Time Travel and Love

She reached out and took the headband, holding it in her hand, and no longer wore her mask or hat. Yes, Eleven held great power as regent. Why would she be afraid of women being barred from the military camp? At this juncture, even if she didn't know Eleven, he wouldn't offend Mo Liujin over such a trivial matter. After all, he was the chief military commander, and the hundreds of thousands of troops under his command were his strength.

She slowly walked to the door of the tent, gently lifted the curtain, and felt the long-lost morning sun. She didn't like to get up early.

"Master?!" Feiying was surprised and took two steps forward to help her back to the tent.

Kui Wenzhong was slightly surprised. Did Master Jiu really intend to listen to Eleven and have fun?

The soldiers had already finished their drill. Mo Liujin, who was originally practicing with Ling Xiao and the others, noticed Chu Qingmeng leaving the tent. Without even bothering to put down his spear, he flew in front of her, stabbing his spear into the ground. He covered her eyes with one hand and took the hairband from her hand with the other to tie it around her. "The morning sun is too bright. Don't let it irritate you until you're well."

"When did Ajin learn to use a gun?" Chu Qingmeng reached out and touched the spear in front of him, full of questions. Didn't he use a sword?

"I only started practicing with a spear after you left. After all, a long sword is too short on the battlefield." After covering her eyes, he realized that she had hastily tied up her long hair with a hairpin. Huh? When did she bring this hairpin? Mo Liujin took a careful look at it. He had never seen it before.

Chu Qingmeng pulled out the spear; it was so heavy! Her hand was shaken by the weight, and she hissed in pain. Mo Liujin grabbed the spear, which had nearly hit her, and took her hand away, saying helplessly, "Twisted it? This isn't a sword, so you can't play with it as you please."

After saying that, he stuck it back into the ground. He wanted to rub her hands with hot wine, but Chu Qingmeng shook his head and said with a curious look, "I'm fine. How heavy is your gun?"

"Fifty kilograms." Mo Liujin rubbed her wrist twice, making sure that she was not dislocated before letting go of her hand.

"..."

It wasn't until this moment that Chu Qingmeng finally understood the weight of the weapons used by ancient warriors. A fifty-jin spear shouldn't be considered heavy, but when it comes to fighting... She was now very curious. It was said that Xiang Yu's spear weighed over a hundred jin. How was that any different from carrying a person in his arms?!

Seeing Chu Qingmeng's face full of astonishment, Mo Liujin laughed. What was there to be astonished about? He looked like he couldn't even lift a gun?

"Ah Jin, are we going to patrol the camp later?" Chu Qingmeng finally recovered from her shock. Come on, why was she so shocked? That guy carried her with one hand effortlessly. The gun was not even as heavy as her.

"I'm not going today. We need to check the archers today and start at 9:00 PM." Mo Liujin explained.

"Well, then you go ahead and do your thing. I'm going to go for a walk and chase the wind." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Mo Liujin grabbed her waist and brought her back to the tent. "Behave yourself. You want to go for a ride when you can't even see clearly?"

"Zhuifeng knows the way, I can't lose it."

Mo Liujin was so angry that he laughed. He took the hat and put it on her head. He wrapped her hands in his own hands and felt relieved. He took her directly to the place where they had practiced martial arts. He asked her to sit in a place where the sun could not shine. Then he took off her hat and said, "Stay under my nose honestly."

"Zecheng. Are you really that serious?" Ling Xiao stuck the gun in the ground and teased Mo Liujin with his arms crossed.

"With her personality, she stayed in the big tent for a whole day yesterday, which was already her limit. She just told me that she wanted to go for a horse ride. Do you think I would do that?" Mo Liujin walked back to the martial arts training ground with his spear.

"Beauty, how are you going to ride the horse?" Ling Xiao couldn't stop laughing.

"Zhuifeng knows the way, I can't get lost." Chu Qingmeng explained again helplessly.

"Hahaha, it's the one walking you, not you walking it." Ling Xiao laughed even more recklessly. The others also tried to hold back their laughter. They were not familiar with Chu Qingmeng, so how could they dare to be as reckless as Ling Xiao?

"..."

"After all these years, Ling Xiao, your bad mouth hasn't changed at all. You're still as noisy as ever." Chu Qingmeng turned around, drew Feiying's longsword, and threw it directly at Ling Xiao. The sword pierced Ling Xiao's feet, and the smile on his lips did not fade. "Although I'm blind, I still know a little bit of boxing and kicking. I can barely compete with General Ling."

Mo Liujin knew that she was not angry so he did not say anything. He looked at her with amusement. It was good to be able to talk to Ling Xiao for a few words to ease his mind.

"Tsk tsk tsk, my beauty, you said I haven't changed, but I think you haven't changed at all. We have known each other for decades, and you are still as obsessed with our Ze Cheng as ever, hahaha..." Ling Xiao laughed and kicked the sword that was thrown at him. Feiying caught it and put it back into the scabbard. He couldn't tease Chu Qingmeng anymore for fear that she would be really angry, so he turned around and aimed at Mo Liujin.

"Jianzhi, my wife is right, you are really noisy." Mo Liujin raised his spear and stabbed at Ling Xiao. After Ling Xiao dodged, he also raised his spear and fought with him. A group of people laughed and cheered.

Chu Qingmeng turned around and asked Feiying for some hawthorn pills. Feiying took out a handful and handed them to her. Kui Wenzhong shook his head. Jiu Ye really loved this stuff. Chu Qingmeng listened to the noise and sighed silently. When she first met Mo Liujin, he was still a gentle scholar. His every move gave her the feeling of a pure and innocent high school boy. Now, he was an uncle, a middle-aged uncle. She wanted to cry. She still wanted that innocent little brother...