Time Travel and Love

Mo Jiangche had not finished his official business for long when Mo Jiangqing came back.

"Brother." Mo Jiangche looked up at Mo Jiangqing who stepped in and reminded him softly, "Mother must have dreamed about grandpa just now and is in a bad mood now. I'm in the room. Listen for any noises inside."

"Yes." Mo Jiangqing nodded, walked to the door of the inner room and knocked, "Mother, your son is back."

"Yeah." Chu Qingmeng responded lightly, without much emotion in his voice.

"Mother, my brother is in the outer hall. Just call me if you have anything. I have to go there." Mo Jiangche also knocked on the door and told Chu Qingmeng.

"Okay, remember to wear a straw raincoat. Don't get wet in the rain." Chu Qingmeng was interrupted by Mo Jiangqing and came back to his senses. He heard Mo Jiangche's words again and gave a warning.

Seeing Jiang Che leave, Mo Jiangqing deliberately interrupted to divert Chu Qingmeng's attention, "Mother is so partial. When your son talks to you, you just say 'hmm', but when Jiang Che talks to you, you have to give him some instructions. Your son is only a couple of cups of tea older than Jiang Che. You can't do this, can you?"

Chu Qingmeng was indeed distracted by his words, a puzzled look on her face. Wasn't it raining when he left?! Did she have to say, "Be careful on the road, ride slowly"? She fumbled to her feet, took a few steps, and successfully found the door and opened it. "You idiot, I was lost in thought just now, but you interrupted me. I only realized and gave him a few words when Jiang Che left. Do you think I'm biased?"

Mo Jiangqing walked over and helped her sit in the outer hall. "Mother is in a bad mood. I was just teasing her. Mother, please don't overthink it." Then he thought for a moment and said, "When I went to Qianji Pavilion, I was playing the zither in your hands. I have never heard you play a whole piece in all this time. I wonder if I can have the honor of listening to it today?"

Chu Qingmeng thought about it and realized they hadn't heard it before. But she only knew the same few songs over and over again, so what good could they possibly be? But in the end, she asked Chunhe to bring the pipa, and they sang "Pipa Xing" (Pipa Song), their voices matching the melody.

Mo Jiangqing had originally wanted to pick up his pen to review the files, but was interrupted by her singing. He stopped writing and listened carefully. For some reason, perhaps because Chu Qingmeng had calmed down, the rain outside gradually subsided. When the song ended, the rain stopped completely and the sun came out again.

"I never knew my mother's piano skills and voice were so good." Mo Jiangqing's face was full of smiles at the moment. He had never seen Chu Qingmeng so quiet before. "When my mother plays the piano, she has a very virgin-like tranquility. She is completely different from my mother in daily life."

"..."

My dear son, you can just scold me for being crazy. I deliberately avoided the point and corrected him, "This is called a pipa, not a qin. The song just now is called "Pipa Xing."

"Mother, could you please play one more song?" Mo Jiangqing picked up his pen and began to revise the file. Thinking that her playing the pipa might distract him, he stopped thinking and said, "My son hasn't heard enough."

"..." Chu Qingmeng understood what he meant. Was he worried that she would keep thinking about the dream she had just had? He smiled helplessly, "I won't play it anymore. When I was learning the pipa, my teacher often looked down on me for being stupid. All I know are just the same few tunes. If I could be blind, I wouldn't like to play these things. You handle your official duties and don't worry about me. I'm not going to get so hung up on a dream."

Seeing that Chu Qingmeng understood what he meant, he just smiled and said nothing more, continuing to correct the files with his head down.

The next day, Chu Qingmeng didn't let the two brothers come to her. She asked them to take the files back to their own courtyard. After all, she felt more at ease letting them guard their wives and children. She had enough protection in her own courtyard, so ordinary assassins couldn't get in.

So she started the strange scene of yesterday again. She sat under the pavilion with her pipa in her arms, Shuangcheng and Feiying played chess, Wuqing leaned against the pillar beside her with his eyes closed, Quansi watched their game with a cup of tea, Wenzhong leaned on the bench in the pavilion with a book in his hand, looking relaxed, and Chunhe sat behind Chu Qingmeng with a fan, fanning him gently.

This left the three waves of assassins who had infiltrated the mansion stunned. Which one of them was the master?! The order they had received stated that the white-haired woman was the target of this assassination, but... in this scene, she was clearly just a singing maid.

"Master, the rats are coming." Wu Qing said softly with his eyes closed.

"Yeah. No rush." ​​Chu Qingmeng continued playing the pipa and playing chess with Shuang Cheng. "Seven out of sixteen."

Feiying made his move calmly. He wasn't in a rush. With these four people around, it wasn't his turn to make a move. He was just helping his master. The other three weren't in a rush either. Wasn't Wu Qing standing there? Just let him do it.

The three waves of assassins looked at each other, certain that their master's order came from the white-haired woman. Although they didn't know why they had to kill a servant, they still followed the order.

but……

As soon as they landed, the song suddenly turned into an ambush from all sides. Wu Qing didn't even move, and the secret guards in the mansion had already rushed up. In less than half a cup of tea, they had cleaned up the blood on the ground.

Tut tut...

It feels so good to be so pretentious! Chu Qingmeng thought so, and she felt like she was acting in a blockbuster movie.

"Master, three, three. You lose." Shuang Cheng made a move and jokingly said, "You can do two things at once, but you look down on me too much when you try to do three things at once."