and stabbed the private soldier with a single thrust. She wanted to put away her bow, but didn't know where to put it. After a moment's hesitation, Mo Jiangche took her bow and slung it around his waist. Chu Qingmeng then re-arranged her Miao Dao. The woman entered, immediately noticing the bow on Mo Jiangche's person. She narrowed her eyes, raised her sword, and lunged. Mo Jiangche had just killed a private soldier, and just as he looked up, the sword was already in front of him. Chu Qingmeng raised her Miao Dao again to block her sword, and with a flick of her sword, the woman's sword was deflected.

"Miss, do you think I'm just a decoration?" Chu Qingmeng's tone was a bit protective, which made the woman stunned for a moment. She chuckled and softened her tone, "Sister, you are really protective of your husband. He is a really good archer. Many of my men have been killed by his arrows. But he should never have tried to take our master's life. Sister, I will not let him go."

“…”Husband, your uncle!!! Chu Qingmeng cursed silently in her heart, and then smiled, “Then sister, why don’t you step over my corpse first, and then talk about hurting him!”